#there was no way this was getting any smoother but i couldn't give up on the big gifs

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i can offer you a blacklit paradise

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FREAKY FRIDAY | Body Swapped Steve Rogers x f!reader.

Pairings: Johnny Storm Possessed Steve Rogers x f!reader Themes: Body Swap. Sexual Themes. Funny? Horndog Johnny, for an unknown reason, body-swapped with Steve. Summary: You woke up with Steve suddenly out of character and having an overflowing amount of rizz. A/N: It's comedy central in my blog this week. . . I can't help but insert one particular meme lmao

taggies: @mrsevans90

Like you did every morning, you woke up to the gentle warmth of Steve next to you, but there was something different about the way he was looking at you today. His eyes twinkled mischievously as he leaned in close, brushing a strand of hair from your face. 

"Morning, gorgeous," he murmured, his voice smoother than usual. You blinked in surprise. Sure, Steve was affectionate, but this was... new. 

You smiled back, albeit a little wary. 

"Good morning?" Before you could say anything more, he captured your lips in a kiss that was how to describe it-more confident, more playful than his usual gentle morning kisses. You pulled back slightly, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

“Wow, someone's in a good mood today,” you said, trying to shake off the weird vibe. 

Steve just grinned and gave you a little wink. "What can I say? I'm just appreciating my girl." 

You squirmed under his intense gaze. You couldn't help but notice how his hand casually trailed down your arm, lingering a little longer than usual. You weren't sure if you should feel flattered or... flustered.

“Should we stay in bed a little while? You know…” he asked, his voice dropping suggestively as he wiggled his brows.

But this time, he didn’t stop there. As he leaned in closer, he slowly stuck out his tongue and wiggled it playfully, making his intentions blatantly clear.

Your face immediately turned bright red.

“Steve!” you exclaimed, quickly pressing your hand to his lips and pushed him away to stop him before he got any closer, utterly flustered by the suggestive gesture.

He chuckled against your hand, his eyes twinkling with mischief. For a second, you felt him wiggle his tongue against your palm, teasing you further before you jerked your hand back with a mix of shock and embarrassment.

“Unbelievable!” you muttered, feeling your face heat up even more.

He gave you a devilish grin, clearly enjoying how flustered you were.

“What? Just offering some ideas, sweetheart,” he teased, giving you a playful wink.

“No, Sam’s going to be here soon for your morning run, so go prepare.”

The excitement drained from his face, “I do?” 

“Yes!” 

Johnny—or rather, the man you thought was Steve—let out a low chuckle, clearly unfazed by your refusal. This wasn't like Steve at all. Steve was always respectful, sweet, and… well, a gentleman. But today? He seemed like a different man entirely.

“Guess I forgot,” he said with a smirk, sitting up slowly and stretching. His tone was casual, but the grin he gave you was anything but innocent.

As he shifted in bed, he leaned back casually and gave a quick, deliberate glance downwards before gesturing toward the noticeable outline in his sweatpants. The fabric clung snugly, revealing the distinct, firm shape of his dick pressing against the material, enough to leave little to the imagination.

“But if you change your mind about staying in bed…” he said, his voice low and teasing, “you know where to find me.”

You blinked in disbelief, your cheeks burning as he got out of bed and strolled toward the bathroom. He threw one last playful wink at you before disappearing behind the door, leaving you there in a state of complete confusion.

"What the hell is going on with him today?" you muttered to yourself.

You climbed out of bed and started to get ready for the day, you tried to shake off the feeling that something was… off. Maybe Steve was just in a playful mood? Maybe he was testing out some new approach to your relationship, though you couldn't help but wonder where it had come from all of a sudden.

But, soon enough, you heard the front door open and Sam's voice echoed through the apartment. "Yo, Rogers! Are you ready for our run?"

You peeked out from the bedroom just in time to see "Steve" step out of the bathroom, giving you another grin before heading out to meet Sam. He greeted him casually, as if everything was perfectly normal.

Sam looked over at you with a quick nod. “Hey, Y/N. Morning.”

“Morning,” you replied, though your voice sounded more distant than usual. You couldn’t quite bring yourself to look directly at Sam, worried your face might give away just how weird the morning had been.

As they left for their run, you were left alone, still wondering why Steve was acting so differently. But then, you shook your head. Maybe it was all in your head. Maybe he was just feeling particularly confident today. Either way, it was Steve, your Steve, and you trusted him.

Right?

× × × ×

You made breakfast while ‘Steve’ is out on a run. You tried to shake off your confusion by busying yourself with making coffee. It wasn't helping. The memory of Steve's unusually bold behaviour lingered in your mind. 

And just when you were about to pour yourself a cup, you felt a sudden smack on your ass. You yelped in surprise, nearly spilling the coffee. Whipping around, you saw Steve standing there with a smug grin on his face, looking very proud of himself. 

"Steve!" you gasped, your heart racing for all the wrong reasons. "What are you—" 

"What?" he said with an innocent shrug, though his mischievous grin betrayed him. "Just saying hello." 

You narrowed your eyes at him. “By smacking me on my ass?”

“Can't help it, you look too cute when you're all focused," he teased, stepping closer. 

His hands slid around your waist, and before you could protest, he lifted you effortlessly onto the counter. Your breath hitched. This was not the Steve Rogers you knew. But as much as his behaviour was throwing you off, you couldn't deny the butterflies his actions stirred in your stomach. 

"Steve, what's gotten into you?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. 

Instead of answering, Steve leaned in with a mischievous glint in his eyes, peppering kisses all over your face—your forehead, your cheeks, and your nose—until you were giggling uncontrollably.

“Steve, stop it!” you laughed, trying to push him away, but he was relentless, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Your laughter was cut short as his lips trailed lower, brushing down to the side of your neck. The playful atmosphere shifted instantly, your breath hitching in your throat. His kisses became more deliberate, slow and teasing, sending sparks of heat through your skin.

“Steve…” you whispered, but your words melted into a quiet gasp as his lips found that sensitive spot just below your ear. He lingered there, pressing soft, lingering kisses, making your pulse race.

His warm breath fanned over your skin, and without warning, his lips latched onto your neck, sucking gently but with enough pressure that you knew he was leaving a mark. A deep, guttural hum escaped him as he continued, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulled your body against him.

The sensation of his lips and the gentle tugging of his teeth made your head spin, and you instinctively tilted your head, giving him better access. 

“Steve,” you gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair, your body arching into his.

“Can’t help it,” he muttered against your skin between kisses. “You drive me crazy.”

His voice was low and rough, sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through you. He sucked on your neck again, his tongue flicking over the spot before he pulled back slightly to admire his work.

"You’re gonna have to explain this one," he murmured with a grin, his lips ghosting over your ear, still hovering close enough to keep you breathless.

× × × ×

For the next hour, you tried to regain some composure, but it was hard with the heat of Steve’s kisses still tingling on your neck. Every time you moved, you could feel the slight sting of the mark he’d left behind, a not-so-gentle reminder of how wild this morning had been.

After making the bed and tidying up, you decided to head to the living room to relax for a bit, hoping that "Steve" had calmed down from whatever flirty streak had taken over him. You still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was a little… off. He's been too quiet.

You stepped into the living room, you stopped dead in your tracks, your jaw practically hitting the floor.

There, casually sprawled on the couch, was Steve in his birthday suit. Stark naked. The only thing covering him was your guitar, strategically placed across his lap. His posture was relaxed, one arm draped along the back of the couch, while his free hand strummed lazily at the strings.

He looked up as if nothing was out of the ordinary, a casual, half-lidded grin spreading across his face. 

“Hey,” he said, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

You blinked. Once. Twice.

“Steve… what the hell are you doing?” you finally stammered, struggling to form coherent words as your brain scrambled to process what you were seeing.

He shrugged nonchalantly, still strumming the guitar. 

“Just thought I’d serenade my girl.” His eyes sparkled with mischief as he tilted his head. “You know, I think I’m getting better at this guitar thing.”

Your cheeks flamed red as your gaze flickered between his shamelessly exposed body and the guitar that, frankly, wasn’t doing the best job at covering much.

“Put some clothes on!” you squeaked, your face burning from the sight in front of you. “What if someone walks in? Sam might—"

“Sam’s gone,” he cut in smoothly, winking. “It’s just you and me, babe.” He tilted his head, clearly amused by your reaction. “Besides, you weren’t complaining this morning.”

You could feel the heat rising to your face again, this time in full force. "That doesn't mean you get to... to do this!" 

He just smirked, lazily leaning back on the couch, the guitar still resting against him. “Come on, don’t act like you don’t like it.”

“Steve, for the love of everything, PLEASE, just put some clothes on,” you muttered, rubbing your temples as if that would somehow erase the image from your brain.

Instead of listening, he suddenly stood up, the guitar still barely covering anything, and with the confidence of someone performing at a sold-out show, he started singing. Loudly. 

“And you're kissin' on my neck, I'm like, “Oh”, Got your hands up on my chest, I'm like, “Oh”” he belted out dramatically, grinning ear to ear as he took a step toward you, his voice echoing through the room. 

You panicked. 

"Oh my God, Steve! No!" you squealed, immediately clamping your hands over your ears, turning away from him as fast as possible

“Kiss me 'til there's nothin' left, Oh my god, oh my god!” he sang even louder, walking toward you like some rock star, his guitar still precariously covering him as he inched closer. 

You darted behind the coffee table, creating a barrier between the two of you, your face blazing red. 

“Lalalalalalalala!” You covered your ears tighter, trying to block out the sight and sound of your naked boyfriend serenading you. “Lalalalalalala! I can't hear you.”

But he wasn't stopping. If anything, your reaction only encouraged him further. 

“Why are you running, baby?”

He grinned wickedly, circling around the coffee table like a predator playing with his prey. "You could really tear me apart, but- I love you like that, Everything you do just turns me on, I love you like that, Body on my mind like all night long.” 

You squeaked and moved in the opposite direction, keeping the table between you, but Steve—guitar still precariously positioned—was unstoppable, matching your every move. It was ridiculous, like a slow-motion chase scene in a rom-com, but you couldn’t help but laugh through your embarrassment.

"Steve! Seriously, stop!" you cried out, ducking and weaving as he chased you around the table, his singing never faltering.

"I love you like that!" he belted, reaching out with one hand as if trying to grab you. You yelped, dodging him by moving to the other side.

"Lalalalalalalala!" you cried, your hands clamped tighter over your ears as you rushed toward the door, desperate to escape.

His laughter echoed in the living room, the sound of his voice-and that ridiculous guitar performance following you as you fled to the safety of the kitchen. Behind you, you could hear him laughing even harder. 

"Alright, alright, I'll stop!" he called after you, his voice still tinged with amusement. 

You leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a deep breath to steady yourself, your face still burning red. Today was officially out of control. 

And this wasn't the Steve Rogers you signed up for.

× × × × 

As the day finally wound down, you were still trying to recover from the whirlwind of events that had unfolded earlier. After a long, flirty, and borderline chaotic day with “Steve,” you were just glad it was almost bedtime.

You had managed to avoid another musical performance from him after the whole guitar incident, but the playful energy hadn’t completely faded. As you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth, you could feel his eyes on you from across the room, watching your every move.

“Don’t even think about it,” you mumbled through a mouthful of toothpaste, meeting his gaze in the reflection of the mirror.

He was lounging on the bed, shirtless now, with that same mischievous grin you’d been seeing all day. 

“What?” he asked innocently, though the glint in his eyes said otherwise.

You rolled your eyes and spit out the toothpaste, rinsing your mouth. “You know exactly what.”

He laughed, the sound low and smooth as he got up and sauntered over to you, his bare feet padding quietly against the hardwood floor. Before you could react, he was behind you, his arms sliding around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I was just admiring how cute you look in your pajamas,” he murmured, his breath warm against your neck.

You sighed, trying to ignore the way your body reacted to the heat of his skin against yours. 

“Steve, it’s been a long day,” you said, your voice weary but laced with affection. “Can we just... go to bed? Without any more surprises?”

He pressed a soft kiss to your neck, lingering for just a second before pulling away with a grin. 

“Alright, alright,” he relented, raising his hands in surrender. “I’ll behave.”

You gave him a playful glare, narrowing your eyes as you turned to face him. “You said that earlier today, and then I walked into the living room and—”

“Okay, this time I’ll behave,” he interrupted with a laugh, holding his hands up defensively. “Promise.”

Shaking your head, you couldn’t help but smile. He may have been driving you absolutely crazy today, but this version of Steve—or Johnny, whoever he really was—was still undeniably charming in his own chaotic way.

Once you finished up in the bathroom, you both crawled into bed, the covers cool against your skin. Steve—or, well, Johnny—rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand as he gazed at you with that playful smirk.

“You sure you don’t want a little bedtime serenade?” he teased, his voice low and suggestive.

You groaned and pulled the blanket up over your head, burying yourself beneath the covers. “No!” you said, your voice muffled. “We’re done with that for today!”

He laughed again, the sound warm and contagious as he settled down beside you. The teasing faded, replaced by a softer, more familiar warmth as his arm slipped around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice gentle now as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

You peeked out from under the covers, smiling despite yourself. “Goodnight, Steve.”

As you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but wonder how long this flirty version of Steve would last—and whether or not you were ready for whatever tomorrow would bring.

× × × ×

The next morning, you stirred awake, the early light filtering through the curtains, and you felt the familiar warmth of strong arms slipping around your waist. Instinctively, you leaned into the embrace at first—until the events of the previous day rushed back to you. Your eyes snapped open, and before you could stop yourself, you jumped slightly, pulling away from the arms that had suddenly felt different, your heart pounding.

“Whoa, hey—what’s wrong?” Steve's voice came out soft, laced with confusion and concern. You turned over to face him, and instantly, you could tell something had changed. His eyes weren’t twinkling mischievously, there was no sly grin or playful wink. Instead, his brow was furrowed in concern, his hands hovering over you like he wasn’t sure if he should touch you again.

“Steve?” you whispered, your voice hesitant, scanning his face. He looked… like himself again. That quiet, gentle warmth was back, the one that had been missing yesterday.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he said, still looking concerned. “Are you okay? You jumped like I startled you.” He reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch soft and careful, nothing like the bold, confident gestures from the day before.

You blinked at him, your mind racing. The contrast between today and yesterday was stark. Yesterday, he had been all cocky smirks and teasing touches, constantly riling you up. But now? Now, Steve seemed completely aware of what had happened, but wasn’t letting on.

“I—uh, I’m fine,” you stammered, still trying to process it all. “You just… caught me off guard.”

Steve frowned, clearly still confused by your reaction. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” he said softly, his thumb brushing gently over your arm as he studied you. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nodded, but your heart was still racing. "Yeah… you’re just… different from yesterday."

His brow furrowed further, but now there was something else behind his eyes. He looked like he was holding something back. “Different? What do you mean?” he asked, though you could sense he already knew.

You hesitated, biting your lip. “Yesterday, you were just… more… flirty,” you said carefully, watching his reaction. “Like, a lot more. You were… singing to me. Naked. With my guitar.”

Steve’s eyes widened in shock, his face turning red almost instantly, but there was something else—recognition. “What? I—I did that?” He didn’t seem shocked by the words, more by the fact that you were telling him.

You nodded, your own face heating up at the memory. “Yeah. And you were… really, really bold. Smacking my butt, picking me up, kissing me all over…"

Steve's gaze drifted down, and before you could even say another word, his fingers gently brushed against your neck, right where Johnny had left that bold mark. His touch was tender at first, but the moment his thumb traced over the small bruise, his entire expression shifted. 

"That motherfucker! I'm going to kill him!”

[pinkaditty]

HI i love your works sm ,,, and i really love the way you write it just brings out soemtnhign in me ,,, but hear me out on leo kurosagi angst where leo keeps insulting pc and pc just took it well until he said something sensitive (maybe sth ab the way she eats? or sth abt her face etc etc) and hurt pc's feelings and he didnt feel bad when pc cried , but when he saw pc going over to sho and sho giving him dirty looks he feels remorseful but he didnt want his pride to crack so he blamed pc , and then when pc started avouding him he started mocking her but in the inside it hurt him and his pride slightly , afterwards he found out he actually has genuine feelings for pc but denies it , until he found out pc is now his bff's gf WOW i NEED him humbled 🤗🤗🤗

Pavlov's Ghoul (Leo Kurosagi x Reader x Sho Haizono; Tokyo Debunker)

hey anon this existing is UR FAULT. (ilysm ty 4 the idea) and i hope u don't mind that I added my own little twist 2 it... hehe! even if u didn't expect me 2 write anything u can't drop a fresh, juicy steak of an idea like this and expect me not 2 salivate and tear it 2 shreds via writing it out.

OMG also TYYYYYYY IM SOSO GLAD U LIKE MY WRITING YIPPEE!!!!!!!!! i hope this is up 2 ur standards anon

a/n: why does this exist? blame anon and my inner need 4 a bitchy boy 2 be humbled amen! also i feel like i've completed my tokyo debunker rite of passage... ive finally written leo angst... nirvana at last.

summary: leo gets fuckin pavloved LMAO! considered calling this "ecstasy" or something bc of the pill line but ohh my god "pavlov's ghoul" hit too hard i fear.

cw: this isn't dark imo but be warned as this is just a little bit crazy, the most insane kind of yearning ive ever written maybe. implied sexual encounters, multiple sexual innuendos, and some odd behavior. MINORS DNI AS PER USUALLLLLL!

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Sho's kind, reasonably so. Leo knows this. Sho also has an infinite store of deeply repressed anger. Leo also knows this. It's the reason he's in Vagastrom, after all. A deep, roiling anger that seems to eat at him if he doesn't have an appropriate outlet to balance his mood. That's why he's such a good cook, why he's so good at fighting, why he's got an excellent sense of balance and rides his bike smoother than anyone else he knew. He's using these things as outlets for his anger. It's not Leo's fault that the occasional outing to trick and deceive another sexually repressed rich old man for money is something else Sho seems to derive stress relief from. And it's not Leo's fault that Sho continues to stick around with him after those jobs are done. It's never been a problem for either of them, as far as he can tell. At least, there were no problems until Little Miss Inspector showed up.

Suddenly, Sho didn't want to lie anymore. Suddenly, Sho wanted to go as far as to address you with the proper honorifics, ask for your help with setting up his food truck, and even generally spend time with you outside of that. And for what? Some trembling, scared, pathetic girl that knew nothing of the world of anomalies prior to her curse? Some girl doomed to "die" in less than one year, no less? He couldn't understand the kindness Sho showed you. It made no sense, nor any difference. You'd be dead soon, so what did it matter?

It's got to the point where he's begun to randomly put you down with petty insults and biting remarks. They usually consist of things like "Oh my god, even preschoolers know Anomalous Biological Basics! Come on Inspector, is your head screwed on right? Not even the Captain is this stupid." or "You remember your ability is useless when we need it, right? You'd be nothing more than a burden on missions if you can't even control this power. " or even "God, you're such a basic loser. Can't you find something else to do with your free time instead hang around Sho like a lovesick puppy? You're starting to look like that dog that's always around Kagami." and worse insults. He gets the occasional sidelong disapproving glance from Alan or even a slight furrowed brow from Sho, but it didn't matter to Leo. So long as he could slowly plant seeds of doubt in his fellow ghouls and put you down to satisfy his ego, even an odd look was negligible.

He couldn't even stand looking at you. The uniform they'd chosen for you was awful, didn't even highlight your curves. He hated the way you styled your hair, and always thought he could totally do it better. The way you seemed so relaxed around other ghouls pissed him off, why couldn't he be good company? He found you repulsive, unable to resist glaring at you from the corner of his eye whenever he could. He had to get rid of you somehow. He would never admit to feeling threatened by you; instead choosing to focus all that energy into believing you were simply throwing a wrench into his plans to live an easy, get-away-with-anything university life.

It's all come to a head today. Leo thinks he's had enough of seeing you at the food truck after hours, chatting it up with Sho. It's like he can't even catch this guy alone anymore. Before he knows it, he's made a beeline for the truck. His brand new shoes scuff on the brick path in his rush, and eventually begin to stain green on the grass, his brisk stride tearing through the verdant lawn. He tries not to let his anger show on his face, but it's evident in his posture and pace. He forcefully sidles himself into the conversation, leaning on the service counter next to you, not even waiting for you to finish speaking before he pipes up. "Wow, here again, huh? And here I thought a basic bitch like you would know her place! That mouth of yours must be good for something if he keeps a chatterbox like you around."

The chill settles into the air almost immediately despite his candid tone and relaxed, smug smile. He's so focused on your reaction that he hardly notices the look Sho gives him, twisted with displeasure and confusion. He watches as you visibly falter, your lopsided smile fading into a barely-there frown. He stares, unrepentant, laughing internally. This was the reaction he wanted.

He turns towards Sho and raises an eyebrow at his look. "What? She can take it." Sho's expression visibly wavers, and Leo fully expects him to back down, as he usually does. But instead, Sho turns to you and his face grows pale. Leo rolls his eyes, assuming Sho is totally overreacting, and turns to you. He stiffens at your visible tears. Okay, totally not what he expected, but come on. This was the insult that made you cry?

Leo notices Sho is at your side in record speed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and gently drawing your hunched form away, giving Leo a harsh look. Leo simply scoffs. As far as he was concerned, your reaction was pathetic. It wasn't going to stop him from having any fun.

This. Under no circumstances should this hurt. At all.

Leo had noticed you'd been avoiding him. You would slink away if he so much as entered the same room as you. You wouldn't look him in the eyes if he approached, keeping your expression impassive. Sometimes you'd just outright ignore him. It was beginning to become a bit of a nuisance. He couldn't properly mock you if you weren't there to witness it happening, or didn't give him the reaction he wanted. It was odd. When he faced these feelings head-on, it almost felt like he wanted your attention somehow, even if he didn't quite want it to feel like that. A nagging feeling told him that maybe he went too far with his latest insult. He didn't want to admit that, but something told him he did. It was in the way both you and Sho acted around him.

Sho was missing a lot of Leo's calls lately, sometimes not even bothering to call back. Leo partially understood, what with the food truck business booming and all, but he didn't appreciate being made to wait for his own best friend who's usually at his beck and call. Not to mention the flat, terse responses he would get from Sho more often than not nowadays. Leo knew Sho was miffed with him from last week's incident, but as far as Leo was concerned, things still ended in his favor. He hadn't seen you around Sho much anymore, which means he could go back to how things were. No more pesky little honor student to reign upon his days any longer! Sure, there was the biting underlying feeling that maybe he'd screwed things up, but one ride on the back of Sho's motorcycle, going wherever Leo wanted as per usual, and he was living the dream again. No way everything would change over a silly, insignificant insult.

For a short while, he begins to get bolder, openly mocking you when he does come across you. His originally surface-level remarks become rather personal, even using your eventual death as a way to tease you. From "You know, I'm surprised you haven't done anything to change up that unflattering look, considering you're dying soon. Ever considered dressing up a little? You might get some attention before you die." to "Hey, Little Miss Inspector! With the number of men you talk to around campus, I'm surprised nobody's written you off as a whore yet!", and worse, of course. He continues to get no such reaction out of you, and it frustrates him to no end. Why couldn't you just frown? Shrink away? Or even retort something just as scathing back to him? Your lack of entertainment towards his endless ridicule reduced his motivation, and slowly, it ended up dying off. Soon, he left you alone altogether, not talking to you unless necessary, mimicking your actions. In a way, some part of him hopes maybe this will be what gets your attention. Even if he can't quite admit to himself that your attention, regardless of whether it's positive or negative, is what he wants.

It's late, but Vagastrom students don't go to bed until far later. And Leo needs a favor.

His crushing lack of success in garnering any sort of attention or reaction or rise from you had driven him to a point. He didn't want to apologize to you or anything, but this new habit of you ignoring him was beginning to stoke his displeasure. In his pondering, he remembered how easily Sho captured your gaze and wondered if maybe he'd have any idea of what Leo could do to at least put an end to this stalemate.

Leo's reluctance shows in the way he drags his feet on the path to Sho's room, less than eager to confront him for his opinion on something so shamelessly trivial. Why was he wasting his time with this anyway? Surprisingly, the lack of a solid answer to that question did not stop his trek. A twinge in his chest told him he knew exactly why he was "wasting his time".

In the month it had been since he'd made you cry, the nagging feeling had only gotten harsher. His mind kept flickering back to the shock of your tears and how he'd not bothered to consider it much further. An uncomfortable guilt had made itself known starting then. He never really expected you to cry; he just wanted a mild reaction. He wanted your eyes on him, flashing with anger, just for a moment. Your ire was a saccharine pill laced with ecstasy that he'd gladly crush with his teeth to speed up his high. Maybe it'd be too much to say he got off on it, but he enjoyed the way you used to roll your eyes at any comments from him a little more than he cared to admit. Now, he wouldn't even get that. It'd be rare for you to so much as make fleeting eye contact with him, not that something as small as that would be enough for Leo. Part of him was willing to accept that maybe, he'd gone too far. Maybe. But how else was he supposed to monopolize your attention when you give that out so freely? To his best friend, even?

He didn't know it was possible to covet something so terribly. He found himself wondering why he couldn't catch your attention in the same way as the other ghouls? In his quest for the same attention you gave so freely to the kinder, softer ghouls, he found another version of your attention. It was negative, but it was attention nonetheless. Your sweet, honeyed rage seemed to fill his cravings and then some, so he continued to devour it under the guise of "chasing you away" or "putting you down" or "satisfying his ego". In truth, for whatever reason, there was a rather bothersome and persistent envious longing, a covet, for your attention. Leo wants to vomit. A part of him denies it still, pushing his needless feelings to the back of his brain. He had something to do, and he ought to focus on that. What good would mere wallowing do?

He makes it to Sho's room and almost considers turning back. He stares at the door, his expression morphing into a complicated look. He shifted his feet, his slippers sliding against the floor. It was quite clear he really did not want to do this. At all. He sighs and grumbles indignantly, putting his head in his hands in an attempt to gather some courage. This couldn't be that hard, right? Just in, ask Sho a question, get an answer, then out. The only reason this was easier said than done was just because it could potentially show Leo was capable of feeling remorse, which would make this conversation leagues harder than it needed to be. He shakes his head and straightens up, preparing to knock, when he notices something.

Sho's room was... unusually quiet. Usually, Leo almost always heard some loud music or a cooking show running in the background, but he couldn't hear anything this time. Sho couldn't possibly be asleep. As late as it was, the only person who Leo knew for a fact could stay up past him was Sho, regardless of how much sleep he had gotten. There was no chance Sho was asleep. Believe it or not, Leo doesn't like to spy on Sho. But curiosity overwhelms him. What could he possibly be doing that would render the whole room in silence?

"Haxs," he whispers, listening closely.

The first thing he hears is the cling-clanging of Alan hard at work on a car in the garage. Not the sound he was meant to be focusing on. Then he hears endless jeering and loud insults shouted, though they're all muffled like they're underground. Another pit fight? Still, not the sound he's looking for. He sifts through the sounds he hears before he settles on the one coming directly from Sho's room.

Voices. Groaning, strained voices. The sound of wet skin against wet skin. Panting. Sho's panting, specifically. He could tell by the slight nasally tone of it.

Leo felt his face gradually warm. Christ, of course it'd be this he'd be up to. Leo muffles a laugh into the collar of his pajamas, keeping his hand clamped over his mouth as his body shook with mirth. When he finally calms down, he slinks off to the corner down the hall, and hides himself there, shamelessly still listening to it. Sho's a sly dog. Leo certainly didn't expect him to be getting up to anything this soon. He leans his body against the wall, crossing his arms and drumming his fingers on his arm, waiting for Sho to finish. He smirks to himself, as though enjoying the vocal show.

...

He had to admit, whoever he was with had gorgeous moans. He'd have to ask Sho if he'd be willing to pass this girl's number. He could use a couple things to get his mind off of you.

...

Okay, he had to stop listening to this now. He lifts his stigma and holds his hands over his ears for good measure, partially trying to hide the furious red blush across his face. As pretty as that girl's moans were, he was not going to listen to his best friend's climax. No thanks. He huffs out an impatient breath as his cheeks cool down, leaning his back against the wall, leaning his head back until it hit the wall with a dull thump. Now he just had to wait it out. He knew damn well Sho would never let a girl stay over. He'd never hear the end of it from yours truly, Leo.

Leo's right. It isn't long before he hears the door to Sho's room click, and hears murmured voices travel down the hall. He smirks, rushing down the hall in the opposite way, so it doesn't look like he was listening the whole time. He listens, waiting for a cue of some sort.

"Shame you have to go, you know." Sho's voice. Laced with relief, pleasure, and a thick tiredness. Leo's skin crawled. He could practically feel the smile in Sho's voice.

"It's not so bad." The girl responded with a light and playful tone, her voice seemingly much more put together than Sho's despite all that moaning. The voice sounded oddly familiar, but Leo brushed it off. Must be someone he shares classes with. "I've got things to do anyway. But it was nice to spend some time with you, Sho." Eagh. Leo internally hopes this girl isn't the type to get easily attached.

"...Yeah. Same to you. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Finally, he heard the girl's footsteps trailing down the hall, heading in his direction. Leo hurriedly pulls his phone out of his pocket, making sure the screen was bright as he flipped through the latest trends. He made a point of not looking up until he heard the footsteps nearing him.

He looks up, prepared for a simple glance, but ends up being rooted to the spot.

It was you. Of course, it was you. Who else would be taunting enough?

Despite himself, his gaze remains glued to you, his head turning as you walk past him. For a moment, Leo thinks you're just going to ignore him again. Then, suddenly, your gaze meets his in a flash, and he stiffens, almost out of fear. The way your eyebrows crease and the way your lips twitch downward almost makes him salivate. You were clearly displeased to see him. Even so, he notices you don't slow down, continuing your way down the hall, not bothering to crane your neck to look at him.

Leo remains rooted to the spot, watching your figure as you leave. His jaw hangs open slightly, his chest heaving with shocked breaths. His eyes are wide open, pools of gold reflecting your retreating form. His hand trembles as he holds his phone, the latest trends left neglected in the wake of a single mean-spirited glance from you. He feels his heart pound mercilessly in his chest, as though confirming what he'd tried so desperately to deny.

All at once, anger and arousal seem to grip him simultaneously. Anger at himself for feeling arousal from a mere negative glance from you. He couldn't possibly have craved your attention so viscerally he'd happily accept mere scraps. And yet here he was, a lap dog, watching you as you leave as though silently begging for another glance, another chance to watch your eyes burn with that familiar, delicious anger, another meal to satisfy his starved heart.

For a moment, he would have gladly followed you, and pestered you to death, just to irk you and become a willing victim of your wrath. Anything... just for that attention.

a/n: wow. no stop why am i kind of in shock at the poetic lines i kinda think i did a great job! but 4 whatever reason it's always the writing i think was total shit that does actual numbers *sob*

aghhhh in any case. no i don't have an excuse 4 this. my requests are still technically closed. i just... couldn't help myself... so consider this a freebie. regardless though if u like my writing feel free 2 fill the fuck out of my inbox idnc i love hearing from y'all.

also TUMBLR KEEPS TURNING OFF MY REBLOGS!!!! GRAH!!!!!! tumblr hates me y'all they keep catching on2 me 4 writing porn :( so please if u really wanna show appreciation and tumblr won't let u reblog, leave a comment! those make me happy :)

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EDIT: I FORGOTTT QUICK EXPLAINATION: im assuming everyone knows pavlov's dog and the whole classical conditioning theory. this story is basically that mixed with the mere-exposure effect.

neutral stimulus: mc's presence

natural response: leo's arousal/excitement

response-producing stimulus: mc's anger

mere-exposure effect: psychological effect in which a like or dislike of things is developed merely due 2 familiarity.

[ursuu-la]

I've loved your Spencer one shots!

f you're still doing requests I'd love a good hurt/comfort with Spencer x fem!reader . Maybe the reader (maybe she's in the bau or something) is kidnapped or in danger in some way and Spencer/the team save her. Along with some good comfort after.

If not that's okay too!

Safe again - S. Reid.

tw: being kidnapped, being forced to eat, nightmares ig, having wounds.

wc: 2.6k

a/n: well, that took longer that expected. I hope you like it♡ btw let me know if there are any other triggers that I didn't point out!! Thanks♡♡

(requests are open.)

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The roof was filled with mold, the floor felt cold, and your back hurt like hell. In fact, your whole body hurt like hell, especially your face due to all the torture your kidnapper had put on you. You knew the team would come to save you from this nightmare, but your hopes decreased every minute that passed by.

You saw her shadow appearing when the door opened, 'Not again...' You thought. She walked down the basement stairs and got closer to you. There was a plate on her hand, and it had some rice in it, like it always did.

"I hope you're hungry, I made this specially for you." You heard the woman's voice, and as she spoke, you could already feel your stomach wanting to throw up. Everything related to her caused you nausea.

"I... I'll eat it later..." You spoke, trying to avoid the food, but your words only made your kidnapper annoyed.

"You have to eat!" She cleared her throat. "I mean, darling, you'll get sick if you don't eat... please. Do it for me..." You tried to look away, avoiding her presence, but she grabbed your face and locked eyes with you. You felt her cold hands on your chin as you saw her grab some rice with the rusty spoon she had brought, the spoon was getting closer to your mouth, and a tear of desperation rolled down your face when you realized you had no choice.

"Please..." You lifted your gaze and looked at the kidnapper, begging for some compassion.

Spencer was pouring coffee in his cup, when a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Shut up and eat!" She forced the spoon inside your mouth and watched as you ate. You felt a metal-like taste in your mouth, but you couldn't tell if it was the rusty spoon or the blood coming out of all the wounds you had in your face, that once again started to bleed.

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"Hey. Do you wanna talk?" Garcia was standing next to him, her hand reassuring Reid's shoulder. "It's like your fourteenth cup of coffee today. That's a lot. Even for you." She tried to joke, but she knew that Spencer wouldn't laugh at all.

"Thanks, but I'm fine." Reid placed the cup back on the counter and left it there, the fact that his behavior had been pointed out made him a little embarrassed.

"It's okay not to be... and you can't be fine. Not with what is going on, Spence." Penelope watched how her friend just looked down at the floor and remained in silence. For a second, it looked as if he was about to speak, but then Reid just silenced himself and turned away from Garcia. "Look, (y/n) has been kidnapped, and we're all doing everything in our hands to save her. You're one of the, if not the, most intelligent agent we have, and (y/n) needs your full concentration in the case in order to be saved." She was now speaking in a calmer tone as a hand rested in Spencer's shoulder. "I know it's hard... But you can always vent with me and with everyone else in the team."

For a moment, Spencer was still giving his back to Penelope, but then he turned to face her, and his eyes were teary. It broke Garcia's heart to see her friend like this, but she knew that now that he allowed himself to be worried openly, things would go smoother in the case.

"I just miss her so much..." Reid's voice was barely audible, but what could be heard was filled with sadness.

Hotch was a couple of steps away from the two of them. He couldn't hear what they were speaking about, but he knew it was about (y/n). He had a case file in his hands, new information had arrived from the local police station, and he knew that it was going to be a game changer. Aaron had told the rest of the team to go to the conference room, and now he had to speak to Spencer and Penelope.

"Guys." His voice sounded warmer than usual, a colleague's disappearance made the way he acted different. "I need you in the conference room and in your office now, please. It's about (y/n)." He spoke, first to Spencer and then to Penelope. The both of them nodded, understanding that it was important.

The case file said that a man had reported seeing a woman that looked like the unsub in his neighborhood, entering an abandoned house that was for sale. She had done it repeated times, and she always brought a different car, as if she didn't want to be recognized.

Spencer couldn't believe the information. He had an address in front of him, a place where you could possibly be. His heart was racing at full speed, and his hands were sweating. The bare thought of finding the woman that had taken you felt like a step closer to you. Reid hadn't said a word in the whole conference, but when Hotch said that Spencer wouldn't be entering the house, he couldn't help to yell.

"What?! But- I have to be there! I need to help her!"

"Yes. (y/n) needs you, and that's why we can't risk you getting close to the unsub. In case you can't control yourself and attack her, we don't wanna cause any kind of dangerous situation for (y/n)." Aaron spoke, and even though Spencer wanted to yell back at him, he stayed silent. All because he knew that he was completely capable of hurting your kidnapper.

Reid decided not to say another word and keep hearing the plan Aaron had made. His role would be to wait for you outside the place along with an ambulance, ready to comfort you. He knew that when you walked out of the door, his whole world would stop and that he would hold you with all his strength to never let you go again.

When you first talked about the possibility of getting together, you both knew that by working on the B.A.U. either of you could become the victim in any case you had. Despite this, both of you tried not to think often about that. You tried to keep your mind focused on work when a case was taking place. But now, now that was impossible for Spencer.

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You were shaking, shocked, and crying when you heard a gunshot, followed by the sound of your kidnappers' body falling to the floor. It was over. They all were there to save you. The unsub was dead, and now you were free once again.

"(y/n)!" Hotchner's voice took you out of that dissociating state. "We'll get you out of here. Get up." You felt your boss grabbing your arm and lifting you up from the cold ground.

"Is she okay?!" It was Emily's voice that came from outside the basement. You could hear the worry in her tone.

"She's got some wounds, but she'll be okay. I'm bringing her out." Aaron kept talking with the rest of the people there, but you barely processed what they were saying.

You were still shaking. You felt your head starting to hurt when the sun rays reached your face. How long had you been in there? Hours? Days? You couldn't say properly. The images of what had happened this past time repeated on your head, the food you were forced to eat, the freezing floor, and the dead body falling in front of you.

Your head was racing, but it all seemed to disappear when you saw him: Spencer.

He ran into your direction, leaving behind his vest and any kind of equipment he had to wear due to the protocol. Spencer hugged you, feeling your shaking body against his, thinking about everything he wanted to tell you and how sorry he felt because you had to go through this.

Reid was warm. It wasn't a minor detail since his warmth made a huge contrast with all the coldness that was inside that basement. You felt like Spencer's hug was the first thing that actually made you feel like you had been saved. You knew that by being in his arms again, you were safe.

With all this going through your head, your body started to calm itself. Your boyfriend didn't let go the hug until you did first, he knew that you needed it more than any kind of therapy, Reid knew that you needed him. His hug felt like a place in which you could find solace, a place where everything that happened was forgotten and only comfort mattered. A hand of his was caressing your back, and with every move that he made you felt a little more cared.

You didn't know how much time you spent hugged to Spencer, but it didn't matter, cause it was what you needed.

Slowly, you pulled away from Reid, his eyes instantly meeting yours. It broke your heart to see such a sorry look in his eyes, but you understood that it was the only way he could feel at the moment. Other team members walked closer to you, they checked up on you, and you told them all that you were fine now.

Once you could be alone with Spencer again, you grabbed his hand and looked at him. Reid was avoiding your gaze at all costs, and you knew exactly why that was happening.

"Spence... look at me..."

"I failed to protect you..." His voice was filled with guilt. "Look what she did to you..." Now he dared to look up, and as he did a hand caressed the side of your face that had a bandage on it. Reid's eyes started to get teary, and he had to look away to not cry. He felt like with the team being around, he couldn't break so easily.

"You didn't fail to do anything... It was just bad luck. I'm back here with you now. You guys saved me..." You tried to look the positive side of things, as you hated to see your boyfriend blaming himself for your kidnap.

"How can I make it up to you...?" His voice was still cracked, but you knew that he didn't want to dig deeper into the topic.

"Just stay with me. I'll tell you when I'm ready to be alone again."

Spencer looked at you, and he gently grabbed your back to make your body lean over his. Now your head was resting in his shoulder, one of his arms around you. Reid kept caressing your body, and you just stayed in silence as he did. Maybe the moment wouldn't last long, and it wasn't even the smallest part of what you would need to recover from the situation, but when you both were sitting there, it felt like nothing could ever harm you again. You knew that as long as Spencer was right beside you, you would overcome anything.

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Months had passed since the incident. You were still recovering from it and hadn't gone back to work. You had made a lot of progress, but unavoidably, there were setbacks.

You woke up in a cold sweat, your heart racing as you tried to focus on the fact that it had been a nightmare, since months ago you were safe. Your hands reached out for the sheets, trying to touch something that made you snap back from that terrified state. Your breathing was still irregular, and you could feel how it wasn't getting any better.

There had been something particular about that nightmare that affected you this much. Your head was spiraling with the images of that dream, when a hand placed on your back stopped it all. It was like knowing that he was there made you feel better almost instantly.

"Bad dream?" Your boyfriend's voice made you turn around, you only nodded in response.

Spencer sat up on bed, pulling his hand away from your back. Once he had made himself comfortable enough to speak to you face to face, he analyzed your face. He already sensed it was related to your kidnap.

"Do you wanna tell me what happened in it?" Now you were shaking your head. "It's fine... Actually, nightmares may occur when your body wants to send you signals that something is happening in the real world. Like, if you're sleeping over your arm and it's getting numb, your brain might make you dream that that same arm gets shot, and then you wake up and stop putting pressure on your arm..." He started to ramble, and you only smiled at him with a certain tireness in your face.

"I'm pretty sure it wasn't related to that... but I'll take in the knowledge." Reid smiled, relieved that you took it with a small hint of humor. "I'm sorry I woke you up."

"Don't be. If I can help you in any way, then it is a pleasure to wake up. Besides that, you know that for me it's always a good thing to wake up next to you." Now you were smiling. Spencer pulled you in for a hug, and he placed a couple of kisses on your face. "I love you, never doubt that. If you need me to help you with even the smallest of problems, don't doubt to reach out for me. I'm your boyfriend (y/n). I love you, and everything I want to do is see you alright..."

You both stayed in silence. There were no words left to say. Despite the fact that you had many setbacks along the way, it was reassuring to know that you could always count on Spencer to be there for you. And even though he didn't say it as often as he'd like, Reid loved you with all of his heart. He would always be ready to drop everything for you.

Everyone always told Spencer how smart he was and how much knowledge his mind held. But for him, there was only one thing he genuinely wanted to know and understand, and it was you.

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[totallybakedcake]

Hiii, Can I have a kn8 request for Narumi, Hoshina and Ichikawa (seperate) with their s/o who's paying attention to a very small plush version of themselves? Like the smoother the plushie some kisses or snuggling it? What would the boys reaction about this?

Were you just?

Ichikawa

Reno is one of the most needed members of the defense force. After being compatible with Kaiju No. 6, he has been training extra hard. Although his results were getting better every day, it seemed like something was still lacking despite his hard work.

Him and your time

It was something that you never brought up with Reno. Just busying yourself got it off your mind and made you relax a little.

but your heart ached for your boyfriend, who looked too hot wearing the number six suit while looking all serious and determined.

Your childhood best friend, Haruichi, did not like seeing his friend so depressed, so he realized he needed to give him or her something special to get them back to normal.

He succeeded way too spectacularly.

"'m home!" Leno just felt another wave of joy saying that. Finally, he had gotten some days off. He was literally walking to your room. Reno couldn't stop thinking about what all he had planned: a Konbini dinner, movie night, stargazing, late-night cuddles, kisses, and

His jaw dropped.

It was a heart-stopping sight—you cuddling with a plush version of yourself? You looked too gorgeous in that loose nightgown while peacefully listening to music, with closed eyes, snuggling and kissing a plush version of yourself.

He felt hot and angry all of a sudden; his heart was beating faster than usual, and he clenched his fists tighter. Wait, was he jealous?Name opened his or her eyes to see his or her boyfriend standing there, his mouth wide open while staring at your plushie. A smirked crawled to your face, boyfriend jelly?

Name snapped awake to see his or her boyfriend staring at your plush toy with his mouth agape. Boyfriend Jelly, did a sly smile creep up on you?

Quickly sneaking a plush version of yourself, you threw your arms around Reno, tackling him in a suffocating hug while pulling him closer.

He closed his eyes, ready for a kiss, but that never came; instead, a soft feeling came onto his lips. A plush version of yourself. It was the last straw, as he lost his patience.

"You little teaser--" He tossed your plush toy far away and then pulled you in for a clinging kiss. He was exploring your tongue with a hunger that only stopped when he started kissing you all over your body. He needed to teach you not to tease him after not seeing you for so long. He picked you up with ease and threw you onto the bed.

Yeah, you needed to pull pranks like these more often for these types of punishments.

Hoshina

"Hey, Kikoru and Reno?" Kafka asked in a whisper, screaming, looking at them with eyes like he would break down any second.

"Oi K-k-k kafka? Why the hell happened to you?" Kikoru tried to calm down the man, who was ready to cry.

"Why is Hoshina Fuk-taicho the meanest person right now? Yeah, I mean, he is mean almost every time, but isn't it too extra from the past few days? He gave me 100 more pushups for talking about how a partner whom you are dating always loves his or her boyfriend and gives him all the attention."

"Senpai, are you an idiot? I just got another 2 laps for murmuring, so please don't!" Reno karate chopped Kafka before coming even closer, which, for some reason, made Kikoru's face turn into a tomato as her heart felt ticklish.

"The platoon leader's name is the reason behind it. She and him are dating and probably had an argument because Hoshina Fuk-taicho literally gives her glares, and she just smiles at him and walks away."

"Oh, I see you guys have time to chit-chat during training. How about 10 more laps for each of you?" Hoshina butted in and threw them a glare that could probably kill them. With a sigh, Soshiro started walking home as they all fled.

He was furious because of that gosh-darn plush version of himself that you owned. It was cute at first, but after you started giving it more attention than him, he started getting pissed off. How the fuck can a plushie like him get more love than the real deal?

He took off his shoes, tossed his jacket on the coat rack, and walked into the bedroom to find you dozing off with the stuffed version of himself. Your expression was content.

He blushed

You have been taking that plush practically everywhere he can think of for the past few days—obviously not the bathroom. You would give him those adorable puppy eyes that would make him give up on trying to take it away.

He carefully removed the plush and threw it somewhere you could not find it because he had finally had enough.

Soshiro gently laid down on the bed, pulling (name) close as he nuzzled his face on your shoulder. "Name, you are such a teaser; it makes me feel annoyed, but even if I do feel annoyed, how can I not stop thinking about how cute you look?"

He smiled at his own words. His eyes closed, he fell asleep beside you.

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I AM SORRY to anyone who has been waiting for any uploads, sorry to even this person whose request I could not even finish in one go and need to have a part 2 for this now.

I have been quite sick for the past week and I still am but I just wanted to do something for 90 followers you know. I feel like this fic is not that good, again I am sorry to that person if you feel disappointed in me.

ALSO

I am starting this question thing where I just ask random questions, why am I doing this? I also don't know

If you could, what would you have added in the kaiju no 8 manga or anime?

[jester-lover]

What about dorm leaders with Morticia-like s/o?

Friday, I'm in Love

the dorm leaders with a morticia-like s/o

cw- fem! reader, fluff, mentions of the boy's insecurities, reader being literally the hottest woman alive (author is a goth and loved this)

Riddle

He’s wrapped around your finger and he doesn't even know it

This man sees you for the first time, elegant and refined, and he comes barging towards you

Tries his best to maintain all the manners his mother taught him, but it's so difficult considering just how beautiful and smart you are

Loves dancing with you, especially if you end up guiding and taking the lead, he’ll be absolutely enamored with your confidence

His most favorite thing to do with you, however, is to show you how much power he has over other students, he thinks it’ll make you like him if he’s all big and strong

Honestly you couldn't care less

Tea parties certainly run smoother with you around, because the freshmen don't want to embarrass themselves around a cool and calm young woman like you

In terms of fashion, Riddle appreciates your monotone, sleek wardrobe, even if he desperately wishes you’d wear lower heels so he could appear taller

Riddle’s fiery ambition, and your cool, motherly personality is a combination no one expected

But the two of you know better, the differences in your personality only highlight your individual achievements, pushing you ever closer together

“Dear, you look absolutely exceptional, but perhaps refrain from adding spiders to your hair?”

Leona

Leona loves tough, strong women

(he also lowkey loves women who scare him)

He was first attracted to your confidence, how you turned heads just by strolling past, head held up high and heels tapping

He felt a sense of nervousness he hadn't ever felt before when he tried to ask you out

The two of you are both just so relaxed and aloof, with a hidden romantic side

He puts a considerable amount of effort into your relationship, more than he’s probably ever done for anyone, because you're the most special person in his life

Leona has a deep inferiority complex, and he wants you to know that he can provide for you and be the man you need

You have a natural deadpan sense of humor, and the casually dark things you say often make him laugh

He feels genuinely very calm around you, leading to a lot of afternoon naps

“Why don’t we continue our necromancy discussion after a quick nap?”

Azul

 Azul is an appreciator of smooth, sleek and professional aesthetics like yours

By this, I mean he most likely cannot make eye contact with you until you approach him

Your first date is probably a ruinous meal at the Monstro Lounge where he spills his drink all over himself, he gets so humiliated, but you find it adorable

The way he stumbles over himself trying to impress you is so cute, you ask him for another date

 The way that this boy worships your every step is noticeable, especially by the tweels, who consistently tease him

The similarity between your clothing is one of his favorite things about you, and he’ll always appreciate your sublime, elevated sense of fashion

“I decided to wear my black tie, to match your dress of course.” 

Kalim 

Sun x Moon couple, proving once again that opposites do attract

He definitely just saw you one day, thought about you for a week straight and asked you out straight up

Kalim had a bravery other boys didn’t possess, this deeply intrigued you

You tend to make deadpan and dark jokes around him, and he’s never once understood any of them in the moment

He gets it in about 3-5 business days

You give him a sense of order and peace, with your calm demeanor and relaxed attitude, while he gives you excitement, a rush of serotonin you can't find anywhere else

Kalim will complement any new accessory he sees on you, a big smile adorning his face

You two often do your makeup together before events, he usually finishes up first, and watches you because he loves to see the process of your look

“I absolutely adore the clips in your hair, I should buy a pair so that we can match!”

Vil

Power couple

Literally the both of you are so beautiful, everyone on campus turns their head around whenever you walk by

Vil thrives off of attention and compliments, so your affectionate and caring nature is much appreciated

He definitely asks to do your makeup and styling, but backs out when he realizes how iconic your look is, and how he really can't add much to perfection

He will however, help you shop

Anything you want, just tell him, he’ll buy it, he’ll just never admit he’s absolutely whipped for you

The sheer radiance and powerful energy is so much within you two

The jokes and humor you engage in almost break his perfect poised persona, he’s usually not a sucker for comedy, but you bring out his inner comic

“Darling, your red lipstick looks absolutely divine.”

Idia

Was the only one here genuinely afraid of you at first

I mean, you sorta look like one of the villains from his favorite mangas, and he all but avoids you

You find yourself intrigued with the quiet boy, and manage to find his room

Idia is literally about to cry why is a woman in his room??? This has never happened before??? The matrix is crumbling???

You two have a very hushed discussion, and he learns to fear you less

As a boyfriend, he still acts very reserved around you, he fears he might come off as annoying

Just gently ease him into talking about himself and his interests a little more, and you’ll have him ranting about his newest fixation in no time

The fact that you encourage him in his pursuits is something he’s never had before

Idia is actually so amazed by your beauty, he literally pauses and stares at you sometimes

We all know how cool his more formal clothes are, so when he’s inevitably forced to leave his room, he knows he has you to keep him a little more calm

“Everyone here is looking at us, c-can we go home now?”

Malleus

The two of you are an absolutely regal couple, and he knows you are absolutely fit to be his queen

Malleus is attracted to you because of your vast intellect, your cunning nature and your refined taste

(and also because you genuinely enjoy his late night talks about gargoyles)

He makes sure to treat you with the utmost respect and dignity, reserved only for a woman of the court, guiding you gently with his extended hand, dancing with you to slow music, and of course helping you trim your thorns

Our dragon boy knows how to treat a lady, but he might have some trouble picking up on your deadpan humor, and he often just thinks your being serious

Your aesthetics match completely, allowing for the two of you to swap clothing and trade accessories

He knows what he wants in a partner, and you manage to fit completely

Malleus knows people often find him creepy or unnerving, and he knows it's the same for you, there’s a bond formed through your societal isolation

Malleus also makes sure you know he’s in love with you every day, through his kind words and his kinder actions

“Keep me in your thoughts dearest, so that I may become yours forever.”

[halloweenbitch2764]

You Meet Again/Becoming Friends

Slenderman

Surely, any sane person would have never visited that park again. After seeing a creature straight out of nightmares, you had definitely considered it. But at the same time, something made you want to go back. Maybe you just hallucinated it?

You had a day off, so you decided to go back. You got in your car and drove over to the park you had been at and parked, walking briskly to the woods where you had entered before. You walked down the path and noticed the birds stopped singing. That was a sign of what had happened last time. But you didn't feel the buzzing that erupted into a headache.

You looked around and nearly missed it. It blended into the trees so easily, and you could feel something watching you despite the lack of eyes. You stared down the monster for a minute. None of the headache or nosebleed had started, so you approached it.

It almost felt like a serene feeling was washing over you. Sure, it could have been a lure to capture you, but your gut insisted that it wasn't. Soon, you stood only a bit away and looked up at the towering creature. No headache or nosebleed to speak of.

"Good afternoon." A deep voice suddenly rang in your head. You jumped. It was like the normal voice in your head but much deeper and smoother.

"Good....Good afternoon...?" It came out more like a question than you intended. Were you supposed to use the voice in your head to reply or your normal speaking voice? You weren't sure.

"You can talk to me like that. It's alright. I can communicate either way." You nodded in response. "Well...my name is Y/N. Nice to meet you...?" "Slenderman." You nodded again. "Nice to meet you, Slenderman." "And you as well."

Your visits to the park became more frequent as you hung out with the man. He explained that when he only seemed like a threat when you initially met, it was because he saw you as a threat. You hadn't had the headache and nosebleed that time because he didn't perceive you as a threat anymore. And so you kept up the visits and got to know him more.

BEN Drowned

Soon enough the events that had happened on your N64 transferred to your laptop. Cleverbot would open by itself and the AI would speak. It was eerily human and kept identifying itself as BEN. You'd close out of it and the tab would pop back up. "Turn your t.v on." The AI messaged. You didn't want to just give in and do it but another part of you wondered if anything would happen.

So you made your way over to the TV and turned it on. Legend of Zelda turned on and the title screen sat. You stared at the screen for about thirty seconds. "Knew it wasn't real." You mumbled and reached for the remote which you sat next to the TV.

Suddenly an arm reached out and grabbed yours. A scream bubbled in your stomach and got stuck in your throat as you watched a man pull himself out of the TV. You couldn't believe your eyes. The man brushed him clothes off and fixed his hair and his eyes met yours.

Well...what were supposed to be eyes. His eyes were black with red pupils and a couple of blood drops cascaded down his face. He looked like Link would if he were real. "Sup?" He asked casually and you passed out, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

After that incident he came around more but you didn't pass out again. You got to know each other more and you learned he was pretty chill. He was definitely a stoner but you didn't mind.

Eyeless Jack

He managed to get into your house again. You had triple checked every lock before you got ready for bed and somehow he still got in. You figured he was picking a lock. He only ever came at night and he didn't try to harm you again.

You learned his name was Jack and that he wasn't quite human despite his body's appearance. He was much taller than you had initially realized. And he only ate kidneys. It disgusted you at first. He wasn't much of a talker but you could get him to open up little by little and the two of you grew closer.

Hoodie

Brian had kept his promise, and you two met up in between classes. He had introduced you to his friends, which consisted of Alex, Tim, and Jay. They all seemed pretty friendly. Jay was definitely the most outgoing. Alex seemed more introverted, and Tim was just quiet. Their friend group was definitely nice.

The whole interaction made you look forward to going to school. Even though you didn't see Brian for a long time every day, you two stayed close. Sometimes, you two would talk or do homework together since you had the same class. It was just so much more relaxing to go somewhere where you knew at least one person (now more).

Masky

Tim had gone through and texted you a little later that day. You two ended up going out for coffee, chatting, and getting to know each other better. Normally, you would think twice about going out to coffee with someone you met at your psych doctors office, but it just felt right.

You two began texting more frequently. You learned about each other's jobs, likes, dislikes, etc. Strangely enough, there would be days at a time when he wouldn't text you. At first, you didn't think much of it. You two were still only acquaintances at that point, but when you got closer, you started to notice it.

Maybe he was just busy with his job?

Jeff The Killer

He came back the next night. You were asleep in bed when you awoke again. A soft yawn slipped your lips and you rubbed your eyes. You shifted onto your back and was about to go back go sleep when you noticed a familiar silhouette. "What the fuck?" You mumbled and sat up.

You stared at the silhouette and it stared back. You slowly reached for the knife under your pillow before a voice sounded. "Don't even." The voice was gruff. "Ohhhh...kay." You leaned over and flicked on your side lamp. A man sat at your desk. He had on a white, blood splattered hoodie, jeans, shaggy black hair, pale skin, and a smile cut into his lips.

"Who the fuck are you?" You mumbled. "You don't recognize me Y/N? We went to high school together." You raised your eyebrow and memories of the rumors came back. "No fucking way." He chuckled. "Jeff?" He smirked and nodded. "The fuck happened to you?" He rolled his eyes. "Nice to see you too, sunshine." He retorted. "You heard the rumors I'm sure. You know what happened."

You nodded slightly. "So why did you come here?" You questioned. "Before the whole incident I had wanted to get to know you better. Figure you won't tell anyone about me." "Wait, are you the one that's been stirring shit up in town?" He laughed. "No shit." You rolled your eyes at his smart-ass remark.

He started coming by every night and it didn't take long for you two to catch up and become closer. He was much different from what you remembered but it was to be expected after what had happened to him.

Laughing Jack

Lily had come back over to stay the night, which meant you'd hear about Jack again. To be honest, you had pretty much forgotten about the whole candy incident. The night started off fairly normal. You put on Lily's favorite show, gave her a coloring book and colors, and played on your phone. You glanced up and noticed her staring off again. "Whatcha doing Lil?"

She turned around and grinned at you. "Jack, remember?" You laughed a bit. "Oh yeah. How is he doing?" You asked. "He's good. He wants to meet you for real." She said. "Oh, is that so?" She nodded. "Well, I'm available whenever he is."

Now, like any normal person, you expected her to use her imagination to conjure up Jack. What you didn't expect was for a tall ass monochrome clown to walk out of the guest bedroom. You were stunned, to say the least.

Lily ran and hugged Jack, who hugged her back. "Y/N, this is Jack!" She announced. You shook your head, blinked a couple of times, and he was still there. "Alright, alright." You mumbled to yourself. "How did you get into my house?" Was the first words out of your mouth. "Simple, darling. I can appear and disappear at will." He said as if it was every day business. "Prove it." And so he did. In a puff of smoke, he vanished and then reappeared beside you.

"What the-!" You nearly cursed. He grinned, seemingly amused at the incident. "Did you enjoy the candy?" He questioned. "Oh! Um, yes." A light blush dusted your face. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "So yes, I'm Jack. How silly of me to forget." He held a hand out, long claws at the ends of his fingers. "Y/N. Nice to meet you." He grinned and nodded.

Jack's visits became more frequent, and eventually, he started coming without Lily. You learned that he was technically an imaginary friend but had free will, and the two of you became closer.

[madhatterbri]

Mama Knows Best | Lord Debling

Summary: Y/N's mother hatches a scheme to make her youngest daughter marry Lord Debling.

Lord Debling Masterlist found here

Taglist: @theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms

Y/N's mother, Wanda, watched from the second floor balcony as her sneaky daughter snuck out of the ball. Typical. The girl had only been running away from her duties since she was a young girl.

"You really do know her well, Mama," Wanda's oldest daughter chuckled.

"Yes, well, Mama always knows best. You will learn that when you have your children of your own, Daisy," Wanda smiled. A minute later, Lord Debling could be seen walking to the gardens.

The mother of two knew her youngest daughter was going to try and sabotage her proposal to Lord Debling. She also knew she would have to force her Y/N's hand in this marriage. Her daughter wanted to marry for love as if that was a real thing. Luckily for her, Mama was around to fix everything. Y/N would thank her one day.

"Daisy, do gather around some of the guests. The gossipers preferably. I feel like giving a tour of the gardens,"

Y/N knew what she was doing wasn't right. To be caught with a man unattended would be quite the scandal. Lady Whistledown would have love news. She didn't have a choice. Lord Debling wasn't looking love. The proposal couldn't happen. Surely, her mama would forgive her one day.

They sat next to each other on a bench by a fountain. The water poured from the top and made its way towards the bottom. Pink and white roses bloomed at the bottom.

"Have you an answer for my proposal?" The Lord asked. He took off his top hat and placed it on his lap. "I know we want different things, but I don't want you to compromise your dreams for mine,"

"I'm sorry, my Lord, you would be an excellent husband, but I wish to marry for love," Y/N answered and played with her bracelet nervously. All the times she rehearsed in front of the mirror could not prepare her for this. Her mother's vicious words played in her head. "You must think I'm a fool,"

"Not at all. I know that you will find this great love you seek. Your future husband will be lucky for it," he assured her with a warm smile. She looked in his eyes. They were full of caring and love. Any woman would be lucky to have him.

They sat in silence momentarily. Y/N enjoyed the peace and quiet. The birds chirped away as the wind rustled the leaves. The relaxing sound of the water in the fountain flowing below. No talk of balls, proposals, and scandals. Just peace.

Lord Debling stood from the bench. He reached out his hand for her to take. She happily accepted the generous offer. Her mama insisted on the shoes she wore that night. They were popular in Paris and, as such, she had to wear them. They were rather uncomfortable, yet Y/N didn't have a choice.

She stood up as well, yet her heel was stuck in the soft ground below. The soil must have been wet from the fountain. Y/N almost fell until Lord Debling grabbed her waist and brought him close. Her hand rested on her chest to steady herself. She thanked him and managed to get the heel unstuck from the ground.

Her mother's loud gasp caught their attention. Before them stood Y/N's mother, sister, and a couple of the worst gossipers in the ton. Her mama's eyes were wide as if she had seen a ghost. Her hands covered her mouth in shock. She witnessed Lord Debling with his hands on her daughter. Wanda's plan couldn't have been any smoother.

Lord Debling removed his hands immediately. He stammered and turned to Y/N. She certainly wasn't expecting this as well. They had been caught red-handed in an uncompromising position.

"Lord Debling," her mother seethed. She acted almost too disgusted to speak. "What are you doing in the gardens with my daughter alone?"

Lord Debling cleared his throat. "We were simply enjoying the peace and quiet away from the ball. She was-"

"Do not blame her. My daughter knows to come get her mama when she wishes to leave. She is an innocent girl, Lord Debling, an innocent girl that you wished to take advantage of," Wanda accused while pointing at him. She turned to get the reaction from the crowd. They were as shocked as she pretended to be.

"Mama, he didn't do anything to me. We were going to go back inside. Please believe me," Y/N begged.

"I have done nothing but been a proper gentleman to Miss Y/N," Lord Debling defended.

"A proper gentleman? I saw your hands around my daughter's waist the moment I turned the corner with my own eyes. If her father was alive, he would have your head,"

"This is a scandal!" Daisy declared.

The others in the group looked at each other and nodded. Y/N shook her head. This wasn't happening. No one was supposed to catch them out here. She knew her mother and older sister would never allow her to reject the Lord's proposal.

"A marriage," an older man announced suddenly. "Lord Debling must marry the girl to avoid a scandal and keep her honor,"

"No!" Y/N called out. "Mama, please, the Lord and I are just friends. My shoe was stuck. I would never do anything to sully our good name,"

"If this man has any honor, he would do the right thing and marry her," a lady protested.

Lord Debling turned from the crowd to Y/N. Tears poured down her cheeks. She looked so hopeless. Shaky breaths racked her body. He wasn't sure what scared her more: the possibility of a scandal breaking out or marrying him. He did the only thing that he thought would save Y/N from ruin.

"I will marry Miss Y/N if she will have me," Lord Debling assured the crowd. The attention was back on Y/N.

Y/N looked at her mother. The look in her eyes frightened her. There was no way she could reject the man for a second time that night and expect to live. She gulped down a sob and turned to him.

"I will be delighted to marry you, Lord Debling," she told him without looking at him. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked away. He wished he could do anything to comfort her, but now they were under a microscope.

"Wonderful," her mother clapped her hands together. "I will start with the preparations right away. Don't fret my dear Y/N. Mama knows best,"

[arabellasleopardcoat]

Pyrite - Chapter 3: Tears have drowned you

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Chapter summary: Aemma's and Daemon's coins finally land. Reader is not pleased.

Chapter warnings: Anxiety.Violence. Nudity. Sexual remarks. Kidnapping/ witness protection (Daemon's version) Reader gets slapped a few times, discussions of abortion and death.

A/N: They finally met! I am so sorry if this chapter is off, I am going through a breakup.

“This is an interesting contraption.” The Prince says, examining the dry brush that you use on the Queen before her bath. It makes her skin smoother. You gape at him, setting down the bucket of water that you were carrying. You were not expecting him to seek you out.

Panic rises at your throat and threatens choking you. You were not expecting him to come after you. Not like this.

It had all seemed so clear when you had overheard it. You couldn't let an innocent baby die, so you had to send the note. But after you had done so, fear started to sink in.

Otto Hightower was not a man to be trifled with. He was smart and ruthless, alight with the sort of fire that prompted me to do anything necessary to be someone in life. It was a yearning not so dissimilar to your own. Maybe Ser Otto was not of common birth, but he was a second son. And all second sons spent their lives waiting, just like the commoner, to be noticed.

He would do anything to finally get the recognition and standing he felt he deserved, including disposing of unexpected obstacles. After all, if he was willing to kill a babe still in the womb, why not a serving girl?

Your nights were spent lying on your cot, with the blanket pulled up high enough to hide your face and hair. You felt safer that way. The blanket wrapped tight around your body allowed you to feel any shifts on the bed, preventing anyone from sitting or leaning on your bed as you slept without you being alerted of it. Hiding under it had a less practical motive. Like a child, you just felt better that way.

Never before had you thought so much about your own death. When you were younger, and first became aware of death, you had realized it meant that you would die one day too. It was a scary thought, but it wasn't one that would make you freeze in terror as it did now.

Would it hurt? Would he poison your food? Send a sellsword after you? You had been raised under the Faith of the Seven, but your belief in them was weak. You doubted the existence of the Seven Heavens or Seven Hells. Would it be like falling asleep? Perhaps it would hurt. And then nothing would come ever again. You would just cease to exist, to be.

You had worried so much about Otto Hightower that you had not thought of the other, more dangerous threat to your wellbeing. Prince Viserys' attack dog. Daemon Targaryen.

“I must say, I had not expected such a reaction.” Prince Daemon sets down the brush, smirking. “Have you never given a man a bath before?”

You wished you were wittier. That your tongue was as sharp and fast as his. But with fear clouding your senses, you could do little more than curtsy clumsily.

He knows. He knows. He knows. The words kept repeating on your mind, a constant litany of panic and urgency. Your heart was beating wildly inside his cage, so hard you felt it might break a few bones and jump out of your chest.

No one would protect you. Not even your mother, placed in an impossible position by her foolish daughter. Between her beloved Queen and the future King of Westeros, something would have to give. Because thanks to you, Prince Viserys' victory seemed more certain. Why else bring his brother, if not to deal with the threat?

They were supposed to be in the city to visit their father, the Lord Hand. You did not believe a word of that excuse. Never before had they visited Prince Baelor. The Lord Hand went to them, not the other way around.

Would anyone care if you were to disappear? You were so invisible, no one would miss you. You hadn't made many friends among the other servings girls. The Queen you served didn't notice you, nor did any of the other nobles. You only had your family.

“There must be a confusion.” You said, cautiously. You decided to keep your eyes fixed on the Prince's face. It was an unusual choice, you weren't supposed to gaze at nobles so directly. But you were not so foolish as to be in the same room as a predator and leave him unchecked. “I serve Queen Alyssane, my Prince. Only her. I am sure other…"

“I know.” He cut you off, before you could offer to find him another serving girl to help with his bath. You were desperate to get away from him, and it probably showed. "I complimented my grandmother's skin. She said the secret was your mother's baths."

That gave you pause. It made the fear recede a little. It was an odd question for a man, but Targaryens were known for their queer customs. Especially this one. It was perfectly plausible.

If they were trying to get information out of you, it would have been easier for Princess Aemma to call for you. After all, she could become your future lady, and probably was more interested in baths than Daemon Targaryen.

So. They didn't know, and Prince Daemon had a genuine interest in baths or he did know something, but not everything. If you played your cards right, you could still walk away unscathed.

“Then by all means, I shall fetch my mother!” You said, trying to gauge his reaction to your obvious attempt to get away.

The Prince's features shifted into a mask of pure rage before smoothing down into a strained smile. The change was so quick that if you had not been paying such close attention to his eyes, you would have missed the murderous glint in them, the way his smile showed way more teeth than necessary, how his fists clenched by his sides.

He knew. The Seven save you, Prince Daemon knew.

“I asked about that. She delegated the task to you.” He said, flatly. “Now hurry and help me undress.”

You stepped closer to him. Every instinct in your body was screaming at you not to. Your stomach dropped, the hairs of your arms stood up, you felt like you were about to throw up. But what other choice did you have?

The pact had not been meant for you to witness. You knew that. Foolishly, you had worried about Otto Hightower and Corlys Velaryon. You had thought about how they would find you, and how they would kill you.

The conspirators had been outside the Red Keep, so if they suspected a leak, they might go after the tavern's cashier or owner first. It was doubtful any of them recalled the other people in the shop with them that day. That was not how Prince Daemon must have found you. If it proved hard for the men present, for him it would have been impossible.

How could a man be aware of a conversation that had happened a month before, thousands of miles away? No. He hadn't found out that way, or he wouldn't need you. They would already know who was threatening them.

With shaky hands, you unbuttoned and took off his jerkin. Prince Daemon was slightly tanned, as a result of all the time he must spend outdoors. You had heard that since claiming his dragon, not a day passed without him riding the blood wyrm. You also knew, by the sword on his belt and the muscles in his back, that he must train quite a bit.

Your eyes must linger a second more than it is proper because Prince Daemon laughs.

“Never seen a naked man before?”

“No, my Prince.” You swallow, mouth a bit dry. You are unsure if it is because you are getting an eyeful of a handsome man, or because of how worried you are.

You shouldn't have sent that note. Oh, the note. That was what would truly doom you. Deciding to send it to Dragonstone had been a gamble. You thought sending it directly to where Princess Aemma was would be quicker than trying to convince the Lord Hand.

Time was of the essence, after all. Nobles often announced their pregnancies around the three or four moon mark, considering it was more unlikely for the babe to die after that date. If the Princess knew of her pregnancy, it meant she had not bled for over a moon. For the conspirators to find out, more time had to have passed. Mellos would have to act quickly to fit into the timeframe.

“Don't worry.” Prince Daemon stepped away from you, a salacious grin on his face. “I will make your first time good for you, too.”

And looking you directly in the eyes, he yanked his breeches down.

“What are you?” You asked, trying to save face. You pointedly did not look down. “One and ten?”

Daemon tutted.

“Mouthy little thing, aren't you?”

You paled. In truth, you had not really thought that through. You shouldn't have mouthed back to a Prince, regardless of what he was doing to you. Much less, if he knew what you had done.

You had not been so foolish as to sign the note, but it still had your handwriting. It could easily betray your identity, especially considering that the fact that the Princess was at Dragonstone was not common knowledge to every commoner.

Could they tell that? That you were a commoner, just for the way you wrote? It had worried you at the time, but you had not expected them to narrow it down enough to actually come after you.

“I apologize, my Prince.” You lowered your eyes, before coming right to face with his… You quickly looked up.

“I don't mind it. I like my girls with a bit of a bite.” He leered. “Much nicer to split them open on your cock when they are likely to yowl and hiss like cats in heat.”

Your cheeks burned. You fought the urge to fled the room.

“I am eight and ten, to answer your question.” Prince Daemon kept going, as if nothing had happened. “What of you?”

You mumbled your age, and kneeled, holding the brush.

“Good, aren't you eager?” He laughed. You ignored him and started to brush from his feet towards his chest. The roughness of the brush startled him, and you felt a sense of dark vindication. “Oh… That's…"

You didn't let him finish, starting to brush his calves from behind, roughly. So what if you were taking your frustrations on him? Near a moon had passed without news, and with you living in anguish.

No one had talked about Princess Aemma, not to announce a loss or a pregnancy. You went on with your duties, trying to pretend nothing was wrong. Your previously gorgeous hair started falling out in clumps, and no tincture from your mother's journal could fix it. You could not stop thinking of Princess Aemma.

She was in your thoughts when you brushed the Queen's hair. Would she wear the crown next? You thought of her every time you saw a pregnant woman. Did the babe survive? Would she be your lady? If she were, would you be able to swallow this secret, keep it down?

“Is this necessary?” Prince Daemon asked, with a wince, when your brush approached his rear. It was very shapely, so you rubbed harder to vanish the thought from your mind.

“It is part of the Queen's bath.” You mumbled, thinking of how as soon as you scrubbed him raw, you were placing him in the bath and running away.

You did not get to do that. Prince Daemon, instead of eight and ten, acted five. He asked for you to wash his hair and rub his back, and overall made a nuisance out of himself. Not once did he ask about the note or your thoughts on succession. Instead, he made inane chatter and poorly hidden innuendos.

When you finished bathing him, you were convinced he was the most hellish man you had ever met. But you were also convinced that he was harmless.

How wrong you were.

The first thing you became aware of was a pounding headache. Your scalp hurt, and when you tried lifting your hands to check on it, you realized that they were tied to something.

Your limbs felt numb. Panic threatened to drown you once more, but you fought the initial waves and forced yourself to be calm. This was what you had been waiting for. If you wanted to live, you had to play it smart.

You lifted your eyelids, barely enough for you to see through a blurred sliver. The world around you was tinted red, and your eyelashes felt stuck together. You could see your legs, extended on the floor. You were sitting somewhere.

Softly, you tugged at your restraints. Your arms were tied behind you, but around something solid. A tree trunk? A bedpost?

You could not remember what had happened or how you had gotten here. Under you, there was something soft. A rug. So this was inside somewhere. You opened your eyes a bit more, hoping to catch a glimpse of the world around you, but cautious to do so in case you were being watched.

“You are awake.” A woman’s voice said. Her hand, soft and dainty, grabbed your chin in a bruising grip. “Good.”

Princess Aemma was crouching in front of you, a look of pure rage in her eyes.

“You will tell me who dared hurt my child. Or else.”

You blinked, stupidly. She was not who you had been expecting. Freshly wounded and surprised, you clearly took a second too long to answer because Princess Aemma slapped you. Hard.

Your vision darkened. You let out a ragged pant. This was… Not ideal. You had no idea of what was going on, or how she had known. Was it wise to speak?

“Who was it? Who ordered it?”

You whimpered. Could Princess Aemma protect you from Otto Hightower? His reach could be further than you thought. But even if she could, it would be picking a side. With the succession issue still unsolved, it felt unwise to do so.

Aemma could be the future Queen, yes. But so could Princess Rhaenys. And she would not want you then, if she knew you had passed information along to her rivals.

What would you do, then? Where would you find employment? Being a handmaiden to Targaryen women was all you knew how to do. Horrible images of ending up cleaning toilets or, the Seven forbid, in a pleasure house crossed your mind.

And that was if Princess Aemma allowed you to live. Perhaps she would think you too much of a burden or a part of the plot to hurt her, and just… Dispose of you. She had enough gold to hire an assassin or acquire poison, if she didn't do it with her bare hands. By the look in Aemma's face, she was very close to becoming a murderer.

You shook your head, near tears.

“Tell me.” Aemma insisted, her grip turning cruel. She raised her hand to strike again.

You shook your head again.

“Aemma?” Someone else spoke. It was a male’s voice, this time. You jerked upwards. Aemma's hand stilled. “I brought Daemon.”

Prince Viserys and Prince Daemon stepped inside the chamber that you were in. You felt like you were about to throw up. Exactly how many royals were keeping you captive?

Prince Daemon gave you a wave. He was sporting a smug smile that made you want to strangle him.

“We meet again.”

You glared. Aemma struck you again. The pain barely registered. You felt as if your head was too heavy for your body. It lolled to the side. A sudden wave of nausea prevented you from rightening it.

“Do not dare look at my good brother or husband, you whore.” She grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look up at her. “You either talk, or I will throw you in the cells. And when I find out who murdered my child, you will die alongside them.”

“My love, we shouldn't…” Prince Viserys swallowed, nervously.

“Shut up, Viserys!” Princess Aemma shrieked and the Prince cowered. This was the man King Jaehaerys wanted as his heir? Maybe Queen Alyssane and Otto Hightower were onto something. The thought registered as hilarious in your mind's scrambled condition, so you laughed.

Aemma turned towards you, outraged, but someone else's laughter stopped her dead in her tracks. Both of you turned, searching for the source of the sound.

Prince Daemon was laughing, eyes crinkling in the corners. He looked, much to your disgust, even more handsome.

“What?” He asked the Princess, between chuckles. “It was funny.”

“It was not.” Aemma scowled. She raised her hand again. “You little bitch! What did I tell you about looking at my…?”

“I think not.” Daemon intercepted her hand, holding her away. You sighed. You weren't stupid enough to think he was protecting you. No, he was just going to speed things along.

Daemon was one of the few people you had met that deserved their reputations. Dashing and a good warrior, yes. But also mercurial and quick to anger.

“Speak. Or I will make you speak myself. I assure you, you won't enjoy it." His hand brushed the blood away from your face, almost tenderly. You flinched. There was something about his touch that made your skin crawl. Gone was the young man from earlier, all playful smiles and banter. Instead, only a cold mask remained. His words lacked embellishments or thinly veiled threats. Daemon was not bluffing. “You won't die. Not for a long time. I will make sure that whoever poisoned Aemma knows it was you who spoke. And they can kill you.”

They. He would make sure they. The words were spoken like a promise, almost an oath. The Prince was completely serious.

Being left to the mercy of Otto Hightower was not something you wished for. And between the two of them, you knew who you feared more. You could always take a ship to Essos and find employment there if things went awry. But for that, you had to survive.

You whimpered. Aemma's fingers dug into your shoulders.

“Names.” She spoke, voice filled with contempt.

“Hightower! Ser Otto! And a Mellos! Corlys Velaryon was there, but he did not know.”

Prince Daemon and Prince Viserys exchanged a look. Prince Daemon crouched behind you, while Prince Viserys helped Princess Aemma stand.

“Good, little bird.” Daemon untied your wrists. You kept very still regardless. “Do you know what comes next?”

You shook your head. What else could they want from you?

“You will sing just as prettily during the trial.” He ordered, forcing you to your feet. Princess Aemma beamed at him. Prince Viserys looked thoughtful. “For all court to hear.”

Your stomach sank. It was a death sentence. A commoner, standing against Otto Hightower? You would not even make it to the stand. He was a powerful man, with powerful friends. But even if you did, you doubted King Jaehaerys would listen to you. You were one woman against the most important men of the realm.

And Queen Alyssane! Oh, Queen Alyssane would be so disappointed. She would no longer want your mother and you in her service, if she didn't decide first that you were part of the plot and ordered your death for harming her family. Or even worse, the Queen could be part of the plot herself and be offended by your meddling.

“No, please! Please, please. They will kill me.” You begged. “Please, Your Grace, let me go.”

Prince Daemon smirked. Princess Aemma’s face twisted into a vengeful expression. They both were pleased by the possibility of your death. You resigned yourself to it, silently starting to cry.

And then, the unexpected.

“She is right, Daemon. You can't ask her to stand against them, she will be dead before nightfall.” Prince Viserys spoke, timidly. The other, more violent two, halted.

You could have kissed him. You could have proclaimed him King yourself.

“Then what?” Prince Daemon frowned.

“We will have the trial. You keep her until then.” Viserys ordered. Princess Aemma huffed, and exited the room, slamming the door on her way out. She clearly disagreed, but not enough to do something about it.

You were left alone with Viserys and Daemon. You eyed them warily. No good deed went unpunished, did it? You had wanted to save a babe, and not only had you failed, but you had been thrown into a pit full of dangerous beasts, ready to swallow you whole. And by the look on Prince Daemon's eyes, the dragons were the worst of them.

[yeahspider]

STEP FIVE : THE ARRIVAL

a/n- um jeongin 👀 would yall be mad if i made this a poly fic ? i double bias hyunjin and jeongin so its just in my nature to give the mc tension with both of them . but can you really blame me for wanting everyone to kiss ? but n e ways we’ll deal with that later . thx for the love ! seriously it makes me smile and encourages me to write more . enjoy this chapter beloveds ! <3

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You couldn't get out of the car any faster upon arrival. Jumping out of Jeongin's lap and immediately stretching your legs. The rest of the car ride had been pretty chill despite Minho's dark declaration. With laughter pouring more than shots. The car had been filled with good energy. Until you hear puking sounds coming from the driver's side of the car. Rushing over you see Han spilling his guts into the grass.

"Oh I am so drunk," he says after laughing. Minho rushed to his aide and swooped him to the nearest restroom. Stating he was helping him get cleaned up. Which just left You, Jeongin, Changbin, and your best friend standing in the front of the car. Not wanting to thirdwheel. You suggested splitting up and checking the grounds before the real fun begins. CHangbin jumps at the idea, grabbing your friend's hand and rushing off.

Jeongin just smiled as he gestured for you to follow him. You didn't mind hanging with him until the rest of the group showed up. His presence calmed your nerves that were fried from being so tense all day. With him, it felt like you took a deep breath. In and Out. Without it feeling like you were gasping for air. You followed him over to a smaller campfire with the SKZ symbols engraved on the logs surrounding it.

Sensing your confusion Jeongin clarified for you. "We've been coming to this specific campaign set up for so long people just consider it ours. The other will now meet us here. He was allowed to circle the campfire and pick a log to sit on. Before pulling out a flask and handing it to you. Feeling like you were over the taste of tequila for the night you denied it.

"I promise it tastes good just try it." He urged with a blinding smile. Why was it so hard to say no to these boys. Opening your mouth and tilting your head back this pour was a lot smoother than before. Not a drop spilled. The taste on your tongue was heavenly, embarrassed yourself when you let out a moan.

"Good right? Hyunjin made some for us last night and it was so good I felt you had to share." The mentioning of his name causes you to choke slightly. Jeogin laughed as he patted your back.

"So you really do have a crush on him. Seungmin owes me 20 bucks."

Your eyes widened as the words left his lips. How does he know? How does Seungmin know? Who else knows? Was he making fun of you? Thoughts ran rampant as you fought the urge to run. Fought the urge to defend yourself. But something in his eyes told you he had no malicious intent. So you stayed silent and refused to give your truth up.

"Don't worry your secret is safe with me. I'm just waiting for you two to kiss already. Crushing on each other for years but both are too shy to make a move. It's classic Hyunjin, but maybe I underestimated you."

You were genuinely at a loss for words. None of what he was saying was making sense. Maybe he was drunker than what you initially thought. Or maybe you were. Nothing was clear. Nothing was solid.

"I see the way you look at him. Just waiting for him to pounce. I see the effort you put in tonight. It'll pay off. You look beautiful, Hyunjin won't be able to take his eyes off of you. It's like when you stare at the sun you're blinded to everything else. Light being all you can see" Jeogin was dangerously close to your face. It was like he was sending you a mental message. Begging you to read between the lines of his words. But it just left you more confused. All you knew was that in this moment with him your heart was fluttering. Yeah, you were pretty drunk. His lips inched closer to yours. You wanted him to kiss you so bad. You could see the want in his eyes, you were sure it was reflected in his eyes. Instead of his lips on yours, they grazed your ear.

"I'll help you get him." He said against your ear, peppering a light kiss on it. And leaving you more flustered than ever. Before you could ask him what he meant you hear a shout from behind your shoulder. A newly renewed, but still very drunk Hancomes running in your direction. Everyone else trailing behind him. Plopping himself in your lap and making himself comfortable. You allow him, not wanting to upset the boy who clearly just wanted some affection. Plus his attention was flattering. The group sends smiles your way as they gather around. Everyone was here but Hyunjin. Your heart ached. Did he change his mind after finding out you were here. Your mood immediately plummeted. This whole night can't be for nothing. You worked so hard planning it. Even getting it back on track every time it slowed or veered off course.

"Man, the parking here is terrible. It's almost like we should've come earlier." you hear a voice say behind you. Followed by a groan. A groan you recognized, Turning your head you lock eyes at the sole reason you stepped outside your house tonight. Hwang Hyunjin in all his glory. And he was walking towards you. If there wasn't a Han Jisung in your lap, you for sure would've bolted by now. With a comforting hand on your back, Jeongin whispered mere I got you. And with that, it was time to put the final steps of your plan into action.

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Getting into the song

"Oh! My! God!" Evan cried out in amazement over the whirring of fans. Him and his lifelong friend Joel were in Evans basement room, reviving the tradition of their yearly LAN party after a hiatus of several years.

Of course, there was no real need for physical presence anymore, now that internet connections were stable and cheap enough. Still, Evan was a bit of a traditionalist and had begged his best friend until he had finally caved. They had already played for one and a half day, and currently, both nerds were tired and taking a break, surfing the internet.

Joel, the way bigger one of them both, turned around with his hand in the bag of chips and looked at him quizzically.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Starblush is releasing a new album next month!" Evan said excitedly.

"Star...blush" Joel repeated. "That's some kind of band I suppose?"

Evan frowned. "It's not 'some kind of band'. It's *the* very best band on earth!"

Joel had quickly googled the name and rolled his eyes.

"Oh god, I think I remember. Is that this Japanese boyband you're so obsessed about? With that idiot front man?"

"Komori Yoshitora" came the answer at once. "And he is not an idiot, he is just the most wonderful man - on. Earth. He has such a good voice, and his lyrics touch your heart, and..."

"Ookay." Joel raised his arms, with some crumbs falling to the floor in the process. "I admit I overlooked something very important in my opinion. That you are obviously utterly and deeply in love with that guy. Seriously, do you think he writes those songs himself? I wouldn't even count on him singing himself. It's a fricking boyband. The target audience are 12 year old girls!"

Evan was slowly getting agitated. "It doesn't matter if he writes the songs himself. He sings them, yes, no playback, and he just gives the words so much... soul! Why would I care about the target audience? Also, I'm not gay, but that guy is so ridiculously good looking that I would give him a blowjob any day."

Evan turned up his speakers and went to YouTube. "Here, I'm gonna show you one of their tracks. Once you heard it, you are going to love it, I'm sure!"

With that, he started a music video featuring the charismatic Japanese lead singer along with the rest of his boyband, singing a Japanese pop song on stage.

Only a few seconds in, Joel interrupted the singing: "Do you even understand what he's singing? Do you speak Japanese? Because I don't."

"No, I don't *speak* Japanese." Evan replied. "You have to look up the translated lyrics of course!"

Joel shook his head. He did have to admit that the soft, sensual voice of the lead singer didn't sound too bad, although he couldn't understand the meaning of the words. As the track ended, he said: "It's okay, I guess. Still a boyband." After a short hesitation, he added: "Show me another track."

Evan grinned in triumph and started the next song. This one was a bit faster, and the lead singer moved around more on stage.

Joel found himself really digging the rhythm. At first, he only tapped his foot to the song, but quickly found himself moving his massive body to the electronic music, doing something similar to dancing.

Although Joel hated every kind of body movement, getting into the rhythm came surprisingly easy, as if he had heard the song a hundred times before, not right now for the first time. A gurgling noise came from his belly, as his body mass slowly vanished. Before long, he had to hold up his pants or they would fall down. Evan didn't notice, too glued were his eyed to the music video.

It didn't take another request from Joel to start up the next song after this one ended. Between the videos, however, Joel had to get rid of his glasses, because his vision was getting blurry with them on. They were too big anyway, as his face was getting smoother and smaller. Moving his slim body had become easy, natural even. As he moved to the beat of this new song, slowly all body hair, including his beard silently fell from his body, sinking to the ground like snow.

There came the bridge, then another chorus. As the chorus began, Joel started to sing along. He knew the lyrics by heart and closed his eyes while singing, putting all his soul into the words.

As Evan heard the singing, he turned around, only to freeze with his mouth open. There, in his mom's basement, singing and dancing was... not Joel anymore. No, that was Komori Yoshitora, himself! The last few details changed along the last notes of the song. Komori's hair became night black, and his facial features turned delicate and well groomed, with a slight smile on it.

There was a long moment of silence between the two before Komori spoke first in broken English: "So, did I hear that right? You would give me a blowjob any day?"

As Evan nodded, still speechless and still with his mouth open, Komori smiled again and removed his shirt. "Good. I love fans like you that aren't 12 year old girls."

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[masterjedilenawrites]

Hi! You wrote my clone exchange gift so beautifully I cannot resist a birthday opportunity 🥹

Name: Elara, but please feel free to make it a reader insert if that suits you better, I rarely use my name when reading or writing

Birthday: February 2nd

Timezone: EST

Character: Fives

Celebration Details:

- I haven't really celebrated my birthday for quite some time, so any kind of celebration or plans made by a loved one would probably turn me into a weepy blubbering fool. I think I'd like to be surprised with a small party at least once in my life.

- A bit of a happy medium when it comes to attention, I prefer to celebrate life and the people I've been given rather than celebrating myself. Small parties with close friends and family are what I love, full of games and good food.

- I'd love some romance, SFW but kisses are more than welcome.

- I've never been one for grand gestures, I'm not a huge fan of being in the public eye/under the spotlight around a lot of people. I love meeting new people, but large crowds or being in a spotlight with a crowd is a great way to make me uncomfortable lol. Smaller gestures or subtle things make my heart melt. I find that I grow closer to the people I love through everyday mundane things, little notions that make life go smoother on the day to day.

- Gifts are never expected but always appreciated. Again I haven't truly celebrated my birthday in a while so any little thing that someone gets for me, whether they think I'd like it or simply because it reminded them of me, would make my day.

Please reach out if you have any questions! Thank you in advance 🥰

Happy Birthday Elara / @writersnook11!

Your job working for the GAR was an exhausting one, but it had brought you some new and cherished friendships with the clone soldiers. Even long stints of overtime were made bearable by a captain popping his head in to say hi, or a pilot sending you a silly message. And when a certain charismatic ARC trooper paid you attention? You couldn't stop smiling for days.

You weren't expecting anything today, not having celebrated your birthday in a while. Fives, on the other hand, hadn't been able to stop thinking about that fact ever since you'd let it slip a few rotations ago. He and his brothers didn't have birthdays; he was low-key jealous about it. So he was determined to find a way to help you celebrate. You are surprised when he stops by your office with a handful of his brothers in tow. They're here to help you finish your work early. You certainly can't complain about the extra help and put them to work, making sure Fives is right next to you. You both pass secret looks and blushes; it's a wonder you get any work done at all, to be honest. But you finish up at a good time and then it's on to Fives's next surprise.

He takes you to an arcade a few levels below Coruscant; it's outdated and a little neglected, but it's a hidden gem that the clones love visiting on their R&R's. It's a slow night so you practically have the place to yourselves as you play every single game. Fives collects all of the prize tickets and lets you pick out a toy from the shop. You're looking so happy beneath the neon lights and he thinks he's picking up a good vibe, so he leans in to give you one more gift...

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For Gift-Giving

From Huaisang having to convince Meng Yao to accept even a simple gift to Jin Guangyao casually drowning Huaisang in gifts just because he (finally) can.

"Okay, then. I propose we play a game."

Meng Yao glanced over, registered the determination shining in Nie Huaisang's eyes, then sighed and put down his brush. "What game does gongzi have in mind?"

"If I can give you a reasonable, logistics-related argument why you need whatever the thing is I'm trying to give you, then you won't get all deflective 'oh, but I don't deserve it' on me and take it."

Meng Yao could immediately see the ruse behind the rules.

And... honestly... the fact that Nie Huaisang had thought up the ruse in the first place didn't bother him as much as he would have expected. Quite the opposite, actually. The fact that his young master was going out of his way to create an excuse that would cut down on both sect gossip and any potential grumbling from Nie Mingjue was clever.

The fact that Nie Huaisang had come up with this specifically for him was rather endearing.

And whether Nie Huaisang knew it or not, the logic game could potentially sidestep another problem.

He had learned at a very young age that unless it actually came directly from his mother, there was no such thing as a 'gift'. There were loans and other words that implied a demand for payment or repayment later. Or there were promises that would be broken at the first convenience.

Even now, after living in the Unclean Realms for several months, it was hard for him to accept that Nie Huaisang didn't want any other, more tangible, payment besides his company. That gifts were indeed gifts.

If Nie Huaisang presented them as job necessities instead... could he...?

"Fine. We'll try it your way."

Nie Huaisang perked up, then promptly produced a package from behind his back and plopped it on Meng Yao's desk.

With a total lack of surprise, Meng Yao unbound it and peeled open the paper to find a set of simple, but evidently high-quality brushes, and a flat box that contained both ink stones and pigment stones.

Ignoring both the immediate knotting of his stomach at how much they must have cost and the flutter in his chest at the fact that Nie Huaisang had seen him as worth getting them for, he looked up and raised an eyebrow at Nie Huaisang to give his reasoning.

"With better brushes and ink, your calligraphy will be smoother and less splotchy, which means you won't have to spend extra time on corrections and your paperwork will look more professional," Nie Huaisang replied, still grinning as he folded his hands behind his back again.

... Well. It really was a good argument.

"Thank you, gongzi," Meng Yao said politely as he opened the center drawer of his desk and laid the brushes and box inside next to the pot of oil he used for mixing ink.

Practically beaming now, Nie Huaisang spun with a cheerful wave, then left.

Meng Yao finished the document he'd been drafting before Nie Huaisang had arrived.

Then he dropped the brush he'd been using into the waste basket at his feet and selected one of the new ones, unable to keep from smiling a little when he found it really did handle even the overly thick ink still left in the bowl much more elegantly.

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"Aah? What are these?" Nie Huaisang asked curiously as they stopped at a cluster of intricately carved little granite pedestals, and Jin Guangyao gave a noncommittal shrug to hide how his heart was almost vibrating with anticipation.

Nie Huaisang went to examine the bowls of varying sizes that had been cut into the tops, stone vines holding them in place. "These would be good for- oh! They're for watering and feeding birds, aren't they? I should order..."

He trailed off and looked up, and Jin Guangyao couldn't help grinning at the expression on Huaisang's face when he connected the pieces.

Ah, yes. Now he understood why Huaisang had always been so eager to give him gifts.

"San-ge! These must have cost-"

"If you set them up in your aviary, you won't have to worry about your birds breaking the bowls from the kitchens anymore. Or your brother yelling at you when they do."

Nie Huaisang was sharper than others gave him credit for. Those green eyes immediately flickered in recognition of their old 'game'.

With how much had changed in the last three years, Jin Guangyao didn't exactly know how Nie Huaisang felt about that game these days. So he was more than a little relieved when Huaisang started laughing and rushed to hug him in delighted gratitude.

Perhaps he would next choose something a little less utilitarian... just because.

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It Comes in Waves

Chapter 5: Surging Waves

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Time passed by both fast and slow. Not too much talking happened between the two of you - mostly because it always ended up in some kind of argument about needing a plan. You always said there wasn’t enough to form one and Law counter argued that a small plan was better than no plan. It was a vicious cycle.

Finally, the day came where you both heard other cells opening and voices traveling down the halls. It was incredibly quiet after that. Before, you’d occasionally hear the prisoners getting rowdy and a dull hum of conversations. Now, it was stagnant silence. Another argument broke out, but you didn’t even try to argue this time, so it fizzled out.

Then the day came where it was your turn to head to the workshop. The both of you were waiting for your escort and Law struck an argument once more.

“We still don't even have a plan,” he said, folding his arms. You groaned, rolling your eyes and glaring at him. “Again?” He returned the glare. He obviously wasn’t going to budge.

“Can't really have a plan when we don't have any pieces. We don't have any of the tools to prepare.” You mirrored him, folding your arms. You might have been acting a little childish, mocking him the way you were.

“Well, if you wouldn't have opened your big mouth, we wouldn't exactly be in this situation.”

“I wasn't fair from the beginning and you know it.”

Law was quiet. You were right, but he also knew there was no point in arguing. That's all you both did the past few days. The arguments lasted shorter and shorter each time, but it especially so today since you were to leave anyway.

“Arguing isn't going to get us anywhere,” he finally said with a sigh as he unfolded his arms. You looked at him, astonished. “No shit? I never would've guessed.”

“Okay, that's enough.” He was grumbling, clearly upset. 

“Then stop bringing up the same argument over and over! It goes nowhere!”

“But we still don't have a plan!”

“And we still can't make one!”

You both fall silent again, just glaring at each other. You thought things had smoother themselves over whenever he seemed to forgive you for leaving. Then you ended up pissing him off again when you, as he put it, opened your big mouth. You just hoped he’d forgive you once you unveiled everything.

Then something occurred to you. “You know…he’s probably going to pull a fast one on us.”

“How so?” Law looked at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“He's probably going to make us choose. If we win.” You gave a hollow laugh, looking at Law's confused face. “They took something dear from me. And they took something dear from you. There's no way he's going to let us both walk out of here with everything.”

“Our chances of winning are slim to none anyway,” Law said, rolling his eyes. He really had no hope. He seemed resigned. You didn’t like that look on his face. You didn’t like to see people give up.

“You really need to stop being such a downer.” You had to give him something. You supposed.

“Alright. Listen.” He looked at you as you spoke. “You said it yourself, I’m not one to lose my cool like that. You ever think that maybe I did that for a reason?” Law seemed to stiffen. It seemed that he didn’t, in fact, think that. Not once. Your voice lowered and you beckoned him closer. “I do have a plan, but I can’t tell you.”

“And why not?”

“Oh, but that would ruin the fun. I kind of like seeing your feathers all ruffled.” You stood back up, smirking at him and putting your hands on your hips. He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Now you're just making fun of me.” He almost seemed to be pouting. 

You felt a familiar pull at the back of your mind once more, but you ignored it. 

You were about to tease him again when you heard the door open. In came a marine. “C'mon. Time is ticking.”

Now was your time to shine. You couldn't wait to see the look on that stupid commander's face when you won. You almost had a skip in your step. The ace up your sleeve was a good one. A skill you had developed while you had been enslaved.

The marine moved closer, slapping cuffs on your wrist and you winced. Not because it hurt, but because it always threw you back to all those years ago. You didn’t even enjoy wearing bracelets and it took you a while to even get used to having your jacket around them. 

It didn’t last too long as they uncuffed you once you arrived at the workstation, but they kept Law's on - for obvious reasons. The door was locked behind you and a timer on the wall started. You looked to Law, nodding before heading to the table to glance over the documents. Your eyes scanned the pages quickly. You were taking in the information and memorizing it but to anyone else it looked like you were barely glancing at them before just tossing it to the side.

“Alright. What's the plan?” You couldn't help but laugh as soon as the words left the doctor's mouth. “Oh, you never stop, do you?” He sputtered for a moment, speechless. 

“The plan is follow my lead, alright?” He gave you an unamused expression, but you didn’t falter. “I’m serious. That’s the only way we’re getting through this. You’re going to have to trust me, Trafalgar Law.” You headed over to the car, popping the hood open to see what you were working with. 

You could feel the doctor’s eyes following your movements. “Trust you? You mean the person who royally fucked us on this?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Hopefully you don't hate me too much cause we're going to be close.” You spoke aloud, but not really directing it at Law - more of thinking verbally.

“What do you mean?” He stepped around the hood and into your sight. 

“Alright, Mr. Needs A Plan.” You looked at him and put your hands on your hips. “This island is full of prisoners, right?” 

Law nodded. 

“More than likely a bunch of lug headed men, right?”

Another nod. 

“So, they're probably going to think the bigger and badder their car, the more they're likely to win.”

He seemed to catch on. “If we have a smaller and more nimble car, we'd be able to weave and dodge, no problem.” 

You smirked, folding your arms. “Well, there's that brain. Finally decided to work, huh?” 

Law rolled his eyes. “But that still leaves us with the fact that neither of us know anything about cars.” 

“And he's stupid again.” You placed your hands back on your hips. “What did I tell you about assuming things? Just because I sail the sea doesn't mean I don't know a damn thing about cars.” You sighed. 

“I've been on the run since I was a teen. I've picked up a skill or two along the way.” You winked at him as you pulled out a tool bag from a shelf. “When I was with Luffy and Ace in Alabasta, there were a few times we had to operate cars. After they had left, I had stuck around to help out a bit more and I ended up being a mechanic for a while.” You’re still not exactly sure how that all happened.

He stared at you, somewhat in awe. “I…didn’t know that.”

“Of course you didn’t. We hardly know the first thing about each other.” You sighed, pulling out tools. “Now, hold this flashlight and just look pretty. I got the rest.”

Law huffed. “I can do more,you know.” 

“Well, who is the one that's cuffed? And who is the one that knows what you're doing?” 

Silence. 

“That's what I thought, now give me a socket wrench.”

After about an hour and a half later, you were done. You worked fast. Many things were removed and modified, but you had worked with enough machinery on various islands so you had knowledge of different ways to hook up different parts to make them faster. You knew what metals were the lightest. You removed all the extra seating and other parts that you just…didn't need. Law actually did come in handy, pitching in his own ideas. After all, he had a submarine, so he knew a thing or two about machinery at least.

Then you were left with about half the car. You had also welded and molded the car for a more aerodynamic shape as well. 

“I still don't know how the hell you accomplished that in such a short time and I was even here watching you.” Law stared at the car in disbelief, walking around it.

He looked at you with amazement. You laughed. “I know, I know. I'm a genius,” you mused, joining his side.

You both stared at each other for a moment before he cleared his throat, looking away. “We should look at these documents.”

“You can. I did my part.”

“I can't possibly memorize all of this information in ten minutes.”

“No one is telling you to.”

“We need to be prepared for whatever they have to throw at us. He said there's a map and traps and the other contestants and rules.”

You shook your head. “Fast car.”

He groaned. “Impossible,” he mumbled, looking at the papers. He couldn't even focus. He tossed them, giving up on it entirely. Again, you didn’t like seeing him give up.

Time came and you were cuffed once more, a look of discomfort distorted your face. You squirmed a little before you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked back at Law, blinking. You couldn’t decipher the look on his face but you felt oddly…at ease.

“Let’s go.” The two of you turned your attention back to the marine, following silently.

Just as you predicted, everyone built up their cars. Some of the cars were fucking huge. It seems that just because you lost, that didn't mean you had to start your car over. Seems repeat offenders got to keep working on their cars. Some of them showed signs of age, some were built up in a way that there was so fucking way it was built that much in two days. You were deconstructing your car, which was way easier and quicker than making it larger.

Yours was in the middle. Tiny compared to the monstrosities around you. You snorted at the sight. “Looks like a mouse.”

“Wow, is that really your car?” “You're going to get squashed like a bug!” “The wind will carry you away in that!” You paid them no mind, keeping your head forward as you ignored the calls around you. You needed to focus. Some of them have been doing this for years, so you had to assume that they had become pretty good drivers. While you were in Alabasta, you had even joined a few street races across the desert. You and Ace had even raced each other, but he never quite got a hold of driving in the same way that you did.

You felt your heart sink as you thought about him. Fuck, you missed him.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you felt a hand once more on your shoulder. “Are you alright?” You blinked, clearing your throat and nodding. “Yeah, just planning.” You could tell he didn’t believe you but he didn’t press the issue further.

You were uncuffed once more as you reached the car. You climbed in, Law on the other side. Just as you predicted, you were shoulder to shoulder. “Good thing you don’t hate me,” you mused. “At least I hope.” You snorted.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. He folded his arms and looked out the window. Him and his attitude. 

The countdown began and suddenly you felt like being a shithead. Maybe a little cocky. “Hey, Law?”

“Hm?” He looked at you. 

“Do you trust me?” 

“What?”

“Do you trust me?” You looked at him and he looked at the countdown. “You never confirmed if you trusted me when we were in the work station.”

“This isn't funny. We have three seconds.” 

“I'm not moving until you say yes.” 

“Y/n, please.” 

The light turned green and everyone took off but you stayed put. 

Panic rose in his eyes. “Okay! Fine! You win. Yes. I trust you. Now go!” 

You snorted. “I know you're lying.”

But you took off anyway, the car immediately zipping across the track. Law gasped at the sudden speed of the car, his body being shot back at the sheer force. You couldn’t help but laugh. There was a rush that you enjoyed in moments like this. Your life on the line, more or less. So much at stake.

Your prediction was right. The nimbleness and speed shot you forward, catching up to the other’s with ease. Your eyes darted across the scene in front of you, taking in the other cars and contestants. You already saw your own plan of attack but you also knew there were some traps up ahead.

“It would've still helped if we knew what traps lay ahead.” 

“Oh, you mean like how at this turn up here, they're going to release some barrels to try and throw us off and make us crash?” You sped up. Four cars gathered around you, trying to box you in, probably to make sure you got hit by the barrels. “Hold on to something.”

You stomped on the breaks, causing the car behind you to suddenly jerk to the side to avoid being hit, only to end up crashing into the wall and spinning out. The other three shot forward. You turned the wheel, heading to the inner part of the track, zipping past them just in time for the barrels to hit. However, since they came from the outer side, it hit the car that had been boxing you in on that side. Another car down.

“Or do you mean about the false exit and if you don't take a sharp left, you'll pop a tire?” You whipped left, heading down another road, avoiding the road spikes. A couple of cars didn’t heed the warning and headed straight for the spikes, popping their tires and flipping.

Law looked at you in disbelief. “You didn't look at their papers longer than thirty seconds. How the fuck-?”

“I also know the shortcut that's right about…here.” You turned right, down a tunnel. 

“There's no way you memorized all that. How did you get the information? How long have you been here? Have you done this before?”

You shook your head. “I was here nine days before you showed up. But I had the same amount of knowledge and time as you. I just have a really good memory.”

“There’s still no way-”

“When you're enslaved, you don't exactly have time to look at things you're not supposed to be looking at.” That was all the answer Law needed to shut him up.

During that time, you realized you were really good at memorizing things. Mostly maps and key points. Your brain was able to filter out useless information and keep the important things and you became lightening fast at reading. You also couldn’t be caught looking at the things you did, so short bursts were all you had sometimes.

“You're incredible,” he mumbled, still staring at you and pulling you from your thoughts. You glanced at him before going back to the road.

“Keep saying things like that, you'll make me fall for you, doc,” you teased as you focused on the task at hand. You couldn’t let yourself think too much about his comment.

Law was quiet the rest of the race, gripping onto the handles of the car. He was not having a good time. “I swear to the ocean, if you throw up in here, I will not hesitate to kill you.”

That earned you a signature glare. 

You eventually made it to the front of the race. There were only a handful of people left and one person in front of you. The car in front of you slammed on its breaks. You gasped, swerving to the right side of them before speeding back up. They did too. “Look out!” 

You looked over, noticing spikes coming straight for the car. Next thing you knew, it pierced the car, one coming through the window. You leaned back just in time for it to go right in front of you. You felt it knick your cheek and the bridge of your nose and you hissed, but you could handle it. Another one came through but you steered the car further away, the spike slowly moving out and the other one not able to enter the car too far, but it was enough to pierce your side. You swore, but eventually unimpaled the car. Then you floored it, shooting past the car next to you and in the front.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Law asked, looking over your injuries. You nodded. “Just a couple of scratches, I’m fine.” You weren’t fucking losing this. You were going to win his crew back. The end was so close and you were going to win. Even if it killed you. He’d done so much for you and Luffy. You had to win. 

The wound on your side was starting to hurt a bit more. It seems to have cut into you more than you thought. “You’re turning pale.” Your eyes flickered to Law then back to the road.

“It’s okay. We can try again if-” His voice was soft. But no, that wasn’t an option. Not for you.

“Law, please. Just don’t say anything right now.” You needed to focus on the road.

You noticed something in your review. The car from earlier was gaining on you. You looked back to the road before you. “Well, this is as good of a time as any.” The end was so close and if you calculated it just right, this would ensure your win. 

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” You pressed a button on the dash and glanced at the review. The oil from your car began to spill everywhere. It was a one time use as it just opened your oil tank. And if your car was pushed too much without oil, it could easily burn up the engine, so you just needed to be able to make it to the finish line. 

You noticed the car that was gaining on you start to spin out and crash into another one. And also took note of where the oil stopped. You were now on fumes, but the finish line was within reach.

Then you passed it. You won. You let out a sigh of relief as you pulled the car to a stop. You felt light headed from all the adrenaline…or because of the bloodloss. You weren’t sure. 

“We won. We actually fucking won…” Amazement and disbelief was in Law’s voice and you felt the same way. You let out a breathless chuckle, nodding. “That we did.”

[catartac]

When i was younger and my brother still lived with us i would sometimes go to him asking for piano improvisations based on different themes i would give him. Often times this would be based on my OCs or scenes from my "story i will someday totally write but for now daydream about and monologue to my siblings". It was nice to sit back, eyes closed, imagining the action with my own background original soundtrack. He was pretty good at it too.

He was the first one to leave home as he went to uni, and he was the only one to never really come back to live with my parents at any point. He was never really the easiest to communicate with and being away didn't make things much smoother.

However, every year, on our birthdays, we will compose songs for us. He knows what we like, so he always crafts them based on our preferences. He knows I'm a sucker for a repeating melody, for violin and piano sounding sounds, he knows I dream of vocals and man he's come close. My sister is all about rhythm and a bit more electronic. One year we collaborated and I made a moving backdrop to his song for her (which also included audio from Kermit the frog in the background... it kinda worked ngl).

He's been working on a game for some time (you know, if being a talented mathemagician and musician wasn't enough) and even though we are definitely not the target audience (it's a rythm game and man i suck at anything that requires reflexes) he kept asking us for feedback every step of the way. He made it very clear that even though the game has a very high skill ceiling he wants to make sure "even mum can play it".

For context, my mum is first adorable and also she's an og gamer. As in, she got carpal tunnel from playing too much tetris when she was younger. Now she loves playing overcooked and animal crossing with us but she get a bit overwhelmed with more complex games (she's just like me frfr).

It came out today! I bought it (he did offer me a key but I kinda couldn't be bothered and also he was one of the first people to but from my Redbubble so i gotta do what i gotta do). I started playing it. Immediately changed my settings to four keys maximum because i was honest with myself. Actually, that's a lie, the first thing i did was change the colours because that's the kind of person i am. Started playing, really loved the first song, quickly realised another one was waaaay out my league, liked another one. Tell my bro, he says "oh you should also check out Bi Katuak, I think it's your birthday song" I check it out, love it but doesn't ring that much of a bell but now that I am on the second page i see it

La Danza del Fenix

Immediately i am transported back, i imagine Amanda, the character, riddled by anxiety and regret, that i then thought i related to the least but have since then came to realise portrayed very accurate parts of me, dancing surrounded by fire in a joyous way for the first time, the freedom, how her daughter will dance at a ball carefree and excited on what will be the real proof that war and tragedy is over

My brother only gives side hugs and half smiles

It's an easy song. With a lovely repeating melody that makes me want to dance around as I play it even if that makes me make mistakes. You're not penalised for mistakes, you can only see your records get higher. The songs never end unless you want them to, and yet they don't loop in any obvious way (something to do with the algorhythm he kept trying to explain but I kind of gave up understanding at some point.

This game may be for you if you like music, rhythm games, or just videogames in general. Though in a way I am sure it will never be for you in the way it was made for me.

It's called EnternAlgoRythm Give it a shot! There is pretty much nothing you can't customise in terms of gameplay and cosmetics and if there's anything you notice you can tell him and he'll do his very best to fix it or improve it. There are plenty of songs for any skill level (some i dare not even touch) and the songs are named in different languages based on the countries we have lived in/had influence from. My favourites are the aforementioned Danza del Fenix, Bi Katuak (defs also made for me, it's an easy cat themed song), Violet Voyage, and Ingranaggi Striscianti.

TLDR: im very emotional pls go play my brother's game

[perpetualexistence]

Sea Monster AU: "If you hate this so much, why is there a fire in your eyes?"

Putting a song here about becoming/being a cannibal feels about right for a duo killing people and treating them like animals to the slaughter.

Originally I was just going to call this part 'The Routine', but then the idea for an Alejandro quote struck me and I had to change it. There is no scene in this part, but if there were this quote would certainly be there.

It ended up being harder to write than I originally thought. I couldn't figure out why until I realized I was trying to force a singular scene that would serve as a face-heel turn. When I decided to scrap it and go by death by a thousand paper cuts, suddenly writing everything else flowed a lot smoother.

Who knew that was how editing worked? You learn something new ever day when it's your first time writing something long-form.

But yeah, herein lies the beginning of Noah's descent into darkness! It also includes Noah's backstory in this AU. You'll probably notice it's got some inspiration from Slippery Slopes. What can I say? I'm not immune to an angsty Noah past. I do hope it's different enough!

Content warnings: Slight mention of eating people. And of course, Alejandro being manipulative. But again, to be the norm for this AU. Also! This relationship gets toxic and codependent at times, and this is one of those times. This part shows one of the foundations for that.

I will say though, the next part does get lighter!

Enjoy!

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The problem with Noah's suggestion is that he isn't a really good actor. Alejandro's smart enough to recognize this might be a problem before he tries to trick the first ship, and asks Noah to demonstrate how he'd try to convince someone that he's helpless. It goes about as well as you'd expect.

Alejandro decides he needs to teach him acting somewhat otherwise this plan is dead in the water. There's risks in teaching him how to lie, but if he's the teacher then he can learn Noah's tells so he'll still be able to read him.

The lessons are going as okay as they can be until Noah starts recognizing a few of these techniques as things that Alejandro did during the first few days of their meeting. He can't help but ask "Oh, like how you did with me?" because his mouth runs faster than his brain sometimes. This makes Alejandro feel A Certain Way about his past actions, but he tampers that down and insists that it was true with Noah.

They blitz their way through this tension by avoiding pursuing the discussion. Eventually Alejandro feels that Noah's ready enough, and so they begin in earnest.

Alejandro and Noah develop a pretty decent routine of Noah scouting out ships for Alejandro to either eat or spare. Noah has a walkie talkie/ear piece that he's connected to a radio that sits on the ship Alejandro uses to push him. That way he can subtly announce code for 'leave this one alive' or 'take no survivors'. Noah also makes sure to break any lines of communication that Alejandro wouldn't be able to take out in time. This includes scrambling sonar that would detect something as large as Alejandro getting too close. Once Noah gives the signal to begin, he makes sure that he's above deck. Alejandro fakes eating Noah first to cover their tracks in case any of the survivors realize that Noah showed up on the ship suspiciously before a giant eel showed up.

Alejandro originally intended on making a lot more ‘mistakes’ with innocents because he assumed that Noah was probably using the vigilantism as an excuse to not let Alejandro eat any humans. But Noah’s very aware that Alejandro probably would pull some bullshit like that, so he only sparingly requests for survivors if someone was nice enough to him. Yet Alejandro’s enjoying the vigilante side of eating people who deserve it much more than he’d anticipated since he really only agreed to it to make Noah happy. He doesn't know why exactly, but he takes more pleasure than normal when he's able to kill someone who was rude or cruel to Noah. 

Meanwhile Noah's finding himself taking more and more pleasure in taking people down without realizing it. Noah finds himself on the receiving end of things such as being yelled at for being a stupid tourist by someone who's from out of town, to people trying to extort him for money to get back to land, he's starting to find it particularly hard to be as guilty as he was. This is partially due to him doomscrolling the worst things about humanity to help himself feel better about what he's doing. It's also partially due to the fact that for as messed up as it is, there's a part of him that enjoys the attention that Alejandro's giving him. Mind you, he hates being treated like a possession with no autonomy. But he does like being treated as someone precious who deserves the best. Plus he's not immune to Alejandro's charm and appearance. Made even worse by the fact that Alejandro being bigger means that he can see it in more detail.

An important thing in this AU, and the reason why Noah's slipping into a path of darkness, is that Noah in this AU starts off as Season 1 Noah. There's no Owen or Team E-scope to help him see the good in humanity. He's someone more passive in that he's easily influenced by those around him. And when that person is Alejandro? It doesn't do good things for one's moral compass.

It doesn't help that Alejandro's not only encouraging Noah viewing humanity as the worst, but he's rewarding it. Even though it's not part of their deal, Alejandro starts gifting Noah treasures from the ship after he wrecks them. He saves the prettiest for himself in an underwater cave where he keeps the spoils of his accomplishments. He just gives Noah the ones that are profitable for humans. Plus a few shinies. He wants his (precioso) hunting partner to look the part of someone successful. Noah's appearance is a reflection on both of them after all.

Noah knows this is a bribe to keep going. But he's also pretty desperate for money. His dad left when he was young and took most of his money with him, leaving his mom to raise nine kids all on her own. She and the eldest sibling took as many jobs as they could, but they still had to resort to a loan shark to stay afloat. The second and third eldest siblings became pseudo-parents to their younger siblings because the family certainly couldn't afford babysitters. Noah's mother hated resorting to this, but with little help from extended family there wasn't much choice if she wanted to keep the family together.

Noah actually ended up becoming a breadwinner in the family. Once upon a time little Noah had a poetry phase. He'd read it, and he loved to write it. He'd write out his feelings about the shitty family situation to cope. It was cathartic. Over time his love for writing it faded. Not out of anything negative. That poetry was there when he needed it most, but now it was just time for him to find something else. His interests in literature just changed. The thing was, one of his siblings found out about a writing competition with prize money and decided to submit one of his works without him knowing.

He won. It was a very decent chunk of money that helped the family that month. He knew the family needed it, so he started to throw himself into more writing competitions. He started to notice a pattern real quickly. His older, angstier poems were the ones that one prizes. The newer ones, his lighter ones, didn't. He only had a limited amount of the older poems he could submit before he'd have to make newer ones. But the family still needed money. So he forced himself into writing poetry (a medium he no longer cared for) about a time in his life he hated to discuss.

That combination created a gifted kid burnout who closed himself off to force himself into a state of misery that could be profited from. His mom and siblings would try to reach out to him because they could see that he was having a terrible time with this. But the bitterness he felt towards writing extended into bitterness towards his family for putting him into this situation. It's not fair. He knows it's fair. But emotions don't often go by what's fair.

By the time he met Alejandro, he no longer had to write. Most of his siblings had left the house, or had income of their own. They'd all chip in to help their mom with paying off the loan shark. Noah no longer has to be the breadwinner. But the damage was already done, and that bitterness had never been resolved. That bitterness made it hard to keep friends, because it seeped through even in places he didn't mean it to.

So when someone new enters his life that actually cares about him for himself? Who stays even when he's bitter? He'd be a fool not to do everything in his power to keep them. Even if it means he'll have to sacrifice others to do it. At least it isn't himself this time. And if he now has a means of taking power back from other people who have wronged him? He'll use it.

Alejandro doesn't know about any of this of course. Noah has told him a little, and that little is enough for Alejandro to make some assumptions. But not the whole story. As far as Alejandro knows or cares, all is going according to Alejandro's plan of molding Noah to be just as ruthless as he is so they can properly rule this lake together.

And then the power of friendship just had to come and throw a wrench into things.