#time kinda seems to fly by getting caught up in all the chaos

[donexmiras]

Bro my endo appointment is in less then a month and I'm losing my miiiind

[lovrre]

Agreement prt1

Art Donaldson x Fem black reader

Warnings: cursing, infidelity(kinda), slight smut (fingering) sub ish Art. Slight he loves her more trope, needy Art and probably some other stuff

Word count: 2k

Summary: Despite being engaged to one of the top and richest tennis players in the US, you feel unfulfilled. But everything changes when you transfer schools and meet Art Donaldson, who just can’t quit you.

Author note: GUYS GUYS, PLEASE DON’T KILL ME. MY WRITERS BLOCK HAS BEEN SO BAD YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDD, But I’m finishing all my requests and unfinished fics soon so stay tuned. 😚

Sitting on the bed in your brand new silk pajamas, you found yourself distracted, just like you had been the day before and the day before that. You played with The edge of the book you were attempting to read,mindlessly repeated the last sentence over and over in your head trying to retain anything. The loud television and the whirring of the ceiling fan only added to the chaos. Plus the freezing cold air conditioning of the hotel room made it impossible to concentrate.

In a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of focus, you clumsily reached for the remote, hoping to silence at least one of the distractions. your eyes falling on your fiancé who was sleeping peacefully, his dark hair all messy, in his crisp white t-shirt that matched perfectly to the expensive hotel sheets, he looked so sweet,so innocent. You thought if he slept more, maybe everything could work out

Mike slept while snuggled into your side. Like he often did when you two shared a bed, You had attempted to remove him several times but every time he ended right back at your side so you gave up, In any other scenario his action would seem romantic but they only made you feel worse than you were already feeling. In an effort to relieve some guilt you liked to reminded yourself your engagement was never out of love but business. But then again the line did blur in the beginning of your relationship. Before you left for Stanford, you and Mike got caught up in the act of pretending be in love.

After that you could never really tell real from fake with him, he didn’t like you talking to other men. He’d shower you with really expensives grift but then leave town and not answer your calls or text for days. But when no one was watching he’d try to hug and kiss you. The whole thing was confusing, You had known idea how he persived your relationship but you knew You Felt guilty, without all the technicallys, you knew that you still lied,

The people ate up the role you and Mike played. occasionally you’d have to leave campus and go out in public holding hands or sharing kisses in the rain. But it was all for show, at least on your end. Your Dad made sure to reminded you That, it was the love sick tennis player in love with his coaches daughter that sold tickets. kept the stands full of women hoping to catch the world win romances in action. Also Brought in a large number of his clientele. He promised It wouldn’t be forever unless you wanted to be. And Really how could you complain? 20 years old engaged to One of the wealthiest and most talented tennis players in the world and he wasn't bad looking either. Before all this, you weren't too keen on love anyway, so what were you really missing out on?

~~~

Ten months before

Patrick serves but Art's attention is elsewhere. The ball zooms past Art for the second time, prompting Patrick to turn around and finally see who's behind him. His gaze lands on you, playing tennis alone on a smaller court. The sun shining off your smooth, glistening skin, and your pink tennis dress gracefully flowing with each jump and run.

"Oh, I get it," Patrick chuckles, glancing back at Art. "She's hot. You should talk to her, maybe offer her a lesson. She could use it," Patrick suggests, looking back at you as you let another tennis ball from the machine fly past you . "I think I've seen her somewhere before," Patrick mutters, tapping his racket against his leg.

Still in a daze, Art jogged over to your court. "Oh, you're serious," Patrick murmured watching as he went over to you following closely behind him. "Hi," Art greets, slightly out of breath walking up to the net. "Hi?" you respond, slightly confused, giving him a small wave.

"Are you new here?"

"To the school or the court?" You ask

"Both."

"I'm new to both” you say a little breathless wiping sweat from your forehead.

“I just transferred," you explain.

"Where did you go before?"

"A small community college in Virginia."

"What about tennis?"

"You have a lot of questions," you laugh, tapping your tennis racket against your leg.

"Im just curious “Art jokes.

"I'm just doing this because my fiancé is a tennis player. I thought I'd try to learn," you reveal.

“Finance?” Art questions.

“Yep”

“ how old are you like 20?”

“ actually 19, I turn twenty in a couple months”

“And you're getting married?” Art asked clearly dumbfounded

“Yes” you laugh at his forwardness

", is he a pro or college?", Art asked, assuming the answer would be college.

“Pro," you replied, letting your curls fall freely from your hair tie. Art couldn't help but admire how beautiful you were,too young to be tied down

"Anyone we would know?" Art asks following you as you walk over to the bench with your tennis bag. "Hmm, maybe," you hum, sitting down to tie your shoe. "Mike Fitts."

"Your fiancé is Mike Fitts!" Patrick exclaims a little too loudly. "Mhmm," you confirm, starting to tie your other shoe. "If Mike Fitts is your fiancé, why are you here?"

"Are you referring to the court or the school?" you ask, looking up at both Art and Patrick.

"Both," Art and Patrick respond in unison.

You chuckled as you stuffed your tennis racket into your bag. "Well, whether I'm engaged or not, I always planned to graduate college. And Mike is too busy right now to teach me, so I'm trying to teach myself."

The two of them nod in understanding as you stand up. "It was really nice meeting both of you, but I have class," you announce, throwing your tennis bag over your shoulder. "By the way, it would be great if you guys could keep the whole fiancé thing on the down low. I'm trying to keep it as quiet as possible for now."

"Yeah, no problem," one of them replies.

"Of course," the other adds.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it," you say giving them a small smile before turning around to leave the court.

just as you're about to walk away, Art calls out after you, "Wait! You said you're trying to learn, right? we could coach you if you want” Patrick gives him a look and Art ignores it waiting for your response.

You pause, considering the offer.

”the both of you?” you asked gesturing between them. Art gives you a nod. at that moment The risk didn't seem too big so you said

. "Sure," with small shrug

"How about tomorrow at 12:30?" you suggest, checking the pink Bvlgari watch Mike got you.

"Perfect," Art responds with a shit eating smile

“Ok see you guys ” you laugh walking out the court

~~~~~~

“Yeah see” Patrick says reading a newspaper. “Olympic coach, Dylan yLn, Daughter engaged to Olympics gold medalist Mike fitts” Patrick reads next to a photo of you and Mike smiling as you showed off your huge

engagement ring. “She wasn’t bull shitting”

“Let me see” Art says grabbing the newspaper. “She didn't have on her engagement ring when we saw her...” Art trails off

“You can't be serious” Patrick laughs

“What?”

“She’s engaged Art, not to anyone either,” Patrick leaned in on the table so only he could hear. “she’s engaged Mike Fitts!”

“I didn't say anything,” Art defends

“ you don't have to” Patrick says stealing a fry off Arts plate plopping it in him mouth.

”I know you,”

~~~~~

After that day, everything seemed to blend together. Art and Patrick dedicated themselves to training you throughout the weekdays for three entire months until you got tired of it and decided on once a week. You told Mike you found a coach but never told him who. Since they were kinda the only people you knew in the entire school, the three of you grew close fast. You started going out to bars and parties together. you had your most memorable college moments with the two of them. And then, your birthday arrived. Patrick had left for some torment and it was just you and Art.

You two were just having so much fun that night. On thing led to another And before you realized it, the two of you were constantly having “fun together”. It didn't matter where - in the dorm, in the shower, or even on the floor. It was bad, but you two couldn't stop

Trying to clear your mind you Let out a sigh. you carefully remove Mike from your side sitting up to taking a sip of you're water on the nightstand. Trying to ignore the ache of your core. This is how you spent every night away from him, needy, uncomfortable. You heard a knock at the door which almost caused you to spill water on yourself. You Quickly put your drink down and run to answer it before the person could knock again careful to be quiet not to wake up Mike.

You swung the door open to find Art standing there, hair slightly damp, with huge smile on his face. "Are you out of your mind?" you whisper, stepping out of the room and shutting the door quietly behind you. You can't help but notice his thin athletic hoodie and gym shorts. Slightly wet clinging to his skin as if he just stepped out of the shower.

"It's past one ,"Art huffed out , his voice filled with urgency and desire as he leaned in for a kiss. his hand gently cradling the side of your face in the process.

When the realization of what was happening washed over you, you pulled away, but still stayed close enough to feel his breath against your skin. "Art," you breathed out, eyes darting down the hall to check if anyone saw. Your hand instinctively found its place on his strong chest, you savored the feeling and the look of your manicured nails there, not knowing when you be able to do it again.

"I like these," Art hummed, playing with the hem of your pajama shorts. He rolled the fabric between his fingers, his big hand gracing you thighs in the process. The little touch sent shivers down your spine. You somehow composed yourself pushing him away gently with your index finger, creating some distance between you two.

He looked at you with sad eyes like a rejected puppy. "Mike’s sleeping inside," you whisper, worried someone could hear. "What does that mean?"

There was a long pause as you carefully choose your next words. Art stared at you intently, trying to decipher your expression. "You slept with him?” Art asks, as if he already knew the answer.

"No, I didn't sleep with him!” You whisper yelled, “He just showered and fell asleep," you explained,

"What's bothering you then?"

"I feel guilty."

"You didn't feel guilty at Stanford."

"Mike wasn't at Stanford."

“You care about Mike's feelings now ?" Art's asks furrows his brow, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and hurt.

" I don’t know… he’s been nicer lately and were supposed to be married in three days”

“You’re actually thinking about going through with it?” Art asked the hurt now evident in his voice.

“There’s nothing I can do now, I signed contracts, this isn’t just about us anymore I’ve told you this”

“What about the private investors?”

"That's just a 'what if,' a perfect 'what if,' but we don't even know if he's seeing someone."

“ If I win tomorrow?”

“Art If you win are lose tomorrow it doesn’t change anything, my Dad expects me at the alter on Sunday regardless, nothings gonna change that”

“But you don’t love him ”

“ I could” your words come out more a question, maybe a hope. “I loved you?”

“You love me” Art corrects

"There's too much at stake now, Art. This is my father's career. We don't come from money, this is all he has."

“You honestly believe this will ruin his career?”

“It could” you reply with a small shrug your voice cracking slightly.

“It won’t” Art response

“You don’t know that”

“ Don’t do this ” Art whispered closing the small space between you. He sounded so tortured, like he was pleading with you.

you hadn't realize it but tears welled in your eyes Threatening to spill any moment. When You blinked an a tear fell down your cheek. Art tenderly brushed it away with his thumb. The stress of the last two weeks had finally caught up to you. “it wasn’t supposed to be this hard” you murmured, your voice barely audible, tears streaming down your face as Art wiped them away.

“Do you love me?” his questions sounded genuine but you knew, he already knew the answer. ”more than i’d like to” you joke, using the back of your hand to dry your eyes.

“Then let me make you feel better,” Art whispered leaning down so he was directly above your ear.

“You’re right about what you said earlier, Mike wasn’t there at Stanford”. He paused for a second moving a piece of your hair out the way, “I was,” he hummed brushing his face against yours “just me and you” he whispered leaving a trail of kisses on the outside of your earlobe down your neck. Causing Your breath catch in your throat .“We had fun right?” Art question, his voice deep and breathy causing you to instinctively press your legs together as you leaned back against the door. “Art” you mumble trying to shake the sexual haze that was swirling inside you.

“I missed you” he whispered his free hand slinking up the side of you short griping your thigh, hiking your leg up slightly. “So bad…All day”

“we can't” you manage to breathe out unconvisingly.

“I’ll beg,”

“Art” you warned

“I’ll do anything baby” he mumbles leaving slowly kisses on your neck. “Anything you want me to” he says kissing under your chin. “ I need you” he hums kissing down your neck, ”don’t you need me?” Art asked kissing below your ear. You don't respond giving small nodd biting the inside of your lip. “Can I hear it?” Art asked, the way his voice sounded so desperate, Damn near whiney had you looking for friction. ”I need you so fucking bad” you basically moan pushing your body against his.

“I love you so much you don't understand” Art said smiling against you cheek. sliding his free hand down the front of your shorts. He rubs his fingers through your folds collecting your wetness on his fingers. You throw your head back with a quiet moan, quickly biting your lip to silence yourself. “Fuck your so wet” Art groans before pulling his hand from your shorts, sucking his fingers clean like it was second nature. You clenched around nothing at the sight.

“I missed that taste” he groans returning his hand to your heat. “Can I make you cum right here” Art huffed out peeping down the hall.

"Yea,” you breathed out, nodding your head feverishly. He could have asked you to drive to the moon in that moment, and you would have said yes. Art slowly pushed two fingers inside of you creating a medium pace before bringing his thumb to rub your clit, you moan lifting your hips to meet his fingers. “Fuck I could eat you out right here” Art groaned watching you Practically fuck yourself on his fingers. “Promise me you won't ever let him see you like this” Art goans leaving kisses on your collar done. “this is mine”

”You can bearly hear a word he's saying the feeling of his thumb on your clit and finger damn near touching you cervix was too much to bear. “I’m gonna cum” you moaned out grabbing Arts shoulder hard in an effort to ground yourself. “I can feel it,” Art breathed pressing his forehead against yours. He presses down harder on your clit causing you to buck into his fingers, letting out a loud moan You cum. his movement don't falter, he continues to pump them in and out while still rubbing your clit until he feels like you've finally had enough.

he removes his fingers from your pussy returning them to his mouth. “I’ll never get tired of that” Art laughs leaning in for a kiss, you return it, taste yourself on his lips. He gently places you leg back on the floor and you stumbled slightly grading his shoulder for balance. He instantly goes to your waist holding you steady. “You ok?” Art ask slight consern on his face. You don't respond afraid of what your voice would sound like after an orgasm like that.

You nod with a smile and Art led you to the hotel room directly next to yours, pulling out a key card from his pocket with a grin.

“You didn't,” you exclaimed as he opened the door.

“I did,” he replied, motioning for you to enter.

“How did you even know our room number?” you ask, stepping inside.

“I have my ways,” he answered, closing the door behind you.

“How did you afford this?” you asked, looking around.

“Are you going to keep ask questioning or are you going to take of your clothes” Art laughs , watching as you sit on the bed.

“You first,” you countered, settling back .

“Yes ma’am,” Art chuckled, starting to undress.

~~~~

Morning arrives and you found yourself back in your original room. Mike was in the bathroom getting ready while you fix your dress in the mirror of the bedroom. As you adjust the straps, you notice a hickey you hadn't seen before, one you forgot to cover up after coming back last night. You laid your hair over it and walk towards the bathroom to retrieve your makeup bag, slightly tripping as your sore legs gave out on you. "You good?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, I think I'm just sore from tennis practice," you say, reaching past him to get your makeup bag.

"You know no one expects you to play," Mike laughs while drying his hair with a towel. "I'm not doing it for anyone, I want to learn," your words come out more offended than you intended. "I just mean you could spend your time doing something else."

"Like what?" You respond plainly, walking out of the bathroom back to the mirror. "Like calling your dad and asking him what time he'll be here," Mike says from the now open bathroom. "Is your phone not working?" You asked rhetorically, pulling out your concealer . "I don't want to fight today, okay," Mike Replies sternly, looking at you through the reflection of the mirror. "This is a big match," he mumbles while running his toothbrush under the water.

"I thought you said it was going to be 'nothing,'" you chuckle dryly, applying the concealer as his face was turned. "It is, but from what your Dad's been saying, he's been getting good. So I'd like to be on my A-game and not have you trying to start shit."

"Whatever you want honey" you respond, quietly laughing in disbelief. He had resorted right back to his old ways,How could you ever agree to marry someone like him, someone so vastly different from the man you spent the night with.

~~~~

soon as you and Mike were finished getting ready, your father called you to come downstairs to join him for breakfast. You and Mike both stood in line, slightly overdressed, picking out your favorite breakfast items. Mike only getting French toast, disregarding his strict diet. Suddenly, you heard a familiar laughter and turned around to see Art chatting with your father near the entrance. Your heart sank as your father motioned for you both to come over. After dropping off your plates, you and Mike walked towards them, feeling Mike's hand slip around your waist.

"I'd like you to meet someone," your father announced with a smile, putting his arm around Art's shoulder. "This is Art Donaldson," he introduced, "the man I'm competing against today." Mike stated extending his hand for a handshake, and Art reciprocated. Your stomach churned at the sight. "This is Mike, you know him, he's also my daughter's fiancé." Your father says with a smile.

"Stressful, huh?" Art jokes. "Oh, you have no idea," your Dad replies, laughing. "You're both at the same college, right? Stanford?" your Dad asked, nodding towards you. “maybe you could try your luck at training her because I just can't get through," your dad jokes. Art's eyes rake over you, as if looking at you for the first time. "It be my pleasure" Art smiles, looking directly at you. You to discreetly warn him with your eyes but You notice Mike's grip on your waist tighten, clearly not pleased. "Actually, I've been training y/n already, she's improving every day," Mike says, planting a quick kiss on your head.

"Really?" Art inquires, trying to keep up the act to the best of his abilities. "Monday through Friday," Mike replies with a smug grin. “How do you manage with your Busy schedule?” Art asks tilting his head to the side slightly in the process.

“You find time for the people you love,” Mike says with a fake smile. You had to physically hold back your laugh. But you played it off as wiping your face. He had taken a line straight from media training. Silence filled the air as the two have a silent conversation with their eyes.

“Well I wanted to introduce all of you, as I will officially be coaching Art starting next fall,"

Your Dad says in an attempt to break the tension. But it only makes it worse, Somehow Mike's grip on you tightened even more, now you were concerned he’d leave a bruise . "When did you make this decision?" Mike asked, his face showing no emotion but you could tell he was angry. "two weeks ago, and I've been waiting for the right moment to properly introduce you two. I know the timing is awkward with the match, but it's better to do it now than later."

Mike doesn’t say anything giving an expressionless nod. There was another awkward pause before you decided to speak up. "It was nice meeting you…Art?" you trail off , purposely sounding unsure. He nodded with a knowing smile. "But our food is getting cold," you joked, trying to escape the suffocating tension. "I wouldn't want to keep the couple from their food," Art said, while a smiling again only looking directly at you. You wanted to scream, he was being so obvious and the way Mike was already acting, you knew you wouldn’t hear the end of it. "You two eat, I have to go handle some things, I won’t be long" your father said, gesturing for you and Mike to sit at the table before walking off with Art.

Once the two of you sit back at the table you feel caught. "I don't want you near that guy," Mike says, taking a sip of his coffee. You roll your eyes and stab at your scrambled eggs. “He was basically eye fucking you the whole time, and it doesn’t help that your dress is so tight”

“I think you forget sometimes this isn’t real,” you reply, taking a bite.

"Lower your voice," Mike warns, glancing around to see if anyone heard.

"You didn't care about it being real when you accepted the gifts," he scoffs, "or in Virginia."

"It was once, Mike. And every day, you make me regret it."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. You don't get to control me just because you buy me shit. Anyone can buy me shit."

“I told you i’m not doing this with you today” Mike laughs dryly standing up from the table. "I'll see you later, okay babe?" he says a bit louder, forcing a fake smile as he plants a kiss on your head before walking away. You try your best not to flinch when he touches you. Once he's gone, your phone buzzes, and you glance down to see an unsaved number. It's a text from Art.

“meet me at the restaurant next door in 20, alone.”

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DAY ELEVEN SPECIAL - WOOSAN X ALIEN AU

【Synopsis】 : Travelling in deep space, you and your crew must deliver and pick up cargo to a jump station. Woosan is to accompany you on this mission. San being the muscle and Woo as the navigator and scientists...problem? You got lost.

『Word count』 :  3.56k

-> Genre: Suggestive. Fluff. Lil angsty. 18+

Pairing: Alien!Woosan x Human!Reader

[Warnings] : Blood. Wounds. Getting injured. Crashing. Angst and loneliness. Fighting. Yelling. Name calling. Tender moment. Kissing. Making out. Hickies. Blood play-ish. Pet names. Kinda getting caught.

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The SS Blackheart glided through the endless expanse of space. The bulky vessel was made with advanced technology from the Theslian junction in the Redshift seven galaxy. The ship could be manned by a max of eight or as little as three people, being a perfect ship for cargo and transportation.

You were the ship's captain, a seasoned pilot, trained in the best academy in all eight galaxies. You were strategic and fierce with your flying, ranking top in your class. Your higher-ups assigned you to deliver special plants to a high-tech lab in the Cassophrea galaxy. Gazing out into the sea of stars from the comfort of your command chair, you revelled in the solitude you had in the cockpit. Alone, unbothered. Just you and the cosmos. It was supposed to be a straightforward journey, just a pickup and drop off. But fate had other plans.

As the ship passed the boundary of a dense asteroid field a sudden gravitational burst rolled blackheart and a loud crash came following. So much for you and the cosmos. The alarm bells sirened and you screamed out a loud, “Now, What?!” standing up from your seat. You pull on the large metal handle in front of you before you pull a holographic screen with schematics of the hull of the ship. “Divert all extra power to the shields! Cut off from the west and east wings.”

A staggering jolt caused you to lose balance for a moment as you prepared for the ship to tumble through any of the rogue asteroids. Times like this you were thankful for the gravity lock in the cockpit as the ship spun wildly, you were lucky not to feel too much of the sporadic movements. A ring ran through your station as you noticed a red dot on the screen heading straight towards you at almost light speed but before you could do anything to stop it, darkness enveloped the entire ship.

When you finally came to, you found yourself in the med-bay, your head pounding and your ears ringing. You felt like a freight train had hit you square in the face. There was a faint smell of burning rubber and crackling wires and circuitries filling the air and a foggy voice calling for you. “Captain…Captain!” The voice was shaky, filled with worry. It was your scientist and navigator Jung Wooyoung, his thick pitch black hair was slicked back with his glasses high on his nose. You could see his bright purple eyes were a sparkling contrast to his pale green skin as they widened with a mix of concern and relief. 

“W-Wooyo?” You croaked, holding your head while you struggled to sit up. “What happened?”

“We hit something, ma’am,” San spoke quickly as he came tumbling into the room. He was quickly glancing around as if to confirm the chaos outside had tried to come in. "We hit a circumstellar belt. It seems we might have gotten lost while the ship was on auto."

With the ship systems down, there was no navigation. The worried look in Sans pitch black starry night eyes made you deathly aware that you were now adrift in some uncharted sector of space. You had to gulp at the dangerous possibilities in front of you. You watched the engineer, Choi San, open a main frame panel with a calm demeanour. His soothing presence in the midst of uncertainty was giving you a mixture of hope and pending doom. But there was no time to show fear, no.

You took charge, your natural leadership role creeping its way to your forefront. "Get the emergency systems up and running. We need to communicate with mission control. We'll be okay on o2 with the backup filters. But we need to get a distress call out as soon as possible."

Both men were on it before you could finish your sentence. They were just as determined as you to fix the issues at hand. But once San had the backup generators going and Wooyoung had successfully gotten a call out. Your next step was to wait and who knew how long that might take. 

The first few days were rough, San was the one mostly running around trying to repair any damage that was left from the attack of space rocks. Wooyoung spent them in his lab, working on the mission logs and paperwork. And you, well given your leg, was still healing it seemed like you never left your bed. Days then moved to a week, and isolation started to become a worry.

The Blackheart drifted further away from known star maps. You had a distress beacon running but the downside was you could only have it on for a few minutes every day to conserve power. You had moved to your captain's chair soon after day five, having grown restless of the four walls of your bedroom. It seemed like the only companions at times were the stars and the growing tension between you and the two aliens.

You have always known them to be attractive in their own ways. You had noticed Wooyoung had such soft delicate details of stripes on his pale skin. The mixture of different shades of greens left you amazed. Not to mention the contrast to his jet-black hair and deep purple eyes. Eyes that always showed kindness and curiosity.

And then there was San. His dark eyes made you think you were looking at a vast galaxy in his gaze. His dark crimson skin was also covered in oil or dirt from whatever he had been working on that day. He was a hard worker, and passionate in everything he did. The long nights and endless days you three had spent together over the week and a half may have been rough at first, but it soon became a sea of laughter that filled the endless silence of space. 

You would have never admitted it before this endeavour, but you had always been drawn to your little crew finding a sense of passion lurking beneath professionalism. Wooyoung's humour and San's creativity added bright spots to the darkness of the predicament you were in. They shared stories, the warmth of their camaraderie blossoming into something deeper and more complex. It frightened you slightly, curious if they had felt this feeling prior like you did or if was it because of forced proximity that they had sparked the new feelings.

One night, after a particularly challenging day of repairs, Wooyoung suggested settling in the ship's observation deck for the evening. Dining among the stars, as he put it. San was thrilled with the idea, even though he did try to keep his tough guy act, Wooyoung, and you brought the softness out of him. Stars twinkled like distant dreams, and you felt a pang of longing mixed with something undeniable. Something that had grown beautifully when around them.

“It’s beautiful out here,” San said, his voice soft. “It makes you realise how small we really are.” 

Wooyoung nodded in agreement before walking over to the table, getting it ready for dinner. You, however, couldn't help but sigh thickly through your nose. Your eyes were wide, gazing at the clusters around you in the endless black. You all were really so small.

San could see your expression change, so he nudged you playfully with a bright smile. "Hey, it also just shows how lucky we are to be lost together." 

You chuckled lightly, but something about San's words seemed to resonate with you. You watched out of the corner of your eye as San walked over to Wooyoung, helping him set the table. You gazed between both of them with admiration and concern, your arms wrapping around your middle, hugging yourself. Wooyoung looked over at you with a tilt in his head, noticing your change in mood. So, like Wooyoung fashion, he clapped his hands together with a proud smile. "Who is ready for dinner!"

You walked over to the table, eyeing all the food. It was only when Wooyoung put a gentle hand on your back comfortingly that you got out of your own thoughts, "We'll find our way back. Someone will come." He said, trying to instil any kind of hope, but the air was thick with a mixture of worry and unspoken feelings. 

More time passed, and more sleepless nights led to a sudden shift in the dynamic from simple friends to something more intimate. There were lingering glances, soft touches, and moments of vulnerability shared beneath the glow of distant stars. It wasn’t long before you found yourself caught in a whirlwind of emotions. You had fallen for both aliens, and you couldn't stop your heart from aching at the thought of choosing. Even if one of them had feelings that similarly matched yours, how would either react to you having feelings for the other?

And one evening, during a really heated discussion, tension peaked in the cockpit. “You can't just come in here and touch the panel you know what!” You yell over San who had been chewing your ass off about the repairs and now he thought it was a good idea to mess with the captain's controls.

“You were busy and I only touched it for a second i don't understand why you’re getting so mad.” San scoffed passing around the room.

“You don..ha... You can’t just… you’re lucky I had the control on auto otherwise you would have sent the ship into a lockdown!! The controls are connected to my print. Me. Not you. If the ship noticed the different DNA we would be dead by now but you were being too thick-headed to see that!!!” You didn’t mean to call him thickheaded but it slipped out in the heat of anger.

San’s heart was already racing from being around you and now doing something stupid had caused you to become mad at him. He didn't like when you were mad. “Yn, just…” He pinched his nose with his clawed fingers.

“Just what huh? What?” Now you were looking for a fight, closing the gap between both of you. You were significantly smaller than him, given you were only a mere human and typically your kind would fear such a creature like San but you didn’t. You could never fear him. “Answer me you lug!!” You shoved him.

You were no longer mad at him for touching the panel, in fact, you weren't that mad with him to begin with. But being around these two for so long while slowly losing all hope that anyone would ever come save you, all the tension started to get too much. Too much to the point, you could no longer breathe. So you shove him again and tears start to prick on the corners of your eyes. You shove him again and you feel your body begin to vibrate. You shove him again and again…and… “S-san…” your forehead landed on his chest as you sobbed in his arms... You gave up.

“Shhh… it’s okay...I'm sorry. I'm just...” he stroked your hair gently, holding you tight. There was a lump in his throat while watching your outburst making him now fully aware of what was actually wrong. You nuzzled into him, a sting of guilt on your tongue. He was warm, comforting. Your heart couldn't help but swoon and break one in the same.

“I’m in love with you.” You whispered, frozen with fear. It was out in the open now. San’s hand stopped its strokes as he looked down at your form completely dumbfounded from what you had said. You love him? You? The most bravest and fearless captain was in love with someone like him…

“You love me…” He said unsure. Neither of you wanted to move first, instead, you nuzzled further into him staining his shirt with your tears.

“Yes… both of you. I tried hiding it. But after getting lost, it’s become too hard to keep…” Words began to spill out of you, like vomit. You hated how San could make you feel like you could say anything. “I’m sorry.”

San almost wanted to laugh at this scenario. Of course, you love both of them. He and Wooyoung were so busy pining that they didn't even realise you could reciprocate the same feelings. He chuckled, hugging you tighter before picking you up to swing you around. "San!!"

You screamed as his laughter got louder. You held onto the large alien for dear life, confusion riddling you. "San! Why are we spinnnninnggg!!!!"

He finally stopped tugging you by your shoulders to stare at him. "It's because I’m so in love with you too. We both are. Oh my god, we have to tell Wooyoung." 

"Wait...wa..San!!" You yelped as San picked you up, helping you wrap his arms around you. He finger tucked your hair out of your face with a gentle smile staring at you with complete devotion. 

"I'm so in love with you." He repeated, making you blush. Who knew this cold, brooding alien had such a soft interior. 

"I...I love you too." You felt another tear fall down your most likely dishevelled face. Slowly, San leaned in closer, his face inches from yours.

"Say that again...please," he whispered.

"I love you." Your breath tickled his face, his mouth parting as he felt his lips brush against yours.

"Again." 

Your eyes flutter closed, "I love you, San." His mouth found yours, locking tightly as he held your body closer. His legs started to move until he found one of the desks that sat in the middle of the cockpit, brushing anything that was on top of it so he could place you on it. His long, serpent-like tongue brushes against your bottom lip, making you shiver before pulling away with a moan, "W-what about Wooyoung."

"What about me, hmm." Both you and San's heads snap to the door, seeing a smiley green alien with his arms crossed over his chest. He couldn't help but chuckle pointing to the camera above him, "I saw everything just by the way."

Your face heated up, feeling embarrassment paint you red. Of course, he saw your little meltdown. You whined, hiding in San's chest again. This caused both aliens to laugh lightly. "Hey, It's okay, darling."

"Still..." You pouted as San pulled your face up by your chin. His smile was loving as he gently pushed your shoulder until you leaned back to feel Wooyoung's large chest behind you. You suddenly became very aware that you were sandwiched between two large aliens on a desk.

"Do I get an I love you Dollface?" Wooyoung's growl next to your ear made you jump slightly, slamming your hands on the sleek white table, looking up to see his smug face. Your wide doe-like eyes made Wooyoung's cock twitch against your back, making you bite your lip. 

"I love you, Wooyoung." 

His groan was music to your ears, his hands coming down to hold your waist, tugging you closer to him, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. "Such a perfect captain."

"Hey, don't hog." San pouted, grabbing your legs to spread them wider so he could lean over the table, caging your smaller body.

"Hog? Says the one that was about to fuck her without me." Wooyoung scoffed, nipping at your skin. You just laid there and moaned, letting them have control. It was odd in a way that you've never given up control in any situation before, but yet with these two, it was like they naturally brought this side out of you. They kept bickering, their hands wondering your figure as they did so. San’s hands found their way to your upper thigh, squeezing the soft flesh gently while Wooyoung’s started to play with the buttons of your captain's shirt, tugging each one open without needing to look. It was only when a small gasp left your lips that both aliens seemed to snap their gazes back on you rather than one another. “Oh, I'm so sorry darling..”

San retracts his claws from your plump skin, seeing little beads of blood trickle from the tiny wounds. He did not mean for his arousal to go unnoticed to himself, he felt terrible. But you on the other hand couldn’t help but shiver, gaining pleasure in the little sting. “It’s okay…M-my thighs are just really sensitive.” 

Your pants drew a smile from Wooyoung as he kissed along your neck, “Sensitive huh? I wonder what other body parts of yours are that sensitive.” Woooung cupped your breasts through your half-opened shirt, squeezing tightly while his slender fingers rubbed over your clothed nipples. Your head fell back into his pelvis, moaning at the sensation. It was like your body was on fire, and both of them were only fueling it. “You sound so pretty dollface.”

San fell to his knees without your notice, his face inches from where he had hurt you. His long tongue snaked out of his mouth before lapping up the blood, cleaning the wound in the process. The feeling sent shivers down your spine as your hand immediately flew to his hair, tugging hard on his soft locks. “Fuck…San.”

San chuckled, inching closer to your covered pussy. Licking, biting and kissing any skin you could, leaving a trail of bright purple marks in his wake. Wooyoung got to work, pulling your shirt off your shoulders, letting the fabric bunch around your waist. His fingers found the straps to your bra, effortlessly cutting them with his sharp claws. He watched in awe as your tits spring free, watching them bounce while your nipples harden to the cold air. He wasted no time, pushing you firmly against the desk, making you lie down fully so he could lean over to latch his mouth to your plump tits. You felt Sans's nose brush against your folds as he took a deep inhale growling at the scent. “You smell so delicious, baby. I could eat you right up.”

Any normal human would find his remark terrifying but your body shook as you bucked your hips pleadingly, almost begging him to keep that promise. But before he could rip your pants to shreds a loud alarm sounded, causing you all to jump. “What the fuck?!” Wooyoung cried, covering his pointed ears.

You sat up, adjusting your shirt while throwing your tatted bra to the side. San helped you off the desk so you could waddle to the captain's chair. Looking at the screens you noticed a large red dot just two clicks on the right to the vessel. It was the motion sensor going off for another ship. A rescue and retrieval ship to be exact. “They found us…”

“They found us?!” San grabbed the screen, turning it to his direction while you gazed through the thick glass watching the ship fly in front of you. And a ring showed up on the empty motor to your right, distracting you. You clicked a few buttons before a caller screen showed. You could see your other two crew mates that were assigned to a different sector. Mingi and Yeosang. Their smiles were bright, filled with nothing but relief.

“They have such perfect timing.” Wooyoung sighed, adjusting his pants before leaning over the top of your chair. “You could have waited thirty more minutes?”

“Oh I'm sorry, do you not need your asses rescued?” Yeosang scoffed through the screen with an eye roll.

“NO! Yes, we do. Don't listen to him, he's uh…” You feel yourself redden at the memory of what was happening not only two minutes ago. San laughed while taking the holo-screen, letting him see his friends. 

“He’s upset ‘cause he's horny, doesn't mind him. Park on the left west wing. The other ports have been put outta commission due to the damage.” San nodded as Mingi gave him a roger that before hanging up. Yeosang couldn’t help but laugh.

“So…” You gulped, the silence feeling way too loud.

“So what is my love?” San helped you stand giving you a forehead kiss. You felt Wooyoung grab your hips lovingly, standing behind you.

“What now?” You gaze at both of them, worry filling you that they had only done all this and confessed love because you had no more hope. But now that hope has arrived, where did that leave you? Wooyoung gently grabbed your chin, tilting your head upwards to face him;

“Now, we get the fuck out of here. Get home, do those ungodly awful reports and then.” He inched closer, whispering, “Then we go home so San and I can fuck your brains out.”

“Way to sound romantic, Woo.” San scoffed a laugh but before you could say anything Wooyoung sealed his lips against you, swallowing a little gasp as he held you tight. You relished in the feeling just for a moment, knowing it was time to leave your little bubble and no matter where you all end up and what adventures life would bring. You had each other now and nothing else mattered.

not even for a moment, being rescued.

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[apocalypsecraftstudios]

| What if WALL-E, EVE and AUTO ever met Nimona? I will make a good point here:

▪︎ Nimona is born to cause lots of trouble, chaos and she is the embodiment of stubbornness itself. She does own magical shapeshifting powers and magically can change her shape to her own will and also teleport. She has retractable big wings in her back. And she seems to be pretty friendly at first sight. Nimona is very strong and agile and seems to have high speeds when she flies.

Nimona basically being Nimona lol.

▪︎ If Nimona ever met WALL-E, EVE & AUTO from the movie itself I could say Nimona's reaction would be between surprise and admiration since in her world high-tech machinary does exist. She would try to communicate with the robots speaking in her normal language (English) and then testing with other languages. It is known EVE can speak other languages and we could assume AUTO does too.

Nimona could be silly towards WALL-E since he's also silly. Both of them having fun and being happy together as friends. EVE would keep Nimona away from WALL-E because she is kinda trigger-happy and straightfoward and also has some kind of trust issues with foreigners/strangers from other universes. But this could change with time once Nimona shows no signs of hurting anyone. EVE and Nimona could be good friends and could enjoy some friendly flying contests to see who is faster in the skies.

In the other hand, Nimona would get super curious about AUTO's appearence and functions as the autopilot of the Axiom. But before this, let's see how Nimona could react to a huge Kaiju-looking ship:

- Nimona would be more than surprised and amazed. She would literally explore the whole ship to meet new friends and probably look for more sentient robots and become them her friends. Nimona would also try to cause some chaotic episodes provoking the Stewards to stop her. But thanks to her magical powers, she could shapeshift into one of them and prevent herself from getting caught up. Too smart of her. Isn't it?

Returning to the topic, AUTO's reaction to Nimona's appearence and magical powers would be quite rare and pretty uncomfortable for him since science cannot create something called magic. In the world of WALL-E, it is shown up that magic does not exist at all and only sentient robots can exist without problems. Sentient robots aren't magical. And Nimona knows that. BnL must have had to be too smart to create those sentient electronic beings.

Anyways, Nimona would try to talk to him and show him that magic does exist through her only proof: herself. But what would happen if she ever knew AUTO's backstory with WALL-E? I will leave it to you! :3

[caramel1mochi]

ぐちゃ ! (Splat!) [Yoru x F! Reader]

Heya everyone!

This is it, the winner of the vote! I totally didn't spend a few days trying to get the title right. Japanese people, don't come for me!

I kinda wish the Chamber one won (try saying that out loud) because I have so many good ideas for my KING but maybe after this one's done we'll get to him!! I don't blame people for voting for Yoru, though, he's so much more lenient and... just doesn't care, haha.

Anyway, this might be slow at first, what with how avoidant Yoru is, but I promise it gets good. Hope it's a good read!

❤ฺ·。

Yoru x F! Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Hapless doesn't even begin to describe you. With your life flipped upside down within the span of a day; you're left to rely on your best friend Tala to help you pick up the pieces and build the new one forced upon you. And this 'luck' seems to have caught the attention of one of her friends.

。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

To say you were unlucky would be a grand understatement. To also say this day had an awful start would be stupid, because that implied that your days usually had a good start. And if you were to list off all the things that went wrong, you’d be here for hours. Which is exactly what you and Tala did once your schedules for once aligned, and you met up at a cafe after so long.

Yep, that’s right. You spent hours explaining to her everything that went wrong this week. And with permission, she had a grand time laughing at some of the mishaps that made it look like you were cursed by the gods or something.

Tala caught her breath and lifted her head to meet your gaze, holding back tears.

“Wait, wait– let me get this straight, even with three warnings, your boss didn’t fire you?!”

“No joke, I’m as stumped as you.”

“And you’re also infamous for your misfortune with them! Didn’t you get this job just last week?”

You crossed your arms, smiling.

“I am now!”

“Okay, wait, hear me out– what if you’re really just cursed? Like, maybe you rejected some guy and he paid a witch to cast a spell on you.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah? And Manuel said it’s because I didn’t ask my grandma for a blessing before I left, or I don’t pray hard enough.”

As you spoke, you grabbed your bag and placed it on the table, digging through it to find something.

“And this one time, his girlfriend gave me this to help me with my luck.”

You slammed a block of wood on the table, a splinter flying across the surface. And just the sight of it made Tala burst out in laughter again, quickly wiping away the tears that narrowly escaped. In fact, her previously dazzling pigtails had gotten more and more dishevelled throughout this conversation the more she laughed and struggled to keep herself together. Even people were starting to look.

“I’m scared to open the gift he gave me today. He said it’s supposed to ward off bad spirits–”

“There’s more?!”

You nodded, taking out a small black box and setting it in front of you on the table. This immediately drew her attention away from the wood. In fact, it concerned her.

“Wait, this looks like a… hold on, he wasn’t proposing, was he?”

“He has a girlfriend!”

She giggled, before stretching out the palm of her hand expectantly.

“Hand me that thing, I wanna see.”

“No! What if it’s a prank?”

“And? What’s the worst that could happen, confetti ruins your hair? Very scary.”

She pointed at your messy bob, not as well-kempt as her own hair. And not messy in a flattering way, it looked scruffy. The chaos that followed you ruined your day and your looks, so, at this point, why even bother?

“What if it’s something dangerous? Like, a snake or a spider, and it bites us?”

“Fine, okay, let’s go somewhere where we can open up the box safely. If it’s a frog, it’ll jump out, right?”

You stared at her for a second, then the present once more. The plan didn’t sound as bad. You’d have to open the thing eventually, right? Might as well do it right next to your friend, now.

Then, she grabbed the slab of wood and knocked twice, brows furrowed with a smile. This comforted you, in a way.

“Alright! Somewhere safe… I can do that.”

“Good, let’s go, I don’t have all day!”

She grabbed her drink, then you by the wrist and pulled you out before you could gather all your things. And of course, you left the slab of wood on the table by accident.

❤ฺ·。

You knew what she meant by that final comment. Out of all of your inconveniences, the worst thing that happened was Tala’s sudden disappearance. For months, all contact was lost, and nobody knew where she was. Even when she came back, she’d return for a few hours before disappearing again. Her answer? ‘Work’. 

But your mind instinctively focused on something much worse.

“Ow, ease up! My arm!”

She giggled awkwardly, quickly letting go. 

“Sorry, I’m used to being rough, you know?”

“You don’t say.”

A red rim formed around your wrist where she held you, and you rubbed it in annoyance. A little more pressure, and she could’ve easily broken your hand. Nevertheless, you continued down the path you both walked down on, your destination being a forest. Or, if you were lucky, some park right around the corner.

“You were so scrawny before you disappeared, Tala. Are you gonna tell me what this ‘job’ is, yet?”

“I don’t want to get in trouble if I do tell you.”

You raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t meet her gaze since she walked faster than you did. But somehow, she felt your concern rising, turning to look at you with an awkward expression. Maybe she should go back to practising how to keep secrets.

“Okay! Hear me out. You’re luckless, yeah? What if your luckless-ness… passes on to me, or whatever, then you discover what my job is by accident.”

That’s also mostly why people avoided associating with you, too, but that’s by the by. With an eye roll, you walked past her up the concrete stairs, making your way down the less dilapidated pathway. She quickly ran up behind you, somehow catching up to you within the blink of an eye. At first, you thought it was unnatural, but you got used to her speed.

“Come on, you can’t tell me the plan isn’t solid!”

“Solid like jelly, Tala. Let’s get this over with, I’m throwing the box away.”

“Lighten up, Y/N. Who knows, maybe this will turn your luck around?”

You slipped the box out of your bag again, walking up a small hill in a park you both entered a while ago. There were groups of people behind you, so you both purposely went to a spot where you’d both be alone.

“Last time I said that, I almost got diagnosed with diabetes!”

“That’s because you’re always freaked out, seriously!”

She stopped and spread out her arms, as if to tell you to observe the area you both found yourself in.

“Look at this park. It’s innocent and stuff. There’s even kids here! But I bet there’s still something scaring you about this place right now, yeah?”

You looked around, the ever so familiar sensation of anxiety creeping up on you, along with many possibilities of your death. But you also don’t want to let her have this win. 

“No way, I’m not scared. This place is nice.”

“Okay, open the box.”

You stared at her for a few seconds, before awkwardly giggling.

“Uh… What do you, what do you mean?”

“You’re not scared, right? So, open it!”

Tala gestured to the gift in your hand with an incredibly mischievous expression, watching her point get proven right just by the way your left eye twitched. Then, you looked down at the tiny object, mind running wild with possibilities. If it wasn’t a cobra that would lunge at you, what if it was the hatching eggs of a bug? Like, a roach or something, and it’ll burst all over you if you open it. Worse, what if it’s a bomb? Maybe a smell bomb that would make both of you pass out if you inhale too much. Wait, do those even exist?

You quickly handed it to her before your mind could come up with something else, smiling.

“You’re the muscular one, right? I’ll let you take care of it.”

She stared at you with a raised eyebrow, before rolling her eyes and taking it.

“You’re such a chicken, Y/N.”

“I’m not a chicken! It’s… heightened survival senses.”

Tala laughed, taking a few steps back and opening the box.

“Heightened survival senses?! Did your mom tell you that?”

She absolutely did. Of course she would, your mother would never outright call you spineless to your face. That would be rude… and unlucky.

“Shut up and open it.”

“I did, it’s just some bracelet!”

Tala tossed the object at you, the gold quickly bouncing the moonlight off of it moments before it landed on your hand. And she was right. It was just some bracelet, probably pawned or made up of fake gold. Or something like that.

Putting it on your right wrist, and you quickly sighed in disappointment at a new discovery.

“It doesn’t fit.”

You held up your hand and watched the accessory slide down your arm, dangling on your elbow. Of course, Tala simply gave you a wry smile at such an unlucky revelation. To be fair, the least Manuel could’ve done was get your measurements, but it seemed like he nicked some random bracelet and handed it to you as a joke.

“Look on the bright side, if it’s real gold, you can sell it.”

“Sure, we might even get to split the cash.”

She smiled and grabbed your wrist, fixing the bracelet’s position.

“No way, with your luck? You need the money more than I do. Who knows? Maybe you could invest in a mansion.”

“And then an earthquake comes and destroys the mansion.”

You turned your gaze away and sat on the grass. Well, sat is an elegant word, considering you just plopped on the ground and laid your chin on your hand. Tala noticed this, slowly stepping up and taking a seat right next to you, her eyes on yours. The mood seemed to have shifted, and she clearly got concerned.

“Yo, you’re not pissed about the bracelet, right?”

“Pissed? No way. It’s not that bad. On the bright side, I can use it to strangle Manuel when I see him tomorrow.”

You mocked her way of speech, and earned a giggle from her. Then, you heard buzzing around you, jumping and rapidly looking around. Tala noticed this, getting up alongside you with her ever-so-familiar dismissive eye roll.

“Relax, it’s just a fly.”

Just as she said that, a loud smack echoed through the air around you; and the bug fell onto the grass. You couldn’t help but sneer at this.

“Gross, you kill flies with your hands?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

You met her gaze, still harbouring the disgusted expression. Your friend, on the other hand, quickly got defensive.

“You know what’s even more gross? A fly laying eggs on you!”

“What?”

“That’s right. If you don’t kill it, it’ll land on your head and lay eggs. Then, they’ll be embedded in your skin forever.”

You laughed and jokingly elbowed her.

“That’s so filthy!”

“You’ll become a bug, Y/N! Trust me on that. You’ll grow wings, and big red eyes, and– and…”

She quickly turned her gaze away, putting one hand on her chin as she pondered.

“Hey, what do bugs do again?”

You raised an eyebrow. You weren’t even sure what they could do besides lay eggs and eat faeces, and probably vomit some acid to melt food, but you knew it wasn’t turning humans into one of their own. Then, you winced once you heard another buzzing around you, swatting the fly away. And, even though you were too embarrassed to admit it, you partly believed Tala’s egg theory. You stood up to slap the persistent bug away from you in fear.

“These stupid flies, they’re everywhere! Where are they coming from?!”

Tala simply watched you with a cheeky smile, not bothering to help.

“Hey, maybe they wanna lay eggs on you. Your hair might make a good nest.”

“Help me out?!”

She laughed, sitting with her legs crossed and angling her body towards you. Another fly appeared from nowhere, and they began to buzz around you. And despite your frantic waving, it didn’t help.

“I think I'll just watch. Don’t wanna gross you out.”

You started to grow angrier, the air letting out an audible whoosh as you slapped them away. 

And after a few seconds, Tala looked around in concern once she felt something stop around her.

“Gah! Get out of my face, you stupid son of a b–”

Then, a loud bang deafened both you and Tala; a strong gust of wind sweeping both of you off your feet. But with unnatural speed, Tala grabbed you and you held each other for safety.

And when you opened your eyes, terror surged through you.

[terabyteturtle]

💚 Bryan Fury SFW Alphabet 💚

It's funny, I never paid much attention to him before writing this, but my eyes have since been opened to the amazing (and not to mention, attractive) character that is Bryan Fury.

This was requested by an anonymous user. Hopefully, you like it, and I apologize if anything seems out of character!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

This man will be all over you. Whether you're in public or not, it doesn't matter. At any point in time, he'll sling an arm around you and start showering you with kisses along your jaw or down your neck. His affection is impulsive, so whenever he wants you, he comes and gets you. Bryan is incredibly affectionate, almost to the point where it's overbearing. While it's very sweet (especially coming from him), it can be too much to handle at times. Bryan has no idea what boundaries are, and even when he does find out, he'll gladly cross them. His existence revolves around causing chaos around him, so expect him to test your limits. This isn't to say he'd want to make you uncomfortable, just that he isn't afraid to push your buttons. If it becomes a major issue and you tell him to lay off, Bryan will complain. But because he loves you, he'll give you some space. He likes teasing and irritating you, but when you start going from annoyed to angry, that's when the fun stops.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

It'd be so chaotic having this dude as a best friend. You better be pretty energetic, and if not, start chugging 5-Hour Energies. Bryan is, without a doubt, the type of dude who could go ten days without sleep and still be ready to run a mile. Typical activities for you include going to the dump and destroying things, shooting stuff at the arcade, shooting stuff in real life, and bothering people at three in the morning. He's also high-key attracted to you, so despite the fact that you're friends, expect constant teasing and flirting. The friendship would probably start with him wreaking havoc somewhere, with you happening to get caught in the crossfire. Usually, he loved having more people involved, regardless of whether they're innocent or not. But when he saw you, alone and in danger, he felt guilty. As soon as he saw you get knocked unconscious by some random flying object (he couldn't even tell what it was), he ran over, scooped you up into his arms, and took you to a safe spot to assess the damage. To his relief, the only wound you suffered was a blow to the back of the head, which appeared worse than it actually was. When you woke up, Bryan quickly explained the situation. He couldn't stay for long, since he still had some chaos to attend to, but he promised to come back and help, so long as you stayed put. You did as he asked, and sure enough, he came back and patched you up. Once you felt good enough to head home, Bryan gave you his number. You know, just in case you needed anything, or if you wanted to see him again (wink wink).

C = Comfort (How do they comfort you? Are they good at it or are they kinda awkward? How do they like to be comforted?)

Comfort? What is comfort? Bryan Fury can not compute. When he sees that you're upset, comfort is not his first resort—violence is. He'll get heated and bombard you with questions, asking what happened, who did this, and saying that if he sees them, he's gonna snap their neck. He doesn't pick up on your need for comfort, as he's hellbent on getting vengeance for you. You need to be as direct with Bryan as possible, or else he's not going to understand anything. This can be difficult since he talks a lot, especially when he's angry. Pulling him into a tight hug and squeezing him is the only way to get him to shut up. Once you do that, he'll freeze completely. If you want him to hold you in silence, just tell him and he'll oblige, hesitantly wrapping his arms around you and giving you a tight squeeze. If you want to unload everything and tell him why you're upset, he'll listen intently to every word, hugging you tightly as soon as you're finished. But be aware that regardless of what you do, Bryan will short-circuit. Comfort is something that you'll need to help him understand. Not everything needs to be solved with violence, and he doesn't realize that. Comfort with Bryan is very awkward at first, considering it's a learning process for him, but with enough time, he'll get better at it, even telling you jokes to make you laugh or smile. Bryan doesn't like to be comforted. It makes him feel like a weakling.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Bryan does not think about the future. He lives day-to-day, knowing very well that his life could end at any given moment. He'll move in with you, but settling down completely isn't an option for him. He lives paycheck-to-paycheck through his mercenary duties. He doesn't want to get a regular job, and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to—his urge to cause chaos is too great. Besides, who would want to hire a zombie cyborg with a criminal record longer than a kid's Christmas list? In terms of cooking and cleaning, he can not do either to save his life. Bryan somehow managed to burn water twice, so for both of your sakes, it's best not to let him near the stove. Oddly enough, the only dish he hasn’t messed up is pancakes, but other than that, don’t let him in the kitchen. When it comes to doing laundry, if he isn’t given specific instructions, all of the clothes will get ruined. And if that isn't bad enough, the post-chore rage is even worse. If he makes a mistake, he gets frustrated and starts having a meltdown. You usually have to guide him outside so that he doesn't break things within the house. Needless to say, it’s best if you’re the one doing these things, as Bryan is not best equipped to handle them.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with you, how would they do it?)

Bryan would just disappear. He wouldn’t say a single word. You’ll wake up one morning and find that he’s not sleeping next to you. All of his stuff will be gone, and when you try to call him, it goes straight to voicemail. Emotions are not Bryan’s strong suit, so he’d just want to cut all ties as quickly and painlessly as possible. As much as he likes causing pain, he couldn’t bear to see you standing broken-hearted before him. Don’t worry though, he would only break up with you if he felt things were getting too dangerous. Luckily (or perhaps unluckily), Bryan’s perception of peril is not the greatest. Considering how often he gets involved in chaos, there isn’t much he considers “too dangerous”.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Again, Bryan never thinks about the future, so commitment isn’t something that pops into his mind. If you decide to bring it up, he’ll just brush it off with some sarcastic comment. Bryan loves you, there’s no doubt about that, but he doesn’t really want to get married. In his mind, if you guys truly love each other, you’ll just stick together—it’s that simple. He doesn’t understand the need to attach formality to it. On top of that, he doesn’t want to sign mountains of paperwork or decide on assets or worry about all the other stuff that comes with marriage. He just loves you, that’s it. He doesn’t need anything else to affirm that.

G = Gentle (How tender are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Bryan is as rough as they come. He doesn’t intend to hurt you, but he’s so used to being aggressive that he doesn’t even know how to be gentle. His affection feels like play-fighting most of the time, and when it isn’t, he almost hurts you by accident. Emotionally, he’s not much better. Since he became a cyborg, Bryan hasn’t had much to worry about in his life. Walking the Earth and causing mass chaos was the only thing on his mind. So when it comes to you, he’ll show that same carefree attitude, meaning he’ll tease you constantly and won’t be as understanding when it comes to your problems. Bryan rarely feels anything other than joy or anger, but when he does, he’ll just act cynical and pretend he’s fine. Rest assured, none of this is done to hurt you. It’s just how he is. If there’s something he really needs to improve on, then he’ll try his best for you. In the end, Bryan hates making mistakes, and he would get enraged at himself if he made one with you.

H = Hugs n' Cuddles (Do they like hugs/cuddles? What are they like? How often do they happen?)

He LOVES hugging and cuddling—just say the word and he’s down for either. Bryan's hugs are usually either bear hugs or lazy, clingy hugs, both of which usually end up with you falling to the floor. With the bear hugs, they’re like football tackles half the time. After a long day, he’s so excited to see you that he ends up sending you straight to the floor. With the lazy hugs, he’s super heavy, so it’s difficult to stay standing with his dead weight hanging off of you. In terms of cuddling, he loves holding you from behind the most. On the rare occasions that he can get himself to relax, it's the perfect way to give you as much affection as possible. When you're cuddling, expect kisses galore. Hugs happen quite often, but cuddles are pretty rare because he's so energetic that he can't sit still. He is part robot after all, so it would make sense that he has boundless stamina.

I = I Love You (How quickly do they tell you they love you?)

It actually takes a long time for him to say it. This is because it doesn't cross his mind as something he would say. Bryan loves you, and he tries to show that to you as much as he can, so he doesn't feel the need to tell you that. In his mind, he thinks you already know. On top of that, he actually has said it to you before—you just weren't awake to hear it. One night, Bryan came home late, having just finished a difficult job, to find you fast asleep on the bed. Out of impulse, he leaned down, kissed you on the forehead, and whispered those three words softly to you. He often forgets that you weren’t awake, so while you have no idea he ever said it to you, Bryan believes the deed was done.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Not jealous, possessive. At least, that's what he likes to say. If a guy looks at you the wrong way, or simply stares at you for too long, Bryan will feel an incredible urge to punch them in the face. He gets pretty jealous, but not for the typical reason of fearing that he's gonna lose you. For Bryan, it's a thing of everyone knowing you're together. You're his significant other, and he could not be prouder to have you by his side. He wants the whole world to know you're together, and if somebody doesn't know, then he’ll tell them loud and clear. When Bryan's jealous, he'll sling an arm around you and tell them you’re together. If somebody is flirting with you, and Bryan notices that you're feeling uncomfortable, then he'll become even angrier. And if that person makes the mistake of being rude or trying to hurt you, then they better be prepared for the beating of a lifetime. Bryan will not let anyone get away with disrespecting the person he loves. At least, not with all of their limbs attached.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He likes to attack you with flurries of quick kisses whenever he sees you. These kisses will fly all over your face, neck, and jawline, all with Bryan's strong arms wrapped around you. When he kisses your lips, it's rough and kinda sloppy, but also very sweet. This man can’t get enough of you, and it clearly shows through his kisses. Bryan will kiss you anywhere and everywhere. He doesn’t care what part of you he’s kissing; he’s in heaven regardless. Personally, he likes to be kissed on his lips, neck, and chest. He's very specific about it, too.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children and what are their thoughts on them?)

Despite what some people might think, he actually loves kids. Bryan hates the responsibility that comes with them, but he likes messing around and making goofy faces to make them laugh. In his mind, they're like mini troublemakers, capable of causing chaos at any given moment. He has a lot of energy, so he can chase them around and keep them entertained for a long time. Little kids think his crazy laugh is hilarious. Since kids like him so much, they'll usually listen to whatever he says. If the two of you somehow landed a babysitting job, he would enlist their help to pull pranks on you. In terms of having kids with you, that’s something he’d never do for two reasons—first, he doesn’t believe it can even happen since he's a cyborg, and second, he doesn’t want to deal with the responsibility.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings can be pretty chaotic, as is everything with Bryan. If you wake up earlier than him and try to get out of bed, he'll start complaining and hold you tight. You literally have to pry his arms off of you in order to get out of bed. Even when you finally escape his grasp, he'll just follow you to wherever you're going and hug you, practically hanging off of you as you're trying to do stuff. It's sweet that he wants to be close to you, but sometimes it can really get frustrating when you're trying to get ready for the day. On the rare occasions that he's up before you, Bryan will try making you breakfast. He tries his best, but he nearly ends up burning the house down and you have to take over.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are just as chaotic as mornings. He'll come home from a job and start hollering about what happened and how cool it was and how he wished you would've been there to see it. He'll tell you crazy stories about stuff he did in the past, all the while making hilarious jokes about it. Before you guys go to bed, he might spontaneously start making out with you. Some nights, he'll just randomly wake you up to take you somewhere. Whether he takes you to the dump to destroy stuff or out to eat at a 24-hour diner, you always end up having a good time. It’s safe to say that Bryan’s more of a night owl than an early bird, so expect him to be far more energetic once the evening rolls around. Because he likes to drag you out at night so much, you’ll definitely find yourself feeling sleepier in the morning.

O = Open (At what point would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or take their time with it?)

He didn't waste any time telling you about everything. You kinda knew what you were signing up for the day you met him.

P = Patience (How patient are they?)

He's not very patient at all, least of all with himself. If he makes a mistake while cooking, cleaning, or doing anything, he gets frustrated immediately. Bryan’s default setting is violence, so as soon as he gets angry, he needs something to destroy immediately. Since he’s been free to cause chaos for a couple years, he’s completely forgotten how to control his anger. You often have to guide him outside because if not, he’ll break everything in sight. Once out of the house, all he needs to do is kick things until he feels better. His patience isn’t much better with other people, and if they do something that even remotely pisses him off, he’ll start throwing hands. When it comes to you, he's still not patient, but he’s far better by comparison. Instead of throwing things, he'll show his impatience through complaints and snarky remarks. Even if he does get super angry, he’d never dare lay a hand on you. You’re the one person he truly loves, the only one who’s given him a true purpose in life. He’d hate himself if he hurt you.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you? Do they remember every detail or kinda forget everything?)

Bryan actually remembers a lot. When he tells you stories from his past, they're always loaded with detail. He was a police officer after all, so he needed to have a good memory in order to do his job. When it comes to you, he takes down everything in a mental notebook without missing a single thing. He’ll often pretend to forget about things just to dumb himself down in front of you, then surprise you with something thoughtful later on. At the start of your relationship, he only did this because he hoped to get laid, but as it continued, it became something more special. He won’t admit it, but he adores the way your eyes light up each time he surprises you with something.

R = Remember (What is one of the most important moments of your relationship?)

One of the most important moments was the time he protected you from some drunk guy trying to harass you. He kept flirting with you, and despite your every attempt to make him leave you alone, he just wouldn’t stop. He reached out to grab you, but Bryan stepped in and beat the guy up. Before that moment, Bryan didn't really think much of your relationship. You had been dating for a couple months and he didn’t think it was anything too serious. But when that giant, muscular guy tried laying a hand on you, you became his number one priority, and he would've stopped at nothing to keep you safe. After the fact, Bryan realized that he cared so much more for you than he'd previously imagined. This was no longer just a casual fling for him; this was the real deal.

S = Security (How protective are they and how would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Bryan can get extremely protective, especially in areas of high danger. He’d be by your side the entire time, eyeing your surroundings. If someone or something threatens to hurt you, he’ll knock ‘em dead in two seconds flat. Bryan himself, on the other hand, doesn’t want to be protected. First of all, he doesn’t think he needs it, and secondly, he wants to be your knight in shining armor, the person you can depend on when you’re in trouble. He craves to see you gazing at him in admiration as he swoops in to save you from danger. It makes him feel like he’s doing something right. Although he hates to admit that, he needs reassurance about it every once and a while.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, etc?)

He’d put in effort, but only in the most Bryan way possible. Dates with Bryan are usually very spontaneous. He’s very impulsive, so he just goes about and does whatever he wants. If he visits a place he thinks you might like, he’ll call you then and there to see if you want to hang out. If he wakes up in the middle of the night and can’t go back to sleep, then screw it, he’s waking you up and you’re both gonna go somewhere fun. In terms of anniversaries and other special days, Bryan loves going all out. When those days come around, his main goal is to have as much fun as possible. He’ll dance on tabletops, take too many shots, and think you kissed but he forgot. As for gifts, he’ll get you stuff every so often, but they’re usually plucked off the corpses of people he’s killed during his fits of chaos. You’ve learned not to question their origins, as he gets really defensive about it whenever you do. He feels it doesn’t matter where they came from, as long as they were straight from the heart (not of the corpse, 'cause that would be weird).

U = Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs?)

Bryan has a short fuse and is prone to lashing out when he gets angry or frustrated. In addition to yelling and cursing, his way of expressing his anger is by destroying things. If he gets angry, you better put him outside quickly or else he’ll shatter all of the fine china. He’d never hit you, no matter how angry he gets, but the same can’t be said about your furniture. He’s like a tornado, leaving broken messes in his wake. Speaking of which, he doesn’t really clean up after himself. He’d rather save his energy for causing chaos than keeping his space tidy. If you’re someone who enjoys cleaning, count yourself lucky to have a boyfriend as messy as he is.

V = Values (What do they value in a partner?)

He wants someone who’s able to put up with his crazy antics, who loves him for his crazy, maniacal self. He wants someone he can laugh with, who can take a joke and dish one out that’s just as good. He wants someone who doesn’t mind that he’s not completely human, who doesn’t judge him. He usually doesn’t care what anybody thinks, but when it comes to a partner, he needs a fair trade. If he’s not gonna give a crap about their setbacks, then they shouldn’t give a crap about his. Bryan might have a few screws in his head loose, but that doesn’t mean he’ll take just anybody to be a partner. There are a lot of boxes, and luckily for him, you’ve checked all of them.

W = Wedding (How are they on the big day? How do they help plan it out? Are they emotional or stoic?)

Again, Bryan wouldn’t want to get married. He doesn’t think there needs to be a whole big ceremony just to tell you something you already know—that he loves you. But if, hypothetically, there was a wedding, he would be a mess. He’d act all crazy and tough, but he’d secretly be scared to death. Knowing how clumsy and chaotic he is, Bryan would be worried that he’d accidentally ruin it for you. As much as he loves making a big bullet-ridden explosion out of everything, he knows that’s not how you’d want it to be (unless it is, which in that case, he’d have nothing to worry about). Bryan will snatch the wedding plans out of your hands and read them over a thousand times. This way, he knows what’s going on ahead of time and can make sure that he won’t mess it up for you. Once standing at the altar, he’d probably make a joke or two about how shabby he looks compared to you before giving you what is probably the sweetest smile he’s ever smiled.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Bryan always has first-aid stuff on hand. If you’re out somewhere together and you get injured, he’ll be able to patch you up right then and there.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they can't stand, both in a partner and in general?)

Bryan can not stand anyone who’s a control freak. He needs to have the freedom to do whatever he wants, not to be tied down to a schedule. Routine is boring, and on top of that, there is no routine when it comes to mercenary work. It’s first come, first serve, and a job can pop up at any given moment. Some missions take hours or days to complete, others take weeks or even months. If they can’t handle that, he can’t handle them. He also hates people who are too serious. To him, if you can’t take a joke, there must be something wrong with you. He’s a carefree guy, and he gets irritated by people who don’t match his attitude.

Z = Zzz (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)

He snores so loud. Never before in your life have you heard anyone snore as loudly as this man. From another room, he sounds like a grizzly bear. Also, expect him to cling to you while you sleep. Once he’s asleep, there’s no getting out of his arms, unless you’re able to pry yourself free with a crowbar. If you don’t have one on hand, then you’ll just have to wait until morning. Even then, Bryan’s a heavy sleeper, so it’s difficult to wake him up. On rare occasions, he’ll punch and kick in his sleep. Luckily, he’s never hit you, because if he did, there’d probably be a you-shaped hole in the wall by now.

[trekkietales]

Why me?

Solok smut/fluff

Warning:

When I got transferred to a Vulcan ran starship I had no clue what I was up for. Especially as an accident prone human. My first day I spilt coffee all over my uniform in front of Captain Solok.

Oh, Captain Solok. That Vulcan has an air around him. He has complete control over his ship and respect from every single Vulcan on the ship. Oh and love from one clumsy human. Not that I could ever tell him.

Since I work on the bridge, I have to see and talk to him all the time. Even though talking didn’t really happen outside of work. Its kinda eerie quiet around the ship.

The day started out usual just standing and working on my consul. Just as I was passing the captain’s chair right as another ship attacked us out of no where. Which apparently wasn’t bad enough because the bump from the other ships gun sent me flying into Solok’s lap. We stared at each other before I jumped up and ran to my station.

After an hour of fighting we sent the ship back to their home in bad shape. We all got switched out for our off duty hours and a small meeting about the battle. After the meeting I was told to stay back. After the doors shut behind the last Vulcan Solok stood in front of me.

“I would like to discuss the situation that happened earlier.” His eyebrow raised as he calculated his next words.

“Sir, I am so sorry. That was a complete accident. I lost my footing when the ship attacked.” I was rambling when he cut me off.

“I am not upset with you. It was apparent that you had not meant to. What I was gonna say is that we have been from Vulcan for seven years now. I am sure you were informed of pon farr before being put on this ship.” I nodded.

“Yes, Sir. I was told about a few different things about Vulcan tradition.”

“As captain I am quite aware of the Vulcans that are entering Pon Farr. It is quite a few of them. The reason I am informing on this is that Vulcans change when under the effect of Pon Farr and I would like you to watch out for yourself. I don’t want another transfer.”

“I will watch my back captain. You have no reason to worry about me.”

“I better not. You are dismissed for your shift.” I nodded and took my leave.

I went back to my quarters. As I walked past Vulcans , I wondered who was gonna be under Pon Farr. I realized I was gonna have to change my off hours schedule.

As I entered my quarters I noticed someone was there already.

“Hello Volkic.”

“Hello, I am sorry for invading your privacy but I had to make you aware of something that I heard.”

“Go on.”

“I was walking by Selvik and I heard him saying he was going to try to mate with you. I didn’t want you to be caught off guard.” Volkic always had ways to show he cares for his friends, but I didn’t think he’d get in between another’s Pon Farr to protect me.

“Did you tell the captain? He seemed very concerned with safety on the ship.”

“Of course I did. Though he is concerned it seems he won’t do much to interfere unless someone is hurt.”

“Thank you for telling me. I will keep an eye out for him.” With that Volkic excused himself and left my quarters.

I sat in my room until I thought I might go insane. I had to leave. I open the door and look around a bit and step out to go to the small bar we have on board. As soon as I take two steps down the hallway I hear my name being called. I turn and see Selvik.

“Hello Selvik.”

“Hello, I have a proposal for you.”

“I overheard your plan and while I am entirely flattered I do not see you as anything more than a friend.” He looked a bit sad.

“I had no idea you had heard. I apologize if I have offended you.”

“You have not. I am sorry and I hope that you find someone else.” He nodded and walked away.

While I felt bad for lying to him, I couldn’t tell him that Volkic had told me. It would create chaos. I would just lay way lower maybe just get fun stuff to stay in my quarters. I quickly turned to run back to my quarters when I ran into a chest. I looked up.

“Hello, is everything alright?” Solok looked down at me.

“Yes, Sir. I am just grabbing a few things and going back to my quarters.” I smiled hoping he didn’t see that I was still shaken from my last conversation.

“Good, if you don’t mind I would like to accompany you to your quarters. After your last conversation I think it would be best if you have a guard around you when you are off duty.”

I knew I couldn’t tell my captain no so I nodded and I grabbed what i needed to and off we went back to my quarters.

“Am I gonna get you as my guard all the time?” Even though I knew he couldn’t I still liked being around him.

“I do wish I could. Seeing myself that my crew is safe is my number one priority. Though I can’t as I have many responsibilities on the ship.”

“I understand.” We walked in silence to my door when I turned around to thank him, he was inches from my face.

“You smell different.” I looked confused. I hadn’t changed my perfume.

“I don’t think I should. Nothing has changed in my daily routine.”

“I apologize, I must be getting back to the bridge.” He just about ran away. I had no clue what had happened. I closed my quarter’s door and laid down on my bed.

As I entered the bridge, I asked my number one what I had missed.

“Nothing Sir, everything has been normal since you left.”

“Thank you, I would like to speak with you on a pressing matter.” He nodded and we walked into a smaller area just off the bridge. It was a room we used for meetings involving higher ups.

“What would you like to discuss Captain.”

“Can I ask what’s wrong?”

“Personal reasons. I will start my leave now. So until I say so you are acting Captain.”

“Yes Sir.” We both walked out and I walked to my quarters.

I normally have no problem going past her door. But now as Pon Farr is rattling my brain I find myself almost forced to knock on it.

I heard a knock on my door and wondered who it could be. Vulcans aren’t known for making random visits. I opened the door to find Solok there.

“Hello, Captain. What can I do for you? Would you like to come in?” I smiled in slight surprise.

“Yes please.” I moved so he could enter.

I looked at him waiting for his reason to be here but it seemed he too was confused as to why he was here.

“What is wrong Captain? You look a bit confused.”

“I would like to mate with you.” My eyes widened as the realization hit me. The reason he was acting unusual was because Pon Farr had started with him.

“I am not sure what to say.”

“Let me prove to be a good mate before you give me your answer.”

“I have my answer already.” He looked almost scared of what I could say.

“If you are sure then go ahead.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I don’t quite know what I need to do but if you run me through it, I will gladly be your mate.”

He put his hand up to my face and said something (I was so nervous that I completely missed what it was) and i could see me. From his eyes. His memory.

“Do you remember this?” He showed me the first day on the ship when i turned from the replicator with an iced coffee and ran into his chest spilling it on him and on myself. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as they had when it had happened.

Not only could I see the memories but I could feel his emotions. I could feel the confusion when we collided. There was something else lingering but I couldn’t quite understand.

“Protectiveness. For some reason from that moment I started to notice you. And how clumsy you can be. It made me almost too protective of you. Like I have to look after you.”

To feel what he feels almost overwhelmed me. It swirled around me. It clung to my heart. I looked through his eyes and I felt his love, his adoration for me.

“I-I don’t know how to say how I am feeling.”

“You don’t have to, just as you feel my emotions, i feel yours.” He leaned in and kissed me. I opened my mouth as he pulled away but he stopped me.

He got down on his knees and put his face into my hip. I was confused as to what he was doing until i heard a sniff. He could smell that i was aroused. He looked up at me and almost begged.

“I need to be inside of you. I need to feel you around me.” The sight of Solok on his knees turned me on more than i could ever imagine.

“Yes, please.” I whined. I knew i sounded pathetic but i didn’t care at the time all i cared about was him.

He immediately jumped up. Looking into his eyes they were now dark. Almost commanding, dominating even.

He pushed me on the bed and without hesitation or warning he entered me. I moaned at the feeling of being stretched. He was hitting every spot and making me seeing stars.

He kept whispering Vulcan in my ear with every thrust. His grip on me was almost as if he was scared i would’ve vanish if he let go. With one last thrust we both let go. Almost moaning in unison. I looked at him.

“What were you saying?”

“I was telling you i love you and would never leave you.”

I smiled at that answer. I was so lucky that i fell in love with Solok. And even luckier that he fell in love with me.

Captain’s log:

Hey, sorry it took so long for this story to come out. Between wifi problems and my daughter’s first birthday, i was having so many troubles getting everything done. I hope yall like it.

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

John's Enchantress 5

Aunt Polly comforts John

John had kept his words and brought the DeGhant women to the betting shop the next day. He was eager to get to work and put the night behind him. Sabrina had seemed taken aback when she’d woken to the chaos of his kids getting ready for school. He’d made breakfast for everyone including the two women. Her grandmother didn’t seem any wiser to her crying last night. Sabrina was quiet and kept looking at him with her brown puppy dog eyes. Little did she know that John had meant what he said to himself last night. His crush was dead. 

Her demeanor wasn’t changing around the shop either. Tommy kept trying to engage her in conversation about her night and what she thought of Birmingham. John desperately wanted to turn around and tell Tommy she hadn't planned on staying so why did it matter?

He kept his angry intrusive thoughts to himself and focused on the numbers and bets being yelled out at the shop. He smelled the jasmine perfume on Polly before he saw her. She was settled by his side. Hand now on one page of the book pretending to look at the numbers. He knew her better than that. She knew him better than that. 

“What happened yesterday? You caught the wrong side of the DeGhant woman's tongue?” She asked quietly but sternly demanding an answer. Her eyes went to his. She wasn’t angry, just curious. She cared about him, he knew that. He also knew she was right in her assumption. She wouldn’t have approached him otherwise. He sighed audibly and got a small smile out of his Aunt. She’d been right, they both knew it. He chuffed and pretended he was irritated, She elbowed him gently and gave him a small sad smile. He knew he had to answer now. 

“Things were great at dinner. We had been flirting, she was telling the kids all the trouble we got in when we were younger.” He was grinning like an idiot. His face suddenly changed though. He saw concern fly across Polly’s face. Her hand gently touched his under the book and squeezed. 

“Then what shifted John?” She asked gently but firmly. Her tone was as serious as his was at the moment. Her head went closer to his like she was trying to read the numbers. He knew better. She was being discreet to him. He adored his Aunt Polly. She was one of his best girls next to his daughter.

“I talked about taking her to the shop today, she seemed interested at first. Then I made the mistake of asking her what she thought her future looked like.” His Aunt’s expression was surprised and very displeased. John shook his head. She didn’t understand.

“There are times Pol she seems very outgoing and adventurous, then others like a child..like she never left that child like place we’d both kinda grown up in. I have four kids and a job. She’s content to die to herself completely for her people. No thought’s of what she wants for herself.No thoughts of her own future. You and I both know that those people live however they want with little regard to what she and her grandma think.” He said it so rushed he wasn’t sure she’d heard. Her face softened and she cast a glance over to Sabrina and Tommy. 

“I understand love. “ She said with sympathy and compassion. “ I also hope that if she can rise to the occasion, that it's not too late and you can meet her where she is. I see a challenging spark that she creates in you.” John looked at his Aunt then full on. He was searching her face. She had been vehemently opposed to the DeGhants, and yet, she was caring enough about his feelings that she was mothering him with advice to change his heart if she changes hers. Aunt Pol would always be one of Johns' favorite ladies. He smiled and tossed his head to free his thoughts. He was losing track  in the books now. “You need a person that challenges you.” She added. He laughed this time. 

“You and Tommy don't challenge me enough huh?" He laughed.

" Who challenges you Pol?” He gently ribbed at her and elbowed her. She scoffed and looked at Tommy while she elbowed his back. Their little friendly tussle going unnoticed by everyone else.

“Who do you think it is John? I always thought the 5 of you kids were enough of a challenge. Your brother seemed to take that personally and now he’s my biggest challenge everyday.” They both laughed. The whole shop was watching them now. Sabrina seemed curious now. Tommy was unimpressed.

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He had surprised himself after lunch when he sat on the desk next to her. He smirked and waited for her to acknowledge him. 

“What do you want? Shelby rat?” She challenged him. Tommy laughed and Polly glanced at the girl. Tommy caught the exchange between John and Polly. He shot both a questioning look but they silently agreed to ignore him. 

“You think you can keep up with me eh, let's test your theory from last night out. The bets will be yelled out. Two sides of the board. Are you up for it?” He knew she didn’t back down from dares. He sweetened the deal. “I dare you to try.” He leaned in as she grinned devilishly at him.

“Challenge accepted.” she said with confidence. He knew his day would get better now. He had something to look forward to. Polly smiled and nodded her head. He was allowing her to challenge him, even if he had the advantage of having done the task before. 

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To his surprise she kept up quickly. He had to work harder to keep up and stay ahead. She even went out of her way to bump him and try to screw up his chalk markings. He then in turn enjoyed smearing her numbers casually as she turned her head to listen. He laughed as she snuggled up against him and tried elbowing him out of the way. 

“I should use the ribbons on your dress to tie you to the railing.” He joked with her. He grinned feral when her blush went bright red and spread across her face and neck. He was practically bending down to her ear, his breath ghost across her face. She didn’t even try to push him away. She just got flustered. He quickly reached over and scribbled the account on her side. She straightened up and pushed him.

" I could still beat you even tied to a railing. ” She laughed. He noticed a change in her though. She wasn’t as jovial as before. She kept stealing glances at him through her lashes. “You're clearly distracted.” She was flirting with him. He wondered why she was being demure. He swore to himself that if Tommy had said anything, anything to her at all to change her mind, he was going to throttle him in an ally.

John turned and caught his brothers and Aunt Pol watching them. They were all grinning and muttering little things at the other two's expense. John didn’t care. He had a bet to win. Unbeknownst to them, they’d made a bet in his office while grabbing chalk.

If she’d won she’d tell him what she wanted. He was intrigued that she refused to name her bid outright.

He had been promised a proper date. He had plans on how to get her more interested in the outside world. Between him and that he was hoping he’d convince her for a more chaotic life outside the camp. 

[ghostlykestrel525]

From Shadows

the chaos is expanding. i'm branching out into the Ipliers, bitches. so to briefly look back on my headcanons for how Nate's demonic egos would have made their first appearances - i reckon that reaction was probably the calmest. the bois were chill about it, they didn't try anything scary, they just kinda Showed Up. ohohoho boy was Darkiplier not so polite in his arrival. i think he can to some degree control the shadows around him. this includes being able to step in and vanish and basically use them like a personal highway to wherever the hell he wants. which, if you're Markiplier and this fucker just randomly emerges from the dark... is gonna be kinda terrifying the first couple times. -=-=-=-

In his defence: most people would be alarmed if a grey-scaled version of themselves in a suit had stepped out of the shadows. The screaming, flailing, and scrambling backwards in the world’s worst impression of a spider were understandable enough that they weren’t a crime.

It was the throwing everything he could get his hands on at the approaching demon that was a terrible plan. Anything and everything. Most of his projectiles missed, the demon deftly avoided the rest as if it were nothing more interesting than walking uninterrupted across the room. His eyes never wavered. Pitch-dark, blacker than spilt ink, devoid of any sympathy and seemingly of a soul, so intense was the stare. It was the creeping chill that make everything worse. Darkness seemed to pool around the creature, sapping all semblance of warmth and light out of the area, as if his existence alone was draining away the colour of the world around him. The ice was so potent it seeped into Mark’s bones as he cowered, having flattened himself into a corner entirely by accident, clutching for something else to fling at the malevolent presence. The final projectile went hurtling through the air – aimed surprisingly well, flying in an arc that would have ended in direct impact with the demon’s face. Squeak! The plush dog toy screamed in protest as it was caught in a crushing grip, the demon’s hand snapping up to catch the offending object less than a foot away from the collision with his face. Slowly, he lowered it, looking distinctly peeved at having been attacked with a dog toy, of all things. The plushie let out another miserable squeak as it hit the floor, and the demon stepped over it, observing Mark with a cold, but not entirely unfriendly look. When he spoke, it rang with three voices together; speaking in unison, although one was considerably louder than the other two. It almost seemed to resound from somewhere within Mark’s skull, rather than the demon’s vocal cords. “Are you finished crying, human?” -=-=-=-=-=-

[casp1an-sea]

STAR WARS But Better Part 9

(This Is my favorite part :3)

here’s the link to the master post so you can get part one: Master post

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(The ship pulls up to the rebel base on Yavin four and lands in the old temples that have been repurposed as rebel strongholds. The group exists the falcon and are greeted by an older man with a long beard.)

General Dodonna: (To Leia) You’re safe! We feared the worst… We heard about Alderan, we thought we might have lost you. I am so sorry about your father. (I hate this man he’s a creepy weirdo)

Leia: Lets not worry about that now, we have bigger things to worry about. I believe we’ve been tracked.

Dodana: Then why did you come straight here?!

Leia: Some one cared too much about his ego (Glares at Han)

Luc: Yeah but like you still could have forced him to take you somewhere else. Like you weren’t very forceful about it.

Han: Hey, who knows maybe we weren’t tracked.

Leia: (Ignores Han) I have the plans we need to formulate an attack now!

Han: Hey when do I get payed?

Luc: Well technically you failed so why would we pay you?

Han: WHAT?!

Luc: Lets see, you didn’t bring us to Alderan, and Gramps died on the way.

Han: Hey I still saved your skin! I’m not leaving here till I get my money!

Leia: If that’s all you care about, you’ll be compensated. After the briefing!

Han: (Rolls eyes) Fine but if I get caught up in your cross fire I’m never helping you guys again.

Leia: Fine by me!

(A few moments later in the briefing room dodana points to a map that R2 displayed on the wall)

Dodana: (Points to a trench on the map of the death star) Heavy sheilds… bla bla… but weakness… send ships down the trench bla bla… (Points to a hole in the trench) shoot torpedoes in the trench and the whole thing explodes.

Random guy: You’re stupid, that plan is stupid, were all going to die

Dodana: Yes but I’ll pretend like that’s not true

Wedge: that hole is only two meters that’s a pretty hard shot

(Biggs Looks at Luc. Yes he’s here)

Luc: What?

Biggs: You shot womp rats their about 2 meters

Luc: (flustered gibberish) SO!

Dodana: I guess we're sending a child to the front lines

Luc: Hu? Do you guys want to die?!

Random guy: That’s all we ever do anyway! 

Han: That guy’s got some issues

Luc: Why are you even here? Why am I here? Were not rebels!

Dodana: So everything is agreed?

Luc: NO!

Dodana: Okay good, everyone to your ships!

Biggs: You are going to love this. I'm so glad you're here!

Luc: You baiscly just sentenced me to death but I guess that's cool bestie!

Biggs: I’m just glad you’ll be flying with us

Wedge: Hey biggs is that the new kid

Biggs: Yeah best pilot in the outer rim

Luc: I did not consent to this!

Intercom voice: All flight trooper, Man your station

Luc: That announcement is grammatically incorrect!

(Bigs runs towards the hanger and the base is in chaos. Luc stands in the middle of it, unsure of what to do.)

Luc: …blurb…blurb…

(After standing their for some time in utter confusion Luc sees Han carrying boxes of his reward back to the falcon. Then they know what to do. Luc sticks out their foot tripping Han and causing him to drop his boxes and fall of his face)

Han: Woah! (Sitting up quickly and seeing Luc standing there with an innocent smile) What the hell was that for!

Luc: (Shrugs) I didn’t know what to do

Han: So you tripped me?! (Quickly gathering the boxes back together)

Luc: I mean it seemed like the most logical thing to do at the moment.

Han: (Standing up) Sure. Aren’t you supposed to be getting in an X-wing or something?

Luc: I don’t know I was just kinda thrown into this, like why do you get leave but I don’t?

Han: Hey I got my money, I don't need to stay anymore. 

Luc: Yeah but why don’t I get to do that?

Han: You don’t have a ship

Luc: So you’d leave a child in a war zone?

Han: Look kid if you wanna come with me I’m sure Chewie wouldn’t mind, but my life isn’t sunshine and roses either. I’ve got a death mark on my head so honestly I don’t know which option is safer.

Luc: Hm… shoot things or don’t shoot things? I think the answer is obvious.

Han: So you’re coming with me?

Luc: I said the answer was obvious, not logical. (Begins walking towards the rebel ships) Try not to die I guess, well actually I don’t care do what you want.

(Han rolls his eyes and walks back towards the falcon)

Han: (Mumbles) Kids

(Chewie growls)

Han: What do you mean I like them?

(Chewie grumbles)

Han: Yes they are funny! And no I am not a “dad”. Oh whatever, get on the damn ship!

(Chewie keeps teasing Han about it)

Han: Shut up or I’ll leave you here.

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@xen-blank, @thehollowwriter, @l7k-a, @ferris-the-wheel, @keii-starz

@krenenbaker @elenauaurs @the-banana-0verlord @edith-is-a-cat @dove-da-birb

@theosb0rnway

I excluded anyone who didn’t specify a fandom let me know if you’d like to be added or removed

@sunshinechildskywalker, @xentari94 your not on my tag list but it’s Star Wars so I thought you might like it

[caspers-multifandom]

Runaway Damsel | Monster!AU

AN: Righty O! First little idea that I had for a world full of our beloved 141 boys and their monstery goodness. Now they aren't fully monsters, they're part of what are Enhanced - people who were born with mutations (kinda sounds like x-men, I'll work on it :]) Hope you enjoy! Word Count: 1,747

Summary: Cass is the human transfer into the 141 taskforce. How well is she going to be within the team?

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Cass panted as she bolted up the stairwell; her heels were long forgotten on the sixth floor as she bounded up the stairs bare foot. She clutched onto the handgun as she aimed to the door opening just as she reached the thirteenth floor and shot the armed man before he could recognise her standing there.

She immediately took off up the stairs, no time to waste as she heard multiple men shouting as they ran up after her. She had thanked the stars for the head start she had on them all after Soap had all but tore apart the men that had cornered her in the lobby. He had only half turned and used his claws and fangs to help fight their way through before he left her to run up the flights of stairs to the roof.

She had thought this would be an easy extraction, go into the charity event disguised as another simple patron, meet the informate, get the drive of evidence of extremist activities and get out of there. But something just had to go wrong. Luckily these things were planned for and she had Soap as back up after he was uncover as a waiter. After the informate had been shot through the window from a rooftop across the street, Cass had made sure to secure the drive as the event became chaos. She had made it out to the lobby before she’d been cornered by several extremists with their rifles at the ready. Soap came barreling through and had yelled for her to get to the extraction.

Now she was running as fast as her worn out legs would let her. She really needs to up her obstacle course training. Ghost and Gaz were outside covering the innocents from getting mowed down by extremist forces on rooftops and on the streets. Price was on the way in the halo to the extraction point but Cass knew that he was most likely chewing himself out for not being closer.

“Simon get down to Cass, get her to the roof, move!” Price demanded over the comms.

“On it.” The gravelly tone of Ghost’s tone crackled through the comms and Cass knew what to look out for.

She reached the floor just below the roof access, her legs burning and lungs heaving from the many stairs she’d climbed before she heard the echoing roar coming from below. She looked over the rail and caught a glance of brown fur before two men went flying over the rail and fell to the ground floor – Cass looked away before she could see their heads crack against the solid concrete.

“Soap’s shifted, repeat Johnny is enhanced.” Cass gasped into the comms before looking up to the roof access.

Just as she goes to finish the final lot of stairs, the door on her floor slams open, smashing into her causing her to stumble back into the rail. She fights against the sudden hands on her throat and gripping her wrist to the hand holding the handgun. She grunts as her attacker slams her wrist into the railing and her gun falls helplessly down the stairwell. She punches and slaps in her struggle to get the hands from around her throat but the brute seems unaffected as his hands clasp tighter and black dots appear in the corners of her vision. But those black dots turn into mist as the brutes strength wains as he inhales a thick mist and his eyes go wide as he begins to choke.

The attacker stumbles back as he claws at his own throat, gasping and choking for air as Cass coughs and watches the brute be strangled from the inside. When the attacker collapses, the black mist forms a thick cloud as it formed a solid matter before the skull bone stared back at Cass.

“I’ll be fine, you need to get to Johnny.” She said, shortly followed by a howl as gunfire rang throughout the stairwell.

“Go!” Ghost growled.

He descended the stairwell over the railing and Cass didn’t wait as she heard the blood curdling screams that followed.

She flew through the door to the roof and immediately ducked down as bullets darted past her. She dove for cover behind an air duct as more bullets wizzed past her. The gunfire was coming from the same roof and was periodic – one man fired and as he reloaded another fired in his place – keeping Cass from making a run for better cover.

“I’m under fire!” Cass called out. “Can’t see how many but their on the same roof!”

“I’ve got men in the street shooting at civilians, Ghost how copy?!” Gaz grunted.

“He’s with Soap, too many coming up to the roof.” Cass replied when no response came from the other man. “Price where the fuck is that halo?!”

Silence was all that followed on the comms.

Cass never panicked. She’d been captured before, tortured but this didn’t look like a hostage situation. These people were out to kill her for whatever was on the drive – and her only escape right now wasn’t responding. The gunfire was still raining down heavy upon her and she didn’t have her gun as it was probably joined by several others at the bottom of the building.

“Cass get off the roof now! They’ve got-” The comms cut out with a high screech that made Cass rip it out of her ear. She looked to her left just as a rocket was hurling towards her rooftop. She cursed as she ran forward to the edge of the building. This was the only option as she jumped and the heat hit her back as the explosion rung out behind her.

She was falling. Fast. She couldn’t scream as the air rushed past her, stealing with it the air from her lungs. She couldn’t scream for help, she couldn’t reach out to stop herself, she was falling and the ground was going to cave her body into a bloody fucking mess. She closed her eyes and accepted that this was the final one.

She grunted as she was forcefully stopped in the air by a solid object slamming into her and shooting her back into the air.

Wait, up?!

She opened her eyes and recognised the scaled wings that curled and straightened.

“That was too fucking close!” Price gruffed as his arms gripped Cass tighter against his broad chest as he levelled them out and then flew down to the streets below. Cass couldn’t stop staring at the side of Price’s face as he focused on getting her to the ground without becoming a puddle of blood and bone. She didn’t notice they had landed until he looked down at her and her knees nearly gave out beneath her.

She watched his wings curl around them, cocooning them from the rest of the world. A shield from the impeding doom of their mission. But Price’s blue eyes were all she could think of – all she could focus her manic mind on.

“Speak to me, Dove. You broken?” He asks her.

She could hear her own heart in her ears, feel her body trembling with adrenaline – but her knees really couldn’t hold her weight.

“I hate heights.” Cass chokes out.

Price chuckles as he holds her up and then turns his head to watch Gaz land.

“Bout time you showed up, Captain.” He scolds and then Price was off Cass. His wings no longer keeping her safe against his hold and her legs had to adjust quickly to the shift. Gaz held out a rifle for her to take and she did so without thought.

“What’s the situation?” Price demands.

“We’ve civilians running from extremists, police have this entire block surrounded. Soap and Ghost are inside.” Gaz reports as they all round the truck and shot extremist forces before ducking behind cover again.

“Just another day at the office.” Price grunts. “Dove, you receive the drive?”

“It’s sitting comfortably in my bra, sir.” Cass replies and grins at the look of surprise on Gaz’s face.

“Right, we deal with this lot and try to contact the others.” Price directed.

“Right behind you, sir.” Gaz responded.

“Cass, you still with us?”

“Always.”

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The gunfire had quietened, the fight was over. Ghost and Soap had rejoined them on the street – Soap in tattered clothing and trousers that were basically a loin cloth.

“Cass!” Soap had called as soon as he saw her. He ran up to her and embraced her and Cass had to pat him on the shoulder to signal a loss of air from his vice grip. Simon slowly approached them, weakened by the amount of exposure his power had taken on him. Gaz and Soap caught him as he nearly collapsed.

“We need to get moving, Laswell has clean up on its way.” Price ordered.

They were picked up in the halo and were off back to base.

Gaz had gone up into the cockpit to speak with the pilot; a habit caused by his last experience with Nik. Soap and Simon were bickering over Soap using Simon’s jumper to at least cover up – but Soap being himself refused. Price kept a close eye on Cass as she sat across from Simon and Soap. She had gone quiet since they had sat and she would periodically check on each of them. She was watching the pair across from them as they argued about Soap’s habit of near full nudity.

“House rules.” The simple statement from her had Soap huffing as he took the offered jumper from Simon and covering himself up. Simon then lifted his balaclava up over his nose, the closest he would come for the moment in reclaiming himself and falling into the Ghost.

“You ain’t told ol’ man off yet.” Soap huffed as he gestured to Price; who in return raised an eyebrow in response.

“He’s keeping me warm for now, the moment we hit the ground he can cool off.” Cass responded and then leant closer to Price.

Soap huffed again as Simon chuckled. Price hadn’t realised he was burning up until he felt the freezing skin on Cass’s shoulders touch his bare arm. Had they been anywhere else the small woman would’ve made Price go release the pent up fire within him. Cool off. For now she was contented with using him as a blanket as she let exhaustion wash over her and drag her into its depths.

[ccristata]

Didn't They Tell Us 'Don't Rush Into Things'? Didn't You Flash Your Green Eyes at Me? (Wonderland pt. 1)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OFC (Original Female Character)

Word Count: 3,017

"Sorry, I don't date cowboys." The girl softened the dismissal with a warm smile but it was a dismissal nonetheless. "What about Naval Aviators?" Jake flashed his best smile, the one where his dimples came out and he looked up through his lashes. "Ugh, even worse." The girl winced, winced. "Really?" "Sorry. Reflex. You say Navy, I shudder."  Or, how Crissa tried her best not to fall in love with the pretty guy at the bar.

Wonderland (Series)

Masterlist

Archive of Our Own

Here it is!!!!! The first instalment, I hope y'all love it as much as I do!

Jake never liked flying when he wasn’t the one in control. It never bothered him until he became a pilot but now there was always a small edge when he stepped off a plane as a passenger. He had just been home for a week and the end of his trip coincided with a big UT game so he decided to stop in Austin for a few days on his way back from the ranch outside of Dallas. The combination of a devastating defeat and his own personal brand of jet lag had him simultaneously exhausted and wired so here he was in a little bar in a little town about an hour away from base.

The bar was quiet without being uncomfortable, it looked like it would be easy to get service but not like he’d have to entertain the bartender. And- oh.

Hel-lo, pretty lady. She was sitting in the corner of the bar with probably the only martini glass in the place in front of her. Her chin was propped on her hand and she was focused on the book in front of her. Who the hell comes to a bar to read??? Jake probably wouldn’t have looked twice in the chaos of Austin with all of the pretty girls in their artfully cutoff shorts and carefully pressed hair. If they were in Austin, he’d have laughed it off as a gimmick, her posturing as an intellectual hoping to catch someone’s eye. But this bar was too small, too out of the way, she really just decided to bring her concerningly large book to a bar. 

She took a sip from her glass and Jake winced when he noticed the bright green color. She was pretty but she had no idea how to drink. He could fix that. It’d be good for his ego after this afternoon. So he walked over, placed himself between her and the next seat (still a respectful distance away thank you very much). He braced his elbows on the bartop and casually waived a hand at the bartender before turning to look at her. Her eyes hadn’t lost their focus since he walked in, he’d have to break it himself.

“Fictional men are always better company aren’t they?” 

She paused for a minute, glass halfway to her lips. She didn’t seem startled so she had noticed his approach. She blinked and turned to look at him. Her lips quirked slightly as her bright eyes focused on his face. Bingo. 

"Sorry, I don't date cowboys." The girl softened the dismissal with a teasing smile but it was a dismissal nonetheless.

"What about Naval Aviators?" Jake flashed his best smile, the one where his dimples came out and he looked up through his lashes. This was a girl who liked to stand out from the norm, of course she wouldn’t be looking for a country boy in Texas.

"Ugh, even worse." The girl winced, winced.

"Really?"

"Sorry. Reflex. You say Navy, I shudder." 

Jake just blinked at her for a moment as she winced again, this time in awkwardness. She softly laughed and offered an explanation.

“My dad was career Army,” she waved, Jake’s eyes caught on her elegantly shaped nails. “it kinda gets trained in.”

“Ahhhh.” Jake nodded slowly. “I was worried you were about to lecture me about the defense budget.”

“The hell would you do about that?” She had a dry humor and a warm smile, today was really turning around. 

Jake shrugged, held out his hand.

“Not much. I’m Jake.” 

She took the hand daintily but her shake was firm.

“It’s nice to meet you Jake.”

The bartender made his way over. Jake passed him his ID and credit card.

“I’ll have a whiskey on the rocks.” See? He wasn’t going to go with a basic beer. “And if the lady…?” 

“The lady can buy her own drinks and is still working on this one.” She scrunched her nose slightly. Her tone was firm but not unwelcoming. 

The bartender nodded, passed Jake’s ID back and went to get his drink, keeping a closer eye on them than before. Good. Jake was glad she had backup in a place like this.

“Army, I can forgive. But please tell me your dad taught you to actually drink.” Jake waived at the artificial monstrosity in front of the girl. She raised her brow.

“I am drinking.” Unimpressed. Noted.

“I- don’t want to impose where I’m unwanted.” God, Jake wanted to be wanted here but his mama would kick his ass if he made a girl uncomfortable. She looked at him before glancing at the nail she was running along the edge of her book, considering.

“You’re- not unwanted… But that attitude is.” She glanced up and down across his face as if she was debating her choice to let him stay. 

The bartender placed Jake’s drink in front of him, they both looked up and smiled. The man’s eyes stayed locked on hers a moment longer before walking back to the patrons at the other side of the bar.

“Fair enough,” Jake could admit when he was wrong and he knows he can be an ass. “what about it is so…” 

She leaned back in her chair a bit, pushing up the sleeves of her pink sweater as she turned more towards him.

“Why dismiss something that makes someone happy? Why impose artificial standards on what makes something… “real”?” She used her hands to make quotation marks in the air, watching for his reaction carefully. Jake pretended like he hadn’t been focused on the collection of varied silver rings across her fingers. “We’re literally at a bar where I can order my appletini, and you can order your whiskey, and one doesn’t negate the other.” Her face scrunched into a brief, adorable frown. “Happiness isn’t a finite resource, dismissing mine doesn’t leave more for you.” She turned her attention back to him intently. 

Jake cocked his head and watched as what she had just said dawned on her. He hated the hesitation creeping onto her face and quickly cut her off.

“I never thought about it that way. It’s a good point.” He nodded and took a sip of his drink and pretended not to notice the way her shoulders relaxed.

“Just…” He turned back with mock seriousness. “please tell me you can take a shot when you need to.” She started to smile again.

“In what situation would I ever need to take a shot?” She laughed. “But yes, I can. And I’m sorry for the social commentary, this is what you get when you interrupt my John Stewart Mill reading.” That little loss of confidence was back. 

Jake winced with his next sip more from the shock of her words than the burn of the alcohol. He turned back to her quickly.

“You’re reading philosophy at a bar????” He knew the book looked intimidating but figured it was some kind of fiction with an ornate cover. 

She looked slightly bashful but was clearly preening under the attention. This was going to be so much fun.

“You don’t?” Teasing smile and she bit her lip as Jake just kept staring at her. “Where else would I do it?” Half shrug.

“You got me there.” Jake waived his hand in defeat. 

She chuckled and didn’t move away when he leaned in to pull the book closer to himself. He flipped between a couple of pages before returning to where she had it open.

“Hasn’t Utilitarianism been debunked?” Her face dropped in annoyance.

“‘Debunked'’ is a strong word.” Jake looked up in amusement. She sighed. “But yes, like most, if not all, systems of determining societal-slash-governmental morality, it is better in the theoretical than the practical.” She frowned. 

Jake leaned in, watching her face carefully.

“You want it to work don’t you?” She sighed and put her chin back in her hand.

“I really, really do.” Jake stifled his laughter and instead pulled out a sympathetic face.

“It’s a shame that real life is so messy that we have to balance pragmatism with the nice, pretty theoretics.” She looked at him, considering.

“That’s surprisingly insightful for a Navy guy. Guess you aren’t all just pretty faces.”

Jake’s jaw fell open.

“Seriously? We were having a nice conversation and you have to bring stereotypes into it?” Her lips pulled up in amusement. “Doesn’t that go against your whole, ‘don’t dismiss my happiness’ thing?” 

“And what are you doing to break stereotypes?” Her voice was incredulous. Jake raised his brows at her. She gestured up and down at him. “You’re practically a walking Ken doll.” She scoffed and Jake threw his head back in laughter. She hid her smile behind her glass.

“Well thank you. I think.” 

She shrugged.

“It’s the best compliment you’re going to get unless I forget you’re Navy.” She admitted.

“Well, thank you for the compliment and for managing my expectations then.” Jake’s voice was dry.

“I’m all about managing expectations, flyboy.” She was almost smug.

“Alright then, what are the odds I leave today with your number?” Jake let the condescending nickname go and was mesmerized with the flash of shock and excitement that so quickly turned to an apologetic grimace. He winced and nodded.

“That low huh? Guess I should have figured.”

“It’s not you. Really! I just don’t give my number to guys… in bars…at night…” Her eyes were darting across his face quickly as she trailed off. Jake propped his chin on his hand.

“So if we… had met in a coffee shop… at… say, 10am…” He waved his hand. She licked her bottom lip. “You’d have considered breaking your other rule?” He finished. 

She furrowed her brow in confusion. 

Jake leaned in so there was only an inch between them, watching her eyes dilate with the proximity.

“You’d have thought about dating a cowboy?” He raised his brows, pushing his best earnest expression. 

It took her a moment to react and then surprise-amusement-regret-embarrassment-amusement flashed before his eyes. She leaned back the tiniest amount to duck her head and nodded. 

“Yeah, I’da thought about it.” Under her breath and with the strongest drawl he’d gotten from her all night. 

Jake calmly leaned back in his chair and she looked up to track the movement.

“Damn.” He kept his voice soft too. She grimaced again, looking so regretful Jake wanted to push for it. Instead he sniffed and cocked his head at her nervous expression.

“What are the odds I get your name?” She jolted up in surprise.

“Oh!” An embarrassed smile. “Good. Very good.” She nodded. “It’s Crissa.”

“Crissa” Jake mouthed and she laughed lightly. He nodded as his eyes scanned the bottles behind the bar.

“You approve?” Her voice was teasing again. 

He bobbed his head left to right and back again, pretending to consider. 

She laughed. “Do I get to keep it?”

“I’ll allow it.” He nodded. She raised her brows.

“You’ll allow my name?” Dry, warning. Jake just smiled. “I should hope so. I suppose I’ll allow you to stay.” She flipped her shiny brown ponytail towards him. 

Jake laughed and gently squeezed her wrist.

“Thank you, your majesty.” Mock earnestness seemed the way to get her flustered and… bingo. Her bottom lip was drifting towards her teeth even as a smile was pulling again. 

“Now,” Jake waved at both of their now empty glasses, “can I please get you something?” She blinked, hesitancy creeping onto her face. “Some water? Something? I feel like I should compensate you somehow for interrupting your quality time with Mr. Mill.” He nodded towards her book. 

Crissa glanced down in surprise at the open book and laughed. She shut it and glanced at her watch.

“You really don’t have to get me anything. You’ve already made up for the interruption.” That sweet, bashful smile pulled one of her cheeks up enough to show off one dimple. “But I will have another drink, whether you buy it or I do.”

“Hasn’t anyone ever taught you this? You’re a beautiful girl in a bar. You’re supposed to get free drinks.” Jake waited for her to tease him back, not the surprised regret he was met with. She looked down at the hand he still had gently resting against her before responding.

“Oh, I don’t- People don… Nevermind.” She shook her head, before pulling it back up to look at him. “Thank you.” It was quiet and determined. 

Jake blinked at her before offering a gentle smile and an even gentler squeeze. This time he lifted his hand from her wrist to flag the bartender down again. 

She leaned closer to his side, nearly shoulder to shoulder.

“You could sit down, you know?” He looked down at her and she had that mischievous look in her smart eyes again. Jake took the opportunity to take in the way her face fit together. Her bangs brushed across her brows and framed her lightly freckled cheeks. When she smiled, her dimples came out and her eyes scrunched. Her sharp jaw and bone structure contrasted with the sweet roundness of her cheeks and her long lashes. He smiled softly.

“I am capable of sitting down, you are correct.” 

She rolled her eyes and bumped her forehead against his shoulder with a groan. 

Jake chuckled as the bartender finally came up for their orders.

“Two appletinis please.” Jake put up two fingers as he calmly ordered. Crissa’s head shot up in surprise. “Two shots of Tequila, and I’ll close out.” The bartender nodded and Crissa chuckled. Jake patted her thigh before pulling the empty barstool closer to hers and sitting.

“Please tell me you’re actually going to be able to shoot that Tequila and you’re not just using it as a cover for that girly drink you just ordered.” 

Jake put his hands up in surrender at the thick sarchasm in her voice.

“I’ll do my best. But you know you really shouldn’t dismiss other people’s drink choices. Don’t yuck my yum.” Jake regarded her seriously as the bartender placed their shots in front of them.

“Don-” Crissa laughed. She licked the back of her hand and turned to look at him as she grabbed the salt. “Don’t ‘yuck your yum’?” 

Jake shrugged.

“I have nieces and nephews.” 

Crissa pursed her lips together in amusement.

“Niblings.”

“What?” Jake froze, the salt hovering above his hand.

“Niblings. It’s the gender-neutral, plural of the children of your siblings. Plus it’s adorable.”

Jake mouthed the word before nodding.

“That is… so much better.”

“Isn’t it?” Crissa giggled. They both picked up the slices of lime from the top of the glasses.

“Now,” He turned to fully face her and nodded to the shot. “You gonna show me how it’s done?” 

She looked at him and smirked. He raised a brow and she reached over to grab his wrist. She quickly licked the salt off of his hand, downed her shot, and turned his hand to bite into the lime he was holding, fighting back a reaction to the liquor.

The bartender walked back over with their two other drinks as Jake sat in mild shock. Crissa looked up cheerfully.

“Thank you!” 

He nodded at her and left again as Jake shook his head.

“What’s gotten into you? And don’t say Tequila because you only just had that.” 

She giggled.

“I don’t know. You must be one of those bad influences my parents warned me about.” But her eyes were bright and amused.

“In that case,” Her face dropped a little. “Come ‘ere pretty girl.” Jake grabbed her hand and she laughed. He took his shot the same way she took hers. She squeezed his hand when he grimaced at the burn. He smiled at the sight of the flush traveling up her face and squeezed back before letting go of her hand.

“Here,” she picked up one of the stems, “Cheers.”

“Cheers.” They bumped the glasses against each other and Jake took a sip.

“Well?” She was expectant. Jake paused to consider.

“Better than I expected.” 

“See!” She hit his arm and reached for her glass as he laughed.

“I’m glad I tried it but I think I’ll stick with my whiskey.” She shrugged.

“I hoped I’d convert you but oh well.”

“Well, the good news is that we’re here, in a bar, where you can order your appletini, and I can order my whiskey, and one doesn’t negate the other.”

She smiled, embarrassed again and bit her lip as she ducked her head. He nudged their shoulders against each other.

“I learned that from a pretty insightful girl I met at a bar this one time.”

“Sounds like you should keep a girl like that around.” She looked up at him with a smile and a nudge back.

“I’m trying to!” The smile froze and then fell.

“Right, sorry.”

The bartender handed Jake his check and he quickly filled it out before tucking his wallet back into his pocket. 

“Alright, well here.” Jake grabbed a napkin and scrawled his number across it. Crissa watched him intently. He knew he was going to miss that focus the moment he left. “You never said anything about taking phone numbers from guys in bars at night.” She smiled at his gentle teasing and took the offered napkin, letting out a soft laugh at the Flyboy: written above the number. “And just in case you find yourself in a coffee shop, say, around 10?” He pinned her with a look. “And you want to give me a call.” 

“Okay.” Her voice was quiet and she looked thoroughly flattered. “Thank you.” 

Jake smiled back and grabbed her hand. He kissed the back of it and admired the surprise spreading across her face one more time.

“You’re welcome, your majesty.” He gave her her hand back and tipped an invisible hat at her. “Goodnight ma’am.” Bringing the drawl out in full force.

She opened her mouth as if to respond but just shook her head and laughed. Jake turned and his ears caught a soft, “Goodnight!” as he stepped outside.

@ahopelessromanticwritersworld

[oneluckygoose]

ABSOLUTELY!!!

This got me thinking so like a lot of headcannons under cut

Most of their more public pranks are attributed to the Marauders until Mc. Gonoggle steps in and is like “Pardon? My children don’t do THAT.” And so everyone thinks there’s this strange group going around and pulling things so discretely (which is the truth) but others still think it’s either the Marauders or Peeves.

The Maraurders find out when Sirius and Reggie reconcile and they become partners in crime IMMEDIATELY, but as it turns out most of the Skittles’ pranks are COMPLETE accidents so the Marauders take them under their wing to train them in the ways of intentional chaos.

This proves very detrimental to people trying to figure out who did what because the pranks get more and more elaborate while also more carefully planed and it’s just beautifully disastrous.

It also becomes a mix of intentional pranks with chaotic accidents (like the time they accidentally started the ghosts of Hogwarts meetings in the dungeons, they’re not sure how that happened either), and like an accident will lead to a prank and vice versa.

The skittles try and convince the Marauders to do stuff to the shrieking shack at one point, and the Marauders are like “uhhhhhh might not be the best ideaaaa” and the skittles are confused but oblige, and when Remus eventually tells Reg, Regulus also shuts down (typically Evan’s) Shack ideas.

The Skittles end up absolutely RELYING on the map when they get their hands on it and tremendously adding to it, especially in the dungeons and Slytherin common room. The Marauders also hand down the map to them when they leave and the skittles eventually hide it in the Gryffindor wing when they are forced to get their marks because the map won’t talk to them anymore, so they figure it should go back to where it belonged with the Gryffindors, which is where Fred and George find it.

One time Snape tries to join in on their shenanigans and the Marauders are like “Absolutely not” and the Skittles realize quickly that Snape will turn everything they do into either something boring or extremely cruel, Barty was the last one to agree to not include Snape (because he honestly kinda liked the idea of turning the Hufflepuffs food into rats for a week, but Evan, Pandora, and Reg (who have been starved by their family as punishment) were completely not on board so that didn’t happen), though eventually he sees Snape talking shit about Evan being Gay and that doesn’t Fucking fly so Snape is gone right after.

One day when Remus and Evan team up for something, Remus notices Evan and Barty doing something and goes “mmmm, that’s what I did with Sirius before we got together” and he and Evan eventually end up talking (also discovering the chamber of secrets simultaneously but they couldn’t get past the parsletounge door) and Evan confesses about being fully in love with Barty and Remus is like “my man go tell him” and now rosekiller is a thing and Remus is very proud. (About the same thing happens with Sirius and Barty after the same exact interaction)

Also Remus and Even are a surprisingly good team??? Remus’s planning and wit with Evan’s psychotic but brilliant ideas make the best pranks and they NEVER get caught. On the other hand; Sirius and Barty also make an amazing team because Barty is insane and Sirius is fully down and is the best one to get them out of it (Sirius also is Barty’s Moral checker) but they get caught way too much for it to be safe. James and Regulus obviously hit it off but their main job is to make sure everything is happening the way it’s supposed to, even if they get distracted here or there [ ;) ;) ]. Pandora and Peter also match up, but they mainly do the material gathering and set up for the pranks rather than carrying them out, which they seem to enjoy more (it gives them a chance to actually talk about potions and herbology with someone for a while).

All in all they’re a horrifically perfect prank team that pulls LEGENDARY pranks, a lot of which are completely unnoticed or not discovered until 20 years later. (Looking back on it, they’re Pretty sure they found a horcrux at one point and threw it into the Room of Requirement not knowing what it was, they found it while trying to draw the Ravenclaw ghost into the Great Hall which WORKED ACTUALLY)

The skittles did their kept their pranks going in the last year they had without the Marauders, but everyone there could tell there was something different about it from the last two years of pranks. The Skittle’s style reverted back to what it had been their fourth year, mainly accidental and a touch too insane for it to be an actual prank, and they realized that the Marauders had probably been the best thing to happen to their schemes. It was a little bit heartbreaking, to say the least.

Evan was shocked in their 7th year because when in DADA they finally covered dementors, it was a memory of their entire group that he conjured to produce his patronus (which was a hawk). He supposed it was the way they all worked together, the way they helped each other, the way it filled him with adrenaline fueled joy. He never told anyone but Barty, and he only told him after October of 1981.

The Marauders were a shockingly bright spot in the Skittle’s Hogwarts career, and together as a team they likely changed Hogwarts. Whether or not either group would admit it after the Skittles got their marks, they were a wonderful team who could do incredible things if they worked together.

i love the idea that the skittles had their own adventures at hogwarts that were more chaotic than the marauders' but they're lowkey about it. like oh, you guys were the ones who put that giant squid in the lake? cool. barty is currently possessed by a 16th century demon pandora accidentally released. it hasn't done anything yet and he seems fine and we're late to potions so we'll deal with that when he starts levitating while speaking in a dead language.

[child-of-eris]

Jason Grace x Child of Eris!Reader Headcanons

Pairing: Jason Grace x Child of Eris!Reader

Warnings: Probably OC Jason, Piper and Jason were never dating, LIGHT violence, idk

This is after The Blood of Olympus and before The Trails of Apollo. I have also taken some... creative liberties. It’s way too detailed and I may as well have just written a fic but too late. Lemme know if you guys wanna see a fic or anything else, really. 

How you meet:

You meet at Camp Half-Blood a few days after the war with Gaia

Jason is heading to the infirmary to visit Nico (and maybe tease him about a certain son of Apollo a bit, but hey, who can blame him?)

You’re sitting on the front steps of the Big House, a bandage on your left cheek and clothes still bloody. 

He doesn’t realize he’s staring until you clear your throat and look at him

“You gonna say something or just stare at me?”

He goes bright red, apologizes flying out of his mouth

“I’m so sorry, it’s just, well, why are you still so...”

“Bloody?” you ask, a grin starting to form. It’s a little scary, if he’s honest. 

You explain you haven’t been back to cabin 42 yet, as it got damaged in the battle, so you’ve been helping around camp instead and sleeping in tents with your siblings

“Besides, the chaos helps me stay focused.”

It takes Jason a few minutes to remember what demigods cabin 42 is home to until...

“You’re a child of Eris?”

He couldn’t really believe that YOU were a child of Eris. Sure, your smile was startling, but he had a feeling that was on purpose. 

Besides that, you seemed... well, like a normal, admittedly attractive demigod

“Is that a problem?” 

Stuttering out a panicked “of course not!” and more apologies, he stops short when you begin to laugh

You say you were just teasing him, and with a genuine smile (which was really nice, actually) you excuse yourself and walk away towards the mess hall. 

He watches you leave, face still red, and can’t help but want to talk with you again

Becoming friends:

He’s sees you again standing outside your cabin, talking to a younger girl who is bouncing in place and a older boy beside you who is dressed in all black. 

He goes to talk to you, but before he can, you wave at them and vanish into the shadows.

He feels his breath catch in his lungs. 

You can shadow travel???

She’s a granddaughter of Nyx, idiot, of course she can.

He walks back to his cabin in a daze, wondering why he wanted to see you again so bad. 

The next day he manages to catch up to you as you walk to the mess hall for lunch

He jogs to catch up and awkwardly says he never caught your name

When you introduce yourself, he tells you his name as well

“I know who you are, Grace.”

With an embarrassed laugh (he really needed to get it together), he asks if you wanted to spar sometime

“Like for fun? Sure.”

And that’s where it all started

Fluffy times:

You’re always there for each other

People get confused, because you 2 seem so different

That doesn’t stop you from beating the hell out of each other in the arena one moment and laughing together the next

He gets permission to sit at your table sometimes

All your siblings love him, but also tease you relentlessly

“Here comes your boyfriend-” “Shut up you are the worst oh my gods-”

You definitely don’t like him

Definitely 

He loosens up more around you more than most people, laughing and stealing fries from your plate

He goes to you when his doubts take over and he’s left wondering if he’s good enough

“I messed up the one chance I had with my father. Who says I won’t mess up again?”

You kinda hate Zeus/Jupiter for that, but you’ll never say anything

You’d rather not be struck down, thank you

The day he decides to actually acknowledge his growing crush on you is about 4 months later

He busts into cabin 9 in search of Leo, and very uncharacteristically freaks out

Leo laughs at him for a solid 5 minutes before he finally stops and takes the situation seriously

“Tell them.”

“But-”

“Tell them.”

So he would… when the time was right

The right time:

Turns out “the right time” tends to never come

He tried to say something several times

But for the first time in a long, long time, he can’t seem to find the courage

Part of him relishes in feeling like a normal guy with a crush

The rest of him wants to bang his head against a wall

So he definitely did not plan to tell you how he felt on a cold December afternoon

Everything was normal, you were both walking to the climbing wall for some fun, when you heard yelling from Half-Blood Hill

You 2 go racing to the top of the hill, only to find a terrified satyr attempting to protect 3 young kids, likely demigods

Jason is in the air before you can blink, flying towards the hellhound that threatens them

Despite having only a dagger, you rush forward as well, unwilling to let Jason fight alone

You two fight well together after months of training, enough so to distract the truck-sized hellhound and allow the kids and satyr to make it past the border

A dagger isn’t the best weapon against a giant canine, however, so you’re forced to be constantly moving to avoid claws and teeth

When you misstep roll your ankle, you yelp as your leg gives out under you, loud enough to distract Jason, who is immediately slapped by a large paw and thrown against Thalia’s tree

The hellhound advances towards him, but before it can get too far, you roll under it and directly into it’s shadow on the ground and out beside Jason

Grabbing onto him, you pull him into the only safe place you can think of

The Zeus cabin

After nights sneaking in and watching movies (and technically breaking the rules but hey, what Chiron doesn’t know won’t hurt him), it feels safer than anywhere else

Or to be more precise, Jason feels safe and the Zeus cabin is Jason’s home

Popping out from Zeus’ statue’s shadow, you quickly sit up and lean over him, desperate to see if he’s okay

And that’s when he kisses you

It doesn’t last long, but when you part, you can only stare at him

“You’re not concussed, right?”

He laughs and shakes his head (and you’ll later find out he was, but he insists he would have kissed you regardless)

“No, no, I’ve wanted to do that for... awhile.”

So you kiss him again, and then panic when he groans in pain after trying to sit up

(Off to the infirmary you go, where you would find a disapproving son of Apollo and a son of Hades who laughs for 5 minutes when he hears that he got taken down by a hellhound of all things)

But looking at you, talking with Nico while Will attempts to give him more ambrosia, he finds he’s happier than he’s been in a long, long time

He’s finally home

[cheesus-doodles]

How do you think platonic Yandere toman would react to reader meeting the haitani brothers and being friends with them?

this was one of the hardest shorts that i have ever written, no lie. i got stuck on it for so long just thinking about what to write, where to go, and i'm just kinda relief that i'm finally done with this. didn't manage to include the toman boys here, but maybe in another part? written this as a continuation to Leaving You, but more as an addition to that spinoff rather than a part 2. dedicated to this patient anon and also you know who you are ^^

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Canon continuation to Leaving You.

Recommended Readings: Leaving You

Masterlist

tw: yandere, violence

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Light of Day

Yandere Platonic Toman Boys

The glint of sunlight that caught the blade of the knife right before it plunged into your flesh was the first time you had made yourself known in their world. From their vantage point seated atop the rotting husks of several scraped cars, the way you fell looked just like a petal dropping free from its flower, your hair tossed up into a momentary halo around your head that glowed and glittered in the sun as you gently crumpled towards the ground, right before you were caught midair by a blond-haired boy. Dressed in neither the black of Toman uniforms nor the white of Valhalla's, the whimper of your name was as if the chime of a bell that resonated across the battlefield, an eerie silence immediately falling upon the pandemonium that reigned the abandoned lot just moments ago.

Under the cruel afternoon sun that unrelentingly bathed the earth in its hellish heat, and the gaze of their cold violet eyes, the lot seemed to almost freeze in time, watching, waiting with bated breaths as you lay panting on the ground, fingers delicately exploring your newly acquired wound. Yet even while clad in just your simple shirt and shorts, the quiet huff of pain that still managed to slip through your tightly clenched teeth was already enough to plunge the momentary peace straight back into absolute chaos. They watched as calls for ambulances rang up and above the ensuing turmoil, as you were ever so carefully let down onto the dirt floor, Baji, the former First Division Toman Captain, immediately getting to work administering first aid with a makeshift bandage torn from his own shirt. And then there was Kazutora, who had only then noticed the splatter of blood, your blood, that had gotten onto his hands, and had all but shut down, shaking gaze locked onto equally trembling hands.

Lest to say, the Haitaini brothers were instantly intrigued. Amidst the clash of giants, your gentle cry had been enough to draw both white and black to your side, ending the fight that had been set to determine the fate of Tokyo. Enough to send a wave of ashen faces rippling through the Toman forces, as they seemingly recognised you, or perhaps just your name, despite your lack of uniform. Enough to send the Invincible Mikey into an absolute fit of rage, striking down Hanma with a single blow to his temple, and then turning those wrath-filled eyes on Kazutora, even as your own eyes slipped shut under the hateful glare of the sun.

Who were you? Ran mused, his uninterested expression never slipping as he watched several of the Toman founders fly into a panic at your sudden lack of response, while others could only watch on dumbfounded as Mikey lashed out at Kazutora for his supposed sins. For dragging you into this world, it seemed, Rindo barely able to make out the accusation roared before the Valhalla third-in-charge was sent flying with a fist to his face, which meant that you belonged to neither Toman nor Valhalla. Then how were you connected? How did a fragile little thing like you wield so much influence having never dipped your toes into the dark?

They could only wonder to themselves, you fighting what they knew to be agonising pain as you struggled onto your side, only to have all your effort be in vain when your legs were knocked out from under you by Draken, and you were forced back down onto your back by Baji, who quickly resumed reinforcing his bandage with yet another strip of his shirt. Yet it was your weak call that stopped Mikey’s rampage in an instant, the boy favouring pattering over to check on you over pummeling your attacker.

But it seemed at this point in time, you were destined to remain an enigma, the wails of the ambulance sirens drawing nearer a warning that their time here was drawing to a close. You did still have one last surprise to give to the two infamous brothers, the soft, comforting mutter of your friend’s name as he pulled you into his lap, one almost too faint to catch from their distance if not for the sudden draft that picked up and floated your voice over. One that sent shivers up their spines for reasons they couldn't discern. Turning back to spare you one last glance, the sight of a retreating Toman, the unexpected victor of the match, was only overcasted by your pale face, now shadowed by Kazutora's, you reaching out to soothe him even when you were the one vulnerable and gasping for air.

Neither brothers were inclined to stay beyond that, the risk of being caught and arrested again outweighing their curiosity, and sight of you and Kazutora quickly disappeared as they rounded the corner of an alley, vanishing into the crowds of Shibuya. Though even with the momentary fascination they had, their memory of you quickly faded with every setting sun, the rays of dying light that signalled the start of their reign over the back alleys of Roppongi stealing any thought of you away. In the dark of night where countless stars dotted the sky, and where only the occasional rays of moonlight peaked through its cover of clouds, the Haitani brothers went about their business, the cries for mercy and the blood and sweat that washed their hands a much more exciting, genuine sensation than whatever lingering thoughts they had about you.

Or so they assumed, right up till you burst back into their world with a vengeance a few weeks later, carrying with you a light that, much like moths to an open flame, they couldn’t help but be drawn to. Once again it was a gentle exhale floated over by the dry draft, above the muted hustle and bustle from the main street, that had caught their attention, one that had them whirling back to find you having appeared seemingly from nowhere, picking your way down the alley where they could have sworn they left no conscious beings.

A far cry from the ashen, unmoving figure that had first caught their attention with a quiet huff, they easily recognised you even though your face was now flushed with life. Though he mused, Ran’s lips quirking up into a lazy smile, the apologies that spilled freely from your lips were amusing, your painfully careful steps across the alley obviously an absolute failure. Shoes clicking against the concrete pavement, it was inevitable that you would step on strewn hands or hair, though you still, for some reason beyond them, made sure to try your best to avoid the fallen men on the ground. Gaze turned towards the floor, you only barely managed to avoid walking straight into them, swirling to the side as soon as their shoes came into your line of sight, the top of your head barely grazing their clothes. Just in time as always, it seemed.

“Oops sorry! Didn’t see you there.” Your eyes finally turning up from the floor, you froze, the black of the other’s clothing instantly seering itself into your mind - the past few days and weeks had more than taught you about needing to avoid other Toman members for their own safety. Though your brain quickly registered that the black garment the two boys wore wasn’t that all too familiar uniform like you had feared, it still took a few seconds for you to recover from the initial scare, before you glanced up, phone held loosely in one hand. “I’m just really lost right now.”

Wide eyes that glimmered with a certain innocence flickered up to meet their violet ones unhesitantly, a brilliant smile, one that seemed to light up even the shadow of the towering buildings around you washing onto your face. You didn’t recognise the supposedly notorious brothers that even civilians tread gingerly around, face lacking the slightest bit of fear as you eagerly examined something about them, your obvious excitement readable with one glance. Did you not notice the broken and bleeding men strewn across the alley, an obvious outcome of their actions? Or did you not care? Either way, he was certain that there was no way you were Valhalla, or even Toman, mused the older of the two, allowing his eyes to roam you as you did him - too innocent, too genuine, too vulnerable. Yet there you had been, almost effortlessly putting an end to the clash between Toman and Valhalla. Not without sacrifice on your part though, the memory of you laying unmoving on the ground one that came roaring back to the front of his mind.

The rustling of garbage bags, and now the groans of pain from the men slowly coming back to consciousness, as a gentle breeze blew down the alley filled the moment of peace. It didn’t manage to offset the heat that still lingered from the blazing afternoon sun, but it was a welcomed relief nonetheless.

“I love both your hairstyles!”

The brothers blinked. That was - unexpected, far from what they might have assumed. But it was easy to tell that you told no lies, one look into your eyes revealing the sincerity and fascination shining through from its depths, even as you quirked your head this way and that. “How do you do your braids so neatly around the bands of color? And I love the alternating blue of yours!”

“Is it okay if I-” You started, the eagerness clear, dainty hand already reaching out towards them, almost as if in a trance. But you were halted before you could reach them, your phone going off with a cheerful chime that had you scrambling to react, delicate fingers flying over the keyboard in a haste. “Oh shit, I’m already late!”

Now with a more frantic look in your doe eyes, you turned back yet again to face them, pointing at something on your small screen. “Sorry to bother, but do you know where this shop is?”

“To the left after you exit at the main street.” Came the mumbled response from Rindo, surprising even himself when the answer had slipped out from his lips.

“Right, thank you!" You hopped a few playful steps past them, before turning back to grin one last sweet smile at them. "You have to teach me someday!"

A quick wave of your hand, your hair streaming behind you as you sped round the corner and disappeared from sight could have been mistaken for the final rays of light from the dying sun sinking below the horizon in the distance, the night slowly but surely chasing away the light of day as the dark seeped into the sky.

The disappointment that wrenched their gut was equally unexpected, though neither Ran nor Rindo were able to comprehend what brought about the feeling of dismay that set over them at not having the opportunity to have your delicate fingers tangled in their hair. It was as if the shadow of the alley somehow became darker when your kind, pure smile no longer beamed at them. Who were you, they wondered, taking a seat on the backs of one of their fallen victims, earning them only a single oof, with no one daring to lift a finger after their previous beatings. What did you do to them?

Even with great difficulty, their second memory of you was impossible to dislodge, thoughts of you seemingly popping up no matter what they were doing. Everything reminded them of you and your soft smile: the small flower blooming through the blood pooling in the cracks of the pavement, the first rays of light that gently fell upon them when they finally stumbled home, tired and bloodied, after a long night of putting others in their place. You were haunting their every step, but the Haitani brothers would be lying if they said they hated it - there was just something about the warm and genuine affection shining through your eyes that had them already craving to see again.

But without even your name to go by, neither Ran nor Rindo seemed to be able to find even a trace of you no matter how hard they looked, prowling every street and back alley of both Roppongi and Shibuya both night and day. And taking their anger out on Toman members didn’t do the trick either, their faces very obviously paling beyond what was usually humanly possible when questioned under the promise of torture. No man was willing to let your name pass their lips even on their last inch of life - it seemed that something had happened within the gang, something that had even you freezing on sight of a possible Toman uniform. With their hands now essentially tied, all they could do was sit and wait and hope that their little light would come back.

“I found you!” The sound of your gentle voice, one that they had been eagerly awaiting for the past week, finally wafted over on the soft breeze, much like the break of dawn of a new day. Light steps that barely made a click against the road, you somehow managed to have tracked them down yet again in the winding back roads of Roppongi. Though to be fair, where you found them this round was just a stone's throw from that shop you had been looking for the previous time.

The school uniform you were clad in today, still neatly pressed and tucked despite a whole day of school, seemed to only accentuate your innocence to the harsh realities of their world.

Sticking your hand out, you introduced yourself with a somewhat sheepish smile, the other hand fiddling with the cloth of your top. “Sorry, I really didn’t mean to rush off like that last time.”

"Ran." "Rindo." Taking turns to grasp your hand ever so delicately, you felt especially breakable, especially vulnerable, clasped between their white gloves, the same ones that had been drenched in the tainted blood of others. Just a single twist of their hand, or a hard grip, and they were sure your bones in their grip would shatter like glass, yet you didn’t seem the least bit concerned, their names sounding heavenly coming from your lips.

Retrieving your hand, you briefly turned to retrieve two small packets, those clear plastic ones that rustled with every move, from your sling bag. Chuckling slightly to yourself under your breath as you handed them out, the lingering touch of both brothers' hands on yours as they received your gifts all but lost on you. Taiyaki. But not just any run-of-the-mill taiyaki, with the fish-shaped snacks, neatly wrapped in a ribbon, instead having been carefully customised by hand to feature two very familiar, very eye-catching hairdos. "I made these earlier this morning, had to hide them aside for you two!"

Intricate little braids of and streaks of hair of varying browns crowned the heads of each fish, the care that you put into each and every painstaking detail obvious even with a courteous glance. And for the first time in a very long time, the duo didn’t feel like they were just the Haitani brothers, a synonymous blob to be feared and avoided at all costs, that preyed on the weak in the dark and in the night - in your wide, innocent eyes, they were just Ran and Rindo. New friends that had helped you navigate the maze that was Roppongi, and that you had returned to thank.

"Maybe one day if I have time, you can show me how you do your hair like that." How did you do that? How did you seem to bring the sun with you, flushing their world with light and color even when you were hidden in the shade of the narrow alleyway?

Yet just like their previous encounter with you, it seemed that with just a blink of their violet eyes, your time with them was up once again. As if on queue, your phone went on with that despicable chime, and with one last soft, teasing remark about hoping that they liked your snack, you bid them farewell, light footsteps pattering the short distance to the main street exit past them.

Forced to just stand aside and watch your back retreat into the distance, hands lightly locked behind your back as you hummed a short tune under your breath, a bounce in your steps as you skipped out of their lives, no words needed to pass between the two brothers for them to come to the same conclusion, the realization striking them in the depths of their chest, as fast as quick as their own brutal attacks. How frail, how delicate you looked next to everyone, yet you lacked fear, the only thing shining out for your eyes from your gentle soul was kindness and sincerity.

It wasn’t that Ran and Rindo didn't want to hear your pleas or cries, they mused silently, the color of their world seemingly drained away with your parting. But what they needed wasn’t to hear your pleas of mercy - what they needed was to see tears well up in those doe eyes of yours, to see your tears shed on their behalf. The aching desire to hear your voice crack as you pleaded for them to stay safe, clutching onto their robes like they had seen you back when you first burst into their world in a blaze of selflessness, maybe bury your face into their robes as they promised you anything and everything under the sun.

It was rather unexpected, they had to admit, how two brutal sadists like them would come to crave your light of day in the eternal midnight they lived in. To crave your light brushes of your fingers running through their hair in the comfort of their home, or maybe even yours, where you would be safe away from the prying eyes of the night. They longed to keep your fragility only for them - your love, your kindness, your light of day that chased away the moonless night of their world. Yet at the moment, all they could do was watch.

[anonquack]

| Best Friend |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 10661

Warnings: Some curse words and overthinking. This one got a bit long!

Summary: After a CC Convention is announced, you and your friends plan to meet up for it. You expect to enjoy yourself with friends but instead are forced to deal with feelings you didn't even know you had. Luckily, your friends are there to give you a push in the right direction.

"Okay but height comparison between Quackity and Sapnap when??" You asked midst all the chaos occurring on that wonderful night. Despite your busy schedule, you'd gotten some time off to finally stream and some friends to keep you company.

Which resulted in this mess of a stream you were now broadcasting.

Your question caught their attention, and a soft scoff could be heard from Sapnap's mic.

"You're kidding, right? You're basically saying you need to CHECK that I'm taller when we already know that's true. You're insulting me." Sapnap said, the cockiness evident in his tone. You couldn't help but stare at your monitor in amusement at how sure of himself he sounded.

"That's not true. Literally check the height check Karl and I had versus the one Sapnap had with him." Quackity argued back, earning scoffs from almost everyone on the call.

"I know you're trying to use that to back you up, but you're just proving my point." Sapnap was intense whenever he became competitive or got into arguments, so you could only raise your brows as you watched chat fly by with their own opinions on the discussion, including their very questionable comments regarding Sapnap and how attractive he was being.

"Well, personally," Bad quipped in, "I think Sapnap's the taller one. Just makes the most sense since Quackity gives off Short Person Energy."

"Yeah? Well keep that WRONG opinion to yourself. That shit's embarrassing-"

"Language!" Bad interrupts Quackity, eliciting a laugh from everyone on call.

"You know chat," you call out after pondering on a solution for a bit, "We can figure this all out during the meetup!"

"Meetup?" Bad asked, confusion evident in his tone. You could almost see his furrowed brows and confused smile.

"Yes, Bad, meet-up. All four of us. Plus the others. And you guys, if you decide to go." The last bit was directed at the viewers. "Don't you remember? The convention is a thing that's supposed to be happening this year."

"Ohhh." He let out a small sound, as if his memory was finally coming back. "I haven't decided if I'm going yet." He admits softly.

"You most certainly are! You have to be there so I can beat BOTH Sapnap and you up once we all find out I'm the taller one." Quackity chimes in finally, teasing tone evident.

"As if," Sapnap scoffs, "Bad and I will literally kick your ass."

"Language." Soft as ever, and also a sign that it's getting late. You look over at your monitor, which displayed the time before letting out a small gasp.

"Oh- it's late. I hope I haven't been keeping you guys awake for too long. It's probably best we end for tonight anyway." You hum softly as you click some tabs away, noticing the faint sounds of stretching heard in the background of the call.

"It's fine, I wasn't even tired until you mentioned how late it was. You should've kept quiet." Quackity says with a patronizing tone, to which you simply chuckle.

"Thank you guys for sticking around. I really had a lot of fun.. we should do this more often. Us four." It was an honest confession, but perhaps too soft for them all and too personal for the audience to listen in on too.

"I had fun too, you should invite me to your streams more often, or, whatever." Sapnap mumbles, sounding a bit tired as well, but sincere despite the lack of care in his words.

It results in a small smile on your face anyway.

"Bye!! Thank you for inviting us, I'm gonna miss messing around with you all. Sleep well." Bad adds, a small whine to his voice as they all start saying their goodbyes.

As they finish up their goodbyes, you quickly deafen to start saying your own goodbyes to chat and thanking the last minute subs rolling in.

After all is over, you finish closing up the tabs, leaving the discord one last. As you're about to officially leave the call, you realize there is still one person there. He hadn't left.

"Quackity-?" You'd voiced out in confusion after undeafening. You'd thought they'd all leave while you took your sweet time saying goodbye.

"Yeah?" He sounded confused by your own confusion. You couldn't help the small smile that appeared on your face.

"Were you waiting for me to end or did you just forget to leave the call?" It was a genuine question, but perhaps a teasing tone slipped in towards the end.

"I was waiting, I'm not an asshole nor a dumbass." He lets out a laugh before continuing. "I just wanted to say I had fun tonight."

You hummed softly, "I'm glad you did. I had fun too."

"If I'm being honest, I wasn't feeling all too well, and just, joking around with you.. Sapnap, and Bad.. well it was just really nice. Thank you." His tone was soft, filled your headphones so nicely and brought comfort into the air.

"Oh, well it's good that you're feeling better now, but if you ever aren't feeling up for a stream.. please tell me, okay? Your wellbeing is much more important to me than a scuffed stream."

"No no, it's fine. I needed something to distract myself with and you all helped so much. It really got me excited for the meet-up. I- I can't wait to hang out with you in person. With all of you, I mean."

The smile on your face grew, almost to the point where it had your cheeks hurting. "I can't wait to hang out with all of you either. Good thing we won't have to wait long, hm?"

Faint sounds in the background of stretching and even softer yawns. "Mhm. Do you wanna switch to phone call?"

It was the usual invitation to fall asleep on call together. At this point, it almost felt strange whenever you headed to bed without Quackity mumbling stuff about his day to you or hearing the soft breathing sounds from his end of the call.

"Sounds good. Talk to you in a bit." You smiled, hearing a small bye from him before leaving the call. You turned off your whole setup for the night and headed straight to your bed.

It didn't take long for the phone to start ringing a few moments after you'd managed to lay down.

"Hi." You answered softly, placing the phone next to your head as you covered yourself with your blankets. It was only a matter of time before the sleepiness took over, but for now you'd enjoy Quackity's company.

"Hey." Was his response, voice sounding much closer now that you were laying down with your phone so close to your ear. It almost felt like he was laying down beside you.

You wondered for a split second what that would be like, if he'd be warm and welcoming or if he'd value his personal space while sharing a bed. As friends, of course.

You refocused on his voice as he began talking about his plans for the meet-up, and all the things he wanted to do once you all were in person. It was so sweet to hear how excited he was, and just how much he wanted to do with you all.

Sweet moments like these make you hyper-aware of the amazing friends you have, and how much love you have for them all. Tonight couldn't have been better, all thanks to them.

—

As the meet-up date gets closer, and more interactions happen during streams / calls / messages, it becomes more evident how much your friends mean to you; just how badly you want to meet all of them.

And as the date for the meet-up gets closer, responsibilities such as packing for your trip join your very long To-Do list.

You're on the phone with Bad as you both choose clothes to take, folding and packing them nicely. Making conversation, with Rat barking in the background occasionally, as the cherry on top.

Moments like these make you realize how good of a friend Badboyhalo is. He's kind, always knows what to say to help people feel better. He's funny, he's charming, full of love and support for his friends.

You two had been joking around on FaceTime for quite some time after you'd packed all essentials. He showed you tricks he'd managed to teach Rat, and you gave him an apartment tour.

Neither of you seemed to be getting tired, so you stayed on call until somehow you ended up sprawled on your sofa, laptop at hand, screen sharing YouTube videos. Bad was resting comfortably on his bed as small giggles left him at the absurdity of the videos you two were watching.

Every few minutes a small "We should do that," or a "Imagine Sapnap doing that," or a "I want to meet you all so bad," would be murmured into the air with only a hum of agreement to compliment it. It only made you yearn for your friends even more.

"Bad." You called out after quite a few random videos and lids getting heavier with each second.

"Yes?"

"When I see you, I'm gonna hug the shit out of you. I hope you know that." You said, small smile on your face as you watched his head lift up from the pillow at such a fast speed.

"Language-! But well, that would be nice. I will also be giving you tons of hugs. To all of you." He pauses for a second before continuing. "I was actually kinda nervous for the meetup, but now I'm just so excited."

"I'm really glad to hear that, Bad. I will make sure you enjoy yourself to the max."

"Thank you y/n," he replies softly, resting his head against the pillow again, "I will make sure you enjoy yourself too."

You smiled at the state he was in, you two would fall asleep in no time, so your thoughts were honestly incoherent, and your tongue could not be tamed as your thoughts wandered aimlessly.

"Do you think I can take Sapnap and Quackity in a fight? In case they try to beat me up?"

"I doubt they'll try to beat you up, they'll be too busy fighting each other, and he'll be too busy thinking about how cute you are." His words were slightly slurred at this point, and all you could do was laugh as you imagined a fight between Sapnap and Quackity as fans tried getting a picture with them.

It crossed your mind for half a second to ask who exactly would be thinking such a thing, but any sign of a functioning brain between you two was nonexistent at that very moment. So all you really said was, "Good. But I'm still going to be prepared just in case."

—

After so many excited calls and planning, the day was finally here. Everyone would be traveling out today to meet up at the house you'd all managed to rent for the week / weekend you guys would be staying there. This way, you'd all be able to maximize the time spent together, and also save money. It sounded like a wonderful idea, really.

After arriving in the city, you patiently waited for the driver that'd be taking you there. You couldn't help but realize just how anxious you were starting to feel. The moment when you'd meet all your friends was getting closer and closer. What if it wasn't everything you'd expected? Or if it was awkward?

The ride there was too quick. Before you knew it, you were pulling your luggage out the trunk and heading up the path that lead to the front door. You stood still for a few seconds before your knuckles were knocking against the firm wood. The noise echoing for a few seconds as you stood in anticipation.

The door swung open, and with a big grin, you were pulled into a hug by no other than Badboyhalo. You quickly wrapped your arms around him as well, not wanting to let go. He was finally here! And he was real! Real, so so real. Any concerns you had on the way here slowly dissipated the longer he had you in his warm hold.

"Bad!" You said happily, slightly squishing him as your embrace tightened for a few seconds. Seriously too good to be true, but true nonetheless.

As he finally pulled away to smile at you, you felt lightheaded at the insane rush of dopamine in your system. As your head finally cleared up, you realized someone else was walking towards you two.

He wore a small smile on his face as he approached, it slowly growing as he got closer and as excitement became harder and harder to contain.

"Quackity." You called out, face lighting up immediately at the sight of him.

"Hi." He responded, sheepish smile on his face. Had he always looked this good?

It only took a few steps before your arms were around him, pulling him close. Although your firm grip caught him off-guard, he managed to melt into the hug soon after, arms wrapping around you as well.

"Big Q! Quackity! Alex!" You smiled as you pulled away, hand reaching up to give his cheek a light squish. You couldn't really help yourself, he was just too pleasing for your eyes. If the dopamine from earlier wasn't already too much, having him this close and feeling oh so real was even more deadlier.

He laughed at your affectionate touch, obviously not having enough of you either. It didn't take long for him to pull you back in for another embrace. "Holy shit." he mumbled into the hug, "You're actually fucking here. I can't believe it y/n." His tone was soft and it had you melting into his embrace all over again. It was intoxicating in the best way, but eventually you both pull away, smiling at each other with so much appreciation.

You hadn't really taken into account just how excited you were to see all your friends, especially someone as important as Quackity. The one you told almost everything to during late night calls, the person you could honestly consider a best friend. All of them were that to you, but it just felt so much stronger with him. You didn't really know how to explain it.

Before you could even give your mind time to dwell, Quackity was being pulled off you by none other than Sapnap and Karl, which quickly replaced Quackity's arms with their own.

"Guys!!" You called out happily as you hugged them back just as tightly. "Am I really the last one here? Where's Dream, or George?"

"We've literally been waiting like an hour for you to get here! We were all getting impatient." Karl laughed as he finally pulled away from the hug.

"Seriously impatient." Mumbled Sapnap into your shoulder before letting go from the warm embrace. "What took so long?"

"Sorry that I don't live as close to here as you guys do. My flight took longer than expected too."

"Who cares! At least you're finally here." Dream's voice, followed by heavy footsteps on the floor, and laughter as George ran over to where you stood with your suitcase.

"Y/N!! We're all finally together." You almost closed your eyes instinctively from how bright his smile was. George's energy was so contagious, you couldn't help but return the energy he was giving you.

Finally, you turned to Dream, who was standing there in all his tall glory.

"Holy shit." You mumbled as you eyed him from head to toe. "You're so fucking tall."

Laughter erupted from everyone before big arms wrapped around you, filling you with warmth and love. You were finally here with all your friends, and it was better than you could've ever imagined.

"Okay," Karl announces once everyone had greeted each other and given all the much needed hugs, "We were actually thinking movie night so we can all just relax and enjoy each other's company. What do you think, y/n?"

"You aren't getting any complaints from me. What movie are we watching?"

At that, Karl and Sapnap raced off to see who could get the remote control faster. You assumed it was in regards to who had the power to choose what everyone watched.

You watched in amusement as Karl and Sapnap argued over what movie to watch, George chiming in here and there just to fuel the lighthearted argument.

"Did you think they'd be just as annoying in person?" You jumped slightly at the sudden voice coming from behind you, but quickly relaxed as Quackity stood beside you.

"No, I also didn't think it was such a big deal who got to choose the movie." Your eyes trailed back to the arguing pair.

"Oh hush. The food Dream ordered isn't even here so really we're doing you all a favor. Taking our time to choose wisely." Karl argued back, to which Dream laughed.

"I guess that's one way to see it, but it's almost here according to the app, so hurry up."

Silence, before the arguing resumed and filled the living room with a pleasing buzz.

You watched as Dream headed over to you and gently placed his hand onto your shoulder, "Let me show you where your room is so you can get all comfy before movie night starts, yeah?"

"Thank you, Dream. I'd actually really appreciate that." With that, you gave Quackity a small wave before following after Dream. Freshening up after sitting in a plane for hours would certainly help make the rest of the night 10x more pleasant.

—

Once you'd walked back out into the living room, you saw everyone had their plate of food, everyone already comfy in their spots.

You looked around before spotting the empty seat beside Alex and the plate of food you assumed was for you.

"Hurry! He's not gonna bite. Sit down so we can finally start movie night." Sapnap whined the longer you stood around.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that.." George mumbled before receiving a stiff elbow in the ribs from the person seated next to him.

"Language." The last fatal blow.

Dream chuckled before pointing at the available seat. "We even waited for you in order to start eating, so sit your ass down."

You playfully rolled your eyes as they all started complaining about how long you were taking. You sat down beside him, giving him a glance before picking up the plate of food before you. It was still nice and steamy, just like Dream had said it would be after dropping you off in your room. You hadn't realized just how hungry you were until now.

After taking a few bites and hearing the movie start, your gaze returned to the person peacefully sat next to you, taking a few seconds to truly take in the sight before you.

He was wearing a plain black short-sleeve shirt, and some basketball shorts. He looked so comfortable. And even indoors with friends, the beanie kept his hair away from his face and hidden, poorly, but hidden nonetheless.

You smiled as you got comfortable as well, admiring how the light from the TV illuminated his face before finally deciding to focus on the actual entertainment Karl and Sapnap had worked so hard to pick. All for movie night.

The movie was interesting, and you couldn't help the few times you almost choked on your food due to all the jokes being slipped in throughout the movie. Maybe Karl was right about how it takes time to pick the perfect film that fit the mood. A good laugh, some good food, and the company and comfort from friends was the best thing to do on the first day together.

Before you all knew it, you were 2 movies in and all in drowsy states.

Everyone excused themselves, the exception being George and Quackity whom had fallen asleep towards the end of the second movie. Dream agreed to wake George up, meanwhile you turned to the sleeping figure next to you.

He looked too cute, mouth slightly open from the uncomfortable position he'd fallen asleep in. You gently shook his shoulder. "Alex." You called out a few times, until finally his eyes fluttered open and he slowly looked around in confusion.

"You fell asleep during the movie. We're all heading to bed for the day, come on."

Regardless of his sleepy state, he stood and followed as you two headed to your rooms.

"Goodnight, Alex."

"Night, y/n."

As you finally laid in your bed for the next week, you couldn't help but feel so fortunate to have such a wonderful opportunity to meet all of your friends and share a home with them.

You couldn't wait to see what tomorrow had in store for you all.

—

It was a lazy morning and lazy afternoon the next day, the only exceptions being going out for lunch, but besides that everything was done in the comfort of their home.

Dream, Sapnap, and Karl were busy playing a multiplayer game in the living room while Bad, George, and Quackity messed around in the kitchen, eating snacks and making up the absolute dumbest shit to stay entertained.

It seemed difficult to choose which group to spend time with, but you found yourself headed towards the kitchen within seconds of contemplation. Sitting on a chair laughing at George's dumb jokes, egging Bad on, and laughing along to Quackity's contagious laughter.

You found yourself coincidentally seated beside Alex as you all continued to chat and mess around. After some time, the other three joined in, and dinner was ordered so they could all eat together after a long day of lazing around.

You'd all rented out the house for a few days before the convention in order to be able to enjoy more time together, so lazing around today hadn't really seemed like a waste of time, or like it could've been spent better. You'd definitely suggest actually going out for dinner rather than just ordering online for the rest of your stay though.

Before you knew it, chaotic dinner was over and people were headed straight to bed, a certain pair deciding to stay awake just a bit longer in the living room.

You rolled your eyes at their bullshit excuses before heading straight to your room. You quickly changed into sleepwear before sitting in bed and simply scrolling through social media. Honestly, you were tired but not to the point where you could easily doze off. Something felt like it was missing, and you silently racked your brain for answers while continuing the mindless scrolling on your phone.

About 30 minutes later, there was a soft knock on your door. Any distraction was welcome at this point, so you called out to let them know they could walk in.

Before you stood Alex, who seemed to be fresh out of the shower. He was in his sleepwear as well, but the beanie was nowhere in sight. His black hair was out in display, most likely to let it dry, but such a sight still had you in shock.

Not that you hadn't seen it before, but it always surprised you. No matter how many glimpses Quackity provided you with.

You stared in shock for a few seconds longer before snapping out of it and telling him to come in. He smiled and sat down on the edge of your bed.

"I couldn't sleep." He stated, before deciding to further explain. "I almost called you right now before going to bed.. I guess that's just how used I got to our calls-? But then I realized you're literally in the same house as me."

Ah. So was that what was missing? The reason why you couldn't doze off as easily? Because you weren't on call with him?

"That's true, I guess." You hummed before chuckling, "What's wrong with talking on the phone while we're here too?"

"You kidding? I'm not trying to be like Dream and Sapnap who still voice call and barely see each other even though they literally live together." You laughed at his comment, making him laugh as well at the absurdity of that situation.

"So what does that mean? You came to sleep here or something?" It was a joke, really. But I mean, why else would this dude be standing here by your door, talking about how he wanted to sleep call but instead found himself here.

"If you'd let me."

You almost choked at how easily he answered, was he joking too or was he actually expecting you to let him climb into bed? To sleep, of course, but it still had you taken-aback.

"You're serious?"

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

You stared at him for a bit before shrugging, "Get in then."

Nothing wrong with 'sleep calling' in person, right? Laying in the same bed, chatting until each other's voices lulled them to sleep. I mean, just because it was in person this time didn't make it any weirder. They'd slept on call together too many times to count. This was fine.

Alex smiled as he closed the door behind him and headed onto your bed, starting to get comfortable.

As you two lay there, you couldn't help but turn to your side and simply stare over at him. His hair to be exact. He'd never had it visible for this long, on group calls, normal calls, or just showing glimpses. It felt so surreal.

"What?" He mumbled.

"It's just- your hair. It looks so nice. You look nice." You smiled at the sight before adding, "You should do a hair reveal already so everybody can see this."

He turned to lay on his side as well so he could be facing you. "Hell no. Plus, doesn't it make you feel special? Being one of the few people who have seen it? Especially up close and personal."

The last part made you realize just how close you two had gotten within the last few seconds. Being at this proximity made you realize a lot more facial details you hadn't noticed before, probably due to camera quality and pixels.

Your hand slowly reached out, coming to a halt next to his head. He realized what you were trying to do and came a bit closer, letting your fingers gently run through his hair. After a few seconds, it all felt too natural.

There you were, laying in bed with Alex, gently playing with his dark locks as you talked about who knows what and simply enjoyed each others company.

This is basically what those late night calls felt like. Except this was definitely way better. It had the physical aspect of it that calls did not. You got to see him in such perfect resolution face to face, without worrying about any possible lag. You both were real. Basking in each others presences happily.

It didn't take too long for you both to fall asleep, and it didn't take too long either for your sleeping bodies to find comfort in the heat sources nearby.

What started as a simple arm draped around the other to steal a bit of body heat turned into having him close enough to smell the scent that lingered on him from his shower. Close enough for his grip on you to feel just a bit too intimate. Close enough where maybe their noses touched.

That was possibly the comfiest 9 hours of sleep either of them had gotten in a long fucking time.

—

The warmth you find yourself surrounded by makes it hard to get out of bed. As you attempt to fall back asleep, you realize that you're not tired. On the contrary, this might be the most satisfied (in terms of energy and sleep) you've felt in a long time.

What the fuck??

That's when that warmth you'd loved not even a minute ago comes to mind. At first you'd thought it might've been the blanket, but one glimpse to the side answers all your questions.

Alex was the one providing you with this comfortable and lovely warmth. He'd come over last night talking about 'sleep calling' in person. How could you forget?

The tension that had spiked in your body at the realization that someone was in bed with you oozed away as you looked at his peaceful state. He looked.. cute.

A few hair strands were on his face, and you couldn't help as your hand instinctively reached out to get them off his face. You hoped it wouldn't wake him up. He looked too peaceful.

As his face came into full view now, you openly stared, noticing the little moles he had all over his face. It was like stars splattered on the night sky.

As your gaze lowered and lingered on his lips, you realized just how pink they really were. And how unbelievably soft-looking they were. It brought you back a memory of his smile from yesterday while you both ate and watched the movie. You hadn't really caught the bit that had made him laugh since you were staring at him. He had a really pretty smile.

Your thoughts were interrupted at the realization that his eyelids had fluttered open, and were now staring up at you.

Oh God. You probably looked like such a creep right now. The heat that was rising up your spine and onto your cheeks must've been obvious, since he let out a small laugh.

"Were you enjoying the view?"

His morning voice took you by surprise. Sure, you'd heard it during calls sometimes, but this was on another level. It was wonderful.

"I was debating whether or not I should wake you up. You looked too peaceful." You answered, trying your best to steady your embarrassment. It wasn't necessarily a lie. He just didn't have to know all the other thoughts that crossed your mind.

He chuckled at that, before stretching a bit. "Thanks for letting me wake up on my own." He sat up, looking over at you with a small, satisfied smile. "That might've been the best sleep I've gotten in a while."

"Me too." You admitted, soft smile on your lips meant for him and him only. He stared back before returning the smile.

You two stayed in peaceful silence before deciding now was probably the best time to get up and get some breakfast with the rest of them. "We should get dressed so we can go eat."

He simply nodded before giving a small wave, heading back to his own room.

It didn't take long before you were heading out of your room and following the faint laughter into the kitchen. They were seated at the table, barely setting plates down and getting ready to eat. Just in time.

"Y/N! Good morning." Karl smiled, waving you over to the available seat beside him. Everybody else called out their good mornings as you got settled into your seat.

"Was wondering when you'd wake up." Sapnap mumbled from the seat across you. "You and Quackity sleep so fucking much."

You tensed a bit at that. Did they know you two had slept together? In the same bed? Had they tried waking you up and found you two together?

It's not what it looks like, is what you'd probably say as an explanation. Even if they didn't ask for one.

George nods in agreement, "Sapnap and I almost went and knocked on both of your doors. But we figured you both must be tired, so we just came to get breakfast ready."

Okay, perhaps they didn't know. Afterall, they were suggesting that Quackity was still in his own room. "I'm sure he'll get here in a bit." You responded, thanking Dream as he set a cup down on the table for you.

"Finally! Sleeping beauty chooses to come grace us with his presence." Sapnap greeted. You turned your head to see none other than Quackity flipping Sapnap off as he walked into the kitchen. He was dressed for the day, and had his hair hidden away with a beanie.

"How'd you sleep?" Bad asks as Alex finally sits down at the table.

"Wonderful. Best sleep I've gotten in a while." His eyes meet yours for a bit, and you can't help but smile at the implications of his words. You'd helped him sleep well. He felt comfy with you. He smiled back before looking back to the cup being given to him.

"Mm that's good." Bad nodded, before serving whatever breakfast him and Dream had managed to cook for everyone. Bad never failed to amaze you, talented as always.

"We were planning on going out today, is everyone up for it?" George asks, looking around the table for any signs of complaints.

"Honestly I'm all for it. I want to spend time with you all, exploring or just looking around." Sapnap answered, to which you cooed.

"Aww Sapnap, we'd love to spend time with you too."

"I'd fucking hope so. Now where did you want to go, George?"

"Dream and I were researching fun things to do here and we found a pretty good list. Just need you all to say yes and we can head out after breakfast."

He wasn't getting any no's, so the plans were set. Everybody ate their breakfasts before heading out the door to wherever Dream and George planned on taking them.

As you all walked to your destination, which wasn't too far according to George, you found yourself walking beside Bad.

"So, Quackity huh?" You ripped your eyes off from where they were to look back at him.

"Huh?"

"You and Quackity." He wasn't elaborating any further, which left you confused.

"What? What about him?"

"Well, you were staring at him right now and-"

"Oh. I zoned out, Bad. I'm sorry. Hopefully you didn't get the wrong idea." You interrupted him, letting out a small laugh.

"Well, that's not really what gave me the 'wrong idea'.. it was mainly the smiles and stares you two were giving each other this morning. And well, in general. Wanna fill me in on something?" He raised his brow, putting some space between you two and the rest of them by slowing his pace.

Your eyes widened slightly as you slowed down as well. "He was staring at me?"

He nodded, before adding "As much as you were staring at him."

You opened your mouth to try and explain yourself, before you heard Dream calling out to you two, saying they found the place. You gave Bad an apologetic smile before walking with him to where the others stood.

You'd come to a place with food, alcohol, and arcade games. You couldn't have expected less from Dream and George. It was perfect for this group.

You watched as Karl and George bought the cards you'd all be using to play the games. Soon after, they came back and handed everyone their card. Everyone was ready to split off to play different games.

"Y/N and I are going to fetch a table so we can leave our stuff there." Bad said with a smile. You looked over at him knowingly before nodding in agreement.

The rest of them nodded, Sapnap grabbing Dream's arm and racing off with him to the games. Karl, George, and Quackity went off to another game, excited chatter following them.

You walked beside Bad in search of a table quietly, watching as he looked around before finally approaching a table big enough to seat you all.

He sat down, looking at you expectantly. You did the same and cleared your throat as his gaze remained on you. You let out a small sigh.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you." He smiled a bit at that. "I mean, he came to my room last night, said he couldn't sleep, and then we slept together. That's it."

You watched as his eyes widened slightly at the information he'd just gotten before your own eyes widened.

"Wait- no no! Not like that. I meant he literally slept with me. Like we fell asleep together." You could feel the heat rushing up to your face. "He said he got used to our sleep calling and I just let him sleep in my bed. It was really comfy."

You looked up, his stunned face making the heat rise faster. "Woah. I thought the cheeky little glances you guys were giving each other was things starting to get good, but you already shared a bed with him??" He let out an amused laugh.

"It's not that big of a deal, Bad. We sleep call all the time.." You felt sort of embarrassed, hearing his reactions and telling him things that felt more intimate than they should be.

"Uh? Not a big deal?? You're kidding right?" He let out a laugh, happy smile on his face. "You guys like each other!"

"Bad-! Keep it down please.. and we certainly do not." You were sweating at this point, Bad was so energetic and happy right now, and the thought of Alex hearing any of this had you on edge.

But the most discomforting part of it all was how much truth his words held. Did you actually like him?

"Am I lying, y/n?"

I don't know, is what you would've said, if it wasn't for the confusion clouding all your senses.

"y/n?"

You looked over at him, mouth slightly open, trying to form your thoughts. "You really think I like him?"

"I mean, I've been having a feeling. Since before the meet up."

What? Was it obvious for everyone? How had it taken this long for you to realize it? Those intrusive thoughts while you were staring at him this morning in bed. Had those always been there? Was he aware of your possible feelings?

"Holy fuck, Bad. A lot of it is starting to make sense." Your eyes were slightly wide from the fear of what this implied. What this meant for your friendship with him. "I-I think I do like him."

He seemed to notice how tense and shocked you looked, so he reached out and held your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

At the moment, you were connecting all the pieces, and things were slowly starting to make sense. Why you acted a certain way around him, random thoughts thinking he was cute, the need to meet him as soon as possible. God, why had it taken so long for you to realize?

"I mean, at least you ended up liking a nice muffin, right?" It sounded more like a question, which had you letting out a laugh. "What I mean is that he's a good guy, liking him isn't horrible. I can see why you'd end up liking him. Plus- I think everyone can see you two are pretty close."

His words helped ease the tension building up in your shoulders, but your head was still spinning. "I know he's nice, but in what sense? As in, I'll confess and he'll reject me nicely?" You paused, tensing up at just the thought of how awkward that would be. "I'd hate to ruin our friendship just because my dumbass caught feelings."

"Language." He mumbles, before letting out a small sigh. "He's nice as in he'll be understanding if he DOES reject you. But did you miss the last part of my speech? I said your friendship with Quackity is very different, anyone can tell you guys are really close. I can see where these feelings might've come from."

"Just because we're close doesn't excuse me having feelings for him. I mean, what does that say about me? Unable to have close friends without growing romantic feelings for them?" Your voice sounds hushed, as if it's dangerous to admit your feelings out loud.

"I'd say we're close friends, do we have romantic feelings for each other?" He asks softly, playing with your fingers absent-mindedly.

"I mean, I love you tons."

"I love you too, but it's not in the way you like Quackity, right?"

You kept quiet, gently biting at the inside of your cheek. Your brain was looking for ways to invalidate your feelings, tell you it wasn't right, but Bad was fighting through that and trying to reason with you.

"We both love all of our friends, and are really close to them.. but what you and Quackity have is different. I can see why you ended up liking him. Plus.. I really don't think he'd reject you. In fact, I think he likes you too."

"Bad." You warned, unsure you could handle overthinking the possibility that he liked you too right now. The realization of your own feelings was already too much.

"I'm just saying." He says, raising both hands in playful surrender. The sight elicits a small laugh from you.

But maybe.. maybe you were a bit curious. "You really think so?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't. Plus, this is coming from someone who's been friends with both of you for a very long time. I see and notice things."

"Thank you, Bad. I really appreciate you and just‐ thanks for talking this through with me." It's honest and raw. He'd watched you sit at this table, trying to work everything out in your brain, and had just been endlessly supportive.

"Of course. I'm here if you need anything, alright? Now, just relax and let's go play some games, yeah?"

"Okay.. let's go!" You smiled and tugged at his hand, leading him over to where Sapnap and Dream were playing.

There was no way you were letting your own feelings ruin the fun of good food and some arcade games. You'd deal with that later.

—

Bad's advice and pep talks are top tier, but sometimes he oversteps. He doesn't mean any harm, but at times it is just too much. This is one of those times.

There's just a few days left before the big convention, and honestly the time spent together so far has been an absolute bliss. And well-spent considering you've all been out and about more often.

You find yourself in the living room with all of them, joking around and making up stupid songs while Quackity plays a beat he claimed to have made himself on his phone. It's peaceful, and no joke is taken too far. Until Bad starts trying to be the 'best wingman', as he likes to claim.

"Quackity, you should write a song for them, and perform it here in front of everyone." He says as he nudges you suggestively, a knowing smile on his face. It's so sudden and you need to make sure you heard correctly. You can feel yourself tense up at the thought of Quackity making a song dedicated to you. Specifically you. No one else.

Of course, it comes off as a joke, but since Bad knows you like Quackity it just seems way more personal. It seems like he's making it so obvious, but maybe everyone else is painfully oblivious. Clueless.

"Wow Bad. You just want him to roast the shit out of me, don't you? That's messed up." You make a noise of disappointment, trying your best to sound calm and collected.

George laughs at that, "Wowww Bad, that's pretty messed up. But you should, Quackity. Make one about Y/N and their muffins. It'll be funny." George didn't know a thing, but it felt like he was making it worse. As if there was a specific reason why they teased him into making a song about you.

With the playful cheering of everyone around him, he cleared his throat and a new beat started to play on his phone. Before you knew it, he was singing about your fictional muffins and how he would order a dozen, and found a way to include Rat slander in there as well.

Maybe you were stressing out for no reason at all. Perhaps you were the only one taking it weirdly and everyone else was just joking around making stupid songs up on the spot. You took a deep breath, and began to relax.

As the night continued, you tried to avoid any possible spotlight, focusing on getting George and Sapnap to go at each other, and the others egging them on so all you really had to do was watch the chaos ensue. It would all just lead to Sapnap calling the rest of them out and starting more playful fights.

As arguments kept coming up, the one you'd all been talking about on that one stream came to mind.

"Wait.. we still haven't done that height check between Quackity and Sapnap." Karl said with a shocked laugh. "How many days have we been together exactly?"

"Too long." Dream chimed in, eager to see the short people fighting over height they didn't have. At least not compared to him.

"Oh yeah huh." Sapnap said in realization. "Stand the fuck up right now, Quackity." He stood to his full height, puffing up his chest to try and appear taller or bigger.

Quackity rolled his eyes, "You guys only brought that up because I was clearly beating you guys in that argument."

"Okay? Stand up then."

If you were a person passing by hearing this conversation, you'd think a brawl was about to break out. Maybe you'd call security. But having context, it really was just Sapnap in his arguing mood, petty and trying to prove a point. There was no way he was sitting down until he proved he was taller than Quackity.

A small grumble of disapproval left Quackity's mouth before he stood to full height. Bad walked over and lead Quackity towards Sapnap, telling them to stand back to back so everyone could see the height difference.

You sat there in anticipation as Bad got them set up, watched as they compared heights very carefully, watched as the results were announced, and watched as Sapnap cheered and screamed some shit in Quackity's face when it turned out he was a few inches taller than Alex.

To make things funnier, Dream walked over in amusement and checked their height difference himself, making the other two look so much smaller than they already did. It was always a pleasant shock seeing just how tall Dream was compared to the average person.

This lead to height checks between all of them, trying to figure out who was the tallest (easy) and who was the shortest.

After everyone had gotten tired from the playful arguments and day they had, they began leaving to their rooms to freshen up or get comfy, probably needing a break from the banter.

Dream, George, and Karl had agreed to go pick up something to eat while the rest of you guys stayed in the living room. Just chatting now, relaxing, no height wars or petty arguments. Kinda.

"By the way, I found this one cool shop with a bunch of anime stuff. You're coming with me to check it out, right?" Sapnap asks, breaking the peaceful silence that surrounded you all while scrolling on your phones.

You looked up in confusion, not sure who he was talking to. His eyes met yours, and he gave you a look that said he was waiting for your response. "You wanna go with me?" You ask, a bit shocked since you'd expect him to go with Karl or something.

"Duh. We could look through the whole shop and see what we can find. Maybe go eat afterwards." He explains with a smile. He seems excited, and his energy is just so contagious, you can't help but smile as well.

"Well, since we're all here I'm assuming we're invited as well. Right, Sapnap?"

It's Quackity, inserting himself into the conversation, eyebrows raised and lawyer voice on, ready to fight Sapnap on this. This earns him a scoff from Sapnap.

"Don't think you'll wanna come with us. I know it's not really your thing."

"Sapnap, I'm sure he can join. Don't you see he's pouting? Plus, I'm sure food will cheer the baby up." You tease, watching as Quackity's facial expression changes into a scowl.

"Yeah right. Plus, it's rude to ask them out in front of Bad and I. We're literally their plus twos."

Bad snorts. "Plus twos? He's definitely not letting us tag along now."

Sapnap nods. "You literally have so many other days you can spend with them. Let me have my moment. Ask them out yourself if you want later."

You stiffen at the implication he's making, unable to stop the confused frown that appears on your face.

"Whatever." Quackity mumbles, before quickly switching the conversation to his beanie and what he should do to stop fans from snatching it off his head.

The topic of conversation is interesting, and quite frankly very funny, but you can't help but focus on Sapnap's comment.

Surely, he meant no harm. But you can't help the feeling that your little secret you'd shared with Bad was growing more noticeable. And if Sapnap knew? How long would it take for Quackity to realize and push you away?

"Y/N?"

You blink away your state of confusion as you refocus on the conversation. "Huh?"

"I said, how does superglue sound? For his beanie and stuff." Bad had been calling out to you, trying to reinvite you into the conversation. Apparently, you'd been quiet for a while.

"You're such an asshole, Bad. You just want to see me bald so bad." Quackity huffed.

"Not true! Also language."

Bittersweet. Your own thoughts were ruining the fun conversation your friends were having. How to answer this without seeming too obvious? Not like a pining idiot?

"I mean, so what if your hair falls out? The beanie will cover it. It's worth it."

"Plus," adds Sapnap, "your fans have been saying you're bald anyway. Prove them right."

"You're all no help to me and my problems." Quackity finally mutters, earning a laugh from the three of you.

His problems. You wouldn't wanna add another by making him have to deal with a friend trying to get out of the friend zone. You really need to get your feelings in check.

Honestly, you need to get better at hiding this shit. You can't just keep going quiet or getting lost in thought whenever someone suggests anything NOT platonic between you and Alex. I mean, it's ridiculous at this point. Bad is giving you stares, Sapnap might know by now, George might know. Hell, maybe even Quackity knows.

Too much. As soon as the others get back, you excuse yourself and call it a day.

—

Sapnap had been serious about going to that Japanese shop. He'd woken you up early, made you get dressed, and was dragging you out the house before the others could bat an eyelid.

Honestly? You'd had a lot of fun. Watching him look through all the items, picking out everything he wanted, getting matching plushies and these tiny figurines that ended up being too fucking expensive for their size. He'd been so happy, you even offered to pay for his meal in exchange for what he'd bought you earlier.

Throughout your adventures with Sapnap, you received a few notifications from Quackity, asking what you guys were up to, when you'd be back, and whether Sapnap was forcing you to stay over there with him. Sapnap and you rolled your eyes at that last bit, sending him a picture of you two flipping off the camera. All jokes, of course, and in return you received a picture of Quackity doing the same. Then he began claiming that you guys could stay there all day for all he cared.

"Seems like someone is jealous." Sapnap had said after reading Quackity's messages. You looked over at him in surprise before he quickly pocketed your phone, dragging you along to a new section of the store he'd wanted to check out.

Did Sapnap really think so? Could there be a chance Alex actually liked you, like Bad had suggested?

Beside your overthinking, the day had been well-spent, and by the time you got home, you were ready to get out of your outside clothes and into your PJs.

As you finally walked out into the living room, you watched with an amused smile as Sapnap sat with the rest of them, showing them everything he had bought at the shop, including little gifts he'd brought for them all.

No matter how 'careless', he came across, Sapnap was truly a softie. It was endearing watching him hand out the gifts you two had bought at the shop.

You made your way over to the couch, sitting beside Quackity and giving him a smile as he raised his brow. "Don't think I forgot that picture you sent me earlier today."

"You know I didn't mean it." You mumbled as you returned your gaze to Sapnap and his cheerful smile.

"You owe me an apology. And you need to make it up to me."

You scoffed at that, "You flipped me off too."

"And? You did it first. I'm the injured party here."

"Fine." You sighed, turning you gaze back at him. "How can I make it up to you?"

"Mmm.. how about we 'sleep call' again?" You froze at his suggestion, looking over at the others to see if they were listening in on your conversation.

They weren't, all too entranced with the small rant Bad was going on about a certain manga Sapnap had bought.

How could this man just admit that you two slept together with his whole chest. Without a care in the world for who was listening.

"Is that really all you want?" Stunned was the only word to truly describe how you were feeling at the moment.

"I mean, for now. I'll have to see tomorrow if I feel any better."

You rolled your eyes at that. He would most likely take advantage of that and drag it on for as long as he could. "Did you really miss me that much, Alex? Need to make up for the time lost today?"

"Wow. You're trying to make me look desperate now?"

"I just think that's how an outsider listening in on our conversation would interpret it."

"Y'know what? Let's go right now. Since you wanna call me desperate."

Again. Stunned. How was this man acting like it was nothing? This shit wasn't normal. Last time wasn't too bad because you didn't know, but now? You'd be too focused on not making it seem romantic, just purely platonic laying on the same bed together with your friend who you don't have feelings for.

It didn't take long for everyone to start heading to their rooms. He excused himself, and you followed a few minutes after, heading to your room in a daze.

As you waited for him to come to your room, you couldn't help but wonder if it'd be the same as last time. Would you be able to play with his hair or cuddle close in a strictly platonic way? Maybe you could call him bro a few times so it didn't seem like you liked him.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and revealing him in all his glory. He looked so comfy, and the beanie was once again nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps you were overreacting, but you felt this was his way of letting you know he trusted you. That he was truly comfortable around you.

This time, he felt more at ease entering your personal space. He got into bed and got comfy on his own. It didn't take long before he was facing you again, just like last time.

You smiled at him and did the same as him, your previous plans of putting distance and calling him bro getting thrown out the window at this new sight of him.

He looked so cute, just laying there and looking at you. He looked so warm too, you couldn't wait until you actually got to pull him close and blame it on your sleepy state.

"So," he started, "how was your date with Sapnap?"

Huh? The tone really caught you off guard.

"It wasn't a date. We just went to look at some manga he wanted, and got little gifts for everyone. Went to eat."

"Sounds like a date."

You narrowed your eyes at him. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"Well, it wasn't. Why does it matter to you though?"

"It doesn't."

"Then?? You jealous or something?" You raised a brow, genuinely confused, but also wanting to see his reaction to the last bit. Maybe it'd give you some insight on his feelings for you. If there was any.

"I'm just making sure! Sue me for trying to respect anything that could possibly be going on between you two." He paused. "I wouldn't want to be asking you to sleep with me and then it turns out you and Sapnap are a thing."

You paused and simply stared at him. Was this dude serious? He was worried about you and Sapnap dating, when in reality you liked HIM? Sick and twisted.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that. Sapnap and I aren't a thing. I like someone else." You answered, and honestly you don't know why you said that.

He paused for a bit, expression unreadable before simply nodding. "And is it possible to know who this someone is??"

How did you end up in this position? It wasn't that long ago that you were confessing to Bad about your feelings for Alex while surrounded by fucking arcade games. And now you were in bed with him while he asked who your crush was. Leave it to you to mess up this badly.

You took a few more moments to just lay there with him, hand eventually going to his hair and gently playing with it. "I don't want to ruin anything." You finally responded.

It was the truth. You could just tell him, but you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if your revelation lead to him growing distant, or him rejecting you and ruining the rest of the trip.

At that, he sat up, making your hand slip out from where it had been playing with his hair. "Are you afraid you'll hurt my feelings?"

You sat up as well, staring at him for a bit before shaking your head. "I'm afraid you'll hurt mine."

"I wouldn't dare." He said reassuringly, hand reaching out to intertwine with yours.

It might've been the adrenaline rushing through your body, or the pessimist in you just telling you to get over with it, but you sat there and confessed that you liked him.

At first, there wasn't much of a response beside his wide eyes and stunned smile. You didn't necessarily know what that meant. Was he on the verge of laughter or was he shocked because he liked you as well?

The silence was killing you, and you swear you could feel tears threatening to spill as he continued to just stare. Nothing could've possibly been worst than his silence at that moment.

"You really do like me? Me, Alex Quackity?" Were his first words, and you watched as he shook his head, as if he was trying to make sense of it all.

"I don't expect you to feel the same or-"

"No no. You like me?"

He was trying to get you to repeat it, or admit it again, but it was torture.

"... I do."

He smiled at that, coming closer and using his free hand to cup your cheek. "Yeah? Well, it's your lucky day because.. I like you too."

You really couldn't believe what you were hearing. Bad had been right about him liking you as well. If he found out, he'd brag about being right and being the 'best wingman' for so long.

"Seriously?" It never hurt to double check.

"Yeah."

And with that, the distance between you two was closed. Soft lips pressed against each other awkwardly at first, not used to kissing your best friend, but it soon melted into a sweet first kiss.

After he pulled away, you gently cupped his cheeks as well, smiling at just how unbelievable this was. The guy you'd been unknowingly pining for this whole time actually liked you back, and you'd just kissed him on your bed. Bonus: he was staying the whole night for some cuddles.

You laid back down, pulling him with you and simply wrapped your arms around him, leaving small and shy kisses on his cheek, not used to this at all, testing what was okay and what wasn't. But his smile and kisses he was giving you as well told you he was more than fine with this.

"Does this make up for it?" You mumble against his own lips, teasing tone evident.

"Yes, yes it does."

—

The next morning was when the countdown finally came to an end. The day you'd all been waiting for; The Convention.

You knew this meant getting up, eating breakfast, and starting to get ready. It was a big day.

But when Quackity wanted to lay down for just a bit longer, how could you possibly say no?

This lead to you both having to walk out of your room and head straight to the kitchen 15 minutes later. There was no time to waste by pretending to have come out of your own rooms and at different times.

As you both approached the dinner table and sat down, you realized the table was dead silent, all eyes on both of you.

You looked up, making eye contact with Bad. He had this knowing grin on his face, and you couldn't help it as you felt the heat rushing up to your face. Quackity seemed unfazed by it all, simply yawning and beginning to eat his breakfast.

"So did it work or what?" Sapnap broke the silence, an expectant look on his face as he stared between you and Quackity.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, now feeling very confused.

Bad couldn't hold in his laughter any longer, and burst out into happy giggles.

"Well we were trying to make Alex get jealous so he could finally make a move. Did he do it?" Sapnap asked. Karl was smiling wide, trying to cover it with the sleeve of his sweater.

Did this mean that Karl, Sapnap, and Bad all knew you two liked each other? Had these three plotted this shit? Getting you two to realize your own feelings?

"What? You did that shit on purpose?" It was Quackity's turn to be dumbfounded.

"Duh. We figured we'd give you guys a little push in the right direction." Sapnap had a satisfied smile on his face.

You couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Your friends had worked together to make you both come to terms with your feelings. Since you two were so oblivious. Wow.

"I hate to say it since it means you actually helped,,, but it did work. We talked last night and well.. we both confessed." There was a soft smile on his lips as he told the others about what had happened.

Bad let out a small cheer, clapping his hands excitedly before congratulating you both on talking out your feelings.

"Okay now that the lovebirds are finally together, let's finish breakfast and start getting ready. Remember today is a big day!" Dream said, sounding quite excited himself.

You'd honestly forgotten for a few minutes because of the whiplash of your friends confessing they were playing cupid.

Today was the convention. The whole reason you'd all traveled out here. This whole trip had been lovely, leading up to the final event.

And you'd be leaving with a date, and good memories spent with fans and friends.

<3