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xinnamonbun · 4 months ago

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...YOU KNOW WHAT- F IT!

SHIP KIDS!

I'm not going to do anything with them but they have been rotting away in my drawing app for months, they deserve to breathe (also because they've been in there for months these drawings are old and as such I HATE them; burn the old art with fire)

Napoleon Ice Cream (Berry/Vanilla/Coco): Bot/Goo

The youngest; would be adopted YEARS after the second youngest is born; yes this means test tube and fan would be grandparents

I remember I loved these three so much, but looking back it's something about them doesn't look right- and also very original personalities were just so one dimensional (shy/happy/silly; from left to right) I still think that the idea of them being an object version of conjoined triplets is fun though.

Candy Apple: Marshmallow/Apple

Second youngest; was raised in the mansion; got bow from Aunt Bow as a birthday gift

Genuinely was a character that I think had potential if i was to do anything with them. They were just kind of silly and they were fun to imagine shenanigans with. I also had this thing where everyone else would think of her as "the crazy homeschooled until 3rd grade ghost believer"

Hurling Ball: Baseball/Nickel

3rd youngest; definitely a bit on the rude side but more in like the older brother way (like he'll pick on his friends and other ship kids but if you make fun of them he will destroy you mentally and physically; their best friend is Hot Air Balloon (more on that later)

I honestly thought he was boring before but weirdly I think he would have been one of the more interesting ship kids, weird how time changes people's perspective. Also some fun peace of trivia they were originally going to be a steel Ball but because I was obsessed with originality after I found out someone else already did that I tried to find another ball and hurling Ball looked good enough (tbh I don't even remember what sport his ball is from)

Paprika: Salt/Pepper

4th youngest; just like her moms; considered pretty

She's just a Blue's Clues reference. She is the most boring one on here.

Golden Cup: Trophy/Cheesey

5th youngest; loves pranks; would be a part of the mean girls.... that I never fleshed out-

The second most boring. It's unfortunate that her design ended up being the most simple because this was the FIRST one I did. Originally she was going to be a yellow cab but she was going to be a mug specifically so I could have a pun on there for cheesy but it ended up looking too clunky so I ended up going up this instead (I should have gone with the pun mug)

Hot Air Balloon (Balloon Jr.): Suitcase/Balloon

5th oldest; shy; despite the previous trait EXTRAORDINARILY protective of his friends; best friends with Hurling Ball

For this genuinely being my favorite ship surprisingly I didn't think of much for him. SIKE I MADE A WHOLE ARC OF HIM NOT WANTING TO BE BABIED BY HIS PARENTS. Kind of made him have a hole rebellious teen arc in which part of it is because of influence from Torch- oh right I scraped them because of my originality rule. So now they're arc doesn't make sense because I never even designed their love interest that causes half of the arc...great

Lamp: Lightbulb/Paintbrush

4th oldest; likes bossing other kids; has temper issues (geez wonder where those came from)

her whole thing is that she genuinely loves the world around her and constantly wants to explore it but because of the fact of if she gets too angry her light bulb explodes (and causing her to pass out and if not treated die) she's constantly pushed away from pursuing what they want to do in life which ironically has the opposite effect and ends up with them slowly bottling everything in (at least trying to) until it explodes in their face (literally IN their face)

Cucumber Salad: Taco/Cucumber (OC)

3rd oldest; has trust issues; has lived with her her whole life yet knows nothing about her mom

I've explained the absolute TEA that is the Taco drama when it comes to cucumber salad and I don't want to explain it again so if you want to know that whole story go here. She has no idea who her father is until much later in the story and as such Taco is her single mother. As for cucumber salad herself her trust issues are immaculate and what that basically means is that you cannot have a normal conversation with her without her demonizing you in her mind. Her one and only friend is Edge (we'll get to that in a little bit). Originally her and Ed were written into be love interests but WAY later for drama reasons I decided I wanted pickle and cucumber to be brothers... WHICH MADE THE SHIP REALLY BAD SO I SCRAPPED IT. I'm still in the fence about pickling cucumber being Brothers but I don't want to risk it so yeah the crush thing is scrapped. Unfortunately I realizing I didn't have a lot of her personality planned out cuz I was so distracted by tacos drama. Most scenarios I thought of with her was her realizing everything her mom has done in the past and/or the fact that she was a mistake-

Straight Edge Paring Knife: Knife/Pickle

2nd oldest; therapist friend; is it dumb in the smartest way possible

His entire personality was basically being the therapist friend and being smarter than he gave himself credit for. Like with more logic focus stuff he's terrible but when it comes to pretty much anything mentally he's as smart as a wise old man that's already lived life. A little bit of this comes from knife but a lot of it doesn't both pickle and knife are very confused on how they're son is so emotionally intelligent. He considers cucumber salad a friend but not a best friend unlike her (ouch)

Candelabra: Silver/Candle

Oldest; well at least she would be if she wasn't the only scrapped character that I've drawn

I forget what her personality was going to be before the most part she was pretty much just this elegant refined person. She was scrapped because I kid you not literally a couple HOURS after I drew her I came across an ask blog that also had a candelabra in it. Don't get me wrong I'm very appreciative is that I found it and it's one of my favorite Tumblr blogs to date (and is also run by one of my mutuals) However again I had a huge "all of the ship kids I make must be original objects with no exceptions!" thing so because of this I scrapped her immediately.

Closing thoughts:

This was a nice trip down memory lane, but if I was ever to actually make a ship kids thing then they would be redesigned, rewritten, and in certain cases replaced. Some of these designs are horrendous to look at looking back and/or are just boring. I'd want to rewrite a lot of their personalities and stories at the very least to make them feel more dimensional. And for certain characters I don't know if I'd want them to exist at all (mainly golden cup)

#inanimate insanity #ship kids #ship child #and for some reason I decided to do the season 2 styles for the limbs #even though season 3 already existed-#Now...#BURN THEM WITH FIRE

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khaosophist · 3 months ago

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Hololive stuff barged into my feed.

I cannot stress enough how close I would have been to being obsessed with those streamers.

I know this because I would be interested in them even though I've never watched one stream.

Kiryu Coco was my favorite.

I'm feeling like I've got all this care bottled up just for Anime girls, and when I want to transmute that it just dies. But where did this attention come from?

I'm thinking of how 4chan changed my perspectives. The '3d pig digusting' aspect of this. The rampant misogyny 'Tits or gtfo.'. Why was I interested? All I'm getting is that I felt like I was in an in-group. This is really hard to write about because every time I think of those gluts in my life. I believe I shouldn't have what I have today. It doesn't matter that I changed. What matters is that I frequented such spaces in the first place. I think it didn't affect my social life much because of the idea of hiding one's power level. I had mixed the idea of Anime with 4chan, so I never expressed the kind of things that festered there. Eventually I developed enough interests to filter what I consulted. I don't remember how I found out about 4chan, but I can separate my past between newgrounds, and 4chan.

I remember going to newgrounds in elementary school. It wasn't blocked. Now , how the hell did I find the 18+ section? I went to play ganguro girls at the class computer while other guys were there. Went to a hot spring date...Totally normal. Nevermind the other kids were interested.

Anyways, I was a natural in navigating the internet, and computers, I mean, I found my brother's horrible, terrible stash. I say this in hindsight. All that interested me was the sex. Fuck, now I remember Immoral sisters was it? Just...I for sure know I'm not the same person anymore. God, maybe that's where the idea that one can consent to a rape because it feels good. But it's not like a fictional character has a choice in the first place...I don't remember the storyline in that hentai. I don't want to. But the images are vivid. Oh, fun! Now I remember Bible black. Yippee. I'm sure it didn't affect me. Nope, it's not like I had the means to understand what was going on. I'll write this again, what is up with all the Sexual assault in hentai? Did my brother even understand himself what the fuck he was watching? Why did he suck so much in hiding his porn. If a ten year old finds it in your computer, like...Encrypt it. SOMETHING!

Isn't it fun that he married a victim of SA. Does she even know the kind of shit he watched for years? I don't think he has ANY idea of what I know about him. It's not like I want to talk about it with him, because all I feel is blame, or want for an explanation. Blackmail as one's first hentai at...what...fucking...10?

Which leads me to what happened when I was seven. I was being babysat by my Godfather. Went to sleep. Got up during the night, aaaand, guess what was playing on the TV while my Godfather was on the computer? Guess 🤡☠️. She was laying on her hands and knees with high black boots. She had blonde hair. Hahahaha. How can adults suck so fucking much? Seven! SEVEN!

My wife saved me. She's everything. She believed that I could help myself, and that I could ask for her help. So I did. I opened up to her. I'm such at a better place, it's insane. She knows who I am, and who I want to be. I know not to make the same mistakes as them. I might make my own mistakes, but I hope my children will know to be better where they can, Like I do.

Have a tree. That's all for now.

#journal #free write #stream of consciousness

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flownintothesun · 1 year ago

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⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── ❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. ❞ 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 @ 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲

⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── ...𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. ( @batteredoptimist )

'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃, there isn’t a time before Muriel Greene — all of that shit had just been a really bad dream — and then after that, there was a whole hell of a lot of good. Good that he didn’t even know was possible. His lip begins to turn upward into a faint grin as he stares up at the water-stained popcorn ceiling of their piece of shit apartment. The air conditioner is about to give up the ghost — haunting them with its rattles and trickle of air that if you position yourself just the right way you might maybe feel. He doesn’t mind it though. He’s had a hell of a lot worse — and if he’s bein’ real honest with himself — he actually kind of likes it — this....figuring life out together thing.

The bed gives a shrill groan as Westley rolls onto his side, elbow down on the bed and sweaty face resting against the palm of an even sweatier hand. They’re both naked, and it’s basically too goddamned hot to do anything — even fuck — so that leaves them with those rare kind of vulnerable moments that they’re both still working on learning, all these years later. “Of course I do,” he says, his eyes fluttering as he looks down at the love of his life. Muriel’s got his hands behind his head, showing off the muscle he’s built, and broad shoulders that give way to a slender stomach. If his eyes go lower still, who gives a fuck? “You’re my partner in literal crime,” he mumbles playfully — “You’re my best friend an' the love of my life. Course I see all the good things you don’t notice.”

Like how his grin is a little lopsided — especially when he’s being a scoundrel. Like how his eyes get a little bit duller when he’s overworked and too tired. Westley knows all the tricks to unravel his husband in bed, or after a hard day’s work. He knows the deeper things, too. The things that still hurt. The way that everyone looks at Muriel like he’s some tough and unbreakable piece of armor — a human fucking shield. Westley knows that sometimes, Muriel has nightmares about his brother in Italy — that sometimes he gets confused enough that he’ll wake up speaking Italian. Westley also knows that those are the times that Muriel misses his Mama — knows that most of the time, he won’t want to talk about it, either.

But, if Muriel’s talking about potential — there’s a world of that too, and it extends far past the shield thing, or the tall thing. In a different world, Muriel could be up on stage — his long hair and black fingernails on the cover of Rolling Stone, insisting that he’s gonna play that hummingbird guitar because it sounds better — when really, it’s probably just because Westley’d stolen it for him — and gifts mean something, even if they’re not come by in an honest fashion. His husband’s great at math, and complex thought — hell, Westley just lets Muriel handle the budgeting and the finance because he’s good at it and because he likes it.

Most people find Muriel intimidating, and it’s true that you don’t want to be on his bad side — Westley’s seen one too many times how that story goes. But he also knows that killing people doesn’t make his loved one happy. The thing is — really, Muriel’s a guy that likes to make people laugh — and the way he loves people is through action: whether it’s overdoing it for Coco, nosing into the business of a rival gang because he’s taken personal interest in a certain boy, caring for a bird with a broken wing, or scrounging the money together for Sunday dinner. Westley notices. And it matters. It all matters. “But you’ve gotta tell me babe, which one are we talking about? And if you say it’s your glorious cock, ‘m gonna disown you,” he teases, bending down and kissing Muriel’s lips — his lip ring pressing pleasantly at him to ground him.

Fingers trace over a broad chest, play with the bar in one of his husband’s nipples. “There are lots of good things about you, liefje. I'm lucky to get to see them all. Best thing that’s ever happened to me, really. Didn't you know that?” he murmurs, flopping back onto his back, sticking instantly to their sheets as he drags his sticky husband into slick arms, letting his head come to rest at Westley’s chest, just where his heart is. He smiles, watching as Muriel’s legs shift in an effort to keep him on the bed. One day, they’ll have one that’s big enough. Fingers card lovingly through silken hair and Westley’s filled with so much love for this man that he doesn’t know where to put it all. It just leaks out of him, and floods everything he touches. Not a thing he wouldn’t do for him. Not a goddamned one.

#batteredoptimist #♡ 𝙼𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙻 & 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚈 ⤷ calm my storms and make me brave ; do not go where i can’t follow.#➤ 𝟶. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙻 ┊ westley ransom.#suggestive cw #nudity cw #⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ┊ 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔?

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alostnarrator · 1 year ago

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To Save Yourself- Chapter 5: Who hurt you?

Universe: 2018

Day: 1

Mikey re-hid himself under the blankets while he cradled his head. Every so often he heard Blue shift in his chair he had stolen from the desk on the other side of the room. He felt like he would go crazy under here, sitting so still for so long. But his muscles were tense, his body only allowing enough movement to breathe.

There were more sounds of people moving around him, followed by a strange humming sound. Based on what he heard, it was some sort of machinery, then they sat back down. Mikey dreaded finding out what kind of horrible demise awaited him, that is, until he felt less uncomfortable. The temperature under the blankets was suddenly more bearable. The AC? He questioned internally. Cautiously he uncurled himself, allowing his head to pop out of the blanket mountain. Blue was, indeed, back in his chair, his hands holding his head while he softly muttered to himself. The freckled turtle was ready to fall into a deep, happy, sleep when his stomach decided to tell him that it had other plans. Loudly announcing its annoyance for the lack of food, his stomach growled loudly. Loud enough that Blue shot up in his chair, his concerned eyes darting around before landing on Mikey’s face.

“Hey- Mikey?” Blue ran a hand over his face, obviously confused with something. “Can you tell me how you got here?” Blue squatted down near the bed, keeping his hands in view the whole time. Mikey wanted to hide away again, but he felt compelled to answer.

“My name’s Mikey Hamato… I don’t know how I got here… please let me go home.” His voice cracked at the end, tears filling his eyes. As his lower lip wobbled Blue sprung to action, yelling for ‘Raph’. The very large, very spiky, turtle from earlier came quickly through the “door” carrying a tray with various food and drink items, and a small bear under his arm.

“Hey there lil’ man.” His deep voice shocked Mikey, but the tenderness was what really hit him hard. He approached slowly, allowing the smaller turtle time to react before he set the try on a cluttered table near the bed. “I’ve got hot coco, pizza, and some tea here for you to pick and choose from.” He set the bear down next to the tray, “This is to help ya’ feel better ‘n all. D’ explained the whole “multiverse” thing to us. We’re workin’ on getting you home right now.” Raph seemed satisfied with leaving Mikey to think, but said he’ll stay close in case Mikey needs him. Mikey only pulled himself out of his safe cave as far as necessary, any fear of poisoned food escaping him when the tantalizing smell of pizza hit him. The coco was the best drink he had ever tasted, the pizza on another level. Huge sobs racked his body as he ate. Comfort from his favorite foods warmed his body, and reminded him of his brothers.

Mikey missed his brothers, he missed them so much. He hadn’t even been gone that long and he already wanted to go home. Once he was done eating he settled for rubbing his face into one of the fluffy blankets, the feeling reminding him of his own bed.

“Hey? Mikey?” Blue said suddenly, Mikey had completely forgotten he was there. “When was the last time you ate, bud?” Mikey got a guilty look on his face, between patrol and missions and training, there wasn’t much time for ‘self care’.

“A bit…” He muttered, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders. Blue held out a hand, “I’m Leo, but you can call me ‘Nardo.” He gave Mikey a goofy smile. ‘Nardo, D, and Raph… He could remember those, easy peasy. His leg bounced under the blanket, eyes drifting to observe the room again. “Hey- Mikey?” His attention snapped back to ‘Nardo. “There we go, here-” He handed Mikey a little cube he had in a pouch, “This’ll help you focus.” He accepted the cube, and fumbled with it until it unfolded. It refolded and unfolded infinitely, and it was small enough to fit in one hand! Mikey was thrilled with this discovery, and almost missed when ‘Nardo started talking.

“So, would you like to come hang out with us?” ‘Nardo offered, a bright and dashing smile gracing his features. Despite himself Mikey nodded, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders and standing to follow. He led Mikey out into a huge room, ramps went up the walls, and he noted how none of the rooms had doors- just cloth to cover them.

A delicious smell wafted from another room, voices softly discussing something inside. ‘Nardo led him in, and Mikey was thrilled to see loads of blankets, pillows, and snacks littered around. There was a large chair in front of a projector, Raph and D were arguing about “Jupiter Jim” or something like that. A human girl was standing next to D, and Mikey felt his heart skip a beat. She was gorgeous, suddenly Donnie’s reaction to April made sense. She had a bright charming smile, amazingly styled hair, and she was rocking some rad red glasses.

“HEY THERE!” She loudly greeted, sending Mikey stumbling a few paces back. She gasped and took a step back, a sheepish smile on her face. “Sorry.” She whispered. Mikey smiled back wearily and shook his head- “Nah, you’re all good dudette. Just startled me…” His voice was soft, and it seemed to take people by surprise. “He speaks!” D said, a teasing tilt to his tone. Despite all the stress from that morning Mikey was smiling, and he was surprised to find himself already liking these people.

A bowl of popcorn made its way into his hands. “Hey there new turtle dude!” A drone turtle greeted. “WOAH! You sound like me!!!” Mikey gasped, starry eyed over the robot. He kept chatting with the bot as he was ushered over to a spot to sit. By the time the movie started ‘Nardo, Raph, and D (and even the girl) had soft looks on their faces. D a little more conflicted, but still happy nonetheless. This gave Mikey a bit of whiplash, so used to being told to shut up when he started rambling with someone. He gave the brothers a confused look, “Y-you guys ok?” He fiddled with the blanket, and absently grabbed some popcorn from the bowl in his lap. One by one the turtles exchanged looks, “Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?” Raph asked a bit timidly. Mikey explained how he was confused that they just let him ramble.

“You were actually talking,” ‘Nardo started, “It was nice to see you happy. Our Mikey or not, you’re still our little brother.” As tears welled in Mikey’s eyes the boys came to hug him, D settling with patting him on the head. The human smiled at the display of brotherly affection, and gave Mikey a head pat as well. Raph and ‘Nardo spent the rest of the movie sitting “shoulder” to shoulder with Mikey. Eventually Mikey ended up cuddling into Raph’s side, ‘Nardo out cold with his back propped against him.

The speckled turtle had never felt so comfortable, even despite these people being basically strangers to him. D quietly waved to him as he left for his lab, the human- who he learned was their April- asleep soundly in the chair behind them. Mikey found himself blinking heavily in the dimly lit living room. The heat radiating off of Raph and the soft blanket now pooled in his lap sent him drifting off into a peaceful rest.

“Well well,” An accented, raspy voice said, “who’s this one? Doesn’t look like my orange.” Mikey startled awake, jumping into a defensive position. His sudden movements shook Raph and ‘Nardo, Raph immediately sensing something was wrong. “POPS!” He said, scrambling to Mikey, holding an arm in front of him. “This is, a- uhm.. Well, he’s, kinda- about that- he- he’s… Mikey, just another version!” He said, fumbling for the right words for a second, the stout rat raised an eyebrow at his stuttering son. “Pops, this is Mikey, Mikey this is our pops, Splinter.” The mention of his name sent Mikey stumbling backwards, and tripping over the large recliner. His eyes were glued to the short mutant as he backed out of the room. Raph and ‘Nardo were suddenly both on their feet, ready for the worst.

Without a word Mikey ran from the room, back under the covers he woke under. With the heavy weight settled on him, Mikey felt more at ease. Less touchable. He felt so horrible for just bolting like that, but the most recent incident with his sensei was still fresh in his mind.

Loud, heavy footsteps drew closer, stopping at the door. “Lil’ man? Can I come in?”

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Once he started talking the words seemed to pour out like a broken faucet. He just kept talking, and talking, and talking, and talking . As he became bolder and bolder about what he said, Raph’s face morphed more, and more. Mikey would have counted them all individually. One, two, three, four. Rage, sadness, pity, disbelief. His voice slowly got louder, settling on a good strong level. The volume drew in ‘Nardo, then April, even D and Splinter came in to listen. All of them were currently on one of the four faces he would’ve noticed. He would have, that is, if he wasn’t currently blinded by tears. His voice cracked while he almost yelled, his body trembling as he wildly gestured to drive home his points. He jumped from story to story, insult to black eye.

His mask had been discarded on the bed, the fabric thoroughly saturated with tears in the middle. His freckled cheeks were darkened with a strong blush, so much heat rushing to his face as he got progressively more passionate and upset made him dizzy. Hours must have passed as he said everything that possibly came to mind, for the first time in his life he had someone who would listen .

His chest rose and fell heavily, Mikey huffed violently. A headache rang out in his head again, and silence fell over the room. ‘Nardo was the first to move, he broke from his chair desperately, tripping over his own feet in his mission to reach Mikey. He flung himself at Mikey, clinging to him like he would disappear. “I’m sorry” fell from his lips like a mantra, his body shaking while Mikey’s arms circled around his torso. D followed suit with his brother, a disbelieving look on his face. Then came Raph, his massive form encircling the whole group. April and Splinter merely sat there, both still flabbergasted by it all.

“I-...” D was the first to form a coherent sentence, “I’m sorry Mikey, we can’t send you back.” Mikey tore away from the group, an alarmed look on his face. His eyes stung with tears he wasn’t ready to shed. His tone was panicked, it boarded on hysterical.

“No, no-n-no no no No NO NO NO! You h-have to send- send me back!” He sobbed, almost screaming, “I want muh-my brothers, I wanna go hh-h-home.. I wanna- wan- I wanna go HOME .” He clung desperately to D, uncaring of how tight his grip was on his arms. He howled anguished, while Raph tore his grip from D’s arms and locked Mikey’s arms to his sides in a tight and restraining hug.

“He’s hysterical-” D said, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Mikey… We…” ‘Nardo tried, his own voice giving out while he sobbed as well. His legs buckled as he ran from the room.

“Mikey…” Raph’s deep timbre shook Mikey, but the smaller refused to respond. “Michaelangelo.” He said more firmly, making Mikey risk a look upwards. “You’re not safe there, we can’t send you back to a home where you don’t go more than a day without being injured.” His expression was stony, and Mikey shivered a little.

So a new plan was formed. While Splinter went out to vent his frustrations, and April home to take a minute to breath, Mikey was burritoed in a few blankets (his lower legs free from it, as per his request) while the others had a very heated debate in D’s lab. From what he could make out from the projector room, and over the show that was playing, the plan was “simple”. D would locate where in the “multiverse” their Mikey was, they’d use some sort of mystic-whatever to supe up ‘Nardo’s Katana’s temporarily. Then ‘Nardo would open a portal to Mikey, pull him through, and they’d all figure out what to do from there.

Mikey didn’t like this one bit, sure his family was a bit… rough… around the edges, but he loved his brothers dearly. But Master Splinter… maybe he could live without seeing him again. He definitely wouldn’t miss April, he was tired of being belittled for being himself. Cling to the positives, he could do that. Maybe, with luck, he could convince them to bring over Donnie and Leatherhead… And ice cream kitty! On that note… what about his room? He’s got so many… so many… His blankets? Now that he thought about it, he didn’t have much in there, and he wasn’t exactly attached to most of it. His comics are probably his second most important possession, first being Kitty.

So… is that it? Grab a few things, drag Donnie over here? Was he really ready to just… say goodbye to his family, his home, his world?!

Mikey sat in silence for a while. His heart was surprisingly light as he came to one conclusion.

Yeah…

Yeah he was…

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arc-misadventures · 2 years ago

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To Steal A Date

Violet eyes. Her eyes are on of the things, Yang considered one of her best qualities. Her Hair, and face, were fantastic, but her eyes stood apart from all. Hence why she was so intensely staring at her reflection, making sure those highlighted eyelashes had emphasized her beauty unlike none other.

However, because she was so enraptured by her own eyes, she never saw the individual behind her.

: Pray tell, how does one say they wish to steal your beautiful amethyst eyes, without it sounding creepy?

Yang shrieked as she spun around, and stared at the cheeky grin of her, Thief.

: I do aim to steal your breath away, but not like that.

Yang: Well, you’ve got a good headstart then.

: True. Now then, shall we enjoy our outing today?

Yang: Lets.

Yang’s, Thief lead the way into the, Coco Bunny Café. He pulled out a seat for her by the window. It was old fashioned, but dammit if she didn’t like such old fashion tropes!

As he in turn sat down a rather fashionable waitress stopped by to take their order. Her, Thief ordering a simple, Earl-Grey tea, while, Yang ordered a caramel latte.

Yang: So… My name is, Yang Xiao Long. Beat officer, older sister, and a golden beauty unlike any other.

: I’d buy that. Well, my name is, Jaune Luna Arc, freelance artist, and fashion designer. Youngest brother of seven. And, your noble thief here to steal you away~!

Yang: Jaune Luna Arc~! I finally have a face, and a name to my noble thief. So tell me, how do you plan to steal me away~?

Jaune: Well… Right now, I’m doing some research.

Yang: Oh? What kind of research?

Jaune: Research about my mark. I have to know quite a bit about it before I can move in for the steal. Favourite interests, hobbies, dislikes. So, shall I conduct my research then?

Yang: I’m game, hit me with your best shot, Mr. Thief~!

Jaune: Very well. So, how did a pretty dame like you become such a hot copper?

Yang: Dame~! Well, I come from a cop family. My father, was a cop, my mother was a cop, and I just wanted to become a cop myself. My younger sister is probably going to be a cop herself too in a few years. It’s just one of those family things.

Jaune: Such a simple reason to join; you’ll probably be able to become one of the best cops out there. I can already see it now: ‘Captain Xiao Long, here to keep the city clean!’

Yang: Pfft! You’re just trying to butter me up.

Jaune: No, I am helping myself build a mental image of you in a captain’s uniform.

Yang: Oh really? How good do I look in it?

Jaune: ��

Yang: …?

Jaune: …

Yang: Hey, Jaune? Jaune?!

Jaune: Huw?! Oh sorry, I was just mesmerized by how beautiful you were.

Yang: Oh? Oh, you’re good~!

Jaune: Easy when your working with a masterpiece.

Yang: Is it now~! So tell me; fashion designer?

Jaune: And, if needs be, stand-in fashion model.

Yang: You design, and dress?

Jaune: Yep: Dresses, coats, pants, shirts, you name it, I’ve probably done it. I like the designing process more. Having seven sisters gave me plenty of time to practice.

Yang: Did you help them design dresses for them to wear?

Jaune: Well, eventually I did. Most of the time I was helping mend their dresses. Or, wearing them…

Yang: Wearing them?!

Jaune: I was the youngest, and I was adorable, at least that’s what they said. So they forced me into them, and took lots, and lots of photos…

Yang: Oh, now that’s something I need to see~!

Jaune: You must be a level five girlfriend to see those.

Yang: Oh, level five, eh? What level am I at now?

Jaune: Since this is out first date: Level 0.

Yang: You think I would at least be a, Level 1.

Jaune: Well this is our first date, consider it your, ‘Three Day, Free Trail.’

Yang: Pfft! Well, I’m love the trail so far.

Jaune: That makes two of us.

Yang: So, who do you work for? You said you’re a fashion designer, but who precisely do you work for?

Jaune: I work for, Adel Boutique. As the second main fashion designer.

Yang: You work for, Adel Boutique?!

Jaune: Oh, so you’ve heard of her? Then again, for one so fashionably dressed as yourself, of course you’ve heard of her.

Yang: You kidding! I wear them all the time! They’re so hip, and stylish! Not to mention they are some of the few fashion brands I can fir my girls under~!

Jaune: Your welcome then~!

Yang: Your welcome…?

Jaune: Coco, tends to design outfits for the more slender of woman. I tend to make the outfits for the more well endowed woman. As I mentioned, I have seven sisters who are also big chested such as yourself. So, I know what I’m doing.

Yang: Seriously?

Jaune: Yep.

Yang: Then… what bra size am I wearing…?

Jaune: S-Seriously?

Yang: Hey, if you say you know what you’re doing then guess my size. Or, are you just…?!

Jaune: D Cup, borderline double D cup.

Yang: …

Yang: Holy shit…?! You do know what you’re doing…

Jaune: Meh, lots of guys know peoples chest sizes… Most of them are perverts, but nonetheless.

Yang: Fair.

Jaune: I have to ask, because she will pester me about this: But, would you be interested in doing some modelling?

Yang: Modelling? F-For, Adel Boutique?

Jaune: Yep.

Yang: You’re kidding?!

Jaune: Nope. You see, one of the downsides of coming here is that my friends wanted to see who I managed to score a date with. They didn’t believe me when I told them I had a date. And, knowing, Coco, if she likes what she sees, she might just hire you to moonlight as a model for her.

Yang: Since when has she been scoping me out?!

Jaune: Since you came here.

Yang: Bullshit! There’s no way she could hav been watching me for that long!

Jaune: Remember the waitress who came to get our order?

Yang: The fashionably dressed girl with the brown shades, and the barrette?

Jaune: Yep, that’s the, Coco Adel.

Yang: No way?!

Yang turned her head to look at the fashionable waitress, who when the duo made eye contact lowered her glasses, and gave, Yang a seductive wink.

Yang: Holy shit…

Jaune: Velvet, please tell your girlfriend to stop hitting on my date.

Yang: W-What are you talking about?

Jaune: Rabbit faunas behind the counter, her name is, Velvet Scarlatina. store owner, Coco Adel’s girlfriend, and resident eves-dropper.

Yang looked at the counter, and saw a rabbit eared faunas ear’s drooped as she embarrassingly looked away.

Yang: Oh that’s so cute~!

Jaune: Oh she is adorable. Hey, have you finish your coffee?

Yang: Hmm? Oh, oh yeah I did… I guess I was so engrossed in our conversation that I didn’t realize I finished it.

Jaune: Well, I finished my tea too. So lets go~!

Yang: Go? Go where?

Jaune: Well, there’s a street filled with shops, and what not. So the question isn’t where we’re going, but where we’ll end up.

Jaune stood up, and offered his hand to, Yang.

Jaune: So, may I steal you away for a day out on the town~?

Yang couldn’t help, but blush softly as a smile spread across her face as she accepted his hand as she stood up.

Yang: I would love to~!

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #velvet scarlatina #coco adel #jaune x yang #yang x jaune #coco x velvet #velvet x coco #rwby dragonslayer #rwby crosshares

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dannystheone · 3 years ago

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Travel Back - (Deuce Lee/Ace Ler TWST Tickle Fic)

okay this is incredibly self-indulgent I was up at 2 in the morning the other night and I could NOT get deuce tickles out of my head plesjksdj

Drabble: Ace teaches Deuce what it’s like to be a kid.

No spoilers, no 18+ content :)

I hope you enjoy :D

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“What do you mean you’ve never ate snow?! That was like, my childhood!” Ace looked up at Deuce with a dumbfounded look as Deuce shrugged his shoulders. “You were never even like, curious? That’s one of the first things I remember doing as a child.”

Ace had practically dragged Deuce out onto the courtyard of Night Raven College as soon as the first few snowflakes had begun to fall. Ace looked ecstatic to see it, but Deuce wasn’t nearly as enthused.

Deuce held a snowball in his hands and stared down at it with a somber expression. He didn’t look too impressed by it.

“Maybe cause when something is in my hands, my first instinct isn’t to put it in my mouth.” Ace narrowed his eyes at this while Deuce held a smirking glance.

“I don’t know where this has been. Maybe someone had stepped in it, or an animal. Those were the things I would think of as a child.” At the more honest answer, Ace nodded, somewhat understanding.

“Well, what about a snowball fight? Or building a snowman?” Ace’s breath puffed out in a wisp as Deuce thought back.

“Mmmm...no. Not that I could remember. My mom was always needing help in the kitchen or around the house, or I was just doing other things.” It didn’t sound like Deuce minded this fact at all. But Ace couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

“Man, sounds like that sucked. My childhood was fun. I grew up with my brothers and every winter we’d have snowball fights and snowman-building competitions, we’d make hot coco and stuff. There was one time where my snowman was better than all of my older brothers, and they got so mad that they all dog-piled me and tickled me until I cried. That was fun.” Ace was knelt down and absent-mindedly piled snow together to make a rectangular snowman.

Deuce looked up at Ace at this and smoothed over his snowball in a comforting manner.

“What’s a dog-pile?” Deuce asked this innocently, but Ace’s jaw dropped. The redhead stood up and stepped over his rectangular snow-base to confront the indigo-haired boy.

“Okay, now I KNOW you’re lying. There’s no way you don’t know what a dog-pile is! I was at the bottom of one nearly every other day for like, what, 12 years of my life?!” Ace searched Deuce’s eyes frantically for a hint of a joke or amusement somewhere. He just found flat seriousness.

Without thinking, or words for that matter, Ace took one step forward and wrapped his arms around Deuce’s middle to sweep his leg from under him and make Deuce fall into the snow. Deuce’s head knocked back into the pillowy surface as he was suddenly looking up into the gray snowy clouds of the day.

“A-Ace?! What are you doing-” Ace had secured their place onto the floor with the use of his legs, a wild expression in his eyes.

“This is a dog-pile! Well, a one person dog-pile. A dog-pile usually consists of like 3 to 4 people on top of one person. But the first person on top of the person getting dog-piled uses this technique to make sure they don’t go anywhere. And then you pile on weight with the other people to make sure they REALLY don’t go anywhere.”

Deuce nodded slowly, wanting to get out of this sooner than later. He felt vulnerable. He didn’t like that.

“Cooooolll...I think I get it. Mind getting up now, Red?” Deuce asked quietly. Ace was about to comply, but he stopped at the sight of Deuce’s sliver of tummy between his shirt and pants that had lifted when he fell. A mischievous grin spread across Ace’s face as Deuce started to sweat.

“Ace? Ace, let me up. It’s cold out here.” Ace crawled his hands up Deuce’s tummy and started tickling the little sliver he found, Deuce squeaking in surprise and started to shake.

“Oh yeah? It’s cold? Allow me to warm you up, then~ You know it’s tradition for the person on the bottom of a dog-pile to be tickled, afterall.” Ace’s fingers tickled his way up Deuce’s tummy to scoot his shirt up along the way as well, which made Deuce start to snicker and wiggle in the snow.

“Th-Thahat’s nohot truhue! Gehehet ohohoff!” Deuce’s arms were locked underneath Ace’s ‘dog-pile-locking-technique’ which meant he couldn’t defend himself. Ace’s dark orange locks matched his fervent, sudden energy. His blunt nails scritched over Deuce’s lean warm tummy.

“Oh? So suddenly you know the rules and traditions of a dog-pile? Were you lying to me?~ Or are you just trying to get out of this?~” Ace’s questions made Deuce’s cheeks heat up with blush. Deuce couldn’t handle being interrogated while he was tickled. It made his brain overload.

“Nei-Neheheither! Juhuhust- Stohohop!” Ace looked delighted at this, but it seems Deuce wasn’t aware of what he just answered.

“Oh, wonderful! You’re NOT trying to get out of this? Thank you for the cooperation!~” Ace traveled his tickling fingers down Deuce’s sides, making Deuce twist like a worm. Ace’s wiggling fingers had then taken the form of claws, and latched all eight fingers behind Deuce’s back and hooked his thumbs into Deuce’s hips.

Deuce’s eyes flew open, filled with fear as his blood ran cold.

“Ace! Ace don’t! Not there!” Deuce pleaded, his indigo hair astray from the tussle. Ace grinned wickedly as his thumbs started rubbing tiny circles in Deuce’s hips. Deuce cracked a smirk as he struggled and twitched underneath his friend.

“Why not, Deuce? What’s so bad about this itty bitty spot right here? I’m sure an ex-delinquent like you can handle this. Unless you didn’t get much tickling experience as a child and aren’t used to this, either.” Deuce’s silence answered Ace’s question for him.

“Well, allow me to catch you up~”

“Ace no, DON’T-” Deuce collapsed in belly laughs as soon as Ace kneaded his thumbs into the prominent divets of Deuce’s hips. It was surprisingly pillowy and soft on top, but strong underneath with muscle. Hey, even delinquents moisturize.

“Ahahahahahaha! Ahahahahaha- Ahahahahahace! S-s-s-stohohohop!” Ace marveling at Deuce’s hips made it all the more ticklish and embarrassing. Ace dug his blunt thumbnails in his hips as well as rubbing his thumbs into the divets, which made Deuce cackle out suddenly.

“Jeez, Deuce! You’re gonna scare away the birds with your tickly laughs~” Ace teased evermore; Deuce’s blush crawling down his neck and up his ears.

“Stahahahahap ple-plehehehease! I-I’m behehehehegging!” That definitely took Ace by surprise. Deuce begging? Oh, this was good.

“Deuce Spade BEGGING? To Ace Trappola, no less. Oh what a great day this is! Okay, just one more thing and I’ll let ya go.” Ace switched his positioning so his arm was barred underneath Deuce’s back to leverage him and make his hips raise up. Ace took his right hand and had his thumb cover one hip while his other four fingers took the other hip.

Without warning, Ace started vibrating his hand into Deuce’s hips which made Deuce laugh sweetly and writhe in his arms.

“Gahahahaha! Gohohohohod- Stohohohohop! Thihihihis ihihis ahahahannoying!-” Deuce snickered and giggled, but he quickly realized something. Because of this new positioning of Ace, Deuce’s arms were free. Deuce gathered enough willpower to take his hand that still held his snowball and slap it against the side of Ace’s face.

Ace jolted and let go of Deuce as he felt the icy fingers of the snowball travel under his shirt.

“Gah! That’s cold! Wait stop, Deuce!” Deuce had gotten up to his knees and gathered more snowballs around him, practically throwing whole chunks of snow at Ace.

“That’s what you get for tickling me, bastard!” Despite Deuce’s ‘anger’, he still had a wide smile on his face. This made Ace smile as well as he started returning fire with his own snowballs.

“It’s not my fault you’re so tickl- AUGH! That one hit my shoulder!”

As the boys indulged in a snowball fight- one of Ace’s many, and one of Deuce’s firsts- the rest of the afternoon was filled with heartfelt laughter and plenty of memories.

#deuce spade #ace trappola #twst #twst tickling

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enamoured-x · 4 years ago

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Sweet Release | Part 2

Angel Reyes x Reader

Summary: Things don’t go as planned when you attend Ez’s party.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Angst

Word count: 4.8k

Excerpt: “Your salvation and your destruction kneeled before you, ready to prove to you how deadly the mix of the two was. Your angel on his knees ready to sin.”

*gif is mine!

a/n: thank you for all the love on this mini series! With that being said there will be a part 3 and it will be the final part! Enjoy! (part 1 can be found here)

Part 2

One long fucking month. Since the day you left Angel at the clubhouse with his come leaking out of you, you had been a wreck. Honestly, you were proud of yourself for holding it together so well when you broke the news to him. Maybe because you knew eventually you’d break. You were a mess. Hating Angel for what he put you through, hating that he led you to walk out on him in the first place. He tried calling every day for the first two weeks and then it simmered down to a call every few days. None of which you answered. For some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to block his number just yet. You still cared for him, still wanted to be able for him to reach out if something was wrong as long as it didn’t pertain to your failed relationship. You didn’t want to talk about how stupid that logic was because you knew keeping his number was because a part of you still wanted it to work.

You played with the idea of maybe. But you couldn’t tell him that because you weren’t sure. You put yourself through all of his shit already and if he was going to do it all over again if you gave him a second chance you’d kill him. It would kill you. With that being said, you were going to let this play out. You knew you were supposed to get over him, knew you made a choice that day to end it with him. But a girl could dream that he’d make some grand gesture to win you back like in the movies, but this wasn’t a movie and Angel definitely wasn’t the romantic male protagonist.

“Angel’s a mess.” You glared at Ez for bringing him up. You ignored his comment and sipped your coffee. You and Ez still kept in close contact over the month, sharing funny videos and checking in, just the usual stuff. Today he invited you to hang out and catch up since you hadn’t seen him since that day and you had agreed, happy to go somewhere that wasn’t work or your home. Happy to see your friend again.

“How’s pops?” You asked, trying to get the topic off Angel. You weren’t here to talk about Angel, he made his bed and now he could lay in it. If you were open to the idea of giving him a second chance, and that was a big if, he would need to do a lot more than having Ez tell you how miserable he’s been. You had been a wreck long before you broke up with him, he deserved to know what it felt like.

Ez sighed and didn’t bring up Angel again, “he’s fine, he sends his best.” You nodded, making it a point to stop by soon and say hi, just because you and Angel broke up didn’t mean you couldn’t be friendly with his family still. They were practically your family.

Ez twiddled with his coffee cup and you sighed.

“Go ahead.” You told him, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair. The outside seating offered you a breath of fresh air you desperately needed when talking about the one and only Angel Reyes.

He stopped his movements and looked up at you, “what?”

“You obviously either have an opinion on the breakup or you told Angel you were meeting me and he asked you to tell me something for him. Hell, maybe you only asked to hangout with me to deliver a message. Whatever it is, spill it, Reyes.” You knew Ez enough to know when something was on his mind or when he was holding back. This was one of those times. You weren’t exactly mad at him for it but after your grief died out, you were just confused about Angel. You knew you made the right choice at the time but it didn’t mean you still didn’t miss him. It didn’t mean you were over him.

Ez held his hands up, “I swear I just wanted to see you. No secret motive. If Angel wants to work things out with you, he can do it himself, I'm not his messenger.” You sighed. You knew he was telling the truth.

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” He was still holding back. He may not be there for some ulterior motive but there was something.

“You know I’m getting patched in…” He trailed off and you nodded your head. You were excited for him when he told you the news a few weeks ago. Ez had put all his time and effort in the club and he was finally going to become an official member. He deserved it.

“The club is throwing me a party.” He stated and you shook your head.

“No.” He scoffed at your answer and sat up.

“Come on, you have to come. You don’t have to talk to Angel, just stay with me the whole time.” He begged. You groaned at the idea.

“Ez, I don’t know. I don’t think it’s the best idea.” Showing up to the clubhouse just a month after you broke up with Angel and fucked him in the middle of it was probably not the greatest idea.

“Please. You’re my only friend outside of the club, I want you there.” Ez’s brown eyes pleaded with you. You were his only friend and as that friend you owed it to him to show your support, even if it meant having to see your ex again.

You bit your lip and Ez smiled, knowing he had you.

“Fine, but I’ll be glued to your side the whole time you’ll regret asking me to come.” You pointed at him and he laughed.

“This should be fun.”

You should’ve taken that as a warning.

You hated the fact that you were putting effort into what you were wearing to the party. Trying on basically all the clothes in your closet. You figured if you were going to see Angel you had better make it good. Eventually you settled on a simple red summer dress, flowy enough to be innocent but short enough to showcase your legs. You opted for some white sneakers with it, deciding that you were definitely not going to dress up to this thing, Angel or no Angel. Either way, this night wasn’t about him or you, it was Ez’s night and you were going to be there to support him.

Your nerves got the best of you when you pulled into the packed scrapyard, Chucky directed you where to park and you took a deep breath before stepping out. The party was already in full swing, people scattered outside and around the fire, already drinking and having a good time.

“Hey, you made it.” Ez said as he walked up to you as you made your way toward the clubhouse. You had yet to spot Angel and you were thankful for it.

“I told you I would come.” You pulled him into a hug and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and then led you inside.

“Thought you might back out last minute.” He shrugged. You were about to say something when you saw him. The man who had taken up space in your mind this past month. The man you left after reaching one last high with him. He was laughing at something Coco said, his smile not reaching his eyes. You could tell that what Ez told you had been true, that he was miserable. He looked good, just not all there. Both men were standing against the wall, what stirred jealousy in you was one of the club hang arounds to his left touching his arm. You swallowed hard, you forgot that before you and Angel got together, he was a hot commodity amongst Vicky’s girls. Now that he was off the market, you were sure the women were jumping at the chance to share his bed, they probably already had. Lead filled your stomach once again.

You were about to turn to Ez to take the beer bottle from him when Angel finally looked over and stopped in his tracks. Gone was the smile and in its place was shock. You stared back at him, into those dark brown eyes you loved so much. Seeing him stung more than you cared to admit but you held strong.

“You good?” Ez’s words snapped you out of your trance and you turned to him, finally taking the bottle from his hands.

“You didn’t tell him I was coming?” You asked him as he led you over to take a seat at the bar. He looked guilty.

“If I had he probably would’ve been by the gates waiting for you. Figured this was better.” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hermosa, haven’t seen you in a while.” You turned around to face Bishop. A genuine smile lit up your face and you got up to hug him. He graciously accepted, giving you a tight squeeze before letting you go. Bishop was always so kind to you, always so supportive of yours and Angel’s relationship.

“Hey, Bish. How are you?”

“I’m doing good. How are you? Which Reyes brother are you really here for?” He teased you and Ez chuckled. Obviously the club knew about yours and Angel’s split but he still welcomed you with open arms despite it. You were thankful for it.

“Very funny, but I’m here for Ez.” He laughed and placed a kiss on your temple before excusing himself.

“Is he still looking over here?” You asked Ez, bringing the bottle up to your lips and taking a sip of the cold liquid. You welcomed the alcohol as it sat in your stomach.

“Yup and Vicky’s girl does not seem too happy about that.” You felt a sliver of satisfaction run through you. But Angel wasn’t yours, you made that clear. So you had absolutely no right to be jealous, you had no claim over him anymore. At least not in that way but with the way you felt his eyes on your body, you knew you still had some sort of pull over him. He had that same pull over you but tonight was not the night for that.

“Let’s get you drunk, Eziekiel. You deserve it.” You changed the subject. You weren’t going to sit here and talk about Angel who was a few feet from you during Ez’s party. No, you were going to celebrate the man of the hour. Your friend, arguably your best friend. Also arguably your only friend.

“Sounds good to me.”

Ez was a bit tipsy but not nowhere near drunk after many rounds of beers and a few shots. You on the other hand kept it to three beers and then opted for some water, not really one to drink all that much. That didn’t mean that you weren’t having fun though. Coco had eventually came over to talk to you during the night and you were glad none of the men held any animosity towards you. It felt nice to see them again and you could honestly say you were glad you came.

“Six o’clock, mamas.” Coco said and nodded behind you, you were turning around completely ready to see Angel. You were surprised he hadn’t tried to get your attention sooner seeing as how he still tried to contact you weekly. But it wasn’t Angel. The man who now stood in front of you was a stranger, albeit a very handsome stranger who was part of another charter by the patch on his vest. He was tall enough to tower over you, his dark eyes pulling you in. He ran his hand through his raven black hair and smiled at you, even with his facial hair you could still see prominent dimples.

“Hello, sweetheart. I’m Jay. And you are?” He stuck his tattooed hand out for you to take and you took it into your own. Jay was a tall glass of water, honestly a wet dream. Just not yours. But he could be. At least for tonight. A rebound wasn’t a terrible idea but you guessed there had to have been some rule about finding a rebound at the party of your ex boyfriend's brother’s party while he stood just a few feet away. You still introduced yourself nonetheless. You were a bit too distracted to notice Coco and Ez had left you to your own devices.

“So, what brings you to this party?”

“I’m a friend of Ez’s.” You told him. You swore you could still feel Angel’s eyes burning through you, you had felt it since you locked eyes with him. Whether he was giving you your space or he really didn’t want anything to do with you tonight, you didn’t know. But judging by the same girl who was still trying to get his attention, you figured he wanted nothing to do with you tonight if it meant him getting laid.

“Hmm,” he looked you up and down and you shifted under his gaze. You were kidding yourself if you actually thought you’d go through with a rebound. Especially with a Mayan. And you were kidding yourself if you thought a rebound was going to help. As if it was going to magically make your feelings for Angel disappear. As if sleeping with a stranger was going to give you that release you needed again, no, only Angel could do that. You hated it.

“So, this party is dying down, I was thinking maybe you wanna get out of here?” That was extremely forward, all he knew about you was your name. But who were you kidding, guys like him didn’t care, hell, you’d be lucky if he even remembered your name. You were just about to turn him down when he trailed his hand up your thigh skimming just under your dress. Your eyes widened at the gesture and you shoved him off you and backed up.

“Woah, what the fuck.” You hissed quietly, not wanting to make a scene. He laughed.

“Oh, come on. You're not here for Ez, you’re here to get laid.” What the fuck. You were about to tell him off before a hand wrapped around your waist and a warm body pulled you into his side. You didn’t even have to look to know who it was but you looked up anyways. Angel. Your damn angel.

“You touching my girl, homie?” He asked him, ice in his tone. You were surprised the guy wasn’t on the floor already, Angel’s girlfriend or not, he didn’t like people touching you if you weren’t willing. Maybe he knew punching a guys lights out right now was no way to win you back and it was definitely not needed at Ez’s patched-in party.

“Nah, man. Sorry, I didn’t know she was yours.” You scoffed.

“I’m not anyones.” You weren’t going to cause a scene but you hated men like this, men who thought women were just objects. You felt bad for the girl he would somehow convince to go home with him.

“Get fucking lost or we’re gonna have a problem.” Angel told him, fingers tightening on your waist. Your skin ignited at his touch, at him being so close, at his cologne infiltrating your senses once again. It all felt like home. You hated it. The guy held his hands up as he walked away mumbling curses under his breath. Before you could say anything to Angel, he was whispering in your ear.

“We need to talk. Now.” He didn’t give you room to argue as he led you down the hall and into his dorm room, closing the door. You didn’t like this. You didn’t trust yourself to be alone in a room with Angel right now. Give it another month or two then maybe, but right now? When your breakup was still a month fresh? No. It was dangerous. Angel turned to face you and you crossed your arms looking anywhere but at him, not wanting to look into his eyes. Not wanting to lose yourself in him.

“What do you want to talk about?” He laughed bitterly, shaking his head.

“Us. You coming here dressed like that.” He motioned to your dress.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Angel. What’s done is done.” You explained, biting your lip. Seeing him one foot away, eyes locked on you, it was a bit too much. One month was not nearly long enough to get over Angel Reyes. Hell, you didn’t think any amount of time would be sufficient. He was a damn drug, one you couldn’t stay off of.

“So you came here to torture me? Rub it in my face? I fucking miss you and you come to my clubhouse and act like everything’s cool? Act like I didn’t mean shit to you?” He was angry, that was easy to see. But you could tell his tone carried a deep hurt, one he was desperately trying to contain. Your heart ached. You wanted him to hurt, at first. But now seeing him, seeing the desperation and anguish in his eyes? This wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t like hurting the people you loved, even if they hurt you.

“Angel, that wasn’t my intention. Ez asked me to come and I wanted to support him. I’m not trying to hurt you.” You explained, stepping closer to him. That was also dangerous, you should be on the other side of the room, not a few inches away from him.

“Too fucking late.” He ran his ring cladded fingers through his hair.

“What do you want me to say, Angel? You hurt me, you didn’t make time for me. Our relationship was over long before that day.” It was the truth. You subconsciously knew your relationship was over with Angel before you had officially broken it off. You were just too scared to admit it to yourself, too desperate to hang onto the hope that he’d actually show up for you. But he never did and you knew it was time.

“I know, I fucked up. I know that. But what you did that day… that was cold.” You chewed on your bottom lip. Part of you did feel bad for giving him a false sense of hope that day, using him for your release and then dropping him. But you needed to end the relationship on a high note, end it with a sweet goodbye and not a bitter storm of curses, in the end it was all just bittersweet.

“I just… I needed you, Angel. I had missed you so much and I needed something…” You couldn’t find your words but you knew he knew what you meant, even if that day hurt like a bitch for him. He stepped forward, making a move to grab your arm but you backed up and shook your head.

“Mami, please…” He begged, this time you went still as he grabbed your arm with one hand and cupped your cheek with the other. Your body buzzed to life at his touch, like Angel flipped a switch and you were back on again, like you were just being dragged through life this past month on auto pilot, like he had finally given you the reins back to your body.

“Angel…” You were weak, your wavering voice gave you away. He leaned forward, his lips grazing yours slightly, his warm breath mingling with your own. You felt giddy as he surrounded you, as he invaded everything you were once again. And when he pressed his lips to yours, you melted into it. He licked along your lips and you opened your mouth, tongues sliding against each other. You moaned into it and grabbed onto his vest, trying to steady yourself at this heady feeling he gave you every time his lips were on any part of you. His hand slid to your waist and you had half a mind to snap out of your daze. You pulled away and he craned his neck, trying to chase your lips. You pushed on his chest lightly, wanting him to stop.

“No, Angel, we can’t…” You couldn’t get hurt again. You couldn’t just fall back into him just for him to keep you at home waiting up for him and waiting on his call, and when neither came you’d be right back where you started.

“Querida, I love you… I need you.” He whispered against your cheek. Hearing him say those words only made your heart ache worse and only made you want him more. It was damn confusing. You wanted him but you couldn’t put yourself through that shit again.

You knew what he meant. I need you. He didn’t just need a release, he needed you. Just like that day you broke up with him, you needed him to give you that high but you quite plainly just needed him.

“Fine. Let’s fuck and then go our separate ways.” You said, pulling him in for another kiss, needing the distraction. Not wanting to think about how fucking stupid that offer was, how fucking stupid you were. Sex wasn’t going to do anything but fill your base desire, it wasn’t going to give you back that piece of your heart that was ripped away from you when you left. He didn’t let the kiss go on more than a few seconds, pulling away, confusion and despair written all over his face.

“What?”

“Fuck me, Angel. We need it.” You stated plainly. He shook his head and backed up from you.

“No. I need you.” His words pricked another pain in your heart.

“Then take me.” You offered. You were sure you had lost your damn mind. But you wanted Angel, maybe it wasn’t exactly the way you wanted him but you’d take it.

“Fuck no. That’s not what I want.” You sighed, he wasn’t making this easy. Because it wasn’t what you wanted either. Yeah, you were desperate to feel him inside you again but it’s not truly what you wanted.

“That’s all I can offer.” Your words came out softer than you planned, sadder. He scoffed, running his hand down his face.

“You want a release, mami? I’ll give you one, but you’re not getting my dick. I can’t… I can’t be inside you without wanting to stay there. Can’t give you that if I know you’re just going to leave again.” You weren’t sure what he was offering. But it didn’t matter because he was more upset than he had been just a few moments ago.

“Angel…” You shook your head not knowing what to say. Fuck, if he fucked you right now you wouldn’t want him to go anywhere either. But that wasn’t your reality. The reality was that he fucked up and sex didn’t fix it the first time and it certainly wasn’t going to fix it this time.

“I’ll make you come on my tongue, and then you can walk out that door but you’ll walk out knowing only I can take you to heaven.” You swallowed hard at his words as he crowded your space again. Your breath hitched as he pulled you into his chest, making you look into his eyes.

“I’m not going to stop. Not gonna stop calling, texting, not gonna stop until you give me another chance to prove to you how much I fucking love you. But right now, I’ll give you what you want. Even if it kills me.” And with that he slid to his knees. Your whole world stopped at the confession, at him kneeling before you, ready to worship you in a way only he could. The sight of him on his knees, the rush you felt as he trailed his hands up your bare thighs, it was like no other high you had ever felt. Your salvation and your destruction kneeled before you, ready to prove to you how deadly the mix of the two was. Your angel on his knees ready to sin.

His lips trailed up your thighs and you threw your head back, steadying yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders. His warm breath getting closer to the place you needed him most had your core clenching around nothing, had you squirming, waiting for him.

“Fuck…” You breathed out as he lifted your dress to get his mouth right on the skin above your panties. You bit down hard on your bottom lip as you felt yourself getting wetter at his teasing. His lips skimmed your stomach before he forcefully yanked your panties down, a contrast to his gentle and slow movements. You gasped at the action but before you could react further, he buried his face in your pussy, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder in the process. You yelped at the sudden intensity, at his wet tongue sliding through your folds and flicking against your clit.

“Oh god.” You cried, grabbing onto his hair and grinding yourself into his face. He let you, following your movements, never relenting, never taking his mouth off you. Heaven. He wasn’t wrong, only your angel could take you there.

“Missed your taste. Missed you.” He mumbled against your slick. He said the last part so quietly you almost didn’t hear him, but you did. You heard him and it stung but the pleasure he was also giving you was overpowering your thoughts on his confession.

“Feels so good, Angel.” Your words spurred him on as he trailed his tongue to your hole, fucking you. You whined at the intrusion and rolled your hips and pulled his head in deeper. You were drowning again, or flying, or possibly dying. It felt too good, felt too sweet to be anything but something so fucking dangerous yet so damn exhilarating.

You were so lost in your pleasure you almost didn’t notice the door open, Angel obviously didn’t, head still buried in your pussy. The head that peeked around the door was the same woman who had been trying to fuck Angel all night. Her eyes widened at the sight and you should’ve felt embarrassed, but all you felt was that satisfaction again. Angel was here with you, on his goddamn knees for you. Pleasuring you and wanting nothing in return. At your mercy. Your head clouded with need at the thought, not because he was here with you and not some other woman but because he’d only ever do this for you.

You moaned a little louder and the girl snapped out of her shock and displeasure as she awkwardly closed the door.

Now that she was gone, you were once again focused on your man. Not your man. Angel said this would kill him, he didn’t know it was going to kill you too even if you got your release.

“Gonna come…” You cried as he flicked your clit with his tongue. You were yanking at his hair, which only made him moan and made for a sweet vibration on that bundle of nerves. You rolled your hips against his face faster, nearing the edge. The sounds his tongue and your slick were making were enough to put a porno to shame and it only brought you closer.

“Come, let me take you there.” Heaven. You could see it behind your eyelids, could fucking feel it as your orgasm finally shot through the surface, taking you sky high. You let out a litany of curses mixed with his name, eyes watering at the intensity of your high. Earlier you didn’t know if you were flying or drowning, what you realized now was that you were flying and drowning. A mix of gasping for air while simultaneously flying right through it.

Finally you caught a breath as your climax started to fade, Angel still licking his way through it with gentle strokes. You whined as you finally came down, finally came back to this world. He lapped you up slowly and then placed a small kiss to your clit before pulling away and looking up at you. Your breath shook as you looked into his eyes, as he kept your gaze and laced his fingers through yours. You let him. Not having the energy to fight him. He knew what this was, he said it himself before he dropped to his knees. It made you feel slightly less guilty about only taking and not giving.

He finally got to his feet. You saw the tent in his pants but he adjusted himself and cursed under his breath. He didn’t seem to care about that though as he looked at you. You didn’t like the look. A look that held a lot of promise. His beard was slightly damp from your come and your core throbbed at the sight. He licked his lips as if he knew what you were thinking about and took your face in his hands.

“Forgive me.” He whispered, desperate again. You knew what it was. He said he’d get you off, nothing to it, but of course there was a small part of him that thought you’d change your mind after another orgasm.

“No.” Your words stung him, you could tell. But his face hardened and you thought he’d pull away. But instead, he stroked your bottom lip with his thumb.

“You will.” And with that promise he was walking out the door, leaving you more confused than ever.

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randomrosewrites · 4 years ago

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Could you do an Albedo x reader where the reader is Klee's actual older sibling?

a/n: This idea is really cute and I kinda got ahead of myself and it's almost 3 pages lol

Life and Love

Pairing: Albedo x GN reader Tags: Fluff, domestic life, shyness, Klee being adorable as always

Albedo is first introduced to you from Alice when he first arrives in Mondstat. Though he doesn’t learn much from you, as Klee’s the one that bombards him with questions and chats excitedly with him.

Being her older sibling, you share some physical traits with Klee, like her pointed ears. Though the two of you couldn’t be more different in terms of personality.

While Klee runs around, full of energy, you’re always following behind her, carefully watching to make sure that she doesn’t hurt herself or others.

Albedo doesn’t see much of you initially, he’s always busy in his lab or up on the mountains. Though he does drop by your house as a common courtesy, or when he walks Klee home after a long day.

One day, he’s on Dragonspine, deep into an experiment when he hears a familiar cry. He turns around and makes out two figures in the snow.

“Hello Mister Albedo!” Klee waves at him. She runs forward and jumps into his arms, making him stumble backward. He shifts his arms to hold her better.

“What are you doing here, Klee?”

“We came to see you here!” she exclaims, cheeks red with the cold. “I wanted to see you so bad.”

“She wouldn’t stop asking to come until I brought her,” you sigh, brushing the snow from your coat. “So here we are.”

Albedo sets Klee down by the fire. “I see. Well, can I get you anything to drink? I’m sure it was a cold trip.”

“Ooh, I want hot coco!” Klee chips.

Klee drinks her coco then promptly falls asleep, curled up against your side, tiny hands grabbing onto your coat. It’s here that you and Albedo have your first real conversion. A bit rocky and awkward, but the more you talk, the more you begin to warm up to each other.

In the following weeks, your trips to the mountain or to his lab are more frequent. Klee is always eager to see him, sometimes bringing gifts of crayoned drawings or fresh fish (totally not ones she blasted with her pyro bombs). Albedo always accepts them gratefully, cooking up Sunshrine Sprat for you to take home and hanging up the drawings on his wall. It’s a warm welcome to his life.

Sometimes, on the odd occasion that he’s stuck, you’re more than willing to listen to him talk through his experiment and give your opinion. Even if you know next to nothing about what he’s doing, Albedo appreciates that he can talk with you.

Romantic feelings creep up on Albedo slowly over time. He finds himself wishing for you and Klee to visit him more often, he gifts you warming bottles and bioluminescent crystalfly cores to keep you warm at night, he clears a chair and a small stool to make things more comfortable for you and Klee when you come to visit.

Even then, he’s not aware of his own feelings until Kaeya jokingly teases him for his ‘uncharacteristic fascination’ in you. Which makes him consider the weight of his feelings.

He’s not really sure what to make of it. His relationship with you and Klee is very precious to him, he doesn’t want to ruin it by overstepping any boundaries.

So, for the most part, his feelings remain buried, only showing themselves in small ways. Albedo and Klee will gather your favourite flowers and then surprise you with them. Albedo asks Klee what drinks you like, then always makes sure that he has a supply in his lab.

Inevitably, Klee’s the one that lets it slip that Albedo’s feelings might be a bit more than platonic.

“Are you here to help Mister Albedo Draw?” Klee asks when you enter his lab one day. Crayoned drawings are scattered across the table, mixed in with official reports written in Albedo’s neat script.

Albedo, working on an experiment, freezes as if he’s been hit with a cryo attack. You raise a brow, confused. “What are you talking about, Klee?”

“His sketchbooks are full of pictures of you! I saw him trying to hide them when I came in but I saw them!”

Across the room, Albedo’s ears turn bright red. Your stomach flutters and your heart races.

Does he? Albedo only draws things that pique his interest. While he’s shown you some of his drawings of Sucrose or Klee, you’ve never heard anything about drawings of you.

You clear your throat. “You weren’t snooping again, were you?”

“Nuh-uh!” she protests. “I’ve been a good girl, promise!” she looks between you and Albedo, frowning. “...Did I say something wrong?”

You pat her head, ruffling her hat. “No sweetie, you’re fine. I came by to tell you that Mister Kaeya’s taking a trip to Starfell lake. Wanna join him?”

Klee’s eyes light up. “Yes!” She hops off her stool, stuffing drawings and crayons into her bag as she goes. Klee gives you a hug before racing to the door.

“I’ll be back before supper. Bye! Bye bye Mr. Albedo!”

“Goodbye Klee, stay safe,” the alchemist says.

She races out of the room, shutting the door a bit too hard. Some of the bottles in the shelves rattle. The tension in the laboratory is suffocating. Neither of you dare to look each other in the eye.

“So, you draw me?” you begin.

Albedo pauses and inhales sharply. “Yes. I apologize if that makes you feel uncomfortable, I’ll stop if that’s what you want.”

“No it’s...fine. I’m surprised, but I don’t mind.”

Albedo turns to look at you, head tilted slightly. “Why would you be surprised, you’re a beautiful person.”

His confession, pure and honest, has you at a loss for words. “I just...didn’t think I was that interesting to you.”

Albedo’s gaze turns from soft to alluring. “You’re very interesting to me, Y/N.”

Even though you both have your suspicions about the other’s romantic interest, it goes unspoken until a few more weeks go by. It’s almost comical how natural the transition feels, when Albedo suddenly asks if you’d allow him to court you.

You nearly drop the book you’re holding and stare at Albedo as if he’s sprouted a second head. “What did you just say?”

Albedo’s face is blank as he repeats himself. “I said, would you like to be courted next week?”

“...Albedo, are you trying to ask me out?”

“Yes...did I say something wrong? I’m not really used to Mondstadt romance customs…”

A smile spreads across your face and you can’t help the laugh that exits your throat. “No one says it like that. Who told you that’s how you ask someone out? Kaeya?”

The blush on his cheeks is all the answer you need.

Needless to say, you accept. The shift from platonic to romantic with him isn’t all that different from how things normally are.

Albedo’s not really one for hard labels or tradition. He doesn’t feel the need to outwardly say the two of you are dating, or even call your relationship ‘dating’ either. He’s romantically interested in you. You’re romantically interested in him. That’s all there is to it.

You do make a point to tell Klee, among other people close to you, and it goes rather smoothly.

“Hey Klee.”

“Mhm?”

“Me and Mister Albedo like each other. Kiss on the lips like each other.”

“Oh wow! Does that mean he’s my big brother?”

She’s very sweet and happy about it, even if she’s not too sure what people in romantic relationships do.

Dates are odd. Half the time they’re crashed by Klee, who insists on joining in whenever the two of you have ‘playdates’. Albedo’s schedule also makes it hard for anything formal to happen.

Affection is also tough. Albedo’s not one for PDA in the slightest, but anything behind the doors of his lab is fair game. Kisses, hugs, cuddles, etc.

...the only problem is that there’s been numerous times where Klee has barged in suddenly, making the two of you jump away from each other, embarrassed.

It’s never something that bothers you or Albedo, just frustrating. But Klee makes it hard for you to remain that way when she acts so cute, telling you about the latest thing Kaeya told her.

Whenever you do want some alone time, you hand her off to Kaeya, who makes sure to keep her entertained while you and Abledo get some alone time. (He returns Klee later on with his hair braided poorly and a bunch of hairpins stuck in it.)

Sometimes, when the weather is nice, all three of you go to starsnatch cliff and have a picnic. Klee chases the dandelions in the wind while you and Albedo watch her from the blanket, fingers interlaced together.

And on those clear-blue days, where the wind blows through your hair gently, drying the paint on Albedo’s paintings, you feel nothing in your heart but love.

It’s perfect, a small slice of Celestia for the three of you as a family.

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mayans-sauce · 4 years ago

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Break Up, Make Up (1/3)

Pairing: Bishop Losa x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, angsty af to begin with! Mention of Riz being dead, break up, cursing, it gets a little bit physical but it’s barely, a little bit smutty

Based on this request from anon Bishop please!! He did the dumb thing and broke up with you to protect you but then he's watching you pack your stuff up and he can't go through with it and apologises and.... Smut! 🔥🔥🔥 but I did change some things up so I hope that’s alright!

A/N: Part 1 of this Bishop fic I’m working on. I promise that part 2 will be heavy with smut! Hope you all enjoyed❤️

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“So it’s not me? It’s you? Huh, Bishop? Really? That is so cliche!”

You and Bishop had a heated argument in Templo. You weren’t sure how it started because one minute, it looked like it was all fine, and the next minute you were fighting and breaking off your relationship.

You had come over to check on him since he had been so distant lately after Riz’s death. He hadn’t been himself lately, especially not with you, and he showed it by not answering your calls or not coming home when he was supposed to. You figured that he just needed some time after the loss of his brother, but you were concerned and worried about his well-being, so you came over to check on him.

When you walked into Templo, he was all alone. The lights were dimmed; the only source of light was his cigarette in his mouth that lit up his face, a glass of whiskey in the other one.

He hadn’t heard you come in, his mind deep in thoughts about whatever was bothering him. “Bishop?” His head perked up at the sound of your voice, a small smile on his face that quickly dropped to the one he had before just moments ago. “Can I… come in?” You were still standing at the door, not sure if he wanted you to come in or not. “Of course,” his voice was a little hesitant, but you were glad that he accepted the invite.

You stood by his side, a hand was laid on one of his tense shoulders, “Is everything alright?” He didn’t say anything; he just signaled you to sit on his lap. You did so, and your arms went around his neck as one of his arms curled around you. The sides of your heads resting against one another as you took in the sound of each other’s even breaths and the faint noise from outside the room.

Nothing was said for a while, and everything felt fine and dandy until he spoke words that you would have nightmares about.

“I think we should break up…” That took you off guard. It looked like everything was okay now with you two softly cuddling together. Why did he say that?

“Wh-what?” Both of your hands were on his chest to pull you away a little to get a good look at him. “Wh-what are you saying, Bishop?” He made you get up so he could stand as well, standing at opposite sides of his chair.

“We should break up Y/N. I’m not… good for you… I can’t take care of you. I can’t protect you. You will end up hurt in the end or even worse dead if you stay by my side… like Riz.”

“Bullshit Bishop,” anger in your voice as you spoke, arms crossed in annoyance, “Riz knew what he signed himself up for when he joined the club; all of them did, I did as well when I decided to be with you. I know the risks of being involved in the club, and I don’t care. That is my own risk to take, and I won’t think twice about it if that means that I get to be with you.”

He let you have this little rant, not saying anything, just listening to you as he always did when you spoke. He respected your words, and he would never talk over you until you finished.

“Sweetheart, I… still think we need to break up. I love you. I always have, and I always will, and this has nothing to do with you as a person because you are just so… fuck… so wonderful, caring, and the most beautiful woman on this planet, but I don’t deserve you; I’m not good for you. I won’t corrupt you with my life in the club; I just can’t.”

He had no emotion on his face as he spoke. That was his way of trying to hide how he felt. He was angry and heartbroken on the inside, but this felt right in his heart. It felt right to let you go so that you would be safe and protect from him and the club, even if letting you go gave him enormous pain and suffering.

“So it’s not me? It’s you? Huh, Bishop? Really? That is so cliche!” Now you were almost screaming, not caring that the rest of them were just right outside those doors. “Please, Bishop,” your voice was just a whisper now, sad and innocent as you tried your best to persuade him into thinking more about this haste decision, “please don’t leave me.”

“I-I’m sorry querida… this… I just…” he couldn’t get his words out; they were too painful to utter. His head was now down in shame at the pain he had inflicted upon you. When he finally looked up at you, into those eyes that had him fall in love with you all over again, but they weren’t happy and cheerful like they always were when you looked at him. Tears were falling, and they looked hurt and empty.

“Y/N I-“ you cut him off, you didn’t want to hear any more from him, “I think I’ve heard enough Bishop… I’ll leave now… goodbye.” You just wanted to leave as soon as possible, not hearing his pleas for you to stay so he could explain himself.

Bishop didn’t register what had just happened until the sound of the Templo door closed. Only then did he realize how much he had fucked up and how much he regretted what just happened. He needed you in his life. He would always need to have you there by his side to love and comfort him, even when he was such a dick. Bishop knew he had fucked up big time. All you wanted was to try and help him in this challenging situation.

Coming home to your shared house, the first thing you did was find your suitcase to pack. All of your belongings wouldn’t fit into one, but for right now, you just packed a few clothes and such. You would need to agree with Bishop to pick the rest of your things another time, but the pain and hurt to be in your house with all the memories you created were too much, and you just needed to get out of there as fast as you could.

Amid your packing, you heard the front door open and close, heavy and rushed footsteps that belonged to no other than Bishop coming closer to your shared room. The door burst open, and he was met with you packing the last few things before you closed it and got up to stand. “I’m leaving.”

“Y/N I-“ “I’ll see you soon, Bishop.”

You quickly went to the front door, ready to get out of that house. Bishop was hot on your tail. He needed to fix this; he just needed to. He couldn’t lose the only thing in life that meant so much to him. He called your name again and again as you went through the house to the door.

“What, Bishop?” You finally answered; your body turned towards him just as you were about to open the door.

“Please don’t leave! Please baby! I-I didn’t mean any of those things! I didn’t know what got over me.”

He would expect you to forgive and forget as easy as it was to breathe, but you wouldn’t let him have that. He hurt you badly, and the words he said did have some truth to it.

“You hurt me, Bishop, do you know that? I just… can’t forgive so easily… I just need to get out of here for a while. Maybe we both need some time apart before we continue this.” You felt bad about leaving him while he was still grieving the loss of Riz, but he wouldn’t accept your reassurance and comfort, so in your mind, you thought that it would be best to leave him for a while so he could take it at his own pace, and when you were both ready again you would make this work.

“Goodbye, Bishop,” and with that, you were out the door.

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It had been a few days after you had left your shared home. Coco and Letty had been so kind to let you stay with them while you worked shit out. You hadn’t heard anything from Bishop personally, but Coco came home with updates for you. Bishop was sad, angry, and snappy at all of them. It didn’t sound like he was getting better with you gone, and after a few days, you realized that it was a mistake that you left.

That’s when you decide to go back to the house and talk with him, work out how you would move forward. Upon arrival, the place was dark, and it looked like no one was home. When you entered the front door, a strong smell of cigarettes could be felt in your nostrils. It was a sign that he indeed was here. Following the scent into the living room, you found him on the sofa with smoke in hand. The room was dark except for a lamp in the corner that gave off a faint light.

“What the fuck are you doing here,” he spat out after taking a long drag from the smoke. Brought back a little, you blinked your eyes rapidly a few times to get your bearings.

“Nice to see you, Bishop,” you answered sarcastically while your arms crossed and you propped your hip.

“You left me, didn’t you, so why the fuck are you back?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him and how he was acting.

“You didn’t answer my calls when I tried to reassure and comfort you when… he died,” you didn’t dare say his name in case it triggered something in Bishop, “and then you talk about wanting to break up with me? I just thought you needed some time Bishop and besides, you hurt me with what you said. I came back now to work something out, but I can clearly see that you don’t want me here. So I’ll just leave you to it.” You turned on your heel and marched out toward the front door.

“Get back here!” His heavy footsteps could be heard behind you. Just as you were about to open the door to leave, Bishop grabbed your forearm a little more hard than he intended to, pulling you towards him.

“Ouch!” You yanked your arm away from his tight grip that hurt you a little. Two of your hands went to his chest to push him a little away from you. “Do not touch me, Bishop!”

All you did was stare at each other as it felt forever, but it was only a couple of seconds. The built-up tension that had been brewing for the last few days could be felt between the two of you. You knew where this would end up, like it always did, with some hot and steamy make-up sex, because as much as you got angry and frustrated with one another, you both couldn’t keep it up for long and would eventually snap.

You tried your best this time not to make that happen, but you failed to move an inch, to get away from the situation you knew was going to happen. His eyes told you all his secrets; they were dark and dilated, hungry with the need of you after so long.

It didn’t take long for him to take significant strides towards you, pinning you between him and the outer door, holding your hands above your head so you couldn’t touch him.

His hungry lips found your desperate ones, moving them against you almost animalistic, sucking and biting your bottom lip. They slowly moved down towards the valley of your breasts but not before biting and sucking on your pulse point, which made your knees buckle.

He tapped the back of your thighs to let you know that he wanted you to wrap your legs around him. Doing so, he walked you back to the shared bedroom effortlessly. Once inside, he dropped you down and ordered you to take off all your clothes. He watched as you stripped down each article of clothing, his hand palming his growing erection that started to become too tight in his jeans.

When all of the clothing was off, he took some time to admire your body, his heart beating faster and faster as he was watching you. Even though you always got insecure when he was staring at you like that, he continuously reassured you that for him, it was like looking at a piece of beautiful art.

“Don’t you dare to fucking cover yourself,” he spoke in an almost aggressive tone when he saw you cross your arms around your stomach, trying to hide from him. “You are perfect, doll, don’t ever hide from me, you understand?” You gave him a nod of your head, telling him that you understood, “now come here,” he beckoned you with his finger to come closer to him.

When your faces were inches away from each other, he pointed down to the floor, and you knew what that meant. He was in control tonight, and you had no other choice but to listen to him. You happily went on your knees, no questions asked as you loved to bring Bishop such great pleasure with your mouth. It was one of your favorite things that you did for him.

“Are you gonna be a good pet tonight and listen to me?” A faint “yes” left your lips; something Bishop wasn’t too happy about. His hand went behind his ear, “I can’t hear you.” “Yes, I will be good tonight.” “Good because the night is young and I’m gonna take my sweet time at destroying you tonight.”

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cryingoverafictionalcharacter · 4 years ago

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Prompt: Veritaserum is one of the most powerful potions in the wizarding world, a few drops able to make the one who takes it to reveal their deepest secrets with no hesitation. So of course Fred and George learn how to make it for a prank, however it quickly backfires when they test it out on Y/N, who happens to have a crush on the older Weasley twin.

Warnings: swearing? Kind of angsty for like two seconds, That’s it really.

A/N: Sorry I haven’t written in so long, finals are kicking my ass and I barely have time to myself anymore. That being said, I hope you enjoy! This idea has been rattling around my brain for a while.

You sat in the Gryffindor common room, sipping hot coco and enjoying the rare silence as you read a book. You had just gotten to the end of your chapter when a pair of red haired boys walked in, interrupting your solitude.

“Hello Y/N” George greeted you, sitting in the open spot next to you, George following his movements on the other side of you.

“What do you want?” You asked, not looking up from your book. You could tell by Fred's’ tone that he was planning something, and you had no interest in being a part of it.

“Now dear Y/N, why do you think we want something from you?” Fred asked, having a very similar expression to his brother.

Instead of replying you simply gave Fred a look as if to ask ‘do I look stupid?’ Fred got the message and his face shifted from a fake casual look to a smile.

“You know us so well” He laughed, causing you to shake your head and close your book.

“Unfortunately” You sighed, putting your book to the side to give the boys your full attention.

In fact, you did know the twins well, almost better than they knew themselves. You had met them in your first year, and when you were sorted into Gryffindor, the three of you became inseparable, in fact, you were one of the only people who were able to tell them apart. However, you couldn’t deny that you and Fred spent a bit more time together, whether it be in class or on the quidditch pitch, you were constantly making each other smile and laugh, and you knew you could tell him anything. Well, except for the fact that you also happened to have a massive crush on him since fourth year. That would remain a secret.

You watched as the boys moved to sit on the couch across from you, now facing you with a similar smile on their faces.

“We have what could quite possibly be, the best prank in Hogwarts history” George said, trying to sell you on their idea, which you still haven't heard.

“What would you say” Fred started “if you could ask Snape any question you wanted. Anything from test answers to the color of his underwear-”

“Eww” You interrupted

“Exactly! The blackmail potential, the humiliation, the revenge. What would you say?” George finished looking at you.

“I would say you’ve both lost your marbles. Snape hardly speaks let alone confesses those types of things” You said

“But what if... We had a way to make sure he did” Fred asked.

You finally put the pieces together, your jaw dropping to the floor. “How did you-”

“Snape has a book of rare spells and potions” George started

“And we checked it out for the weekend” Fred finished.

“So you stole it” You stated

“More like borrowed, for educational purposes” Fred argued

“Its all set up. We’ll sneak it into his pumpkin juice before class, spread out the word and by second period tomorrow, we’ll have gotten revenge from all the torment. All you need to do, is make sure the potion works” George said, making your eyes widen.

“I’m not taking that!” You practically yelled. You trusted the boys to not ask you any questions that were too personal, that being said, there was still a lot of room for embarrassment, or for the potion to go completely wrong.

“Oh come on Y/N, worst case scenario it doesn’t work” George defended, but Fred could tell you still weren’t convinced.

“Hey” Fred said, leaning forward and gently grabbing your hand, squeezing it comfortingly “I promise we wouldn’t ask if there were risks that could hurt you”

You were to focused on containing the butterflies that had erupted in your stomach from Fred’s touch to notice how George looked between the two of you, or how he suddenly seemed to have an idea.

“Ok fine” You said, causing the two boys to cheer, before George turned and dug out a small glass vial from his bag.

“Two drops should do the trick” George said, adding a few drops of the liquid into your drink from earlier.

You picked up the drink and eyed it, considering backing out but the thought of finally getting back at Snape for humiliating you, and so many others took over. Taking a breath, you finished your drink and set down the mug.

“How long until it starts working?” You asked after a few seconds, not feeling any different.

“It should take effect immediately” Fred said, looking at you for any sign of discomfort or change in mood. “What’s two plus two?”

“Four” You said

“You need to ask better questions than that! Something to prove she can only tell the truth” George said, turning his attention back to you “How old where you when you had your first kiss?”

“Fourteen” You said, surprised at how the words seemed to tumble out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“What’s your most embarrassing story from Hogwarts?” Fred asked

“I once accidentally called Professor McGonagall mom in front of the entire class in first year... fuck you weren't supposed to know about that. Stop asking embarrassing questions you git!” You yelled at the older red head, who simply laughed and shook his head.

“No, I think this is quite fun actually” He said, before George continued.

The questions went on for a few minutes, asking you things from what your favorite color was, to the worst date you’ve ever been on, but finally, the two red heads seemed convinced.

“Alright, it seems like its working” George started, but the glint in his eye showed that he wasn’t quite finished yet. “Who do you have a crush on?”

You couldn’t cover your mouth fast enough. You couldn’t think to run away before the name was tumbling from your lips. You couldn’t do anything but sit and watch in horror, as you answered the question.

“Fred Weasley”

The room went dead silent, the only sound coming from the clock in the corner of the room.

“Y/N I-” Fred started, but you stood up and ran out of the room before he could say anything else.

“I knew it!” George shouted with glee once you were out of earshot, causing Fred to whip his gaze to glare at his brother.

“George what the fuck!” Fred yelled, anger evident in his voice.

“What? You’ve been pining over her like a sad puppy for over a year. Now you finally know” George defended, watching as his older brother quickly stood to follow you.

You had ran as fast as you could, weaving through students and running through corridors before you finally found yourself sitting at a hidden spot by the black lake, finally letting the tears you had been fighting go.

You had liked Fred since fourth year. You had been yelled at in front of the whole class, and were so humiliated you skipped the rest of the school day. Fred had found you, and talked with you all day, making you laugh and smile, not leaving until you finally felt better.

Ever since then your feelings grew. This last summer, you had spent the summer at the Weasley’s and found it a bit hard to sleep one night. You had gone outside to watch the stars, and Fred had joined you. You spend hours talking about life, your futures, your friendships, and at one point, he had looked at you in a way that made you wonder if maybe your feelings weren't one sided. Now you could see that wasn’t the case.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching you. Without looking up, you already knew it was Fred. You were now sitting with your knees pulled into your chest, your chin resting on the tops of your knees as you looked out at the water.

“This spot taken?” Fred asked, motioning to the spot beside you. You didn’t answer, just shook your head, giving the boy permission to take a seat next to you.

“The potion should have worn off by now, so you shouldn’t have to worry about it anymore” Fred said softly, as if not to spook you.

“You don’t have to do this you know” You mumbles, still refusing to meet Fred’s eyes, who were now looking at you with confusion.

“Do what?” He asked

“Try and make me feel better. I know were friends and everything, but I know you don't feel the same way, and I’d really rather just be alone then pretend everything is ok between us.” You said, trying not to let anymore tears fall.

Fred heard these words and felt his heart break. Fred, unknown to you, had also shared your feelings. Your smile could light up any room. You were so unconditionally kind to everyone you met. Your laugh was his favorite sound, and he had made it his goal to try and hear it as often as possible. He had been trying to drop hints, flirtatious comments, or small gestures, and that one night at the burrow, where you were under the stars, he thought he had finally made it clear how he felt. Apparently not, and he didn’t want to waste any more time trying to be subtle.

“See, now I know the potion isn’t working anymore” Fred chuckled, causing you to look at him with a confused expression.

“What?” You asked

“I do feel the same way” Fred said softly

“Fred... you don’t have to say it if you don't-” You started

“Hold on” Fred interrupted, digging through his pocket and pulling out the same small vial from earlier, before tilting his head back and taking a swig. “Now ask me”

“Oh my god, Fred I-” You asked.

“Ask me who I have a crush on” Fred said simply.

“Fine... Who do you have a crush on Fred?” You asked quietly, almost afraid of what the answer would be.

“Y/N L/N” Fred answered, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“You do?” You asked, a smile forming onto your lips.

“Yes” He replied, a smile growing across his face as well.

“Well why do you like me?” You asked, a hint of teasing to your voice.

“Well, you’re beautiful, you’re the funniest person I’ve ever met, you are so kind to everyone you meet, you’re super smart, you have a great ass- wait fuck that wasn’t supposed to come out” Fred said, about to continue but you kept him from going on by finally closing the space between you and pressing your lips to his.

Fred responded instantly, smiling into the kiss before moving his hands to your waist, while yours went to hold his face. You stayed like this for a moment, moving in sync with each other before finally pulling away for air.

“Told you I liked you back” Fred said, making you laugh before re connecting your lips but only for a moment.

“So I’m the funniest person you’ve ever met?” You asked.

“Yes... hey not fair!” Fred complained, making you laugh once again.

“Ok ok fine” You said, allowing Fred to reconnect your lips once again, before breaking away again.

“You think I have a great ass?”

“Yes- Y/N!”

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A/N: Hiiiii! I hope you guys enjoyed! I’ll hopefully be writing more in the future since the school semester is slowing down a bit, but until then check out my other work if you want or leave a request. Thank you all for reading!

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years ago

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Grey Singlet

Thank you so much to @beccabarba for once again being my beta for this series.

Warnings: Season 3 spoilers, talks of what’s going on with Coco in as less detail as possible. Swearing and Smut.

WC: 1875

*Grey Leather*

*Grey Uniform*

*Grey Dress*

*Grey Vase*

*Grey Blanket*

*Grey Jeans*

*Grey Socks*

*Grey Boxes*

*Grey Balloons*

Enjoy x

You walked straight in the door dropping your work bag on the floor as you stomped down the hall way, walking straight to the fridge in the kitchen, pulling out a beer and twisting the cap off, sculling it down and slamming the bottle on the bench hard. You lent your palms down on the counter, the weight of your shift heavy on your shoulders and you held back the need to scream after everything that had been going on already and now this.

The shift had been fine for the first couple of hours, till a call came in and as soon as you heard the address and a brief description of what was going on, you panicked, knowing what was to come. Your partner speed over to the address with lights and sirens and when you pulled up, Rosa was standing on the front grass in her work suit, tears running down her face and her hands shaking. You both jumped out of the ambulance grabbing your equipment bags and running towards the house. Rosa followed muttering the chain of events that had led to call being made,

“Rosa” you stopped putting your hand on her shoulder, with your poker face on, trying not to show any emotions just yet “I need you to calm down. I want you to call Gilly, Angel or Ez and tell them to get here, now, ok?”

You and your partner rushed inside to Letty shaking a passed-out Coco crying into his chest. Your partner walked over to her first trying to calm her down and pulled her off him so you could look over him. Rosa walked in the door, calling Letty over and she rushed over to her, hugging her and crying into her shoulder, Rosa’s hand rubbing over her back. Your partner got to work taking vitals after you had undone his shirt and you pulled out the medication you knew you would need. When your partner gave you the go ahead, you stuck the needle straight into his leg injecting it into it. Your partner grabbed a vomit bag to get it ready for him for when he came too, just as Angel, Ez and Gilly busted through the door.

You yelled at everyone to wait outside while you both fixed him up, putting in a cannular, your partner pumping through a bag of fluids. Coco grabbed your hand as you stood up, looking up at you with tear-stained eyes and a slight smile. You nodded back running your thumb over his knuckles. You let his hand go walking out through the kitchen and out the back door pulling off your gloves as you went, flicking them off,

“Everything ok?” Gilly sat up off his chair and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“How long has this been going on?” You looked at Letty.

“Couple of weeks” she sobbed back and you nodded back.

“Did you know?” You looked at Rosa and she shook her head no.

“I would have told you, you know that”

“Go see him” you looked between Rosa and Letty, and they walked inside.

You looked over your shoulder till Letty and Rosa were inside, the door closing behind them. You looked back at the three bikers standing in front of you and they could see the rage in your face,

“Did you all know?” they could hear the anger in your voice. You looked at the three of them all looking at each other “Did you all know?” you repeated again raising your voice.

“What did you want us to do?” Gilly shot back standing up, his hands going to his hips.

“To get him help” you shouted “You let Letty go through all this on her own, you’re his brothers. And you left him when he needed you the most”

“He didn’t want our help” Angel shouted back at you taking a step closer throwing his arms out at you.

You matched his steps coming toe to toe with him, looking up into his face, your brows frowned.

“He doesn’t know what he wants” you spat back “Your meant to take care of him”

Angel looked down at you, titling his head to the side,

“Your fucking scary when your pissed, you know that”

“Told you, you’re lucky she isn’t holding a bat” Ez muttered and you shot him a dirty look.

“Does Bishop know? Taza? Hank?” All three men shook their heads at you and you scoffed walking to go back inside “Tell them now or I will”

You change out of your uniform and slipped on a grey singlet dress. You went to the linen cupboard pulling out a picnic rug, walked to the fridge to grab another beer, to the cabinet grabbing a packet of chips and you made your way out the back door. You walked to the tree in the corner laying down the rug and made yourself comfortable on your back looking up at the clouds rolling over the blue sky.

Music was flowing softly out of your phone when a reeve of his motor bike broke loud over the music. You laid there for a bit, watching birds fly overhead, when you heard the back door open and you looked to see Bishop walking towards you in just a black tank top, cotton shorts, socks and holding a beer,

“Hey baby”

You sat up on your elbows,

“Hey my love, how was your day?” you tried to sound cheerful, not letting on you were stressed from the day, in case he didn’t know anything yet.

Bishop came up to the rug and knelt down next to you, peaking your lips and then laying down on his side, propping his head up with his arm,

“Not as eventful as yours” Bishop smirked “You’re starting to get a reputation, baby” he looked over at you giving you a wink and let out a chesty laugh.

“I’ am sorry” you sat up curling your legs under yourself “What are you talking about?”

“Had a chat with the three stooges not long ago” Bishop locked eyes with you his hand coming up to rest on your cheek, his thumb running along your bottom lip “I wonder everyday how I got so lucky”

“You’re not mad I didn’t call you straight away?”

Bishop shook his head sitting up, his hand going to your thigh,

“You gave them a chance to tell me and if they didn’t you would have. You made a good call; you gave them a chance to step up. Angel wants to patch you in, those Reyes’s think your pretty badass” he chuckled “I agree”

You giggled, blushing and looking down, your hand going on top of his.

“Coco?”

“He’s been taken care of, the kid too”

You nodded, giving him a small smile and you felt the weight of the day being lifted off your shoulders. You sighed contently, taking a sip of your beer and looking back at Bishop’s fiery lust filled eyes,

“You know baby” Bishop sat his beer down on the grass, got up on his knees and started to push you down onto your back by your shoulder “Every time I think about you fired up, it drives me crazy. It’s so hot.”

You dropped back on your back, your loose hair fanning around you, Bishop threw one leg over you so he was straddling your thighs. His big long fingered hands grabbed your wrists and pinning them above your head. He laid flat on top of you, his legs stretching down and he pushed one between your legs nudging them apart. Bishop kissed you lightly on the lips a couple of times before nipping at your bottom one and then he started to kiss up to your ear, his long beard running along your skin made you wiggle underneath him, starting a fire in your core.

Bishop took both of your hands in one, his long fingers around your wrist. His other hand running down your arm, down to your breast giving it a quick squeeze hardening your nipple, before it kept running down over your side, down your thigh and up under your dress. Bishop moved his leg out from between yours and his rough hand ran up the inside of your thigh to your panties, playing with the edge of them and you whimpered biting your bottom lip.

Bishop kissed down to your wind pipe and back up nipping on your ear lobe, two of his fingers diving into you. You moaned and raised your hips up into them,

“You’re such a good girl, baby. Taking care of business like that” Bishop whispered into your ear “Don’t be too loud, we don’t need a noise complaint” he breath heavy into your ear.

Bishop pushed in another finger and his thumb met your clit, your moans got a little louder and he sshhed into your ear. You bit your bottom lip to quieten your noises, Bishop’s fingers were thrusting into you strong and deep, his thumb moving in circles. Your body started to heat up, your knees bending up and your toes curled up on the rug. You gasped as quietly as you could, Bishop’s name whispering from yours lips. Your wet covering his fingers and slightly seeping out.

Bishop pulled away from you, sitting up off you, pushing down his shorts and boxers. His hard cock springing out and he wrapped his wet hand he just pulled out of you around himself and stroked himself fast. You sat up on your elbows, your eyes glued to Bishop’s hand, watching him, arousal pulsing through you again, before they moved up to meet his face, his brows frowned and his mouth slightly open. You could tell he was close by his heaving chest.

Bishop's free hand went to your dress pushing it right up to your chest, the warm sun hitting your skin. Your hands went to his cheeks, pulling him down to you, your lips crashed together, your tongues rolling together. Bishop’s free hand went to the back of your neck, gripping it firmly. Your hands moved up into his hair, your hands balling into fists tugging on his hair slightly, pulling a groan from him. Bishop froze, grunting into your mouth and you felt ropes of his hot milky cum landing on your tummy above your belly button, dripping down slowly.

Bishop pulled back from you, his forehead covered in sweat and looking down at you with a breathless grin looking at the mess he made on your skin before pulling his shorts back up. Bishop then moved to pulled off his tank top, wiping your skin clean and fell back off you onto his back. You pushed your dress back down and laid half on top of him covering his face with kisses, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back and the other going to the back of your head, sitting on the back of it gently,

“I love you” you looked down at him stroking his cheek.

“Love you too. You know baby, I like that the club think’s you’re a badass”

“Why is that?” you giggled.

“Because then everyone knows not to fuck with Bishop’s Queen”

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jangmi-latte · 4 years ago

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May i request headcanons for all dorm leaders reacting to a drunk s/o. Thank you!

❞ 𝐓𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐲? 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤? 𝐎𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝? ❝

➻ content: four doughnuts!

➻ warnings: slightly nsfw on leona’s part!! mentions of alcohol!

➻ comments: since i haven’t tweaked my rules *wink* just yet, i’ve made coco use the cafe’s wheel to pick four dorm leaders for this request! hope you don’t mind! also, i don’t and haven’t drunk alcohol — ma'am this is a cafe —, therefore i did as much research (also known as making my waiters drunk) as i can when it comes to being drunk. cough also from seeing my relatives and friends go drunk cough.

Ⅰ.

༄ kalim is from a wealthy family so it’s no surprise he’s exposed to alcohol, mostly wine but kalim – being as he is still under age – doesn’t really like drinking.

༄ what he didn’t expect was for someone to sneak alcohol into one of his banquets unnoticed. even jamil didn’t notice due to his hectic schedule.

༄ sam, what have you been selling in your shop–

༄ it was a clear liquid. having nearly the same viscosity as water, you were unaware of how much you were drinking. let’s say you’re unaware of what alcohol tastes like. sure, it tastes weird but oh boy, the heat that spread out through your neck and body was quite addictive. the way it tickles your tongue makes you giggle at times.

༄ this is some odd kind of water huh, just what else does the land of hot sands have?

༄ as it was your first time drinking, it wasn’t a surprise to see you get drunk after three glasses. apparently, it was white wine. is kalim familiar with this kind of alcohol? yes. but he doesn’t know it was being served.

༄ kalim started to notice your sudden change in demeanour when you started to giggle a lot. you would suddenly cling on his arm or nuzzle your nose against his neck.

༄ kalim's delighted by your affection, oblivious to the fact you're drunk as fuck and will continue to giggle out of nowhere.

༄ if jamil pointed out your sudden change of attitude, kalim would go “oooohhh” and just laugh along with you.

༄ now jamil would question if kalim’s drunk too.

༄ if your laughing would go out of control, ah, our little sunshine would try to stop you and drag you away. you’re light and you’re not struggling so he could easily drag you away from the banquet and into a spare room that’s next to his.

༄ if you woke up with a hangover the next day, kalim is immediately by your side while also asking help from jamil to tend to you.

༄ you can not get away from his stories and it would make you extremely embarrassed that you suddenly turned into a maniac during one of his parties. did anyone take a video? who knows.

༄ you now hereby made a mental note not to drink alcohol ever again. just wait till you go to kalim’s hometown where there’s A LOT of alcohol to drink. you can’t avoid it but hey at least you know how you act when you’re drunk.

༄ kalim won’t be talkative about what happened but can you guarantee it won’t slip from his lips every now and then every time a banquet is brought up to a conversation?

Ⅱ.

༄ okay, let’s give more attention to leona’s homeland, yeah?

༄ so there’s a party. it’s not dedicated to anyone, perhaps it’s an event or an occasion for the land. the royal household mostly consists of adults, it’s pretty self-explanatory that there will be alcohol.

༄ leona is used to the taste of alcohol. he isn’t exactly an active drinker but his tolerance is high. it would take him how many glasses before he’s drunk. there are different types of alcohols on the table. ranging from beer to whiskey. heck, there’s even absinthe.

༄ he chose to drink the safest alcohol served and that was a martini. since leona doesn’t want to interact with anyone – his brother is loud and catching most of the attention anyways – he just sat at the sides. he couldn’t really sleep with how loud his home was.

༄ what caught his emerald eyes was you. Oh man, was he surprised. you were easily drinking shots and shots of vodka without any trouble. sure he has seen you drink before but seeing you be this energetic and even rather frisky was….quite a turn on.

༄ though he is quite worried, he would love to see what happens when you get drunk. he thought you would just drop and fall asleep on the table.

༄ hell no.

༄ the moment you spotted him with half-lidded eyes, you sauntered over to him with a shot in had and sat on his lap. was he bothered? not in the slightest but he would glare at some men who would stare at you being all wanton on him.

༄ his first instinct? protect you. sure, you’re tipsy or drunk but that doesn’t mean leona would take this as an advantage and just have sex with you despite your seductive advances. he doesn’t mind you being all sexy on him but you don’t know what you’re doing, it’s his turn to pull the responsible card in the relationship.

༄ your consent is very important to him and drunk isn’t consenting.

༄ another thing, he wants you to just put a show for him ONLY, not in public. he’s possessive but your body is for his eyes only.

༄, when you pressed your lips against his, leona would kiss you back for a brief second before pulling away once he noticed your sultry touches. you’re whining but this is leona’s chance to carry you to his room. both your drinks left downstairs while he just cuddles you to bed.

༄ he’ll stop any of your persuasive actions since he could see you’re eyes drooping. he can make love to you some other time. sober you is better. if you won’t stop, ah leona would just passionately kiss you ‘til you eventually passed out.

༄ but that wouldn’t stop any future teasing from him. he’s not gonna lie, it was sexy to see you try and dominate him but again, be sober.

Ⅲ.

༄ like leona, vil is not an exception to the haven’t-encountered-or-drank-alcohol-ever gang. being a popular influencer/model/artist means being invited to gatherings or after production dinners.

༄ he had a couple drinks here and there but vil doesn’t like getting drunk or even intoxicating himself too much. he knows what a drunk mind can do and he has an image to hold to even let something as getting drunk slip his mind.

༄ in short, vil hasn’t experienced getting drunk and avoids doing so.

༄ he’s also picky with what alcohol he consumes. he prefers those that have a small alcohol percentage, those that don’t leave a smell, and those that aren’t strong to taste. he’s strict with his beauty regimen.

༄ so, let’s say you were invited to one of vil’s productions and had an after-production dinner. it wasn’t exactly a formal dinner, just a casual one held by the director in a private restaurant.

༄ there was wine and brandy. our dear model picked wine, of course, and you somehow got curious with the taste of brandy. he wouldn’t stop you, he simply warned you to keep the amount stable and not drink too much. he’ll keep an eye on you just in case you might get carried away. better safe than sorry.

༄ vil took only one glass and was drinking it slowly while you looked like you were going to puke. but it was somehow addicting so you took another shot. he was occupied by conversing with other artists/staff that he would simply look at you from the corner of his eye at all times.

༄ up until he noticed you leaning on your hand propped up by your elbow and just staring at the glass did he finally approach you and immediately asked how many shots did you take.

༄ “four....?” you slurred before pulling him to sit next to you and leaning on his shoulder while hugging his arm.

༄ you were quiet, thank goodness you weren’t really that drunk, but you’re intoxicated alright.

༄ “vil…?” “yes?” “what is rook doing over there?”

༄ okay, now you’re hallucinating. you were pointing at a staff member who nearly had the same haircut as rook. it was his cue to bring you back to pomefiore. Once he was able to excuse himself, he helped you stand up.

༄ sadly, you couldn’t really walk properly without tripping and all that so let’s be thankful that vil does weights. he isn’t keen to the idea of carrying you back and calling a cab to head back since it isn’t really a sight to see.

༄ so, he called rook and made him open the mirror while he carried you bridal-style back to the dorm.

༄ epel is jealous after he found out you were able to have alcohol.

Ⅳ.

༄ we’re going to add our king of hearts to the haven’t-encountered-or-drank-alcohol-ever gang.

༄ okay, maybe just the never-drank-alcohol-gang.

༄ riddle has a strict regimen on himself too. he considers alcohol as a junk food so it’s a big no to him. it’s also going to be a taboo for his mother.

༄ along with kalim, he’s still a minor. alcohol is not that really discussed with anything involved in a conversation with him. academics and schools are top priority, alcohol has no space in his brain nor diet.

༄ he’s not dumb with what alcohol looks like though, so when he saw you drinking beer when he visited ramshackle, he was beyond confused and surprised. his antennas shot up too.

༄ he would scold and question on why you’re drinking something that can harm your liver and you just calmed him down by saying you barely even drink these and that you needed relief from school requirements. you also reassured it was only one bottle and you would drink it slowly. you won’t get drunk.

༄ our king of hearts is confused. since when was alcohol a mood reliever?

༄ he would huff and keep an eye on you despite being all cranky. you would just giggle it off and begin doing your homework again while he tutors you. both of you wouldn’t even notice the increasing bottles of beer that’s popping up beside you as you subconsciously drank more.

༄ don’t ask where the beers are coming from.

༄ when you started to huff and get irritated at riddle did he notice your sudden mood change.

༄ his eyes grew wide when he saw four bottles of beer beside you. poor boy doesn’t know what to do. should he bring you to bed? feed you something? wait, are you even drunk?

༄ you were getting all cranky, you were ‘tsk’ing and growling at certain things. you would rant and pull on your hair when you would get a mistake. it was so unlike you that riddle doesn’t know if he’s getting mad himself or concerned.

༄ he eventually needed to call trey for help. when the vice dorm leader arrived, trey quickly calmed you down and sent you to bed where you quickly passed out.

༄ poor riddle received a thorough explanation from trey about what happened and that, as your boyfriend, he should be more aware.

༄ riddle just removed all alcohols of any kind from your existence the end.

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asociallyawkwardteen · 4 years ago

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FACE - Woosung/Sammy Kim - Drabble

Kim Woosung/Sammy Kim x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Friends to Lovers

Word count: 2,5k

Summary: After a long semester of uni finally comes to an end, y/n and her friends are able to go out again and have fun. A fun night out turns into something very beautiful.

(Also I would like to apologize for any errors, english is not my first langugae so please have mercy on me ^^’)

~Hope you like it!

„Finally!!! We are done with all those stupid exams!!!” your friend Coco shouted once you got back to your apartment from Uni after having your last exam for this semester today.

“Hey, you do know that we have neighbors, right?” you giggled, hitting her in a playful way.

“Yeah, yeah, but aren’t you glad that we finally can relax?? We should celebrate it!”

“Of course I am glad, silly. So how do you want to celebrate surviving another semester?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure yet but I want to do it tonight! Otherwise it’s not as much of an celebration.”

“Sounds a lot like you want to go drinking, huh?”

She smiled at you sheepishly, “Maybe…”

“Okay so a girls night out it is?”

“Eeeeh…” she started hesitatingly, blushing a little

“what do you mean ‘eeeh’?”

“How about…”

“Wait! You want to ask the cute guy from our history class out, don’t you??” you said wiggling your eyebrows at her

“Heyy!” she punched your arm, “what I was going to say was: we could gather a few of our friends… and maaaaybe also hajoon…” she got quieter during the end mumbling the last word.

You grinned. “Well you can invite some people I guess, still don’t have a lot of friends that aren’t also yours here” you smiled a little embarrassed at yourself hearing that coming out of your mouth after being here for already one and a half year.

“Oh just not too many please… I’d like to still keep the circle small tonight.” you added

“Sure thing she said, sitting down on the couch and already looking through her phone for the right people”

Some time passed and you used it well by taking a nap, seemed like the best idea since you’re probably gonna be out the whole night. However, your peaceful slumber was rudely interrupted by Coco barging in your room exclaiming that she finally had the perfect selection of people.

You mumbled a half awake “Shoot” and nuzzled your head back into your pillow.

“Okay so, since we want a rather small group this time, I made sure that I selected them very carefully!” She listed a few of your friend group to which you just nodded to, still half asleep.

“And-I-also-might-have-asked-Hajoon-if-he-was-free-and-he-is-joining-us!!” She quickly spat out hiding her face in her hands squealing like a little kid.

You grinned at her, “glad you finally had the guts to ask him out!”

“That’s not all thought, I thought that since I would be a little occupied with hajoon tonight I though I would invite someone for you too! BUT- Please don’t hit me now okay!”

You slowly opened your eyes looking at her kinda pissed already. “And who would that someone be?”

“Sammy…” she mumbled

“HUH?!?!” now it was really over with your beauty sleep, you shot up in your bed looking at her in disbelief. “Sammy?, you… mean Sammy Kim?? Your freind from highschool, who I had nothing but awkward interaction with since I met him last year?”

“Awkward Interactions?” she giggled, “ if that’s what you call love at first sight but no clue how to handle it, yeah sure you guys had some AwKwArD InTeRaCtIoNs. And now don’t act like I didn’t realize how you two were looking at each other that night, plus how often you too hung out to sTuDy.”

“No No No, he really helped me out with my photography project back then, and you promised me that we would never speak of that night again!” Just as you finished your sentence Coco’s phone made a ding. She opened it and grinned once again.

“Oh come on you both have the hots for each other but your are both to scared to admit it and I like the effect you have on each other, you both are like creative chargers for one another. I’ve yet to see you procrastinate when he is around and you have heard his music improving yourself, do you think that comes just out of nowhere? Huh? Whatever he just texted that he is coming tonight so this discussion is over!”

You looked at her with wide eyes and your heart skipping a beat. You definitely have a crush on Sammy and yeah maybe that happened the first time you met him BUT you were just never really the relationship type of girl, plus you didn’t plan on staying in Korea after Uni so you didn’t want to get to attached to something/someone plus you liked things the way they were up until said night. New Years Eve Party to be exact. You and Coco had a party at the Apartment and most of your friends were wasted at 1am already and Sammy and You also had quite a bit to drink, one thing led to another and you only remember waking up next to him in your bed, all cuddled up together with and hunch of what could have happened. Luckily you two were up before everyone else thinking nobody noticed but of course Coco knew the second she looked at you once she woke up. Sammy had to leave quickly that day because of some issues with brother, who wanted to visit him on New Year’s. Ever since than you two tried to keep it casual by not addressing it at all and kind of ignoring each other and your feelings for one another a bit. Until now apparently.

You sighed falling back into your cozy bed once Coco left your room.

~Time skip~

You pushed the thoughts of the night ahead to the side -mostly for Coco since she was worried that you were actually mad at her.

To proof her wrong you put on a smile and you two started to get ready together while blasting music and starting to pre drink a bit. It felt so good though to finally have the time to go out with some friends again after all that studying and stress with exams, just getting ready with your roommate was already so much fun.

Soon your uber came and you were on your way to the club where Coco told the others to meet you. You saw Sammy already when from the car, and your heart stopped a beat. He was just leaning against the wall, headphones in and on his phone. You took a second to admire him before the car came to a spot where you guys could get out. Coco saw him as well form where you two were and tried to scare him since he wasn’t aware of his surroundings, but she failed.

You greeted Sammy with a warm hug, thinking that he would probably feel your fast heartbeat but you always hugged him to say hello and you didn’t want to make things more weird. To your surprise you could feel his heartbeat as well, which weirdly calmed you down a bit.

You too still kept a bit of a distance for now just making things seem “casual”, clearly aware of the tension between the two of you. You got a table at your favorite club and soon drinks started to flow. Your group had an awesome time dancing, drinking, catching up and just enjoying your freedom for now

The DJ was great and constantly playing what you wanted, a couple hours went by and your friend group started to get smaller, one after the other leaving with someone they flirted with for about half an hour. Oh and Coco was all tangled up with Hajoon just as you both expected. You didn’t care about all of that too much just enjoying yourself on the dance floor and chatting a bit with Sammy while still continuously ordering drinks.

Of course some dudes tried to hit on you especially while you were dancing, overflowing with confidence but you just told them to get lost, you were really not interested in any of them. You were really just here to have fun but as you caught a glimpse of the way Sammy was watching your every move you smiled a bit to yourself.

You both were a bit buzzed by now, it being around 1:30am and most of your friends, well actually all of them already gone. The club was still buzzing and you were in no way ready to leave yet, neither was Sammy. It may seem a bit boring to just stand at a table watching a girl dance for hours, only taking breaks to pee or take another shot, not for him tho. Watching your body float over that dancefloor, never missing a single beat, smiling with closed eyes. And every time you were sick of a song you made your way over to him smiling with sparkling eyes in which he could get lost in forever. Every time you would come over you two had a shot or two and every time you went back on the dancefloor you tried to convince him to come with you. He came with once or twice, wanting to stay there with you the whole night just being weightless together but he knew that if he kept dancing with you and already being a bit drunk, he would want more and he wasn’t sure if you were okay with that so he stayed at the table.

At around 3am your feet started to hurt from all the dancing in your heels and you were feeling pretty dizzy, still not wanting to stop dirinking. Sammy knew by the way you came back to him that you were ready to leave and get some food somewhere.

“Sammy…! Wanna grab a bite somewhere?!” you shouted in his ear hoping he would understand with all the loud music and people talking.

To be completely honest he didn’t understand anything over the loud music and his own spinning head but he knew what you wanted so he just nodded and you two left. Once you stepped out of the club you both took a deep breath an looked at each other for a second. In this moment the only thing you wanted to do was kiss him, get lost in his touch and never wake up from it again but instead you just smiled at him and repeatedly said that you were hungry.

Sammy was in the same position, he knew that soon he would not be able to contain himself if you keep looking at him with those intense eyes of yours. He laughed at you being a whiny baby and took your hand to lead you to your guys’ favorite 4am drunk-food place. You both knew that he initially just wanted to yank you a bit in the direction you had to go yet you kept walking hands interlocked up until you got to the food place. It just felt so natural that none of you wanted to let go, so you kept it that way for a few moments longer.

You two kept chatting a bit while enjoying your food. For the few other people in the restaurant you two just looked like a regular couple acting all cute together, feeding each other and giggling while still ordering a few drinks. The owner of the restaurant actually thought you two were so cute that she gave you another soju-bottle for free, “For the lovebirds” she said as she put a the bottle down and winked at you.

You looked at each other with big eyes and you started to giggle since you were still pretty drunk. You took the soju with you and left the restaurant after paying. You were not ready to leave one another yet but you remember that Sammy had that great view from his apartment rooftop so you went there, on the way your hands found each other again and you just walked in silence, enjoying each other’s company.

You set up everything and settled down on the roof with your soju and a blanket just starring into nothing. Soon the two of you were cuddled up listening to each other’s breath.

You sighed “I missed this, you know?”

“Missed what?” he tried playing dumb

“This.. you… us..” you mumbled into his chest trying to hide your blushing

“Me too” he said while running his hands through your hair.

You lifted your head to look at him in the dim light just taking in his features bit by bit. He just smiled at you, slowly closing his eyes, like a cat would do. Carefully you sat up a bit and firmly pressed your lips on his. He smiled into the kiss. It was a very sweet delicate kiss, maybe even innocent, savoring every little moment of a innocent yet so powerful love. You two dragged the kiss as long as your lungs would allow it, after that you quickly nuzzled your head into his warm chest again.

“We should head inside it’s really getting cold and I don’t want you to get sick…” he softly whispered

You nodded and you packed your things to move into the apartment. It was so much warmer and just as cozy as you remembered it. You let out a yawn, stretching your body, Sammy saw his chance and wrapped his arms around you from behind burring his head in your neck. “Tired?” he asked softly.

“yeah… a bit…”

“then let’s go to bed then, shall we?” he asked while already heading towards the bedroom. He gave you his favorite shirt and shorts to sleep in, knowing you would have asked for them sooner or later, also he loved the way they looked on you. You excused yourself to the bathroom to change.

Once you locked the door behind you, you started to freak out silently a bit but on the other hand, everything just felt so right, Your bodies and minds just fit perfectly together and you were kind of mad at yourself for wanting to cut this awesome connection after it got a bit more serious. You washed you face, changed into the clothes he gave you and took a deep breath before heading back to the bedroom.

Sammy was already all cuddled up and his room looked even more comfortable with the delicate fairy-lights you gifted him last Christmas. You crawled next to him getting comfortable. He gave you another soft kiss, but you wanted more. You started to intensify it to which he gave in, you were hungry for him the whole night already so you were more than eager letting your hand slowly travel over his body an to the hem of his boxers but suddenly he grabbed your hand. A bit perplex you broke the kiss and looked at him confused.

“did... did I do something wrong?” you asked quietly “Do you not want to?”

“you didn’t do anything wrong y/n…” he gave you a peck “It’s just, the last time we did it too quickly and lost each other for a few months… And I don’t want to lose you… this... us again... is… is it okay if we just fall asleep in each other’s arms for now?”

You started to tear up a bit at his words, this was the first time he actually told you how he really felt -probably a bit because of the alcohol too but you didn’t mind that- and it made you realize how you felt as well, so you nodded stealing one last kiss before cuddling up with him and slowly drifting of to sleep while listening to his heartbeat.

~To be continued~

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godofsexdrugsandrocknroll · 4 years ago

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Jaune’s Father: “If nothing else, be kind. Kindness costs you nothing, sport”

Weiss: *From underneath many blankets, peeking from behind a comforter* I’m truly sorry, Arc. I had meant to assist you in your dust theory paper, but I’m not feeling terribly well.

Jaune: *Scratches head* Hey, no worries Sn- Weiss. Do you need anything? A hot compress?

Weiss: *Is glad she has a comforter for a shield as she blushes in embarrassment* How! *Coughs, in a normal tone of voice* Excuse me. How did you...

Jaune: I have seven sisters, Weiss.

Weiss: *Nods meekly, still embarrassed* A hot compress would be lovely. I feel awful.

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Yang: *Blinks* Is that vomit boy?

Blake: *Reading* You could try calling him by his name.

Yang: You could try acknowledging his existence. *Blake glares, feeling a little guilty*

Cardin: *Walking by* He needed a warm compress.

Yang: What for?

Cardin: *Feeling kinda humbled, a bit envious* Nothin’ serious.

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Jaune: *Taking box* Thanks Coco, you’re a lot less scary than Poppy said you were.

Coco: *Lowers her shades* Oh, did snookums slander my good name?

Jaune: *Feels his neck get hot* U-uh, no! Just that you were kinda protective of, um, *lifts box, almost drops it and gives Coco a heart attack* this. Sorry. But really, thanks, it’s really nice of you.

Coco: *Clutching her heart, waves him off* Just tell that leggy blonde she owes me some serious cuddling.

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Professor Peach: It’s not often I get students actually interested in my hobby.

Jaune: Well, we are all teenagers.

Professor Peach: *Laughs* True enough. Hmm. *Side eyes Jaune* Well, the same can’t be said for you, young man. *Sees Jaune about to protest* I think what you meant to say is you’re all aspiring Huntsmen and Huntresses. Sometimes the future is so bright and shiny to your classmates that they forgot the everyday. It’s quite nice to see that isn’t the case with each of you.

Jaune: *Opens and closes his mouth, shuffles awkwardly*

Professor Peach: *Smiles softly* You have nothing to be embarrassed of, Jaune Arc. Here *carefully hands his request over* exactly as you requested. Have a wonderful day, child.

Jaune: *Nods quickly and walks off*

Professor Peach: And days like today, Rosalie, are why you do this job. *Happily hums as she gets back to work*

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Jaune: Okay, look, I’m just asking which--

Beryl: *Sighs dramatically* And I’m telling you, kitten *Ignores Jaune’s protests* that they’re all mondo good.

Julie: Like, Bea-Bea’s right. That one *pointing with a fuchsia nail* is just the sweetest thing in the world, will just have you feeling warm and happy inside after.

Cissy: Plus it has just...mmm. Ouch! *Is swatted by Beryl, playfully* You bitch. Anyways, that one right there is just cute and total *squeals* overload. Can’t go wrong with it, it’s a classic.

Beryl: Then that one is probably the safest bet, because who doesn’t love a puppy?

Jaune: A puppy? *Beryl nods* Well, uh, thanks. And I promise I’ll get them back to you by tomorrow. I’ll also see if Ren’s interested, but, uh, maybe keep your semblances ready?

Cissy: *Raises hand* Uh, I haven’t activated mine yet. I’ve just got Nemesis.

Beryl: *Slings arm around Cissy’s shoulders* Don’t worry, kitten, between My House and Julie’s Spit-Spot, plus our weapons we can handle Valkyrie if she gets in a mood.

Jaune: *Deadpan* She was benchpressing one of the academy’s washing machines the other day. No aura.

Julie: We’re good at running away.

Beryl: *Scandalized* Julie!

Julie: Cute boy or not, no way am I getting my face rocked by that monster.

Jaune: *Shrugs, collecting stuff to leave* Um, I don’t know if it’ll work but maybe fill your bags with syrup. Might work as a distraction if Mt. Nora erupts.

Beryl: *Flatly* Really?

Cissy: *Flips platinum blonde hair* I saw her drinking it right out of the bottle once before Lie stopped her.

Beryl: *Sees Jaune’s gone, giggles* Somehow I think kitten got the better end of the deal. *Speculative* Shame he’s super taken.

Julie: Uh, what? Isn’t-

Beryl: Oh you sweet summer child, never change *Ruffles Julie’s hair*

Julie: Ack! Stop!

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Jaune: Thanks headmaster! This is all really great!

Ozpin: *Working at desk* No need to thank me, mister Arc.

Jaune: Uh, yeah I do. You didn’t have to allow me to do this, but you did and it’s really neat of you.

Ozpin: *Smiles* Well then, you’re welcome. Enjoy.

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Ruby: You definitely came to the right girl!

Jaune: *Looking at his haul* I’ll say. You’re sure you’re okay with helping? I kinda saw the looks you were giving Crescent Rose back at the forge. *Teasingly* You sure you don’t want some alone time with your baby?

Ruby: *Blushes the color of her cloak* S-shut up! She’ll be fine without me, I was just thinking of trying out some custom dust ammo is all! *Very seriously* I don’t have a problem! You have a problem!

Jaune: Riii-iiight. *Ruby puffs cheeks out, teasingly* Like you don’t have a cookie problem?

Ruby: *Points dramatically, very loud* THAT... *Slumps and sighs* please don’t tell Yang I have a nightly plate of chocolate chip.

Jaune: *Laughs* No problem, Ruby. You know me. How can I turn my back on the girl who actually talked her team into not killing me when I told them I cheated my way into Beacon?

Ruby: Yeah, yeah. So get those babies ready, vomit boy and watch Ruby - I am totally a pro at this and all things wonderful - Rose do her magic!

Jaune: Will do, crater face!

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Jaune: *Grins* Thanks Cardin. You know, when you’re not being all racist and pushing people around you’re actually a really nice guy.

Sky: Ooooh. What a compliment. The kindness just gently caresses your face like a butterfly’s wings, huh Cardin?

Cardin: *Scowling* Shut it, Sky. I’m still trying so that’s totally fair.

Jaune: I, uh, didn’t mean it--

Cardin: *Rubbing neck* I know dude, no worries. Got a date with my girl coming up and it’s our anniversary, so it’s just a little extra. And don’t worry about paying me back, this is like the very least I can do for you after everything. *Jaune’s about to protest* Nope. I know we’re cool, but I was a huge douchebag. I mean it.

Jaune: Well thanks. It means a lot. *Leaves*

Russel: *Reading motorcycle magazine* You don’t have a girl, bro.

Cardin: *Frowns* I know.

Dove: You know you don’t have to help him out like that. You’re only hurting yourself.

Cardin: *Wipes face with hands, flops on his bed and stares at the ceiling* Yeah, well, too bad for Cardin fucking Winchester. If Jaune’s happy, I’m happy. I wasn’t joking when I said he deserves better than me. *Rolls on side to stare at wall.*

RDL: *All staring at their leader, all of them sad*

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Jaune: *Cheerfully* I’m back!

Weiss: *Very grumpily glaring at Jaune from beneath her covers, only her eyes visible, her voice is acidic* It’s quite fine, Arc. It’s only been two and a half hours. I know you have better things to do, so don’t bother acting like you were looking forward to coming back to deal with me.

Jaune: *Winces* Yeah, sorry. I was getting the hot towel when I kinda realized that you’ve probably been dealing with this all by yourself. *Weiss growls* It’s just, I remembered how you said you and your Dad don’t really talk and your little brother’s a, a snot, I think you called him? *Weiss feels embarrassed, but says nothing while staring at Jaune* Just hold on.

*Weiss does but when he comes back in the room her eyes go wide in shock*

Jaune: I-I just have a lot of sisters. Four older, three younger and they all have different things they like when they’re on their period. Saphron’s just happy if I’ll bring her things and Coral just wants me to leave her alone. Peri always wants cuddles and movies and *blushes as he realizes how much he’s talking* I just thought instead of whatever you usually do, you might want something more? Just to try something new?

Weiss: *Stares at several hot compresses, an expensive looking box of chocolates, a small boquet of blue Glory of the Snow’s, a stack of films, several unhealthy but delicious looking snacks and a stuffed polar bear with a top hat*

Weiss: *Wide eyed, completely taken aback* W-what?

Jaune: I-I-I don’t mean to assume anything, but I’m guessing you didn’t really have anyone who tried to make your period any better?

Weiss: I have a butler, Klein, who would always check in on me but never, well I never thought to ask for more. *Very softly as she stares at the rolling entourage of goodies* It never occurred.

Jaune: Okay, well, um, how about I bring this in?

*Jaune does, Weiss watching as he sets the flowers near her bed with wide eyes and gratefully accepting the compress, bringing it under her comforter and sighing in relief*

Jaune: We’ll have to set it up on your scroll, but I did bring movies to just so you have something fun to do today. There’s a family film with an apparently super cute actor, another that’s a cute animated movie that’s a staple of everybody’s childhood except mine apparently, *Weiss snorts, watching the covers* and one about a puppy finding his way home--

Weiss: *Eyes glued to the case, speaks immediately* That one.

Jaune: You sure, I checked the fam--

Weiss: *Eyes not leaving the box* I’m certain. *Flushes* Please?

Jaune: Sure. Just let me set this up.

*Jaune also hands over the chocolates, which Weiss stares at curiously and much to her delight, brings over the bags of snacks and she clutches the bag of cheesy poofs to her, very much wanting to try them for the first time*

Jaune: Okay, that should do it. So you’ve got your Cheez-E-Poofs, I grabbed a few sodas, juices that I thought you might like *quickly* but I also got water! Um, here. *Hands Weiss the stuffed animal, which she stares at and brings close to her face, loving how cute it is and how soft it is* Oh, Ruby helped me dip some strawberry’s in chocolate if you wanna try them later. There’s normal ones too.

Weiss: *Touched and doesn’t know what to say* I-it’s all so...umm, thank you. You really didn’t have to.

Jaune: *Scratches the back of his head, looks away* No problem, Weiss. I’m used to stuff like this, so...I’ll go. *Looking very embarassed* You’ve probably had enough of me talking you to death, so I’m just gonna go across the hall--

Weiss: *From behind her bear* Stay. *Jaune stares at her, blinking in surprise* You were going to offer, but you...back home the most I ever got were the occasional visits from Klein. But having someone to be there sounds very nice and I’d like if you would. Very much. I certainly won’t eat all of this anyways, so...please?

Jaune: *Nodding rapidly* Sure. Right. Yeah, I just didn’t wanna assume or impose or *watches Weiss’ eyes light up at the cheesy snack she just tried* I’ll sit.

*Jaune sits next to Weiss’ bed and they watch the film, eat snacks and after the movie, Weiss tries the strawberries as the second film starts. When she wakes up after falling asleep, she discovers the mess she’d made of the comforter is cleaned, Jaune had gathered up her snacks and placed them in a box. Her flowers now have a vase and the bear she had placed on his shoulder is on her pillow*

Weiss: *Smiles and hugs bear tightly*

~~A week later~~

Weiss: *Exasperated* Where is he?

Yang: *Balancing a pencil on her nose on her bed, ignoring her homework* Who?

Weiss: *Notices Berry B. Cold on Yang’s stomach and shoots forward like a bullet, snatching him and hugging him to her abdomen* You know who you bum, Jaune!

Yang: *Grinning like the cat who ate the canary* Oh-ho, finally acknowledging him by his first name after all this time, Weiss Cream?

Weiss: *Blushing* Quiet you.

Ruby: Leave her alone, Yang. But, uh, I don’t really know where he is.

Weiss: Nonsense. I may have missed the chance to help him with his paper but at the very least I can at least explain some of the theory to him, give him better than what Beacon’s textbooks offer.

Yang: Oh yeah, sure, sounds fun.

Weiss: *Bristling* E-even if it’s a boring subject, it is useful. *Hugs bear tighter* And he needs all the help he can get and--

Blake: *Walking in* If you’re talking about Jaune, he’s way too busy Weiss.

Weiss: I beg your pardon?

Yang: Yeah, you didn’t know?

Weiss: *Irritated* No Yang, it’s why I asked you in the first place.

Yang: *Flatly* Oh. I thought you were joking. No, I mean it, don’t look at me like that! Seriously, vomit boy’s been busy the last couple days.

Weiss: *Confused* But why?

Yang: *Staring* Seriously? I mean, he got that whole thing together for you.

Weiss: M-me!? Is that...but he said he was used to it! I-I knew he was talking about his sisters, but he said Ruby helped! H-he...

Ruby: Yup, I did, but I didn’t know Jaune was making them so you could have a nice, comfy that-time-of-the-month. I thought he just wanted a strawberry snack! That he’d finally been enlightened. *Sighs*

Yang: And that whole spread wasn’t just free, he went around and traded a lot of favors to get it together.

Weiss: *Gaping* H-he...what? He traded favors, just... *Uncertain, squeezing her bear while looking distressed* You didn’t know? He hasn’t done that with any of you?

Ruby: Nope!

Blake: Gods no.

Yang: Dad’s sweet like that for me when it’s bad-bad, but if Jaune offered I’d definitely turn him down. *Gives Weiss a look*

Ruby: Yeah, and all I need is my Non-Descript Winter Holiday lights and my guns ‘n ammo mags plus my scroll and I’m happy. *Shrugs* I get really crabby so I prefer being alone.

RWY: *Staring at Blake*

Blake: My ex did it for me once. Never again.

Weiss: S-so he did all that, just for me? Because I was miserable?

Yang: *Sighs, flops back on her bed* I don’t know why you’re so surprised. Ask his team. Jaune’s actually a pretty nice guy. He aimed Neptune in your direction back at the dance even though anybody with eyes knew he was kinda bummed the whole night. After you started talking with him after and started sharing, I think he just wanted you to have, y’know, some normal stuff that we all enjoy because our Dad’s aren’t asshats.

Ruby: Yang!

Blake: *Sees Weiss looking at her, looking upset* He’s been Coco’s personal shopper for the last week, he’s been dodging Nora since Ren agreed to a date with each of those girls from Team SNLT because she is pissed, he’s been doing odd jobs for Ozpin all week, he’s been doing a lot of work outside for Peach and I think he’s also been in the laundry rooms a lot. That stuff wasn’t just free. Plus he’s had to do all his usual leader stuff and his homework.

Weiss: *Gapes, hugs her bear and her eyes drift to her box of treats and she purses her lips* B-but...that’s so much, just so I...

Yang: Um, he likes you Weiss. Even if he stepped aside for Neptune, he’s not gonna just poof whatever he feels for you away just because he doesn’t have a chance. Then he sees you feeling like shit, knows just how bad it is because of all his sisters and gets it in his head that you deserve the princess treatment. *Stretches* He offered for Pyrrha once but she just went really red, yelled ‘NO!’ and apparently pushed him through a wall.

Weiss: *Sits on bed with her knees pulled up, hugging her bear while hiding a wobbling lip as she realizes and RBY just sighs*

~~Four days later~~

Yang: *Grins* Called it.

Blake: Yes, because it was such a mystery that this was gonna happen after Weiss had it spelled out for her that Jaune still has it bad for her even if he was trying to get over her. I’ll admit I still don’t understand the way Weiss thinks or why Jaune would put himself through all of that just because Weiss was having a bad period when it was clear at the time she wasn’t even thinking of him that way, but c’mon Yang.

Yang: *Hand out*

Blake: *Rolls her eyes, puts Lien in her hand* Child.

*Meanwhile Weiss stands on her tiptoes, arms around Jaune’s neck and enjoys kissing her boyfriend*

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Two things: One, I headcanon Cardin as gay and occasionally having a thing for Jaune if it isn’t entirely obvious. Two, I don’t want my Tumblr to be nothing but crack/lewd. I’d also like some occasional romance/wholesome content. This isn’t the best, but hopefully it’s not quite as bad as I think it is towards the end.

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #white knight #jaune x weiss #rwby oc #d'awww #team rwby #this is what happens when you let a drunk type

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