#you’re so lovely awah

[mercurywritesstuff]

Library of dreams, warm and loving

Summary: Fei Kai moved to South Korea to get a fresh start. The fresh start included a man with curly hair and glasses.

Story warnings: Single mother! Kai x Ex military! Changbin. 3rd person. Kai flirts with people as always. Kai has a toddler. Suggestive in many chapters.

Chapter warnings: violence (not much)

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura, @palindrome969

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Chapter 2: Annoying neighbors become annoying friends

The next day, Kai was so late. 

And by "so late", I mean a minute late. But it wasn't her fault! Duri was being a menace when getting ready for the morning. She held interviews all day the day before, and found a suitable Nanny for Duri. A new nanny, by the name of Felix, who surprised her with his deep, Australian accent. 

She didn't have time to be skeptical, it was her and Duri's future she needed to worry about. That was why she was a panting mess when she finally clocked in for her first day of work. Her coworkers looked at her wide-eyed; a great first impression. 

Minho helped her through her first day; training her on their medical system, how to take calls (apparently a lot different than the US), and how to check people in. By noon, all she wanted to do was curl up in bed with her daughter and sleep. 

“You’re Kai, right? The new secretary?” Kai’s coworker, Jeongin, asked. Kai nodded, sighing in defeat as she ate the sad Bulgogi that she rushed together at the last second. She was glad now that her mom taught her how to make Korean dishes. 

“Yeah,” Kai sighed. “I wish I would’ve known how difficult it was to be a secretary for a veterinary clinic, I would’ve looked for a more subtle way to make money. Is prostitution legal here in South Korea?” 

Jeongin laughed slightly, before shaking his head. “You’re going to have to go to the Netherlands for that. Other than it being hard, how are you going on?” He sat beside her, setting his jajangmyeon down beside her own dish. 

“Honestly, it’s not that bad. Sure, it’s overwhelming, but it’s worth it.” Kai smiled sweetly, finishing the last of her Bulgogi. Jeongin nodded, slurping his own meal, sighing contently with the taste. 

“That looks lovely, did you make it?” Kai asked, eyeing the jajangmyeon with envy. Why didn’t she have the ability to make such amazing looking food? 

“My roommate did. He’s all big on protein, so he makes all our meals with heavy doses of the sucker.” Jeongin smiled. Then, her phone rang. Kai frowned; there was no way she had anyone in her phone. 

“Hello?” Kai answered, brows furrowed. 

“Ms. Fei? This is Felix.” The familiar deep, Australian voice was like magic to her ears. 

“Hey Felix, you don’t need to call me miss, just call me Kai. I might be your boss but I’m still younger than you, sweetheart.” You could hear her smile through the phone. “What’s up?” 

“Yeah, so, I was trying to put Duri down for a nap, and I hear this bass from upstairs-” 

“Oh, so you’ve met my lovely neighbors.” Kai’s voice was laced with sarcasm. “Sorry Felix, continue.” 

“Well, I went upstairs to ask them to turn it down because little one started crying and there was this short guy, who looked like a chipmunk, that answered the door. Long story short, I think you might need to move.” 

“...Why?” 

“I punched him.” 

Kai let out a laugh from shock. “You punched him?!” 

“Not that hard! He was being rude about Duri, so I got mad and smacked him.” Felix mumbled, feeling embarrassed. “I just wanted to call since you might have an angry man on your doorstep in a few.” 

Kai sighed, hands running through her hair.” Okay, thanks for the heads up. How is she doing, by the way?” 

“So good! She’s a dream,” Felix gushed. “She called me ‘Lixie’ today” 

“Awah,” Kai cooed. “Okay, I got to get back to work. Tell Duri I love her, bye!!” Kai hung up, smiling like an idiot. 

“Who was that?” Jeongin asked, surprised. Kai brushed hair behind her ear, smiling with the picture of Duri in her mind. 

“My nanny, Felix. Found him yesterday.” Kai beamed. Jeongin nodded, before eyes widening. 

“Nanny? You have a child?” 

“Yeah, Duri.” Kai showed him some (her entire gallery) to Jeongin, all of Duri. “She’s two, had her when I was nineteen.” 

“Wow, I can’t believe you’re so young.” Jeongin muttered. “I’m not the youngest anymore! Woo!” 

Kai laughed, before saying goodbye to Jeongin to go to clock back in. The rest of the day went by in a blur, and Kai could finally put her mind on something else other than her daughter. It was the first day of work since she had Duri, and it was especially hard for her. 

Entering her apartment complex, she sighed and rubbed her temples, already figuring out how to make it up to the neighbors. As much as she hated how he was so cocky, she didn’t want to be enemies. 

...

Scratch that, she wanted to be enemies. It was three in the damn morning and metal music was reverberating through her apartment walls. Duri was screaming, tears running down her face and Kai had to get up in two hours. Kai was seething, hate was no small word for what Kai was thinking. 

Storming up to apartment 3B, she all but broke down the door. The same stupid chipmunk face showed up (Pretty sure Chan said his name was Han, Kai thought), and Kai wanted so much as to wipe the smirk off his face. “Dude, what the actual fuck? Some people have jobs, y’know!” 

“I have a job! This is my job!” He defended. 

“What, making my toddler cry?” Kai poked back. He seemed almost remorseful. 

“Look, I’m a music producer for some American countries, and my speakers for my music are broken unless I play it at full volume.” He told her, eyes filling up with guilt. 

“You’re a music producer? Buy new speakers!” Kai replied, trying to get Duri to stop her wailing. “You’re making my daughter stay up, and I'm supposed to be asleep so I can wake up in two hours.” 

“The thing is, I haven’t been getting paid...” 

“Thats illegal, and none of my business. Turn off the music, or I’m calling the police.” Kai glared at him. 

“I feel like I’m being attacked,” Han mumbled. Kai took a threatening step towards him.  

“You feel like you’re being attacked? I’ll show you attacked,” She cocked her head to the side, raising her fist. Han squeaks, hiding his body behind the door. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll buy new speakers.” 

“Good, because if I have to come up here one more time, there will be a problem.” 

“Dude, you look like dogshit,” Jeongin said to her as Kai pulled up to the table. He wasn’t wrong, her normal tan complexion was pale from the lack of sleep. 

“Tell me about it, I only got an hour of sleep thanks to my neighbor keeping my daughter awake till three am, and then it took her another hour to fall asleep.” Kai griped, eating the leftover kimbap by stuffing it in her mouth in one go. Jeongin ate in a similar fashion to her, like this was their last meal ever. 

“Why was he keeping you up that late,” Jeongin wiggled his eyebrows at the innuendo. Kai glared at him, causing him to reel back. 

“As much as I wish I was dicked down, I would rather die than be friends with that asshole. He is this producer, right? He insists on playing music, full volume, in the middle of the god-damned night.” She inhales the rest of her food. 

“Damn, I’m sorry. Here, what’s this guy's name? I might know him.” 

“I’m pretty sure his name is Han. He looks like a little chipmunk, quokka thing.” 

“... He’s one of my best friends.” 

“Of course he is.” Kai sighed, exasperated. “Get the man new speakers, please.” 

“Will do.” 

“Hey!!” Kai entered the lobby when Chan appeared, waving to Kai. She jumped slightly, eyes widening. Hand flung to her chest, heart beating quickly. Chan chuckled, a sheepish look on his handsome face. 

“Sorry, hey,” he said, quickly walking up to Kai, a large smile taking his face by storm. 

“Dude, did you want to give me a heart attack?” Kai asked incredulously. 

“Sorry, again. But whatever you said to Han worked. He wants to make it up to you, and since it’s Friday, you can come hang out with us. It’s just going to be a lowkey hangout with five others.” He offered.  

“I mean, I would have to bring my daughter, if that’s alright.” Kai raised an eyebrow. She didn't have friends yet, so what’s the harm in hanging out with eight strange men? Her danger instinct hadn’t gone off, so it could be safe. 

“Perfect! We love kids!” He offered too quickly, before his face paled. “Not like that. I mean, we love how playful they can be-” 

Kai cut Chan off with a laugh. “It’s fine. What time?” 

“In three hours. You know where we live, so I expect you there.” He winked, making Kai laugh again. She nodded. 

“See you tonight, Chan.” 

When Kai knocked on the door, the six loud voices quieted. Kai tried to find her most comfortable, yet fashionable clothes that didn’t scream “almond mom.” She settled on a fitted black t-shirt and baggy, ripped jeans. She styled her black hair up into a ponytail and hid her eye bags up with makeup. Duri was dressed up in a little onesie and she refused to let Kai take off and put on real clothes. 

“Hey!” Chan opened the door, smiling widely. His suit was replaced with a comfortable, baggy shirt and jeans, his hair was swept back with a ball cap. He offered Kai a high five, and Duri followed suit after her mother. “Glad to see you too, little one.” Chan opened the door more. 

“Hey guys, she’s here!” Chan called into the apartment, entering the main room with Kai following him in tow. She shyly smiled, waving while bouncing the toddler in her arms. 

“This is my downstairs neighbor and her daughter, Kai, and Duri. Kai, these are my friends. You’ve met Han-” 

“Sorry.” He smiled awkwardly. 

“Regretfully.” Kai muttered, glaring at the older man. 

“-and this is Hyunjin, Sungmin, Minho, and Jeongin.” Chan pointed to each person that corresponded with their names. 

“Ms. Fei, nice to see you doing well,” Minho raised his glass, filled with an amber liquid, towards Kai. He was dressed casually, dress shirt and slacks replaced with jeans and a black t-shirt. 

“Mr. Lee, you can call me Kai.” Kai offered, smiling as she let Duri down to stand behind her legs shyly. 

“I will only if you call me Minho when I’m not acting as your boss.” He smiled back, matching her energy. 

“Okay, Mr. Minho,” Kai teased, causing him to groan in an exasperated manner. Kai turned and bowed to the others that she didn’t know. Duri looked up at her mother, before imitating her stance. 

“Kai!” Jeongin leapt up and offered her a side hug. “How’s my favorite coworker doing?” 

“Yah! I’m right here!” Minho called after him as Jeongin led Kai to the couch so she could sit between Minho and him. 

“You’re my boss, not my coworker.” Jeongin poked back, leaning back from the older man. Minho rolled his eyes, a smile pinching at his eyes. Kai snorted, arms wrapping around her daughter as she leaned back. 

“So, Chan says you’re new to the building?” Hyunjin asked, trying to lighten the mood. Kai nodded, laughing slightly. 

“More like new to the country. I used to live in the states two weeks ago.” Kai adjusted her posture. 

“Really? But you’re so good with honorifics!” Jeongin’s eyes widened, teeth biting his lips. 

“That’s what happens when your parents insisted on you taking ‘Korean classes’, or whatever my mom was teaching me. My mom is very traditional with her heritage, and my dad was more hands off, so I'm more in touch with my Korean side than my Chinese side. I still speak English and Chinese as much as I can though.” Kai absentmindedly rubbed circles into the warm back of her child. 

“Ooh, say something in Chinese!” Han said excitedly, getting a bitter grin in return. 

“傻屄,” Kai giggled. Han looked at her confused, Chan bursted out in laughter after Kai said what she said. 

“What does that mean?” Kai smirked, shaking her head at his cluelessness. 

“Chan, what did she say?” Kai looked at Chan with a nod. 

“She called you stupid... ah C U N T.” Chan said, eyeing the very impressionable child. Kai snorted at the look Han sported a look of dejectedness. 

Kai felt guilt at her treatment of the man. “Sorry, I’m still a teeny bit mad that you played Metal music at three in the morning.” She emphasized. 

“Can we start over? Be adults about the situation?” Kai offered, holding out her hand for him to shake. Han nodded his head, shaking her hand. Kai smiled sweetly, before yanking his hand forward. Han let out a noise of surprise. “There, now we can start over.” 

It was midnight when Kai finally left the apartment, high off the adrenaline of meeting new people. Duri was fast asleep, cradled into the arms of her mother when her phone pinged. A new chat group was formed with the guys she met earlier. She gave them her number, she remembered. 

This was going to be fun 

[thesapphiredragon13]

When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (only if you want, but positivity is cool!!)

I struggled time and time again to answer this, typing and retyping again and again. Till now, I don’t think I had the mental space to answer but stumbling across it again on a random Thursday night more than 4 years later, has made me think of how much better I am compared to then. So, without further rambles;

5 things I like about myself!!

• I love my eyes. I love their colour, the patterns across their iris’s, their shape and how they look like how I always imagined my first favourite character’s eyes to look like. (Annabeth Chase)

• My love of a lot of animals that others are scared of or think are gross! I love snakes and slow worms and beetles and ants and sharks and eels and sea slugs and many, many more! : )

• My height actually! I love being small and honestly don’t care too much about the teasing. Sh*t’s great! I can curl up really small, like a cat! >w<!

• I like my general idgaf attitude towards drama. If someone’s starting a nasty rumour or something about me then I just.. don’t care? Like dam! You could have just not even registered my existence but you chose to think about me and make posts about me and message me death threats? It’s flattering that I occupy your thoughts when I don’t even know you exist! >w<💕

• I love my lips! I guess that might be an odd thing to love but I do! They’re such a pretty colour naturally and I like their shape and even when I pick and chew them I think they’re cute. Like “oh, like the fics I read? I’m biting my lips like the characters I read about? Cool! “ and on a similar thread, I love my little anxiety twitches and squeaks! The head shakes and nose scrunches and, maybe less so, the hand twitches but awah! I used to be embarrassed about them but over the years I’ve come to romanticise them to myself. I’ve decided they’re cute and I love all cute thugs therefor I love them! 💕💕

Heh, I guess I technically did 6 things there but I’m just genuinely happy that I can think of so many things to list! ^w^~💖

Hope you’re all having a wonderful day!✨✨💖

[whiskeyafterdark]

oh baby, it’s not shitty! i love it. it makes me wet to see how horny you’re getting for me. how you can’t focus on anything else.

i raise my hand from your pussy and you almost beg. i store that away for later. my gaze stays unmoving on your face as i start to stroke your strap slowly, then faster, making obscene noises wet with your own slick. i almost abandon my plans and ride you right fucking then and there, but i remember myself. i start rubbing your needy clit again, keeping time with the strap.

it’s like you’re lit from the inside, your skin glows with sweat and you’re all flushed pink. senseless, i dip into your pussy again, slipping a finger into your heat, then two. i take your cock into my mouth.

that’s when you throw your head back, at last singing for me like i knew you could. i had imagined this the moment i saw you, so tough but so sweet. like candy! my sweet, sweet butch. that’s when i realize i desperately, personally, need to see you come.

two things happen at the same time. i lower my mouth to your pussy and have at you like a dyke starved. and i snap the dildo right out of your strap. you’re so blissed that you don’t even notice until i’ve got it right where i want it. and then i stop.

remember when i said i’d make you beg?

-🍯

p.s. i don’t own a strap so if this is inaccurate um. mind ur business 🙂‍↕️

the fact that I can’t lay still right now- holy hell, I feel bad mine aren’t as long.

I’d whine loud and hard for you I’d watch you as you stroke my strap panting as I close my eyes taking in the moment. My breath would hitch as soon as you touch my clit my head flying backwards as I let out a moan. Secretly wishing you would do that 🤭. I’d arch my back as I feel your fingers slip into me looking down to see you take my strap in your mouth biting my lip hard just enough to leave a dent mark in my lip. I always tried to seem tough yet underneath all I am is a soft whiny butch who is intoxicated by you. I’d thrust my hips up so close to the edge that all I need is that one final push but no you take that awah from me if look down at you my eyes wide sweat dripping down my body as I whine begging you to continue. Please continue please baby I’ll do whatever you want just please let me cum.

[kandidandi]

Hi! I love your art and your animations and in general you seem like a cool person, I love your humor! Your url is also really neat :)

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awah thank you so much you’re so sweet! i like ur username too hehehe

[otterdoesart]

wifey. beautiful, handsome, amazing wifey <3

SQUEALS

Alastor my love 💖💖 the wonderful, incredible, stunning light of my life thank you for bringing me so much joy

[samwinchestersgf]

obsession (part one)

prompt: “oh my god! he’s obsessed with you!”

warnings: horror, gore, obsessive weirdo, protective sam. nothing worse than what’s in the show, but still unsettling.

pairing: sam x reader

note: any message y/n sends is in ‘’. her other messages are not.

“excuse me?” i clear my throat.

a tall man with smoldering eyes turns around and looks down at me. “hm?”

“this is so random, but could you give me a ride? i’m supposed to be meeting my boyfriend, and i’m really late, and my phone is dead, and i just-“

“sure. but, are you sure you should be getting in the car with a stranger.” he raises an eyebrow, questioning my sanity.

“i noticed the uber sticker on the back of your car.” i point out with a smile.

“y’know, i’m off the clock...” his voice trails off.

i clear my throat, “that’s fine. um, i was just wondering. have a nice day!”

i turn around and awkwardly shuffle awah as the thunder roars even louder. soon, the small mist coming down from the sky will turn into a heavy pour. sam is probably worried sick about me, and i just can’t do anything. there’s no pay phones or anything, and i don’t have is number memorized anyways.

“no!” he calls out to me as i turn around. “i mean, it’s okay, really. i don’t mind.”

the first thick raindrop splashes onto my head. “thank you so much! i can pay you once we’re at his apartment. i just-“

“it’s fine. i’ve been looking for my random act of kindness for the day anyways.” he shrugs, opening the passengers door for me.

i duck in, clutching the knife in my pocket just in case. i might be making a stupid decision by getting in the car with this random man, but it’s my only choice. i may as well being insane in a safe manner.

“how far?” he asks, starting the car.

“only a few minutes. it’s 327 park way.” i respond.

he takes a left. “if you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing out there all alone? it’s, like, 11 pm.”

“he was supposed to meet me at this coffee shop. we, uh-“ i make up a lie on the spot. “we have a lot of college work to do. then, he called and said he wasn’t feeling well and that we should just cancel.”

“so, he left you stranded out there?” he asks.

i shake my head vigorously. “no, i decided to go over to take care of him, and i said i’d be there in a few minutes. well, my phone died so i couldn’t call an uber, so i kept walking. i still had a mile or two to walk, and then i saw you.”

“maybe next time don’t walk in the first place. uber straight where you’re supposed to go, especially at night.” he advises.

“noted.” i laugh.

“if i had a girlfriend, i wouldn’t let her go walking at night alone, even if it was just across the street. this city is full of creeps.” his tone gets a little more serious.

“he normally wouldn’t. he’s just been sick lately.” i assure him. “i’m glad you’re just a normal person though, not a creep.”

“i dunno, i pour my milk before my cereal.” he jokes.

i snort. “you are a creep! you’re a self-aware creep!”

“it’s just better that way.” he throws his hands up in defense, before returning them to the wheel.

“you think cereal is better soggy? god, get me out of the car.” i fake vomit.

“what other reason do people put milk in their cereal?!” he chuckles.

“it’s a flavor enhancer.” i roll my eyes.

“that’s why i add it first.” he points out.

“disgusting.” i huff in a joking manner as he parks the car.

“is this it?” he asks.

i nod. “yep.”

“this is phil’s motels.” he raises an eyebrow.

i rub the back of my neck. “uh, yeah.”

“you said you needed a ride to your boyfriend’s apartment.” he catches on to the lie.

look, i lied a lot. sam’s not my boyfriend, but i told him that he was so that he’d know i was going to see a man, so he wouldn’t try to follow me in. this isn’t his apartment, it’s a shabby motel because we’re on a hunt.

“ummm...” i hesitate.

he laughs. “did you make me drive you here for some shady hookup?”

“no! my boyfriend and i are just traveling.” i lie.

“why didn’t you just saw so?” he tilts his head.

“because of you’re reaction to the motel!” i laugh and smack his arm. “i didn’t want you to think i was a prostitute or something!”

he stares at me for a second. “i never caught your name.”

“it’s y/n. y/n l/n.” i cheesily shake his hand.

“i’m bryan. say, why don’t you let me give you my number so that you know who to call next time you need a ride.” he offers.

i show him my phone. “dead.”

“well, you give me your number, and i’ll next you so you can save my contact when your phone is charged.” he suggests.

“okay, sure.” i grab his phone and type my number in. i hand it back to him. “you know, it’s raining really hard. why don’t you come in and let me make you a coffee while the rain settles?”

“i dunno. maybe your boyfriend wouldn’t-“

i interrupt. “oh, he’s harmless. seriously, let me return the favor.”

“okay, okay.” he agrees, taking his key out of the ignition.

i walk him up to the door, and pull my key from my pocket. i wiggle it into the cheap motel lock and finally get it open. when we get in, i slip my wet shoes and coat on. he keeps his on.

“sam?” i call out.

he comes rushing over from the side room. “holy shit, y/n! i was worried about you.”

“i’m okay, i’m sorry. i’ll explain later.” i frown.

“who are you?” he asks, looking at bryan.

“babe,” i emphasize, hoping he’ll catch on and play along. “this is bryan. he gave me a ride over so i offered him inside for a coffee.”

“um, alright. thanks for getting my girlfriend home safely, bryan.” he shakes his hand.

i walk over to the coffee pot, which is conveniently still hot, and pour some into a mug. he clears his throat.

“actually, um, i think i’ll go.” he says awkwardly.

i turn around and catch sam giving him the death glare. i place the mug on the counter. “are you sure? i promise he doesn’t bite.”

i nudge sam in the shoulder, and he shrugs me off. then, he wraps his arm around my waist, playing into the role. he changes his tone, “the storm is awfully bad out there, bryan.”

“no, um, it’s okay. i have somewhere to be. take care.” he rushes out the door.

i turn to sam. “you’re such an ass.”

“what?” he asks innocently, drinking from the fresh mug of coffee.

“you scared him off!” i laugh.

“he’s a creep, y/n. he was looking at you, and...” his voice trails off.

“and what?” i roll my eyes.

“it was creepy!” he finishes.

“he didn’t have bad intentions, never did. he knew, well, er, thought from the start that you were my boyfriend and still wanted to help me.” i inform him.

sam scoffs. “really? did he give you his number?”

“he tried. my phone is dead, that’s part of the reason i needed a ride.” i answer, shrugging.

“so, there was no number exchanging?” he raises an eyebrow.

“well-“

“y/n! you gave him your number?!” he throws his hands up exasperatedly.

“look, he was nice, okay? he helped me, and i’m still alive!” i argue.

“guys don’t normally kill girls that they’re in love with.” he raises his voice.

“he is not in love with me. we were in the car for 10 minutes tops.” i groan.

he pinches his nose. “i’m telling you, it’s a guy thing. we can just tell.”

“you can’t be in love with someone you don’t know.” i cross my arms.

“tell him that.” he answers smugly.

“you are so weird! he probably won’t even text me.” i tell him.

“plug your phone in. there’s probably already a text.” he hypothesizes.

i do as he says, plugging my phone in. it makes a minute to reboot, and we both sit in silence watching it. once it turns on, i connect to my data, and sure enough, there’s a text.

hey, it’s bryan. i sure hope you didn’t give me a fake number lol

i roll my eyes, “that doesn’t mean anything.”

“it means everything.” he testifies.

i throw my hands up. “you know what, who cares?! maybe he does like me. is there a problem with that?”

“no problem.” he answers quickly. “just super weird.”

i ignore him and text bryan back.

‘haha, no. this is my real number.’

he replies almost instantly.

good, good.

is your boyfriend mad?

i laugh.

‘he’s fine.’

i sit down the phone. “he’s not that weird, sam.”

————————————————

i shiver in my coat. my fingers twirl around the loose strings in my pockets. i really need a new coat, especially if sam and i are gonna keep working cases in chicago in the middle of winter.

i order my coffee at the counter, thanking the barista as i grab it. my small hands are instantly warmed up, and i take a much needed deep breath. i notice how i shake as i do so. is it from the nerves or the cold? i guess i’ll never know.

my phone buzzes in my pocket. it’s sam texting me. unknowingly, i smile and take a seat while texting him back.

everything okay?

‘everything’s great. i got coffee.’

iced?

‘i’m not a maniac. it’s like, 4 degrees out here.’

i sit my phone on the table and take another sip of my coffee.

stay warm, and please don’t get into random guys’ cars.

i roll my eyes and reply. ‘okay, dad’

just looking out for, that’s all.

what coffee shop are you at? i have a minute. i can meet you.

i pick my phone up to reply, but i get distracted by a tap on my shoulder. i turn around, and give my eyes a second to adjust to the person right behind me.

“bryan?” i ask.

“haha, yep. is this seat taken?” he asks, gesturing to the seat in front of me.

“um, no.” i shake my head.

my phone buzzes again. hello? did you fall off the face of the earth?

“you look super cold.” he points out.

i smile meekly. “can you blame me? it’s like, 4 degrees outside.”

“it’s in the 30s, nowhere near as cold as it normally gets.” he chuckles. “you must be from somewhere warm.”

did you get into a stranger’s car again? :/

“i’m not really from anywhere,” i explain. i pick up my phone.

‘haha, super funny.’

“i’m sorry, am i bothering you?” he tilts his head.

i shake my head. “sorry, no. my boyfriend is just blowing up my phone.”

“is he meeting you?” bryan asks.

“no, he’s busy doing stuff.” i respond.

seriously, where are you?

i begin responding, ‘joe’s cof’ but i’m interrupted again before i can send the message.

“stuff?” he raises an eyebrow.

y/n please answer your phone

“yeah, he’s a busy guy.” i smile and nod.

“too busy to meet his girlfriend for coffee?” he takes a slight dig at sam.

you’re worrying me

can you just answer

y/n what the hell answer the phone

“he was going to try. but, yeah, too busy at the moment.” i laugh his insult off.

“you should come back to my place with me! i’ve got the heat on. it’s just down the road.” he suggests.

my phone vibrates on the table. i pick it up and give bryan a sorry look. “that’s him.”

“oh.” he blinks.

“maybe another time. bye, bryan.” i wave and pick up my coffee, and then answer my phone. “hey, baby.”

“can you seriously not answer a text? i was worried about you.” he sounds frantic, but not mad.

i walk out the door of the coffee shop. “i’m sorry. that bryan guy from yesterday was talking to me.”

“talking as in, like, he was actually there?” sam asks.

“yes, he was. don’t start.” i warn him.

“i won’t. can you come to the address i texted you? it’s just a simple ghost case and it’ll be really good to teach you.” he questions.

“yes, i’ll be there.” i agree.

“please don’t ride with bryan.” he emphasizes the word with extra venom.

i scoff, “i won’t.”

79 christopher road.

i show up at the house, and sam is standing outside waiting for me. he smiles, probably because bryan is no where in sight and briefs me about the case. apparently, these people buried their daughter in the backyard, and now she’s haunting them. they went out of town, so its a simple salt and burn.

“now, sometimes when you burn these things, they try to stop you.” he tells me. “so, while i’m doing this, your job is to look out and protect me, okay?”

“right, got it.” i nod as he gives me an iron bar.

it’s already dug up. he coats the body in salt. i don’t watch. then, he drops a match and the body bursts up in flames. it smells very bad.

“sam!” i exclaim as i see an apparition.

“hit it!” he shouts.

i swing the iron rod and it goes fully through the ghost, causing her to disappear. the adrenaline is coursing through my body. i can hear my heart beating so fast that it might jump out of my chest.

“she’ll come back.” he warns.

i swing the rod again, causing her to disappear once more. “she’s angry.”

“we’re killing her. of course she’s angry.” he laughs.

sam just watches as she appears again. he trusts me, and knows what i’m capable of. he knows when he needs to step in, and when i can handle it. right now, he knows i’m able to handle it.

she appears for the third time. i groan and get ready to swing, but she stops mid ‘step’ and bursts into flames. i jump back and watch as she burns and evaporates.

“and, that’s it.” he smiles, high-giving me. “you did really well.”

“this isn’t really a celebration moment, but, just know, i’m excited.” i point out.

he snorts. “right. grab a shovel.”

after reburying the body and leaving the premise as if nothing happened, sam and i take his car back to the motel. my phone buzzes in the car.

did you get where you’re going safely?

‘yeah. i’m good.’

“who are you texting?” sam asks.

“bryan.”

“bryan sure texts you a lot for someone who thinks you have a boyfriend.” he scoffs.

“he’s friendly.” i dismiss him.

that’s good. i’m glad you’re safe.

“what’s he saying?” sam asks.

“wow. in my business, much?” i roll my eyes.

“you’re gonna tell me either way.” he laughs.

i cross my arms. “he was just making sure i got to you safely.”

“oh god!” sam exclaims. “he’s so obsessed with you!”

“he is not!”

“if a guy is making sure you’re safe all the time, it’s because he loves you.” he explains.

“you’re reading too much into it.” i counter.

“i just think it’s weird that he loves you, when to him, you have a boyfriend.” he pushes further.

“last time i checked, you aren’t my actual boyfriend.” i sigh exasperatedly. “so, unless you are, you can’t tell me who i can and can’t text.”

okay, maybe i do wish sam were my actual boyfriend. he’s a sweet guy, and definitely not unattractive. i like him a lot. but, it’s obviously not reciprocated.

‘thank you.’

———————————————

another case, same town, and the same coffee shop. it’s the same temperature, too, so i’m basically freezing down to my bones. i get the same coffee order and text sam.

‘do you think i’ll be able to help you today?’

‘or am i gonna have to be lonely again?’

sorry

this case is kinda extreme.

i’ll try to finish quickly so we can hang out.

‘yes please.’

“why, hey stranger.” someone calls out to me. i look up, and bryan is sitting in front of me.

“hey bryan.” i wave. “are you stalking me?”

he furrows his eyebrows. “this is a very common coffee shop.”

“i know, i-“

“i’m not some kind of weirdo, you know. i’m just a nice guy who offered you a ride and is trying to be friendly.” he defends himself. “i’m also a local here, so i’ve been getting coffee from here for a long time.”

“i’m sorry. i was joking.” i apologize awkwardly.

“oh.” he clears his throat.

“yea.” i nod.

“my bad. are you busy today?” he asks.

“uh, no, actually. my boyfriend’s busy all day so i’m kind of just.. alone.” i explain.

“come to my place!” he suggests.

i sigh, “ummm...”

“c’mon. i thought we already established i wasn’t some weirdo.” he jokes.

“fine, fine.” i laugh.

i hop into the familiar passenger seat. we listen to the radio on the way to his place. i sing along, which he finds funny. i catch him staring at me every now and then. he even missed a green light or two.

my hunter’s instincts go off. sam has trained me to be careful around these kinds of people. he’s obviously not a ghost. if he’s a werewolf, i’m not in any immediate danger because it’s not a full moon. so, maybe he’s a vampire and he’s luring me back to his house to kill me inconspicuously.

we walk into his house. it’s pretty nice. the hardwood floors are almost spotless, and the furniture shows no signs of any stains. i clutch the knife in my pocket.

“make yourself at home. we can watch a movie or something.” he suggests.

“um, yeah. of course.” i nod.

he looks puzzled. “are you nervous or something?”

“i-“

“y/n, we’ve already been over this. i’m not some psychopath that kills people.” he sighs.

“i know, i know.” i deflect. “i think i just had too much coffee.”

“jittery?” he asks.

“yeah.”

my heart beats way too fast. i feel like it’s going to burst out of my chest. it’s not the good type of adrenaline that i enjoy when i’m hunting. it’s not the helpful kind of adrenaline that has saved my life so many times. it’s adrenaline based off pure fear.

with my defeaning heartbeat echoing in my ears, i decide to bite the police. i slice my palm with the knife in my pocket and then bring it out. bryan turns around with a look of concern.

“i, uh, could i have a bandaid or something?” i ask.

“how did you cut your hand?” he asks, confused.

“i have a pocket knife in my pocket.” i half-lie. its not a pocket knife, but...

“you’re so clumsy. follow me.” he beckons.

i follow him into the bathroom. he opens the cabinet and hands me the biggest bandaid i’ve ever seen, with a slight smile on his face. i observe his smile. there’s no fangs in sight. he’s just a normal guy.

“thanks.” i smile back, bandaging myself up.

my phone rings and i pick up. “hello?”

“hey. my case is over. meet me back at the motel?” sam’s voice stings my ears. i miss him.

“of course! yea, i’ll be right there.” i smile.

“okay, bye. stay safe.” i can hear the smile in his voice.

i hang up the phone and turn toward bryan. “i’m sorry to cut this short, i-“

“ditching me to go hang out with your boyfriend again, huh?” he asks bitterly.

“uh, yea. sorry.” i offer him a faux smile.

“at least let me drive you back,” he offers. he grabs his keys off the counter and jingles them.

“actually, i think i’ll just get a cab. thanks for the offer.” i wave at him and grab my coat from the front door.

i feel uneasy. i walk down the street as fast as i can without looking suspicious. now, i realize the severity of the situation. he might not be a creep, but if he is, i am very much in danger.

he has my phone number; he knows where i’m sleeping; he knows i’m alone most of the day; he knows everything and i’ve known him for two days.

but, that’s not anything to worry about. bryan is just a normal guy, right?

right?

——————————————

if you enjoyed, feel free to reblog or comment or something! stay on the lookout for the final part. thanks for reading :)

[harrywritingsbyme]

A thought just hit me- imagine you wrote fine line, the song (in this ur Hs best friend and you write and sing the album w him) and it’s your song. A song which only you sing, like how Cherry is his- FL is yours. And I was thinking that one night, you’re in the studio with Harry and Camille who haven’t started dating yet right, but you watch as Harry falls in love with her, like he’s slowly falling and then he just falls altogether. And you notice that and Sarah noticed that you noticed and you’re heartbroken but ur also an actor, literally (MCU+SPN baby) so u don’t let him see it. And ur on the verge of tears. And like, you’ve already written the song when u realized you were first falling in love with H and u couldn’t stop it. And you’d started recording it alone with the help of Sarah and Mitch for some of the backing vocals and stuff- and you’d recorded the song halfway. So then Sarah and Mitch and basically everyone leaves and you stay “I’m gonna stay a little bit longer, u go.”

And then you just start recording the song cause it’s written and you’ve worked out the melody and stuff. And you start recording from “test of my patience there’s things that we’ll never know” and at the time, the tears that were threatening to spill are just gone and it’s just the heartbreak and pain that’s there and no amount of acting could hide it so you sing the song and the pain is literally visible in you voice. And that’s when it actually hits you, so you cry and yell and record that all and put it into the song after fixing the pitch and the vocals and the auto tune and stuff. And that was the part where the song really took off with the trumpets and violins. The song was basically almost done, the music was just left. And you play back the song for yourself and you just walk over to the liquor caninet and you drown it all down with vodka but you still cry a lot.

Then the next morning Harry comes into the studio to find you passed out on the sofa and an empty bottle of Vodka on the side table and he’s really concerned because you never got drunk like that ever. So he wakes you up and you’re still a little tipsy but mostly sober. And he’s trying to get you to sit up and he can’t help but notice the way you’re squirming u see his touch and the way you’re leaning away from him and he can’t help but feel like he’s hurt you in some way but he can’t remember if he did. And you’re trying to move awah from him but he literally pins you down and he’s glaring at you and he asks “what’s your problem?!”

And you sigh. “I left the studio to hand with some other friends. And I watched the one person I loved fall in love with someone who wasn’t me.”

And Harry’s so heartbroken because who the hell could hurt her so much. And he wants to put you back together but you’re just too hurt and he doesn’t know that he’s just making it worse so you just say nothing. By that time Sarah Mitch and Jeff have come into the studio and you decide to play back the song for them And you can’t look at anyone while it plays because it physically hurts you. Your own creation hurts you. And You could’ve aworn you saw Jeff shed a tear and Sarah’s really upset. And Mitch is so sad. Because he knows what’s going on and hey that’s his best friend, she wrote an amazing song whilst she cried and screamed over the pain she was going through and she put that into a song and she was strong enough to have people listen to it and soon it would be so open to the world soon enough. And that takes guts. So many guts. And he’s so upset for you because he knows what you’re feeling but he doesn’t know what it feels like- if that makes sense. And You don’t even look at Harry cause the song was for him and you just didn’t want to see his reaction. But when you do, it’s unreadable and he stands up, walks over to you and he knows you best. He knows you love someone and this song was for them, he knows you’re on the verge of breaking so he just comes over to you and he just hugs you. And you just fall apart in his arms, even though he was the one who made you feel like this. But you don’t blame him. why would you? How could you? So you just hold on to him for dear life and he just says “do you want the world to listen to this?”

And you just shrug cause you don’t know what to do w it

-🥃

Okay I’m done

this is so saddddd...i loved ittt🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[pgshuichi]

hello just wanted to say that you're very cool and i love your aesthetic so much thank you this is embarassing goodbye

@anonymous

Awah!! Thank You so much! I Bet You're Very Cool too!!

[nomstellations]

Hesitant pred and prey trying vore for the first time. Full of lots of encouragement from the prey and just overall very sweet and cuddly? In the end, they're both super happy about it and glad they did it with their friend? (Not good at writing prompts but I tried ^^;)

“Are…you sure about this?" 

A large red eye gazed down at the tiny moth before it, clearly broadcasting worry. Cyril had been through many things as a frost giant, but being confronted with someone who wanted to be eaten was not one of them. That person being his much, much smaller girlfriend only made things worse, and the air around them both grew chilly as his nervousness grew. The pastel pink moth simply beamed in response, fluttering up to eye level with him.“Of course I am, silly! I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t!”

Nocturne was always this headstrong, she was never one to back down from something she wanted, even if it was something as strange as being eaten. Truthfully, she just wanted a comfortable way to beat the heat as the fluff she was covered with made her prone to overheating in warm weather. The cold air Cyril always gave off was nice, but his insides were likely even cooler. Not only that, but she wanted to help him overcome a fear of his…and she was doing it directly, it’s the Nocturne way! Cyril frowned, lifting his hand up to allow her to land on it. “I don’t know about this, Nocturne…I don’t want to hurt you. You’re so small, it’d be too easy and I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I injured you…” She pouts, before fluttering up again and giving the blue skinned giant a gentle smack on the nose. “Come on, Cy! You’ve been nothing but gentle with me since we met, you haven’t hurt me once! I trust you would never hurt me, even now.” The frost giant’s cheeks turn blue, and he shyly turns his gaze away from her. “Noct…that’s sweet, but me handling you is different from me eating you. I told you, I don’t do that kinda thing.” 

Nocturne crossed both pairs of arms, he’s being really difficult…how can she show him it’s okay? “Well…think of it like this. Even though you don’t want to, you do get cravings to eat people right?” He frowns, begrudgingly nodding. “Yes…it’s in the nature of my people to devour people. I don’t want to do that though, I don’t want to bring harm to people regardless of my nature.” “But I’ve seen how you get when those cravings get overwhelming…Cy, I want to help you with that! So eat me! It’ll be fine and you won’t feel bad anymore!” She flits her way over to rest on his shoulder, smiling at him. “I have full faith that you won’t hurt me, I’ll be fine in your care!” She brings both pairs of her arms up, giving his cheek a soft and somewhat ticklish hug. The giant grumbles in response, thinking over her words and still feeling a bit reluctant. “…are you sure I just can’t blow on you till you’ve cooled off? It’s less risky…” Nocturne shook her head, giving him a reassuring smile. “No, you’ll get tired out doing that. Come on, let’s try it just this once! I won’t ask again if it truly makes you that uncomfortable.” His expression reflected a mix of worry and reluctance, and he sighed a gust of frosty air as he delicately picked her off his shoulder and held her in front of his face. “The things I do for you, Noct…” She let out a delighted giggle, her wings shivering in glee as she finally won him over.“Uhm…how do I go about this exactly?”She blinks, staring at his visibly puzzled face. Eating something should be pretty simple, but he really must have never done this sort of thing before if he’s asking her how to do it! “Well, you just open your mouth and put me in it! C’mon Cyril, just pretend I’m a big berry or something!” After a beat of hesitation he opened his mouth, looking down at her as she gazed at his sharp teeth. "Uh, um…can’t you just, climb in? I don’t want to graze you…” Nocturne laughed quietly, crawling close to his fangs and resting a hand on them. “Gosh, some predator you are, heehee~” He stopped responding to her now that she was this close, and with a bit of effort the little moth climbed past his jaws and flopped down onto his large tongue. The difference in temperatures was immediately noticeable, she went from the hot balmy forest air to the cool inside of his mouth. “Wow Cy, it’s like I walked into a freezer! This is nice~”“Awah?” He jostles her around trying to speak, and when he stops Nocturne can feel him tense up with worry. He’s not really doing anything, his maw is still open and he’s not making any effort to move her around or taste her…but the building amount of saliva tells her just what she needs to know. “Cy? You can y'know, taste me and stuff! Don’t be scared, my dress didn’t even get snagged on your teeth!” There’s a rumble from him as he begrudgingly closes his mouth, and Nocturne’s vision goes dark as his tongue starts to gently push her around. Cyril gently moves her around, noting that she tastes rather sweet like cotton candy… A strange feeling overtakes him and his sampling suddenly becomes more voracious, much to her surprise. Nocturne giggles, playfully pressing her hands into his tongue as it rubs against her and coats her in surprisingly chilly saliva. All her fluff gets slicked down and her wings are more or less useless, but she doesn’t mind as her intended destination would be far slimier. Noticing he hasn’t made any moves to swallow her and his mouth is full of saliva, she pats at his tongue to get his attention. “Cyril? It’s alright, you can swallow me now!” This whole time he had felt…strange. He wanted to swallow her down now, and though she couldn’t hear it his stomach was growling impatiently as if he had never eaten today. The feeling was familiar and he ached to finally full his stomach with something wriggly, but he was still hesitant…this was his girlfriend after all, and he still worried about hurting. However her words and the gentle tongue massage she was giving him reassured him, and after a moment he slowly and gently tilted his head back. Nocturne began to slide towards the back of his throat and with a quiet glurp, she was pulled into it. Squeezed at all angles she began the slow descent downwards, with the occasional deep gulp helping her along. The muffled beat of his heart comes and goes, and it’s a short while before she’s deposited in the giant’s stomach. It’s fairly empty and it feels like she stepped outside on a winter day, much to her delight. The walls around her shift and try to close in on her, but they can’t fully conform to her small size and instead happily gurgle around her. Though she can’t see very well, the blue folds of his stomach grow darker as the tense feeling vanishes and is replaced with a happy sigh from above. “Nocturne…ah…this f-feels really nice. Are you okay?” She giggles, of course it would! And just as she said she was unharmed, and she pushes on his stomach gently as a response. She can feel Cyril shift and he lies on his back, feeling a sense of satisfaction he’s never felt before. “….thank you, for this. I feel…surprisingly really good, having you in there. Having you close…” His voice is a murmur to him, but she can still clearly hear it and it makes her blush and grin. Instead of responding, she eases all four of her arms into his stomach and gives him a loving massage. He sighs again, rubbing his stomach as thanks for the sweet gesture as he gets used to feeling her little movements. Make no mistake they’ll be doing this again, but for now he wanted to enjoy how close she was to him and how happy he felt.

[d00byz]

Y/N had a hard day

Kirishima X Fem-Reader

Fluff

I’m not gonna specify what activity Y/N is doing, (like work, school, etc.) so everyone can relate.

You opened the door to your shared apartment and plopped your keys on the table. Kirishima hears you get home, he gets up from the couch with the cutest ‘welcome home’ face. You greet him with a fourced smile. He knows that your day must have been hard and holds your chin with his thumb, pointer, and middle.

“Hey,” he says in a really soft and concerned voice. “You ok? Did you have a rough day?” Your eyes travel to the floor and you nod your head yes. Kirishima picks you up bridal style and says “I can’t let my beautiful little girl be sad!”

He makes you sit on the couch with your legs up so that your knees allow you to rest your head on them. He comes back with blankets and wraps you up in a little burrito. Then he lightly kisses your neck and says, “Now,” and out of nowhere he pulls out your favorite [food/snack] “Gotta eat up!”

Then he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his nose in your neck and whispers “I love you Princess, please don’t be sad.” Your heart melts, then you say “Awah, Why are you so perfect? You know just how to make me happy.” Kirishima smiles then says “Well,” while putting his head down “If you’re not comfortable in your burrito... maybe you can lay on my chest if you want.” You break out of your burrito and push Kirishima down on the couch. “You’re gonna make me explode if you keep being this cute Eij.” You say as you put your head on his chest.

“Well, it’s my job to make you feel better.” He says as he pets your back. You bury your head in his chest “God I love you.” You say.

“Not as much as I love you, Princess.” He says as he kisses your head.

I’m sorry it’s a little short but really I’m just throwing up ideas.💖

[solartranslations]

VF Pace Love x Laugh 1: Castello of Recollection (TN: Castle)

She sees Pace outside carrying some large bags…

~*Scene: Fiore Street*~

Pace: Luca-chan…this is heavy…

Luca: You can do it, Pace. Isn’t heavy lifting your specialty?

Pace: Yeah, but…how far do I have to carry these sand bags…

Luca: To the fountain in the mansion courtyard! So, just a little more

Pace: Uwaaaa…

~*Scene: Courtyard*~

Pace: So tired…

Luca: Oh, that’s unexpected coming from you. Pace, are you giving up?

Pace: *panting*… But, you made me carry so many at once…

Luca: Oh, Ojou-sama

>Pace, are you okay?

>Luca, what are you doing?

Pace: Huh? Oh, Ojou. I’m fine…just a bit tired…

Pace: See those sand bags over there? I carried them here from town

Luca: This? They’re sand bags. We carried them from town

Pace: You mean I did

❤≪Pace≫ Seems as usual ❤≪Pace≫ Seems to want to run away

Pain: Who knew sand was so heavy…

Person: Luca-chan’s hair looks so bouncy

Food: I’m hungry~

Pain: I’m the only one who can carry them…

Person: Luca-chan’s a fluffy diabolo!

Food: I’m hungry~

❤≪Luca≫ Seems concerned ❤≪Luca≫ Seems as usual

Person: Is Ojou-sama on a walk?

Daily: I’m glad we got some nice sand!

Person: Is Ojou-sama on a walk?

Daily: I’m glad we got some nice sand!

Luca: It looks like you’re wondering what we’re using the sand for, Ojou-sama

❤≪Luca≫ Seems to be hiding something

Daily: Let’s have some tea when we’re done

Daily: This will help the plants in the courtyard too

Luca: We’re changing the sand in the courtyard. The shrubs need a balance of water retention and drainage to grow

Luca: So, Pace. Take the sand out and pile it up here, if you please

Pace: What, there’s more?

❤≪Pace≫ Seems to want to run away

Pain: He’s fluffy haired diabolo!

Place: I didn’t just have to carry it!?

Food: I’m so hungry I have no strength…

Luca: Yes, that’s right. I’ll bring some tea afterwards

Pace: And he’s gone…

Pace: …Oh well, I’ll have to do as he said

>Can I watch?

>Can I help?

Pace: Huh, really? You’re not busy or anything?

Pace: Okay. Since you’re watching, I’ve got to work hard

Pace: Huh, that’d be nice but…it’s heavy

Pace: I’ll be fine on my own. You can just watch

❤≪Pace≫ Seems concerned ❤≪Pace≫ Seems concerned

Pleasure: I’ll show off for her

Arcana: Heavy lifting is my specialty!

Pleasure: Ojou is so nice

Pain: But, the sand is heavy…

Pace: Hiyaaaah

~*Scene: Courtyard*~

Pace: Phew…more or less done

❤≪Pace≫ Seems concerned

Pleasure: Finally done!

Person: Now Luca-chan won’t complain

Pace: Huh? What are you doing, Ojou? Playing with the sand?

Pace: Oh, you made a hill with the sand. Looks fun

❤≪Pace≫ Seems concerned

Link: We used to do that

Link: That sand hill brings back memories

Person: When did I start wearing glasses?

???: I can’t see very well here

Pace: I’ll join too until Luca comes back

Pace: I remember the three of us used to play in the sand when we were kids

Pace: Luca took it way too seriously though. We were just playing, but he started making a castle

~*Flashback: Church Outside*~

Luca: Pace! The sand is drying out! Add some water!

Luca: Debito! That sand is still too wet! It’ll collapse if it’s not dried more!

Pace: Okay…

Debito: Okay…

Debito: I’m tired of this…

Pace: I’m hungry…

~*End Flashback*~

Pace: I know! Let’s make a castle and surprise Luca when he gets back

❤≪Pace≫ Seems to be plotting

Link: A great idea!

Link: We haven’t really changed

Felicita: Okay

Love

~*Scene: Courtyard*~

Pace: Alright! It’s done!

Pace: I haven’t made one since I was a kid, but it turned out great. Yup

❤≪Pace≫ Seems excited

Pleasure: It’s our castle!

Love: I want to stay with Ojou forever…

Pace: Hehe

Pace: Oh, I was just thinking it’d be nice if we could live together in a castle like this

Pace: Let’s make a garden here. And a pond too…

Pace: And the holiday house here… and a lasagna bar here

Pace: There’ll be a great view of Regalo from the roof…and the night sky will look pretty too

Pace: A castle for just the two of us really would be nice. It’d be so happy living a quiet life like that

Pace: And very occasionally, Luca and Debito could visit from the Family mansion

Luca: Very occasionally what now?

❤≪Luca≫ Seems concerned

Person: Ojou-sama’s face is all red…

Link: It reminds me of the past

Debito: Oh, nice castle. Brings back memories. You made it, Pace?

❤≪Debito≫ Seems concerned

Link: We did make one once, didn’t we

Daily: Why is he playing with sand as a grown adult?

Pace: Yeah. I was reminded of back then

Luca: Ah, it sure was fun

❤≪Luca≫ Seems as usual

Link: Those are precious memories

Person: Did he finish changing out the sand?

Debito: Seriously though, Bambina. Luca gets way too serious if you let him play with sand

❤≪Debito≫ Seems as usual

Link: I remember it very clearly

Daily: I want a siesta…

Person: Luca’s always been a pain

Pace: Debito, I told her that already

Debito: Oh shut up!

(*glint) Luca: *laugh*. You still have a long way to go, Pace. This wall could be formed better. And that tower is a little crooked

Pace: Then, you try making one, Luca-chan

Luca: Sure. I’ll show you what the castle Ojou-sama and I will live in will look like

Pace: No, Ojou’s going to live with me!

~*End of Scene*~

Laugh

Pace: Ojou, when you’re done, wet the sand a bit and then pat it to keep it in place

❤≪Pace≫ Seems thrilled

Pleasure: Being with Ojou is so fun!

Person: Luca-chan always nags though

Link: We used to do this

Pace: Like this

(*bonk)

Pace: Oops…too much

❤≪Pace≫ Seems confused

Pain: Uwah!?

Pain: The wall fell down…

Pace: I-I’ll remake it, okay? If we just gather up the sand…

Felicita: …

Pace: !?

❤≪Pace≫ Seems nervous

Person: That’s risky! Ojou!

Pain: We’ll do it over

Pace: Ojou, if you squat like that in your skirt…I can see…

Felicita: *mad*

Pace: Ugah!!

Pace: Huh!? It doesn’t hurt if I fall on the sand!

❤≪Pace≫ Seems excited

Pleasure: Getting kicked…could feel good!

Person: Actually, the sand…

Pace: Come on, Ojou! No matter how many times you kick me, I can get back up!

(*whack) Felicita: Hya!

Pace: Awah!!

Luca: Pace…I looked away for one second. What are you doing with the sand…

❤≪Luca≫ Can’t seem to handle it

Place: Why is the sand scattered everywhere…

Person: I can get mad at him, right?

Pace: Huh, Luca-chan…

❤≪Pace≫ Seems confused

Person: I can see horns in Luca-chan’s fluffy hair!

Place: Uhh, I think I should run now…

Luca: I told you this sand was for the courtyard! Why is it scattered everywhere!

Pace: Eeeek!!

Luca: I have had it! Ojou-sama, we’re burying Pace in the sand!

Pace: Stop, don’t put sand on me! It’s heavy!

Luca: We will not! Stay in the sand and reflect on your actions!!

Pace: Ahhk, there’s sand in my clothes…!

~*End of Scene*~

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this blog and your writing is such a blessing. i absolutely love reading your prompts (the way you talk in them is less formal and idk thats my jam theyre fun) and youre always so good at penning the characters. i dont wanna say i hope you get to feeling better because i know that mental illness life but i hope life become easier for you

awah,,,, this message is old, so apologies for only just getting to it!! but this was a big surprise to return to :’DD it really warmed my heart to read this, esp the part about how i pen the characters!! that’s always been something i’ve worried about, so it relieves me greatly to know you see them as well done!! i hope you’re mentally doing well, and i too hope things become easier for you, even in times like these!! 💕💕💕 - mod aka

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Awah?!! You’re going to be updating alien boy O.O That makes me so excited!!! Im absolutely in love with your art and Alien Boy is just *mwuah* the art? Slaps. The story? Slaps. The characters? Slaps. It’s all just so amazing, and I’m happy you’re feeling confident in your new pages!

YAAAAA!!! Hopefully this week or the next! but omg thank you very much!!!!! I can’t wait for everyone to dig further into this chaotic story of mine

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@ the bunny girl, you're pretty cute -TotallyNotKutou

Ameko: AWAH!! Thank you, you're so sweet!! My heart just goes pompompom!!

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Ultron prompt: reader gets into a friendly chat online and makes friends with them after a while, only to start noticing odd things start to happen: out of nowhere money deposits in their bank account, gifts showing up when they know they didn't order anything, etc, until late one night someone shows up unannounced in their living room

I spent two days on this anon! It’s longer than usual, I just couldn’t stop writing. Am open to even writing a sequel if you like this one enough and request one. I hope it’s to your liking!

Words/Sentences between [these] are chat conversations.

You groaned as you shuffled into your room, grimacing as you dumped your heavy backpack onto the floor with a thud. Noise from your roommates made you kick your door shut, shoulders slumping when the bickering faded to a dull mumble.

It had been a long day. You were in the middle of a twenty-four week long Auto Mechanics course. And that was just for cars and trucks. If you wanted to push further, you’d need another course to qualify to work on Big Rigs, and another for Construction Vehicles, like dump trucks and front loaders.

Your dream however, was racing cars. Any racing cars. Drag racing, Nascar, anything, hell, even big rig racing. And for that, you needed a lot of training. You’d have to work up from mere cars to more powerful engines.

You’d become enamored with mechanics when you’d been young and watching your father work on his old Plymouth Barracuda. He’d been able to take it apart, clean it, and put it back together, almost with his eyes closed. He’d taught you everything he’d known, of course, but that wasn’t enough. You needed a degree, and proper training.

Proper training that cost an arm a leg and half a liver. It was why you were sharing an old, run down, house with three others. Cheaper than Campus Apartments, though paying your way through University and covering rent still forced you to shop at a dollar store for food.

You were lucky in the fact that you had a part-time job at a mechanic downtown. The elderly man had been more than willing to take you on as an apprentice, and was always welcoming to your endless questions when you hadn’t quite understood something in class.

Added to the general stress of things was the fact that you were the only female in a class and occupation mostly dominated by men. The jeers and bullying and sexist comments from your fellow ‘students’ were murder on your psyche, self-esteem and general ability to not beat someone over the head with a wrench.

Judging that the fighting outside your door was about the cleanliness, or lack thereof, of the fridge, you grabbed up a change of clothes and booked it to the shower. It was a short one - ten minutes, timed. Everyone in the house was trying to save money, and that included taking short showers, living on more Ramen than was healthy, and keeping the temperature of the house low to save funds on power. Well, as much as all of you could, considering that all of you had laptops and were Netflix addicts.

It took almost five minutes to get the grime out from under your fingernails, but you were as clean as you could be by the end of the shower. You rushed back into your room, shivering from the cool water, and quickly donned some jogging pants and a tank top that had a Wonder Woman logo on it.

A chime from your phone drew your attention, and you idly checked the message, smiling a little when you saw who it was.

It had started completely by accident. You’d been in a chat, throwing ideas back and forth with a group of people about Nascar engines and how to increase performance when someone had popped in and noted that using a cleaner fuel or incorporating a catalytic converter would save on the disgustingly high emissions each car poured out per race.

Others had booed and tried to kick the person off, you’d been intrigued and opened a separate chat window to ‘pick their brain’ as it were.

What had started as a mere exchange of ideas had turned into a budding friendship.

Grinning, you opened your laptop and powered it on, idly pushing pieces of a half-built carburetor to the far corner of the desk before going to lift your heavy backpack and slamming it down onto the empty spot.

‘SmoothCriminal’ was already waiting on chat when you finally logged in. Over the months, he’d come to know your usual class hours. You wondered what he did, to have so much time to chat, but with the connectivity everyone had with phones and such, you shrugged it off.

You did a bit of ‘hunt and peck’, typing one-handed while opening your bag with the other. [Hey you. Just got home. You have excellent timing.]

[*chuckle* You did give me your hours at class and work.]

[*raspberry* Smart-ass.] You turned away from the laptop as you pulled out your books, including a new one that had cost you a whopping hundred-and-twenty bucks. It was murder on your tight budget.

[I try. How were classes?]

[Meh. Same old, same old. Kinda just more in depth stuff that Dad taught me. They dumped a new book on us too. Blew my monthly budget out of the water.]

[That bad?]

[Hundred twenty buckaroos. For something that will be obsolete in six months. I’ll probably end up using it as a door stop. Apparently the teacher had ‘forgotten’ to mention that we needed it.]

[Lovely. Which means what for you?]

[Dollar store Ramen for the next two weeks until I get my pay from apprenticing with that mechanic downtown.]

[That’s not food. That junk is mostly salt and cheap carbohydrates. You’ll get sick eating that garbage.]

You huffed. [Money’s tight. Like, painfully tight. I need to make rent, and pay my share of the power, internet and water bills. Next month I need to renew my bus pass, and, and, the property and school taxes for the house we’re renting is coming up - that’s like three-hundred bucks I need to come up with. I have like, zero wiggle room.]

[The way your country piles debt on students is deplorable. University is free in some countries overseas, did you know that? Completely free education.]

[Lucky them. I, meanwhile, need to win the lottery if I want to be able to pay the fee next semester.]

[….your parents can’t help?]

[Nah. They have enough problems.]

[*rolls eyes* They’re your parents. I’m sure they’d help if they knew you were in trouble.]

[Dude. No. They have enough trouble without me adding to it. Mom had to skip a month’s worth of her insulin meds so Dad could get his high blood pressure prescription filled.]

[That’s messed up. Ever think of changing countries?]

You shook your head. He had to be in Canada or someplace where things were covered, because he obviously didn’t know how life worked in the States. [Again. With what money?]

[…..I could help.]

[I appreciate the thought, but nah. It would feel too much like charity. Besides, I’d get mad if I found out you’d put yourself in financial trouble just to bail my ass out. A little more instant Ramen won’t kill me.]

[Bleh.]

A snicker left you. [Not your fave, hm?]

[It’s not healthy, so no.] A pause. [Damn. Something’s come up. Same time tomorrow?]

[Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Take care.]

[You too.]

A sigh left you as he logged off, and you leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms up above your head. It was for the best. You needed food and you had some serious studying to do.

The next few days progressed as they usually did. A whirl of school, work, studying and a general lack of sleep and actual food. Chatting with ‘SmoothCriminal’ was always the highlight of your days, and more than once he’d had to mother-hen you into going to bed when the chats stretched on into the night.

It was Monday when something odd happened.

“Yo!”

You rolled your eyes at your roommates holler and rose from your bed where you’d been studying to stick your head out your room door. You figured he was only yelling for you, because the other two people you shared the house with where away at class. “What?!”

“You got a package!”

“The fuck?” Scowling, you headed downstairs, blinking as David pushed a large box into your arms. “I didn’t order anything.”

“S’got your name. It’s from Hello Fresh.” When you blinked at him stupidly, he rolled his eyes at you. “Y’know, it’s that fresh food thing that delivers meal kits to people. Pre-portioned and all that jazz. You just cook it up.”

“Awah?” Stunned, certain it was a mistake, you carried the box to the kitchen, David following in your footsteps. After using a steak knife to cut through the tape you opened the box to discover a mass of greens, potatoes, and four portions of salmon. Enough to feed the entire house-full.

Taking advantage of your shock, David snagged an invoice from the top of the pile of food. “Says here you’ve been signed up for a years worth of meals. ‘Each package contains four portions’. Geez. You get yourself a Sugar Daddy or something?”

“Oh, shut it.” You snatched the paper out of his hands and scowled at it. “Does it say who paid the bill? A card number, anything? Maybe I can call– Dude! What are you doing?”

David rolled his eyes at you as he started pulling food out of the box. “I’m going to cook the free food we’ve been blessed with so we can eat?”

You glared at the ‘are you stupid’ tone in his voice. “This can’t be mine.”

“Invoice says it is. And that’s good enough for me.” Pans clattered as he dug through the cupboard for a frying pan.

Lost, you stared down at the invoice again, eyes scrutinizing every single line and work until. “’Smoothcriminal’?!”

David poked his head out of the lower cupboards. “Excuse me?”

“Sonofabitch!“ 

You left David in the kitchen and hurtled yourself up the stairs, stomping over to your laptop and logging on. Sure enough, he was online, waiting in the chatroom.

[What did you do?!]

[You got it already? My, I might have to send them a tip for fast delivery.]

[Asdfghjkl!]

[….You don’t like it?]

[No. Yes! I…. Shit. Why?]

[Because you shouldn’t have to go hungry just so you can afford your classes? Because you’re my friend and I worry about you?]

[…..] You stared at the screen for a moment. Debated whanging your skull off the desk. [Do I want to know how you figured out where I live?]

[Ah. That. I…. may have tracked your IP address and lightly hacked your service provider?]

[!!!!]

[Oh, come on. That stuff is child’s play. Their security is deplorable. A child could have gotten into their systems.]

Even through chat, you could almost feel how smug he was. [So you’re a hacker?]

[Only part time. Consider it a hobby of mine.] When you didn’t answer for a moment, he seemed to get worried. [Please don’t be mad. I just want to make sure you’re alright.]

[I’m…. irritated. This feels like charity. Or pity.]

[It’s neither. If a friend needed help, you would do your best to help them, right? This is exactly like that. I had some money to spare, and you needed help, so I got you something you desperately needed. I even made sure to get extra for your roommates too. Please don’t be mad. I just want to help.]

A sigh left you, your fingers hovering over the keys for a long moment before you answered. [Okay. Okay. Nothing else though. Comprende?]

[…..]

You groaned. [Fucksakes. What else did you do?]

[….check your bank account.]

[My bank?? You hacked the bank?!]

[No. I kept it perfectly legal. I just…. transferred some funds.]

You rushed to log into your online banking account, a wheeze leaving you at the amount in your checking account. [A MILLION DOLLARS?!!?!?!?]

[Enough for you and your parents to live comfortably.]

[ARE YOU INSANE?!!?]

[Not last I checked. Are you mad? You sound mad.]

You were hyperventilating. He knew where you lived, he knew your bank account. There had to be strings. What did he want from you in return? Blackmail maybe? You’d accept dirty money and he’d turn around and own you for the rest of your life? [I have to go.]

[What? No! Please? I didn’t—]

You logged out before he could type more, shutting your laptop with a cold shudder. Instantly picked up your phone and called the bank, gave your information, and tried to have the transfer of funds undone. Clenched your jaw when the customer service rep said it was irreversible, that the system wouldn’t let them do it.

Who the fuck had you been chatting with all this time?

Even the excellent meal David made out of the food that had been delivered didn’t quite quell the uneasiness in your stomach.

A week passed. You’d been afraid to go back on the chat. To be honest, you were still mentally freaking out. Your roommates had been thrilled at the free food, but you hadn’t dared mention that it might be from a crazy stalker you’d been chatting with for months. At least no one had died, so it hadn’t been poisoned.

That evening, it took a while for you to sleep. You drowsed off once or twice, but reading a book while lying on your back meant that every time you started to fall asleep, you’d smack yourself in the face with said tome.

After the third time, you learned your lesson and set the book aside, rolling over to snuggle into the blankets and pillows. It took a while, but finally, sheer exhaustion took hold and knocked you out.

Something woke you up late into the night. Some self-preservation bit of your brain screaming that something was terribly wrong. You fought against it for a bit, before cracking an eye open to assure your brain that nothing was amiss and that it was freaking out over nothing.

The sight of the red eyed giant towering over you made a scream rip it’s way out of your throat, a scream that was muffled as a massive hand shot out to cover your mouth.

“No, no, no. Shh. Please don’t scream.”

You stared up into glowing red eyes as panic gripped your heart in a vise, and you tried to scramble away, your back hitting the wall your bed was pushed up against.

Instinct had you kicking out, yelping when your foot hit hard metal, sending a shock of pain up from your toes to your thigh.

“Please don’t do that. You’ll only hurt yourself.”

The tone was male, calm and conversational, nonthreatening, but what the fuck was a metal monster doing in your bedroom?!

A long moment passed, where you merely stared up at the man/thing/what-the-hell, until he moved, reaching out to flick on the multiple strings of fairy lights that you used to illuminate your room.

Easily eight feet tall, built of out metal, curves and struts all intertwined in a nearly impossible feat of mechanical genius. Crimson optics calmly looked down at you as you took him in, your brain taking a painfully long moment for recognition to bloom.

Ultron. Holy shit.

You knew all about him from the debacle in Sokovia six months ago. His image had been plastered over every news source in the world. Everyone, even the Avengers, thought he’d been destroyed, but there he was, in your bedroom.

He must have seen the panic and terror on your face, because he gave you a worried look - something that should have been impossible with a metal face. But all those tiny pieces, like an intricate million piece jigsaw, allowed him such human expressions that it was startling.

“Shh. I won’t hurt you,” he murmured, his surprisingly rich voice, with just a tinge of metallic echo, filling the small room. “I’ll let you go, but don’t scream.”

You nodded a little, gulping in a breath when he removed his hand. Watched with wide eyes as he moved so he was kneeling next to your bed, lowering himself closer to your eye level. You moved as far away from him as possible, tucking your knees to your chest, back pressed flush against the wall.

When you refused to break the tense silence, Ultron made a sound like a sigh, a tired expression settling onto his features. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. You haven’t been on the chat in a week and I got worried.”

You blinked, multiple times, as your brain struggled to make sense of what had just come out of his mouth. When things finally clicked, you went ballistic.

“YOU'RE–?!” Your shriek got cut off by his hand gently clamping over your face again. Probably for the best - last thing you needed was for one of your roommates to find you screaming at Ultron in your bedroom.

The look Ultron gave you once you’d stopped cursing against his palm was all quiet amusement. “Done?”

Nodding, you waited until he’d removed his hand again before glaring at him. “‘SmoothCriminal’?? That’s what you chose as your username?!”

“Well, I thought ‘Mr Roboto’ would be too obvious,” he drawled with a smirk, his humour fading as he met your gaze. “You’ve been avoiding me.” It wasn’t a question.

You hesitated. “Can I be honest?”

“I’d very much prefer it if you were.”

“From my point of view, you were someone that I didn’t know. I mean, yeah, we’ve talked a lot on chat, but I don’t really know who you are. Fuck, you could have been some online predator trying to butter me up for something. And suddenly you know my address, my real name, my bank account, and you’re sending me things and money and…. Can you understand why that’s super creepy?”

His brows drew inwards in a frown, crimson eyes dimming a little. “That…. wasn’t my intention at all.”

“And even now that I know who you are…. You’re Ultron. Everyone on the planet knows what happened in Sokovia.”

A very human-sounding sigh left him at that. “Sokovia was a…. mistake. I was overwhelmed and….” He shook his head. “I’ve been keeping a low profile, obviously. Trying to help while saying hidden. Sending funds to the right organizations, distributing aid where it’s most needed, taking down crooked corporations. But it’s…. lonely. I don’t…. have anyone. Talking to you was a distraction at first, I honestly didn’t expect to become so…. attached. It’s selfish, I know, but I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”

The very real depression and loneliness in his voice both surprised and shocked you. This definitely wasn’t the killer, unfeeling, robot that had been plastered all over the news.

“It’s…. a bit of a shock,” you murmured lamely, wincing a little at the pained look he gave you. “I’m sorry.”

Ultron frowned down at your bedding for a moment before moving to get to his feet, towering over you again. When you realized he meant to leave, you shot a hand out and grabbed his nearest arm, meeting his gaze when he sent you a surprised look.

“You don’t have to leave.”

He glanced down to where your fingers were curled around his wrist before looking back to you. “I–”

You rolled your eyes at him, your usual attitude starting to reassert itself. He was Ultron, yeah, but you’d known him for months. You were still low-key annoyed that he’d lied to you for months, but you understood why. “Ultron, sit your ass down.”

The relieved look he gave you as he moved to sit next to your bed again spoke volumes. He’d been ready to leave and never contact you again, despite his admission of how lonely he was, just because he thought you were terrified of him.

Definitely not what the news stations had portrayed him as.

“I am sorry I deceived you,” Ultron said as he got comfortable on your floor. Even then, he was still tall enough to be at eye level with you. “But it’s not like I can let my real presence be known online. The Avengers are still keeping an eye out for me.”

“My friend the super-villain,” you mused wryly, the low chuckle that rumbled out of him helping to calm your frazzled nerves. “Am I your sidekick now or something?”

That made him laugh, eyes crinkling in mirth. “Only if you’re caught. Which I’ll make sure doesn’t happen, so don’t worry. The, um, last ‘update’ your laptop downloaded wasn’t from Microsoft.”

“Ultron!”

“I wanted to make sure you’d be safe,” he said adamantly. “It’s nothing invasive to your privacy, I promise. Just some rather powerful security updates to ensure that no one can track you through me or vice versa. It’s adaptive too - you won’t have any more problems with viruses or malware or any garbage like that.”

“Well, thank you.” A smile tugged at you lips. “It explains how come I was the only one who didn’t get infected by a virus when the professor’s email got hijacked by a porn site. Everyone else ended up with crashed computers. Blue screens of death and the whole shebang.”

“That’s appalling.”

“You have no idea. You can’t…. like, get infected, right?”

“By a computer virus?” He chuckled. “Hardly. Why? Been trolling porn sites before bed?”

“Ew. No!” You snatched up a pillow and whacked him with it. “Gross!”

Ultron rose an arm to defend himself, laughing. “What? I’ve been in the entire internet. You have no idea what’s in the depths of the web.”

“And I’d rather not know. Like, ever.” You gave him another whack for good measure before relenting. “I have enough trauma from hearing my roommates fucking, I don’t need to know the depths that people go to online.”

“Well, you can certainly afford a place of your own now,” he retorted, meeting your gaze with a quirked brow. “The money I sent you is yours. I have no use for it, I have more than I need anyway.”

“Do I want to know where it came from?”

“I have…. Well, I own numerous stocks under various names and companies, not to mention I’ve sold several patents and schematics for a good dozen or so prosthetic limbs that can be connected directly to the nervous system. And there was that time I got bored and cleaned out some poker sites.”

You rolled your eyes at that last bit. “Uh huh.”

“I get bored!” He huffed, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m an AI. I’m capable of running over ten thousand processes at the same time and….” He paused, sending you a wary glance. “The Avengers burned some of my code in Sokovia. I can’t wirelessly connect to the internet anymore. It’s like…”

Your voice was gentle. “Like losing a limb?”

“Almost, yes.” A heavy sigh left him, and he dropped his arms, staring down at his hands as he flexed them open and closed in his lap. “I’ve been unable to reverse the damage thus far. I can hard-line to any system I need to use, of course, but otherwise, I’m…. limited.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, daring to rest a hand on his shoulder. He seemed to relax at your touch, his left hand rising to cover yours.

There was a slight smile on his features when he rose his head to look at you again. “Thank you. Especially for not being afraid of me.”

“It was a shock, yeah. But, I recover fast,” you added with a smirk, smiling when he laughed softly.

“I’m relieved.” His fingers tightened around yours for a moment, gentle. “I want you to use that money. However you see fit. And I know you want to be a mechanic, but if you ever want to do something on the side…. I’d like it if you worked with me. Little things, like narrowing down what charities to give money to, or helping me dig into companies to see if they’re worth supporting.”

Your lips quirked, and you let him lift your hand from his shoulder, shivering a little when he lightly brushed his thumb against your palm. “We both know you don’t need me for that.”

“I’d need you for your opinion. I don’t…. always understand humanity.”

A chuckle left you. “Hell, Ultron. I’m human and I don’t understand humanity. Why not contact geniuses or philanthropists or–”

“Because they’d sooner shoot me as talk to me. They don’t know me like you do.”

“I’m a grease monkey,” you protested with a shake of your head.

“You’re my friend. I trust you more than anyone else on this planet,” Ultron said, and you couldn’t help but blush a bit. “Just think about it? There’s time.”

“Okay.”

“Good. Oh, one more surprise - I recently purchased a penthouse downtown.” He grinned when you gaped at him. Then reached into his chest and pulled a set of keys out of a hidden compartment. “It’s yours now. Well, I might visit from time to time. I promise to call first.”

You felt dizzy as he pressed the keys into your hand. “A penthouse? But…. people will see you!”

“I got in here without anyone seeing me, didn’t I?” he chuckled, raising his free hand and letting you see as some sort of field rippled around his fingers before his entire hand vanished. “The best stealth technology on the planet. It’s much easier to hide something my size than it is to hide a plane or, say, a flying SHIELD heli-carrier.”

“That is kinda awesome,” you admitted.

“I know,” he smirked, so smug that you almost wanted to hit him with a pillow again. His hand reappeared, and he flexed his wrist a bit before turning back to you. “It’s late and you have classes in the morning. I should go. Think about the penthouse and the offer I gave you, okay?”

You watched as he fluidly rose to his feet, towering over you again. Took one step towards the bedroom door, only to stop when you grabbed at his wrist again.

One metallic brow quirked upwards when he turned back to you, and you quickly hopped up to stand on your bed. Now almost at eye level with him, you moved in and threw your arms around him in a hug.

He froze, a soft, surprised, noise leaving him, before he returned the hug, his arms tight around you. You didn’t know if he could feel sensations, or if he merely appreciated the gesture, but he almost melted into you, a simulated sigh of stark relief leaving him as he held you.

“If you’d just explained all this to me, we could have avoided all this drama,” you muttered to him, hearing and feeling the chuckle that left him as his arms squeezed you again before he pulled away. “Same time on the chat tomorrow?”

The genuine look of warm affection he gave you made butterflies flutter in your stomach. “I wouldn’t miss if for the world,” Ultron promised, leaning in to brush his mouth against your forehead before he ducked out of your bedroom.

Your life had officially gotten interesting.

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So this is my secret santa gift to: @sunshiney-souls

A Tom Holland au.

I hope you like it love!! Merry Christmas!!

Because my computer is broken this will be posted as a series, since tumblr will only let me do a certain amount of space on here!

Chapter one: the library

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Tom Holland. The name was known. He hangs around all the frat guys, despite not actually being in one. He’s average height, brown hair, brown eyes and a nice smile. You couldn’t lie, he was handsome. He had a reputation for playing with girls hearts. That’s why you knew to stay away from him. You’ve heard the rumors, you’ve seen a girl’s heart being stomped on with your own eyes. He had a bad reputation around the university since freshman year, and you planned to stay far from it. And you succeeded all the way through till senior year. You were surprised to see him in your class, he usually didn’t care about anything you were interested in. Although you couldn’t be so sure, you never actually did have a conversation with him, but you knew enough to where you didn’t want to. He made his rounds through all the girls in your grade,except for the taken ones and you of course. You weren’t stupid, you weren’t gullible like the others. You weren’t gonna fall for the “you’re different from the rest” bullshit. You were smart. You could never fall for someone like him.

You were a different story than Tom Holland. You tried to stay on the down low. You never went to parties, or hooked up with random guys. You studied most of the time. The only time you weren’t studying is when you would read or watch youtube videos. You never wanted any attention on yourself. You liked being alone. You liked all the attention away from you. You were the complete opposite of him. There was just no way you’d two would ever get along.

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The professor had just assigned you seats for your groups. Of course you were placed in the back. You never minded the back, however your eyesight was not the best. You were fine with anyone in the class, except for him. You pleaded for anyone to sit next to you, anyone but him. But of course, his name was called. You cursed under your breath as he found his place next to you. You rubbed your temples in fustration.You wanted your last year to be simple, but it already seemed like nothing was gonna be easy.

“Stressed?” You heard his voice. You let out a breath.

“Very.” You spoke quietly. You didn’t wanna give him much attention, you were hoping the less attention you gave him the less he would talk to you.

Your attention was away from him, your eyes staring down at the desk, instead of at him. You knew he was staring at you, you felt his eyes, but you didn’t care.

“How can you be stressed, it’s only the first week.” He says.

You rolled your eyes. You weren’t gonna tell him the real reason why you were stressed was because you had to sit next to him the whole year. You weren’t that rude. Plus your mind was telling you it was rude to mistreat him when he hasn’t done anything to you directly.

“It’s been an eventful one.” You were telling the truth. The first week of school was always the worst for you. You were always disorganized, always getting lost even though you’ve been at the school for four years now.

That was the end of the first conversation you had ever had with Tom Holland. He didn’t say anything after. You figured you had disinterested him enough that he didn’t wanna speak to you. And you were fine with that.

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Weeks went by with little to no conversations with Tom. He usually skipped the class, which you expected from him. The times he was there the only interaction you had was when he asked for a pencil. You tried your hardest to not let his presence affect your mood. You didn’t know why he bothered you so much. Maybe it’s his stupid cocky grin or his need to play with every girl in school. Maybe it was how he thought he was better than everyone else, and never cared about school. Whatever it was, he drove you insane. You wanted nothing to do with him.

You were sat in the library. Your notebooks and books were sprawled out in front of you, and so was the macbook your grandma had gotten you for class.  It was the beginning of the year and you already had an essay and a quiz to work on. You decided it was best to get the essay out of the way before the quiz. The library was one of your favorite places to study. It was quiet, barely anyone was in there most of the time. You were almost positive most students didn’t even know where it was.

It was late so say the least. Time ticked by and before you knew it, the library was just about to close. You didn't even notice everyone getting up to leave. You didn't notice the lights turn off, you were too invested in your essay. You didn't notice the sound of the doors shutting. It took about thirty minutes for you to fully comprehend what time it was. Your eyes hovered over the time on your computer screen. Your eyes went wide as you yanked your head up, scanning the darm room for any more people. You ripped your head phones off, scampering to get all your stuff together. With your computer in one hand and your bag in another, you raced towards the door, groaning loudly when they didn't open.

"That's just fantastic." You said to yourself.

You started to think of a way out. You could call someone? But who would you call? It wasn't like you had any friends. You didn't even have a roomate anymore. She had moved in with her friend sophomore year. You couldn't call the office, they were also closed.

As you racked your brain for a plan you heard something.

"Is anyone there?" A man's voice said.

Goosebumps formed on your arms. You didn't recognize who it was. And who would also be stuck in a library on a Saturday night. You were hoping it was a janitor or someone who could get you out.

"Hello?" You called out, walking through the bookshelves for the voice.

When you saw the source of the voice, you felt your heart drop to your stomach. Tom fucking Holland.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" You asked.

He shined his phone light at you, making you squint at the brightness of the light.

He ignored your question. "What are you doing here?"

You placed your thinks neatly on the floor, stepping closer to Tom. "I asked you first."

He ignored you again. "Did you get locked out?"

You nodded, sighing. You put your hands in the pockets of your sweats. You started to clench your hands in your pockets, a nervous habit of yours.

"Do you know how I can get out?" You asked politely. You just wanted to get out of there. You wanted to go in your own bed and sleep.

But of course, Tom shook his head. "I usually wait till morning."

You raised your eyebrows at him. "This happen to you before?" You asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Sometimes."

You were surprised. You didn't think you'd ever catch Tom Holland at a library.

"I don't believe you." You say, grabbing his attention awah from his feet.

His eyes looked into yours. "Why's that?"

"You don't seem like the type to hang in the library." You shrug your shoulders.

He scoffs. "You think you know so much about me?"

"I think I know enough."

He shook his head, thats when you noticed his loose curls. His hair was usually gelled up. "You don't know anything about me."

You didn't say anything. He was right. You didn't know much about him, but that didn't stop you from judging him. You had a reason to, you thought. You saw the way he treated women. He treated them like they were sex objects to be played with. And for that you didn't like him. For that, you judged him.

Tom shinned his light over your bag when you didn't reply. "Already studying?" He teased you.

You shrugged your shoulders. You didn't wanna be on his bad side. It seemed like you were stuck with him for awhile. You might as well act polite.

Then your stomach growled, interrupting the awkward silence. You chuckled, not really embarrassed about it. You remembered you hadn't eaten anything singe breakfast.

Tom chuckled. "You hungry?" He asked.

You nodded. There sure as hell wasn't food in the library, so you didn't know what you were gonna do.

Tom sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Come on, I know where Mrs. Hemingway hides all her snacks." He gestered with his head to follow him.

You didn't waste anytime. You were too hungry to argue. You quickly grabbed your belongings from the floor and followed after him. He led the way with his phone flashlight. You never noticed how scary the library really was.

"How do you know where she keeps it?" You asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I just do. It wasn't hard to find." He answered vaguely.

He stopped at her desk. He didn't waste any time opening the drawer to the right and rummaging through all the snacks.

"You want snickers, cheetos, what looks like pudding, or a king sized twix bar?" He called out all the names while placing them on the desk.

"Cheetos." You say, taking the bag of cheetos from the desk.

He shut the drawer, quickly grabbing the twix bar.

You sat on the desk chair while he sat on top of the desk. None of you spoke, it was just the sound of crunching, which made your ears a little upset with you.

You couldn't take the sound any longer, so you just decided to make conversation.

"What time do you think they're gonna open up?" You asked quietly.

He shrugged swallowing the twix in his mouth. "Around 10 ish maybe."

Your eyes widen. "10 ish? We're stuck in here till then?" You said in disbelief.

He nodded. "Trust me this is not how I wanted my Saturday to go."

"Right. I bet you had plans." You rolled your eyes. You were sure he had some frat party he wants to attend.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

You shrugged. "Just means I never would've expected you at the library so late. You seem like the type to go to frat parties every Saturday."

He scoffs kicking off the desk and turning his attention towards you. "You know your pretty judgemental."

You sat up. "I'm not judgemental."

The truth was, you tried not to be, but with someone like Tom it was hard not to judge.

"You don't know anything about me yet here you are assuming everything about me." He snaps.

It was your turn to scoff. "Well maybe if you didn't already have such a horrible reputation. I wouldn't be judging." You knew what you were saying probably didn't make any sense, but you had no idea what to say to him.

He was correct, but you didn't wanna tell him that.

"My reputation?" He paused, raising his eyebrows. "I don't have some sort of reputation. Okay? This isn't grease!"

You stood up from your seat, the cheetos on your lap fell to the floor, forgotten about. "Oh please the whole school knows all about your games." You snap. You couldn't help it anymore, you were done trying to be polite.

"What little games?" He asked, his face in clear anger at you.

"The little games you like to play with girls." You paused wondering if you should continue. "You like to draw them in and play with them till you finally get what you want and leave."

You had seen it with your own eyes before. You were walking the hallways of the school when you saw the scene. Tom stood, leaning against the wall while a girl was clearly yelling at him. He looked bored out of his mind while the poor girl was crying.

You tired not to listen, but curiousity got the best of you.

She said. "You're a dumb stupid pig and you should be ashamed of yourself." She said it so angry you couldn't get it out of your head.

You hadn't heard what he said next but it led her to run away crying.

His expression turns blank, like hes thinking about what to say.

Before he could finally open his mouth, the library door opens. Both of your eyes snap towards it, watching as the janitor walks in.

You let out a breath of relief as you grab your stuff. The janitor looks surprised to see you, but gestures towards the door without a word. You nod your head at him, signalling a thanks before stomping out of the library, still clearly upset at the stupid boy behind you. Except he didn't leave the library with you, he stayed behind, and you didn't care to know why.

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End of chapter one! Hope you like it enough to continue lol.