#♤: i hope you blink before i do

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What a fucking loser

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Morning Temptation

Leon S. Kennedy X fem!Reader

⚠︎: NSFW-ish, Suggestive Content, 1k words

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It was the dip in the bed that initially woke you up, you hoped to ignore it turning around to bury your head into your soft pillow in an attempt to fall asleep once more. However, a loud metallic clack followed by a mumbled ‘fuck’ that shut down any ideas you had to returning back to your slumber.

Groggily, you began to stretch, sighing when you heard your bones pop followed by a lingering soreness that gave you the exact reminder as to why you were persistent in your desire to go back to sleep.

“Leon, honey, you couldn’t have been just a bit more quiet?” Your voice husky from last night’s activities as you brought the blanket closer to yourself.

A low chuckle sounded through the room and didn’t fail to put a smile to your face

“Of all days this thing decides to act up, it just had to be today.” Leon motioned to the strap on his thigh, adjusting the second on beneath it in a more comfortable position.

Rubbing your eyes, you blinked away the last trace of sleep as you made out his figure picking up a brown coat from your shared wardrobe. “You know you could wear one of those shoulder things. Wouldn't it be more practical when you’re walking?”

“I would but then you’ll have no reason to feel me up, my love.” A smug grin plastered his features as you sat up, holding the blanket against your bare chest. “Need I remind you it’s you who always escalate things, Agent Kennedy. Although seeing as you're up so early, I can only assume you have another mission.”

Leon turned around after he made sure all his gear was in place, but instantly froze at the sight of you. Somehow you always managed to look so pure yet tempting.

he didn’t to think too hard to recall the night before, his memory instantly bringing up the recollection of your warm skin against his and the softness of your lips he felt every time you pulled you into a frantic kiss, he swore the sound of your moans were the sweetest thing he ever heard. “Well I can’t exactly reject the President.” Walking to the bed, Leon placed his hand on your side and leaned down to grant a gentle kiss you happily received. “Sorry for waking you, sweetheart.”

You hummed softly against his lips, bringing your free hand up to cup his neck. “Is there anything I can possibly do to convince you to stay with me a bit longer?” The question was innocent at first but the unintentional sultriness of your voice changed it’s meaning completely.

He groaned outwardly, setting his attention on your neck that now seemed to be begging to be marked by him again. “Don’t start. I don’t have the self-control to be as gentle as I was last night.”

“Now you’re the one tempting me, Leon.” Your hand slid to the back of his head, giving his scalp a pleasant scratch in the process. “I may not let you leave this time,” you sighed at the feeling of his lips latching on to your pulse point and tilted your head back to give him more access.

Leon nipped at your skin while his right hand easily ventured to your chest, cupping your breast through the blanket and squeezing tentatively, paying little mind to the strain forming against his pants as a sweet moan left your lips. At this rate he was nearly back in bed with you as he propped a knee on the bed to keep his balance, wanting nothing more to untangle himself with you once again.

Though, as alluring as the thought was, the mission he was tasked with began to pull him back to reality and he heaved a heavy sigh against the crook of your neck, cursing himself when he felt your shoulder tremble with concealed laughter.

“You're too easy to read, Leon,” you cooed, a slight tug on his hair urging him to pull away - unsurprised at the lust you found in his gaze. “Go on, I’ll still be here when you come back.” He moved his hand from your breast to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. “I know you will, love. Get some rest, alright?” Pressing his lips to your forehead, he went to pull himself away until you grabbed the lapel of his coat.

Releasing your hold on the blanket, you reached to smooth his hair back down, a cheeky smile playing on your lips.”We can’t have you going to work disheveled now.” Unfortunately, work was the last thing on his mind as he took in the expanse of the skin revealed to him, gaze trailing across the soft skin of your breast and swallowing thickly at the sight of your slightly pebbled nipples.

“I think I can call in late today.” He said, quickly making plans to inform Hunnigan of his change in schedule. Biting back a laugh, you covered your chest with your arms. “Shoo! you just told me to rest.” You laid back on your pillow and pulled the blanket back up to your chin, cutting off his trance with a teasing smile.

Leon chuckled again as he leaned down to kiss your check before catching your lips a kiss goodbye. “I suppose that can be my reward for coming back in one piece then.” Standing upright, He went towards the door, looking back to give you one last loving look, “I’ll try to bring back a souvenir.”

“Lovely, but don’t you even think of going out of your way to get me something just come back safe.” The glare was mostly playful, but given the amount of times you had patched him up over the years, it became painfully apparent you cared much more for his cuts and bruises than he did.

“For you? I’ll try.” He gave you one last grin before finally making his way to his ride, leaving you in the comfort of your shared bed. Smiling, you shut your eyes to rest a while long, wanting nothing more than for time to pass by faster.

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Day 31: Costume

♤♡-Pairs: Kaveh x male!reader

☆☆-Warnings: male reader, college au, kissing, fingering (kaveh receiving), bathroom sex, nurse costume (kaveh), clothes ripping (kavehs tights), panties (kaveh)

A/N: Super early upload! But I hope yall enjoy and thank you for this amazing first kinktober! Happy Halloween 🎃 👻

WC: 1.7k

"Do I really have to wear this?" Kaveh groaned, eyes casting a disgusted glance towards the pile of white fabric in his hands. 

"You do. That's how bets work." Alhaitham added, lithe fingers working at the button of his cape. Kaveh looked to his other friends; eyes pleading. But they only gave him a sorrowful glance, agreeing with Alhaitham. "Ugh, but what if he's there…" He mumbled, fingers picking at a loose thread. "Then you'll thank me, because he'll want to fuc-"

"Ahh, no more." He shook his head rapidly back and forth. Hanging his head in defeat, he slowly trudged to the bathroom. Slipping on the costume, his face immediately erupted into hot, red heat as he casted a glance in the mirror. White fabric tied in front, just above his belly button. Intended to push up breasts that he didn't have, instead gave the same boob window he had with his normal attire. But now, his tummy was exposed too. His blonde happy trail, peeking just a bit above the band of the skirt. Oh the skirt-he immediately hid his face in his hands. It stopped above mid thigh and he was sure if he turned-yup, you could clearly see the bottom of his ass. Or you would, if Alhaitham hadn't taken pity on him and gave him some tights. This was humiliating. Especially if you saw him. Kaveh nibbled on his bottom lip. Maybe he should just stay-

A harsh knock came to the door. "Come on, we're gonna be late." Kaveh really didn't wanna go. 

Reluctantly, he opened the door and peeked out. All three of his friends waited by the door, faces absorbed in their phones. With a deep breath, he stepped out, all heads swiveled to his direction. Alhaitham gave a hum of approval. "He'll definitely fuc-"

"Stop!" He yelled, waving his hands in front of his face. "Let's just go," he pouted with his arms crossed over his chest.

…

Kaveh had never felt more embarrassed than he did right now. He was hiding from you, it was obvious. As soon as he arrived, you just had to be the first person he saw. Your hair slicked back with gel, plastic fangs tucked in your mouth as you wore a low-cut suit. Who knew he had a thing for vampires? Not that it mattered, as soon as he made eye contact with you, he ran away. And everytime after that. Currently, he had posted up in the bathroom. Staring angrily at himself for being so weak and nervous to talk to you. Or even look at you. It was no secret he'd had a crush on you for a while. Well, you didn't know. 

He needed to put his big boy pants on and face you! With a curt nod to himself in the mirror, he turned to open the door. Coming face to face with you, a beer in your hand that he accidentally made you spill. "Shit," you hissed, the cold liquid seeping into your shirt. 

"I.." kaveh choked, his throat felt dry as he stared at you. This wasn't how it was supposed to go! "I'll help! Paper towels? Um.." he looked around, eyes wavering as he tried to find something. "Don't worry bout it, an accident." You gave a sigh, stepping into the bathroom now, shutting the door. Kaveh blinked, watching as you shrugged off the top layer of your suit, removing the white button up underneath it. He gulped. "Want a picture?" Your eyes glanced at Kaveh's shocked expression before you chuckled. "I'm messing with you dude," your eyes drifted a little lower before coming back up. "Nice costume."

Someone open the ground and swallow him whole please. "T-thanks…" He shifted his feet. "Lost a bet," Kaveh murmured. "Yeah?" You questioned, using your distracting hands to wash the beer stain out of your shirt. "Thank whoever made that bet with you, for me." He blinked. Did he hear you right? 

"What?" You chuckled, giving up on your shirt and set it on the counter, turning to him. "I said, thank whoever made that bet with you." You looked him up and down. "To think I'd see you in a nurse outfit, a sexy one at that." Kaveh's cheeks felt hot, was this really happening? Were you really saying these things to him? 

You stepped closer, hands hovering at your sides. Looking like they itched to touch his body; they did. 

"I know you like me Kaveh." You sighed, a playful smile on your face. "Y-You do? How? I mean-" He rubbed at the back of his neck, accidentally showing more of his slim waist. You felt your cock stir in your slacks. He really did look just too damn hot right now. "It's not hard when you catch someone constantly having eyes glued to you." You stepped even closer, bodies almost touching. "You were so absorbed in it, you didn't even see me looking at you, did you?" 

He swallowed thickly; had he really missed it? Kaveh shook his head. "Thought so," your hands tentatively rested on his hips, causing him to suck in a breath. "Well, now you have no excuse. What do you say we have some fun, hm? It's well overdue, and I have to be honest. This costume?" You licked your lips. "Makes me hard."

Was it possible to feel even hotter? Kaveh pondered that as he felt his head nod, giving you the go ahead. Immediately, you surged forward, pressing your lips against his. And it was a mess of spit, tongues tangling with the other, and teeth knocking against each other. It was hot. Kaveh could already feel his dick spring to life, lifting the front of his skirt a bit. You groaned, hands slipping around to the back. Grabbing handfuls of his ass, squeezing the flesh hard enough to make him squeak against your lips.

You chuckled, pulling back. "Sensitive aren't we? That's fucking hot." You lean back in, claiming his lips again. Kaveh found himself palming at your bare chest, seeking something to ground him from his foggy mind. Unable, still, to comprehend this was actually happening.

"Hop up," you murmur against his lips. Tucking your hands under his thighs, lifting him. Your hands spread across his backside, molding the flesh how you liked. "A shame you didn't wear any pretty panties with this." You mumbled, fingers tugging at the fabric of the tights. "Do you like these?" Kaveh heard you question. He shook his head, "N-Not really-ah!" His body flinched, the obscene sound of ripping fabric echoed in the bathroom. Did you…just rip his tights? Oh fuck, that was hot. "Oh?" You were pleasantly surprised to find, he was in fact, wearing panties. "Fuck-" you groaned, resting your forehead against his cheat. "You're killing me. I won't rip these, I wanna fuck you with them on." 

"Please.." he found himself saying almost immediately. Shivering when he saw how your eyes darkened with his neediness. "Don't worry, I will, gotta prep you first." With one hand around him still, you brought the other to his mouth. And you didn't even have to tell him, he immediately took your fingers into his pretty mouth. 

"God, you really are too fucking hot." Your dick strained painfully against your pants, leaking pre already. 

You pressed your fingers against his tongue while he swirled it around your digits. If he sucked fingers like this-how would he suck cock? The thought was enough to make you groan. As much as you wanted that though, you wanted to be inside him. Needed to be. You slipped your fingers out, sliding his panties to the side and slipping in a finger. His hole twitched, spasming around you as there was slight resistance. "Relax," you spoke softly against his lips. Thinking if you kissed him, maybe it'd help him relax. And you were right. Soon, you were able to get three fingers inside, his body grinding himself on your fingers.

His soft whimpers and whines going straight to your dick. You doubted it would take long for either of you.

"You ready baby?" He nodded his head almost immediately, hot breath puffed against your neck. You moved over towards the sink, slipping your fingers out and setting him on the ground. "Turn around for me. I want you to see. No distractions." He complied, turning towards the sink, laying his front on the counter. His ass pointed upwards as he flipped the back of his skirt up. You rubbed the front of your pants at the sight, "You really are gonna kill me." No more wasting time. You undid your pants, slipping them down your legs. Freeing your cock from its confinements, spitting abruptly into your hand. Stroking up and down its length a few times before slapping the tip against the flesh of his ass. 

His ass wiggled, his pretty mouth begging you to just put it in please. "Need to feel your cock inside me." He didn't have to tell you twice. Grasping the base of your dick, you slowly fed yourself into his greedy hole. Twitching and clenching around you. Even though you prepped him, you were still met with some resistance. You leaned forward, kissing up his back. "Fuck-relax baby, can't move, squeezing me too much." 

Eventually the resistance faded and you were fucking into him. Your balls, full and heavy, slapped against his ass. His blessed out face present in the mirror and you couldn't help but hiss. Tangling your hand in his hair, pulling back enough to make him arch. Allowing you to push deeper inside, the tip of your cock brushing against his prostate.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck," Kaveh whined. Eyes became misty as the pleasure took over his body. Making his poor nipples harden and brush against the cold surface of the sink. "Gonna cum," he announced. His pretty eyes leaking tears that rolled down his cheeks, flushed a rosy pink. 

"Me too," you grunted, picking up speed. "With me, cum f'me, oh fuck fuck-" 

A flash of white burned behind your eyes as your hips stilled, spilling your sticky cum inside him. Kaveh's dick twitched, spraying his seed on the counter and his tummy. You fell, landing on his back as you panted heavily. 

…

"You owe me twenty bucks," Alhaitham pointed to Cyno. Sipping from his cup, eyes following you and Kaveh walking out of the bathroom.

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[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Hi! Can I pls request dating headcanons for Bale Batman with a female reader who used to works as his assistant but now helps Alfred with batman related work? Like reader is not a superhero but helps Alfred with his duty? Also reader is a very sunshiny person, kind and loving? Thank you ❤️

Thank you so much for requesting, anon! <3

A/N: This is a warning, I got carried away. I blinked and suddenly two hours were gone and I had this. Also, let's pretend Bruce took over Wayne Enterprises before he came Batman.

Enjoy!

~ Fi🪻

Dating Bruce as his assistant ♤

◇ You'd been working for Wayne Enterprises even before Bruce took over, under the supervision of William Earle.

◇ Your parents always told you what good people the Wayne's were, helping the ones less fortunate. Naturally, you wanted to work for their company, hoping to help keep their legacy.

◇ Once you started working there, however, it was different than you'd expected. This Mr. Earle didn't seem to respect the Wayne's wishes of helping the poor people of Gotham.

◇ It did pay well and you really needed this job, so you reluctantly kept your mouth shut, doing as your told.

◇ Which was refilling coffee cups and occasionally taking notes during meetings.

◇ Once Bruce took over, your faith had been restored. He was his father's son, and actually seemed like he wanted to help.

◇ Now, you were way more involved in the inner workings of Wayne Enterprises, working closely with Lucius and Bruce.

◇ You still handled most of the paper work, but you were allowed to voice your ideas and suggestions, which was heavily encouraged by Bruce.

◇ You were on coffee duty, but because you actually wanted to. You enjoyed bringing Bruce his coffee and being rewarded with a gently thanks and a smile that made your heart flutter.

◇ Bruce had moved your desk directly into his office, saying it was more convenient that way, for the both of you.

◇ Which was true on one hand, but he secretly liked having you around him. Your presence put him at ease, watching you calmly look through a bunch of documents for him to sign.

◇ Your bubbly and bright personality contrasted him so well, you were always humming a tune or doodling on some expired documents.

◇ He loved when you hummed, it made him able to concentrate better on what he was doing.

◇ You two just clicked. In more ways than one. The company was thriving thanks to your teamed efforts, and he was... happier.

◇ Little did he know, he made your heart sore. Being around him so often made you happy too, always engaging in pleasant conversations between the workloads.

◇ Eventually, he asked you out, making your brain short circuit. It left you unable to focus on anything for the rest of the day, as a stupidly wide smile sat on your face.

◇ You hit it off from there.

◇ The first few months you could not stop talking. About anything, really.

◇ You told him about everything, always bubbling over with excitment and joy.

◇ The fact that you could always find something positive in life made him smile and potentially have made him a little more optimistic as well.

◇ You did have your doubts about whether or not this could work since he was your boss and you were working together all the time.

◇ It did work.

◇ Maybe a little too well, you ended up moving to Wayne Manor.

◇ And Alfred became your best friend immediately.

◇ You helped him around the Manor, it was a huge house after all, although he insisted you didn't have to.

◇ You wanted to, you enjoyed it.

◇ Alfred sharing funny and cute embarrassing childhood stories about Bruce while you were doing mundane household tasks was your favorite part.

◇ He talked about Bruce's parents as well, you wished you could've met them.

◇ Then, things changed.

◇ Bruce would come home bruised and limping, which he would always dismiss as some sort of bar fight.

◇ You weren't stupid. Bruce didn't get into meaningless bar fights. You worried, but refrained from questioning him about it since he had to have a reason not to tell you, right?

◇ You worried your ass off the more he came home bloody and beat up.

◇ You couldn't take it anymore, it broke your heart to see your lover come home hurt.

◇ You confronted him, he tried to play it off somehow but eventually he caved and told you everything.

◇ He was the Batman.

◇ You had to sit down after he told you.

◇ And that is how you got here.

◇ You still worked at Wayne Enterprises but much less frequently.

◇ Lucius had taken the main reigns now, as Bruce was occupied otherwise.

◇ Your main purpose was now in the Batcave together with Alfred, helping with whatever basically.

◇ Gathering Intel, talking to Lucius about more Bat gadgets, and most importantly, patching him up after a rough night.

◇ You were so gentle with him, Bruce could've sworn your touch and kisses immediately healed any ailment he had.

◇ He looked at you with the most loving eyes as you stitched up the giant gash on his arm. Your brows were furrowed in concentration and you mumbled out a quick apology everytime he winced.

◇ Bruce will spoil the shit out of you.

◇ You've done so much for him, and he just needs to give you something back.

◇ Doesn't matter if he buys you whatever you want or hold and praise you at night.

◇ Will not keeps his hands off you.

◇ Like ever.

◇ The second he gets back from patrol he's wrapping you in his arms, kissing your forehead.

◇ Doesn't matter how hurt he is, if he's dripping in blood or barely able to keep himself on his feet.

◇ You are and forever will be his priority.

◇ You, of course, scolded him everytime he did this, telling him he could shower you in his love and affection when he wasn't bleeding out.

◇ He doesn't listen to you, stubborn as he is, and continues to do whatever he wants.

◇ Which is loving you, no matter what state he is in.

◇ You two have gotten into several arguments about his behavior, but you always talked it out in the end.

◇ You held eachother at night, whispering praises and compliments until you eventually drifted off to sleep, both with a content smile on your face.

◇ He absolutely loves waking up with you. You always tell him about the dreams you had, talking and laughing about a time traveling cow with a briefcase.

◇ Your laugh is his favorite sound.

◇ If he could listen to it 24/7, he would.

◇ Now that you were also helping Batman when you're not in the office, you were obviously on the black list.

◇ Something was bound to happen at one point.

◇ After staying late and finishing some blueprints with Lucius, some wannabe villain got his hands on you.

◇ When Alfred told Bruce, he lost his absolute shit.

◇ All rational thoughts were thrown out the window, the only thing that mattered was you. And getting you back.

◇ He almost went in as Bruce, absolutely enraged, but Alfred managed to talk some sense into him.

◇ You were tied to a chair in an abandoned warehouse, mouth taped shut.

◇ How original.

◇ Once Bruce had found you and seen how tightly your hands were bound, the rope digging into your skin, and that absolute fool of a leader roughly grabbing your face, waving around a gun in front of you, he went ballistic.

◇ He was so ready to burn this place to the fucking ground.

◇ That was the only time he almost actually killed someone. He beat that fucker into the next decade.

◇ He only stopped when he heard your muffled cries, snapping out of whatever enraged trance he was in.

◇ Bruce whisked you away so fast, you were back in the Batcave in the blink of an eye.

◇ Immediately checked you for any injuries.

◇ Your face was slightly bruised, your lip split and rope burn was sitting on your wrists.

◇ He had to take a moment, his fists clenching.

◇ You assured him again and again that it wasn't his fault and that the minor injuries you had sustained were nothing.

◇ He never really forgave himself for this, he never told you, though.

◇ Took the next two weeks off Batman duty to be with you.

◇ Held you for those two weeks straight and took care of your wounds.

◇ He promised you, more himself really, that something like that would never ever happen again and that he would protect you with his life.

◇ Will kiss you all the time, especially after the incident.

◇ He will become so clingy, but you love it.

◇ You moved on with life after what happened, and seemingly so did he.

◇ But there was something you didn't know.

◇ He went back, tracked that bastard down and finished the job.

◇ That was the only time the Batman has ever killed someone.

◇ It was more Bruce Wayne than Batman when he did it.

◇ He would do it a hundred times over if it meant protecting you.

Some bonus NSFW hcs

♤ Is smitten with you the second he meets you.

♤ has fantasized about bending you over his desk and fucking you.

♤ After you started dating and made things official, he fulfilled that fantasy.

♤ basically lives between your thighs.

♤ would stay there all day if you'd let him.

♤ You don't. (because you would be sobbing by the end of it)

♤ he's so pouty about it, very upset at you.

♤ so loving in bed, he has made you cry simply from telling you how much he loves you while he fucks you into oblivion.

♤ You sucked him off from under his desk once and he fucking loved it.

♤ I'm gonna say it again

♤ PUSSY EATING KING

♤ just loves eating you out so much it's ridiculous.

♤ You've woken up on more than one occasion with his face buried in your cunt at 8 in the morning.

♤ after you got kidnapped, he fucks you so hard and rough.

♤ he needs those emotions to go somewhere and you happened to be sitting there so pretty, he couldn't help himself.

♤ he feels really bad about it after, you deserve nothing more than to be made love to.

♤ You tell him you actually liked it and wouldn't mind if he did it again sometime.

♤ fucks your brains out the second that statement left your mouth.

♤ the best at aftercare, will love on you to your hearts content. Always draws you a bath and kisses your neck and shoulders, he's so sweet.

♤ He loves you like he has never loved anyone before, and he would give you the world if he could <3

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I hope you liked it, anon!

#bumblebeesfromvenus #bale!bruce x reader #bale!bruce wayne smut #bale!bruce wayne #bale!batman x reader #christian bale #batman begins #alfred pennyworth

[silentium-symphony]

Work of Art Modern AU (Link x Reader) II

(a/n) hooray i'm finally done w the second chapter! thank you for being patient <3 i'm hoping to wrap up this lil series in the next chapter, so please stay tuned! i also left the hair/makeup/clothes rather vague so you can imagine what you usually wear :)

i do plan to open up requests soon, but i want to finish some other fics beforehand! i need a lil break from this series, so i'll post a few one-shots before picking it up again, okay? i have a general idea of where i wanna go, but i need time to sit on it some more. hope you understand :)

as always, i hope you enjoy!!!

read the first chapter here!

cw: fluff, some swearing, afab!photographer!reader, kinda made groose a villain sorry, also link and zelda went to jail lmao (specific crime not mentioned), may/may not have proofread this half asleep so there might be some typos lol

wc: 3.2k

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The aggravating, strangling chorus of cars sounding the start of their day blended oddly with the melodious, persistent whispers of the few songbirds residing in your city's park. You groaned, splitting your eyes open to meet the beam of sun pouring through your windows and stretching across your ceiling. You sat up with a huff, staring blankly at the wall in front of you as your half-slumbering senses slowly began loading in your surroundings. The familiar parchedness of arousal pecked and prodded at your throat and you blindly grabbed for the water bottle by your nightstand, relishing the clarity the aqua elixir breathed into you.

After setting down your water bottle, you reached for your phone to check the time only to be greeted with the silhouette of an empty battery cell. You groaned, ducking under your nightstand and glaring at the charger that had popped out of your socket (which you shoved right back in). As you sat right-side up, a rather... noxious smell pervaded your nostrils and you grimaced, eyes flashing to the trashcan brimming with old leftover containers and scraps of food skins that have darkened past recognition. You swung yourself out of bed, waddled to the bathroom, and came out shortly after brushing your teeth and doing your business. You silenced your retching thoughts as you neared your trashcan, swiftly tying the biohazardous thing and hauling ass to your door.

As your hand wrapped around the doorknob, the yellow-creme of a folded note tucked almost inconspicuously by your doormat harkened for your attention. Brows knitting, you stooped over and scooped the thing into your palm, inspecting it briefly; you placed it on your countertop and picked up the trash bag. Whatever it was, it could wait.

Fortunately (and unfortunately sometimes), you lived right by the garbage room, so disposing of your trash took literally seconds. You bid adieu to the squishy bag as it tumbled into the deep, dark abyss of the garbage chute and headed back inside, beelining for your sink before turning your eyes to the folded note. Your eyes bore into the tiny thing as you dried your hands, not picking up anything that could be considered threatening. If it wasn't your landlord making passive-aggressive comments about your ability to pay rent, what could it be? You unfolded the note, mentally bracing yourself.

Good morning! Wanna grab some coffee?

— Link, your neighbor :)

Oh...

You could physically feel your heart swoon (was that normal?) and it took quite a bit of effort to not start maniacally giggling in the center of your room. Your body was not made to process so much energy first thing in the morning, so your feet began pacing in circles as you read the note over and over.

Okay... Calm down, (F/N). It's not as if it's a love letter or anything. Just a... friend. Who wants to grab coffee with you... Wait a minute, what time was it?

Your head whipped to the digital clock carved into your stove, the numbers '11:45' blinking in dull, green flashes. Your head swiveled back to the note and clock, your zeal transfiguring to horror. A screech of sorts ripped out of your throat and you tumbled towards the bathroom, slipping on your apartment's waxed wooden floors and flumping into a drawer with a clattery thud. You hissed, rubbing the part of your arm that collided with the wood and hobbled to the bathroom, wary of its slick tiles.

When in the world did you wake up?! Gods, by the time you’re done preparing it won’t even be morning! You did your best to channel your anxious energy into something productive as you styled your hair how you liked it and popped some color on your lips.

You tumbled out the bathroom and skidded to your wardrobe, throwing some tried and true outfits onto your bed and pressing others flush against your frame. You heard the gentle ding of your phone coming to life and you dove for it, fingers gliding across the smooth screen and opening the weather app.

It was… a bit chilly, but nothing you couldn’t handle. You filed through your top contenders, and ultimately decided on one of your favorite outfits! You twirled around in front of your mirror, pressing one hand to your chest and smoothing out the wrinkles with the other. After adjusting your hair for the final time, you threw a peace sign and puckered your lips before speed walking to the door, slipping your essentials into a purse and forcing on your shoes.

You zoomed out your apartment, turning on your heels in a dime and rasping a few quick knocks against his door. A couple seconds ticked by before you heard the metal ka-chink! of the lock; out peered Link, who hid half his trembling?? reddened?? face behind his palm. Your half-baked (but still very genuine) apology lodged in your throat as a million and one thoughts raced through your brain.

“… W-What?” You carded your fingers through your hair and fiddled with the edge of your clothes. “Is there something on me?”

“You made…” He cleared his throat, rubbing his chest. “Quite the noise earlier.”

… Noi—?

Oh.

Oh.

You had forgotten just how thin your walls are.

“Oh gods, you heard that...?!” Mortification enfeebled your voice into a wavery cry. You buried your face in your palms, your skin melting from shame.

“It’s okay! I-It was funny, I swear!”

Panic wrought your frame into a quiver and Link hurriedly changed the subject.

“So, uh, d-do you still wanna get coffee?"

"Y-Yeah!" You piped, distress vaporizing into bashfulness. "Sorry for waking up so late."

"Not at all," he smiled, slipping past his door, "it's Saturday after all."

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The bright, ringing ting of the bell hanging by the door preluded the cozy murmurs of a slow, cozy Saturday afternoon and the grinding, hissing machinery of coffee grinders and milk frothers. The robust, earthy notes of coffee streaked with airy hints of creme and vanilla wrapped you in a sense of warm nostalgia only coffee shops seemed to hold.

Hints of faded brick peeked out from bouquets of hanging dried flowers and the junction where wall met floor was littered with legions of potted plants, many of which you had never seen before. The look of awe on your face filled Link's heart with enthusiastic amusement; the chatter of the next stream of patrons sounded in his ears and he quietly beckoned you a little ways past the counter with a graze on your arm.

"I've tried pretty much everything on the menu, so let me know if you need any recommendations." He breathed close to your ear, wedging his body between you and the newly formed crowd congregating behind you. Your heart lurched to the base of your throat, his baritone voice rumbling in your ear; a shuddering, imperceptible breath left your lips.

"What do you usually get?" You hummed, turning your head to look back at him and almost teasing the tip of your nose along his cheek. A flit of blue met your (E/C)s; you got front-row seats to his color-changing cheeks.

"S-Sorry... It's a bit crowded here, so..."

"No worries." You beamed, hoping to laugh off some of the tension. You wrought your fingers into tight balls and turned your gaze towards the menu.

"I usually get black coffee." He mumbled, his voice dropping a little ways past a whisper. "Wakes me right up."

"Damn, really?" You choked out, scowling at him as if he had three heads.

"Yes! Gods, it's really not that bad once you get used to it." He bellowed heartily, a toothy grin splitting his lips.

After some more mental deliberation, you both slipped into line. The barista greeted you with a smile as warm as her coffee.

"Hey there, it's nice to see you again. The usual?" She motioned to Link, who just nodded with a smile of his own. Her hands flew across her screen, logging in his order before turning to you. "And what can I get you, hun?"

You relayed your order, but not without raising your voice past the prepubescent squeals of the rowdy teenage boys circusing behind you. As she confirmed your order, your digits sifted through your wallet to pull out your card, and during the second you spent looking at your hands you heard the card reader beep a confirmation. Your head whipped up just in time to see the waxy receipt churn out of the printer before being handed over to Link.

"Oh Link, I could have paid!" You exclaimed, watching him crease the receipt into a neat rectangle and shoving it in his pocket. He waved you off and stepped to the side, allowing the couple behind you to order.

"Don't worry, I got it."

"Thank you..." (E/C) eyes cast downward and honed in on the way your shoes scuttled the wood. A faint, rosy blush powdered your cheeks and warm, fuzzy timidness hooked your lips just enough to crinkle your nose most softly; Link mentally clutched his chest. You were just too cute!!!

A sudden force jammed between his shoulders knocked the breath out of his lungs. His body blurred towards you; a guttural grunt echoed in your ear before you felt something firm tighten about your waist. Link's frantic corrections caught you both just before you fell. He snapped his head at his aggressor.

The snickering simpers of those obnoxious boys peeked past his shoulders, crestfalling at the young man's deathly glower. His heart rumbled in your ears as his arms tensed you further into him. The idle, leisurely air fractured into something cold, calculated fury licking past the cracks of the broken peace. Everyone's attention was lasered in on you and the boys.

One of the boys at the back of the pack tapped the larger boys' elbows and, with a stammer of an apology, scrambled out of the cafe. Link watched their fleeing figures in total silence until the last of them disappeared past a street corner. Everyone creaked back to their own conversations, hushed whispers about what happened leaking into your ears. Link slowly glimpsed down at you, eyes softening.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah..." You murmured, your heart palpitating to the faint smell of pine and amber wafting to your nose. "Thanks for catching us."

He nodded and slowly unhooked his arm from your waist, taking a few steps back with a lovely red tinting his pearly skin. Before he could say anything, the velvety purr of the barista buttered the air.

"Order for Link!"

He met your gaze with a small smile before taking a few steps back and collecting your drinks. With a confident crook on her lips, she slipped a thin paper bag along with your drinks. Link eyed it, head tilting and brows crinkling.

"My treat. As thanks for taking care of those goons for me."

Link's eyes brightened, slipping a gleeful 'thank you' before nabbing the drinks and free snacks. He handed you your drink and turned to his friend, bowing his head in thanks.

"Come again, Mr. Hero. You too, (F/N)."

Was the last thing you heard before the door-mounted chime silenced the idyllic cafe setting. You stared at the string of cars that jived down the road; the whole city was teeming with the bit-back enthusiasm that awaited release the moment the sun dipped past the hills. It was Saturday, you supposed.

"... sorry..."

"Huh?"

"Sorry our da— hang out didn't go quite as expected..." He breathed out, just barely louder than the passing cars.

"What? Don't apologize!" You turned to him fully. "What happened back there wasn't your fault. To be honest, I think you handled it pretty well."

"Really...?"

"Yeah! I could tell those boys were getting on everyone's nerves. You made everyone's day just a little bit better, Link."

"Ah..." His eyes caught the sun rays that flickered off the nearby buildings. "Thanks..."

"And plus, the day is hardly over. We can still hang out iif you'd like!"

"Yeah," a stiff chuckle, "I was hoping we could chat in the cafe, but I wasn't very comfortable staying there any longer than necessary after what happened... Sorry about that."

"Not at all." You slotted his arm between your fingers and gave it a squeeze. "Let's just find a nice park or something, yeah?"

He eyed your hand almost long enough to regret your decision to touch him, but his gentle disposition and even softer voice answered,

"Let's go to the one by the apartment."

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"Holy shit, and then what?!" You wheezed, smacking a hand on his knee as you fought for your next breath. Link's hearty laughs ruffled through the trees, the setting sun and falling leaves traipsing through scattered branches.

"Zel and I got caught, of course. Imagine how furious my dad was when he got called into the station—on his day off—to see his son and his best friend sitting in jail."

"Christ, I can't believe you pulled that shit." You sputtered, thumbing a tear from the corner of your eye.

"I was... a wild child, for sure." He abashed, a hand rubbing the back of his neck with boyish glee. "Totally worth it though. Groose was giving Zelda a hard time after she rejected him, so of course we had to do something about it."

"Gods..." You exhaled, giggles fringing your breath. "Is your dad a cop?"

"Yeah. I guess that's what inspired me to do what I'm doing now, y'know?"

"For sure," you thumbed your cup, fingers slicked with thick condensation, "what does your mom do?"

"She was a civil servant." His lips crooked up, tilted in a manner that tugged at your heart. "She cared about the city and our family deeply."

A breeze blew through the two of you, one that bordered refreshing and chilling. You turned your head up and filled your lungs with air that crisped your lungs.

"She..." You began, eyes focused on the insignificant happenings that usually caught one's attention during such moments. "Sounds like a wonderful person."

"Yeah," he chuckled, "she was."

A serene, reflective somberness filled the air; for a moment you both relished in the silence. A family of robins twittered softly overhead, the mother singing hushed whistles to her rowdy chicks and soothing the ringing in your ears caused by constant traffic.

"What about you?" He turned. "What do you do?"

"I'm a photographer." You met his gaze with a grin that thinly veiled the excitement you had when talking about your livelihood.

"That's so cool!" Link's lips widened into a broad smile. "Do you work for a company or...?"

"Nope! I'm a freelancer. It can be tough finding gigs at times, but there's always something happening in the city."

"Yeah, I can imagine. What events do you do?"

"Anything really--concerts, weddings, corporate events... But weddings are pretty popular. Actually, I got a wedding gig tomorrow!"

"Nice! So what got you into photography?" He leaned in, his blue pools reflecting the nearby streetlights. The way his eyes sparkled as he listened to you talk about your passions made your heart melt.

"Well, back in middle and high school I competed in a bunch of school competitions and realized that not only did I love taking pictures, but I was pretty good at it too! There's just something so... intimate about capturing small, seemingly insignificant passages in time, y'know? I think sometimes we get so caught up waiting for our lives to begin when really, life happens in the small, fleeting moments of our existence. Or... something like that."

You mumbled through the last bit, heat rising in your cheeks. Darkened sapphires stared back at you, storming with thoughts you couldn't quite decipher; panic started settling in your gut and you opened your mouth to apolo—

"You're absolutely right." His head cocked slightly, eyes crinkling lovingly slowly. "I never thought about it that way."

You mentally breathed a sigh of relief for not ruining this moment with your innermost thoughts.

"Do you enjoy your job at the art museum?"

"I mean, it's a pretty easy job, so no complaints there." His laugh failed to reach his chest. "But... It isn't why I became an officer. Don't get me wrong, I love helping Zelda, and seeing her succeed in her dreams makes me really happy, but... I became a cop so I could help people. And sometimes, I don't really feel like I'm doing that by standing guard over a painting all day."

"That's valid," you kicked the space under the park bench to abate the prickly feeling in your lower half, "what would you rather do?"

Link kicked the pebble he had been dribbling between his shoes, the little stone skittering away, forgotten, after a long kick; his eyes rested on an arbitrary crack in the path.

"Honestly?" He began, "I wanna become a detective."

"A detective?"

"Yeah. Bringing peace to a family who lost a loved one, who never got the closure they needed to heal... Spending hours solving a cold case, one that everyone has given up on... That's what I wanna do."

"It's sweet of you to think of the family first," you smiled softly, "I think most people would be focused on locking up criminals, and justice served to the families is just a bonus."

"Yeah... We can't forget the families. Their lives have been turned into a living nightmare and they're just expected to continue living as if nothing had happened. It's cruel."

"Oh, absolutely. I think--"

You felt your phone buzz in your lap and your eyes habitually met the lit screen, scanning the text your bridal client had sent. Your internal, guttural groan came out as a curt huff, eyeing the word 'early?' with a tired bitterness.

"Everything okay?"

"Oh yeah, uh..." You shuffled your phone back into your pocket and met his concerned gaze. "Sorry. My client wants me to come in earlier than I expected and it's getting late so..."

"No worries! We can head back if you want. Grab some takeout on the way." He popped right up, tossing his empty cup in the trash and swinging his arms above his head, a satisfied groan lapsing out of him wow that was kinda hot.

"I'd love that." You followed his previous actions and stretched too, feeling... well, feeling return to your sore butt and limbs.

"Wanna head back to that Gerudo restaurant?"

"Yeah!" You joined him in wide strides, barely keeping yourself from booking it to your now-favorite restaurant. Your babbling self hardly noticed the slowing male until a gentle voice pulled you out of your culinary rambles.

"(F/N)?" He called a few steps behind you.

"Mm?"

"Thanks for today... It was a lot of fun." His gloved hand scratched the side of his scarved neck, unintentionally bunching the fabric into little fistfuls. The flickering park light tricked your brain into thinking his cheeks were... pinker than usual. His gaze shifted from the ground to the bush to the tree and back--anywhere but you, really. That fluttery, buttery feeling in your gut alighted your cheeks a similar color and your eyes undertook a similar trip of avoidance.

"Of course. Thanks for inviting me... I had a lot of fun today."

His tight, slightly flustered expression loosened, his lips turning up into a gentle curve. In a few short steps he was by your side again, commencing your journey to 3rd Street.

"Let's grab some poultry pilaf."

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[arece]

hiii i was wondering if i could request john comforting the reader after they get some sort of nightmare or they get scared i guess it would be the opposite of the baba yaga intimidation that john has thank you in advance you’re awesome🤍

♤ a/n: The comfort we all needed after all that angst in the last chapter. This was a fun and cute little write I enjoyed! The series this drabble belongs to can be found here!

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A year had gone and passed quickly since the events with the Spade’s. You were shocked that John had allowed you to stay in his home, even Winston and Charon welcomed you to the Continental for check-ins.

It felt unreal and you still struggled with processing it all. Unconsciously a part of you was still waiting for John to kick you out, to realize his obligation to you was over and you were nothing but a lingering parasite.

You were always tense, on guard, never fully settling completely in the home. Of course, John being the ever observant man he is, noticed this. He had assumed that you were still weary from the attacks with the Spade’s, he’d be shocked if you weren’t. It was a very traumatizing thing to go through at such a young age.

The stress of your doubts had now reached your unconscious mind. Practically every night you were having nightmares that woke you up at odd hours. Usually you were able to stay quiet enough that John remained unaware of your predicament. 

Only Dog was aware and she now slept by your side to offer her comfort when you needed it, much to John’s confusion. Although Dog loved you, never before had she reached the point of picking to stay at your side over John’s at the rare instances you two were separated.

Though your luck had apparently run out tonight. John had finally realized what a waste of his time and skills it was to have you around. Lately, it seemed like you couldn’t do anything right; you messed up during training, broke a glass by accident, and forgot to help him with groceries like he had asked of you earlier in the day.

You could feel his frustration grow for you by the minute. You tried to make yourself scarce to prevent any further annoyance but it only seemed to backfire. He reached his limit, already having a bag pre-packed for you.

You understood where he was coming from but it still hurt. You tried not to cry, not wanting to show anymore just how weak you are. He passed you a lousy twenty dollar bill and told you to be careful in case the Spade’s got word you were on your own.

You were on your own. It’s not the first time, before Aurelio you were living on the streets. This time it felt different, you felt like you were missing something. You felt lost. Finding a small and empty alleyway for the night wasn’t very hard, finding a clean one however, was.

It had taken you hours and you were exhausted by then. With the sun setting you curled into a little ball, hoping it would help prevent any body heat loss throughout the cold night. Just when your luck couldn’t get any worse it began to rain like you were in some cliche sitcom.

You trembled, bottom lip quivering as you used the rain to hide the tears now let loose, though the sounds of your cries were bound to give you away. You looked up to see a dark figure enter the alley. You reached for the knife John gave you only to remember he had taken it back.

You couldn’t run as they were blocking the only exit. They reached for you with a tight grip, you tried to fight back but it was proving to be useless. “John!” You called out pitfully, knowing full well he couldn’t hear you and if he did, he wouldn’t help.

“John!” You screamed as two arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling your back to a firm chest. You squirmed with all your might but it wasn’t working. “It’s me. Hey, it’s me.” Your fighting slowly came to a stop when you finally processed the voice.

John. What was John doing here? You slowly blinked, regaining awareness. You were in the guest bedroom that John had now officially claimed as yours. You relaxed in his hold realizing it was just a dream, a nightmare.

He still held onto you even when he felt you physically calm. “The Spade’s aren’t coming for you,” he tried to reassure you. You softly shook your head, “it wasn’t the Spade’s - at least not till the end.”

He let you go in confusion, letting you turn to face him. “You kicked me out, I wasn’t enough to keep around and you realized it.” You could see the flicker of realization in his eyes, complete understanding for your behavior of the past year.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he grunted as he slowly laid down. It was your turn to show confusion, “what’re you doing?” He patted the side of the bed and Dog immediately jumped up, licking your face before curling at the end of the bed by your feet.

“It wouldn’t be right not having you around. You’re not going anywhere and I’m not going anywhere.” He tucked you in beside him, staying with you and Dog even long after you fell asleep. Prepared to reassure you if you were to wake up again that he was here and always would be.

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🎱🎲♟️The celestial toymaker x child reader 🧸🧩

⚠️not show accurate please do not hate I am only trying too share my work with the world and hope you will fine as much joy from reading it as I did wrighting⚠️

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You didn't know how you got here but the doctor was gone and you couldn't see dodo or Steven. You stepped out of the tardis and the world around me looked different. A room full off dolls and toys and cribs.

You leave the safety of the tardis and walk further into this weird looking relm of sort and with a swift glacé you spin round to see the tardis was gone. You started to panic frantically looking about for any sign of any one in this world that could help you get back home. "Steven!" You yell as you walked down the twist off corners and walls."Dodo!" I yell out hoping someone would respond.

After some time off walking you come across a door with light gold tints and red varnis. You walk up to the door your nervs pooling at the bottom of your stomach as you opened the door slowly to see and man in Persian robes (I know they are Chinese just go with it)standing in front of a table he smiles at me and takes a step towards you.

You cautiously take a step back only to your back too collide with the door that had now been locked shut without making as much as startling a mouse.you panicked as you ratteld the door handle with haste trying to get it to open."Don't be frighten (y/n)-" "How do you know my name!" You ask him before he had the chance to finish his sentence.

He didn't seem frustrated at your impatients but rather fond of it because the only response he gave you was another shallow smile before walking behind the table and pulling out the chair that was facing away from the door and gesturing for you too sit in it. You walk towards the table with caution as you sit down in the seat and he swiftly tucks it in before sitting on the chair that was opposite it.

"I know many things about you (y/n) like how you love to play rummy" withing a blink the deck of cards on the table change from a neet pile to a stack of ten cards each and stock pile with a single cards in the discard pile. "How did you..." you ask in disbelief "does it really matter? Just as long as you play with me?". He asks me with a devilish smile. "WHAT do I get out off it? Where is dodo and Steven!" He only seems to dismiss you yells"you know what? If you win I will tell you where they are but if I win...well we can discuss the details later"

You nod you head as you began to play. You picked up you deck and looked at your cards sutily before glancing back at him to see he had his cards in his hands but was pering over at you with that same look plaster apon his face. You could only roll you eyes as you began to play.

"You first my love"

You started to play whilst you where high on guard asking questions about you friends "so what happens to the doctor,Steven and dodo" "thats cheating, i said i would tell you that when you win you cheaky minx" "Fine then, who are you?" "Does that really matter?" "Yes" you replied with a cold stair "I am the toymaker" you paused what you where doing before briefly looking up for the first time Turing the game forgetting the fact you where trying to focus "doctor spoke off you once"

"Did he now?" He seemed rather fond off himself "Yes doctor said you took his friend away is that ture?" He laughed "more or less" "what did you do with him" you said firmly. "You are funny one trying to act all serious. But I think it's my turn to be asking the questions" you sigh "okay then ask away "do you like you friends (y/n)?" You paused and looked up "Yes why would you even ask a question like that" "because you are not trying very hard to win this game and get them back" "Yes I am!" "Really? Because you just let me win" you looked down to see you had 5 cards in you hand and he had non.

I had let him won.but how? I was paying full attention and he had attention 7 cards a second ago "not fair you cheated!" You yelled at him "but did I? It doesnt matter.what matters is that i won and you lost now you are stuck with me forever" What? You asked at Steven and dodo plburst through the door "(y/n)! What are you doing get away from him! Don't play a game there all rigged!" Dodo yelled at "its too late...I already lost" I said "well then I got what I came here for"The toymaker says before dodo and Steven where whisked off by 2 clowns and you try to race after them but the toymaker grabbed my arm as I watched dodo and Steven get dragged away.

"LET ME GO" you yelled at you tried to push him away as you kicked and screamed and cried. You wails depleted into sobs and you grew tired of kicking and screaming the toymaker picked you up in his arms and swayed you side to side and cooed in you ear " its okay my little doll I will take care off you"

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[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Whiskey Shots And Cheap Cigarettes

Kirby Rivers (oc) x Win Lewis (oc)

♤ Summary: Kirby brings Win a bottle of whiskey and they get to know each other a little bit.

♤ Warnings: oc x oc pairing, trans/nonbinary oc, Kirby uses he/him, drinking, talk of drug use, smoking, pre relationship, mentions of Gator Tillman, pre ot3.

♤ A/N: suprise! @jozstankovich some getting to know you stuff with our babies. I just feel like he would 100% reach out to her! I hope you like it! 💖💖 oh also, the title comes from the Green Day song Before The Lobotomy, one of my faves. 💚

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The door swings open and Kirby smiles up at her. She immediately smiles back, leans agaisnt the doorframe.

"I brought libations!" Kirby sings, holding up a bottle of Whiskey. His back arching a bit as he leans back.

"You're eyes are so red oh my god." Win laughs, shaking her head.

"It's been a good day." They lower their arm, shrugging, lazy smile on their face. Win leans forward a bit, eyeing the driveway.

"I walked." Kirby says, still smiling, blinking slowly.

"Can I?" He nods toward the door.

"Oh. Yeah. Of course, come on in." She steps away from the door, letting him pass, he gently hands her the bottle as he goes.

"That's for you. Not much of a drinker myself." Kirby says, absently, shrugging as he looks around her front room.

"That's a shame. I bet you'd be fun." Win says, twisting the cap as she walks to the kitchen.

"I'm always fun." Kirby says over his shoulder, then turns to her.

"Though there was one Halloween involving a very interesting acid trip that some people may argue I wasn't. But I had a good time." They smile when she laughs again, pours a bit of whiskey in a glass.

"Sure you don't want any? Not even a shot? Two shots?" Win asks, shaking the bottle gently above the counter top, eyes wide, waiting. Kirby crosses his arms.

"Are you trying to get me drunk Ms. Lewis?" Their head tilting, hip popped out a little, Win digs her teeth into her bottom lip as she looks at him, grinning.

"Drunk? Never. Cross faded, maybe a little bit." She nods, Kirby laughs, shakes his head.

"I will do two shots. And no more. Just cuz I'm stoned doesn't mean you can take advantage of me young lady." He points at her, walks over to the little half wall, bar window, type situation she's standing by, and watches her pour him a shot. She smiles wide when she hands it to him slowly.

"Hmm. I already regret this. Just so you know." He tilts his head at her, takes the shot, throws it back, and immediately starts coughing. Win laughs at him, head thrown back, and then takes the shot glass and refills it.

Kirby coughs into his elbow a few more times and then wiggles his fingers at her to give him the glass. He takes it, throws it back, and hacks and coughs again for a minute. Their eyes watering when they finally stop.

"Good right?" Win asks, still smiling.

"Oh yeah." He croaks, coughs again,

"Just the best." Kirby wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at her when his eyes finally stop watering.

"So, watchin doin' here? I assume you knew Gator wasn't here with me." She sips at the whiskey in her glass, walks to the living room, twitching her head for Kirby to follow.

"Yeah his truck kinda sticks out like a sore thumb, now that I know it." Kirby shrugs, follows her to the couch and plops down at the opposite end.

"And I dunno, kinda got a lonely vibe from you when you were at the garage the other day. Thought maybe you'd want some company." He shrugs again, lets his head fall back against the couch, his hands laced together on his stomach.

"You think I'm lonely?" She asks, taking another sip,  her eyes on him. He doesn't look at her, their eyes shut as they breathe slowly.

"Mmm. Maybe not always. Just... this town's pretty lonely when you're an outsider." Kirby glances at her, smiles, closes his eye again.

"I know a little something about that. Figured I could help a friend in need." Their shoulders move again, just slightly, before they sink further into the couch. Win pulls her legs up, arm wrapped around one knee, whiskey glass resting on the couch near her foot.

"Are we friends?" She asks, quiet. Kirby turns his head, opens his eyes.

"If you wanna be. Yeah." He shrugs again, easy smile on his face. She smiles back, nods a few times.

"Okay. Friends. But I don't know anything about you." She says, eyeing him over her glass as she takes a sip. His eyes fall closed again, his hands rise off his stomach, palms out.

"What do you wanna know?" He asks, dropping his hands again. Win snorts.

"What, you wanna play twenty questions?" She asks, taking another sip. He groans.

"God no. I couldn't think of twenty questions right now if I tried. But you can ask twenty if you want. Or more. However many. I don't mind." Kirby smiles, his eyes fall closed again. She smiles at him, though he can't see her.

"What's your favorite color?" She asks, watches him smile, his eyes still closed.

"Hmmm... orange I think." He hums, raising a hand and rubbing at his nose before dropping it back to his stomach. Win watches him, watches his chest rise and fall under his thin, ratty t-shirt.

"Favorite band?" She asks. His face scrunches.

"That got so hard so fast." He mumbles, laughing as he pushes himself up a bit, eyes still closed.

"Iiiiii.... fuck I don't know. I listen to a little of everything. It depends on my mood I think. Been listening to Motely Crew a lot lately, though I wouldn't call them my favorite." He shakes his head, opens his eyes.

"Got any easier questions?" He cocks his eyebrow at her, smiles when she grins at him.

"Sure yeah. You single?" She drags her teeth over her lip through a smile and takes another sip of her whiskey. They huff a laugh, sit up a bit more, tuck their legs up onto the couch, knees pulled to their chest, facing her now.

"In this town? Yeah. Pretty damn single." He nods, pressing his lips to his knee.

"In this town." She repeats, gives him a look. He nods, glances at the window.

"Guy like me. With my... reputation." He wiggles his eyebrows at her, his hand on his chest. She grins.

"And what reputation might that be?" She asks, raising her glas to her lips.

"Oh ya know. Trans guy in a town like this? I'm sure you've been around enough to know people aren't exactly fond of anyone too different." He shrugs, gives her a small smile. She gives him one back.

"Yeah. I've noticed." She downs the last of her whiskey, sets her glass on the small table behind her.

"Thought you might have." They nod, rest their chin on their knee and then wave her on.

"Alright c'mon. More questions. Easy ones." He warns, points at himself.

"I got a lot going on over here so just, take it easy." He rubs at his red eyes with his knuckles and waves her on again. She laughs, shakes her head, and asks another question.

~°~

A few hours, and about thirty questions later, Kirby yawns, loudly. He moves his feet off the couch and stretches like a cat, back bowing as a ridiculous moan escapes him.

"Jesus. Okay." Win chuckles, stands, stretches herself, though silently, and grabs her glass off the table.

"You want some water or soda or somethin?" She asks, heading for the kitchen.

"What kinda soda ya got?" Kirby asks, patting at the pockets of his baggy black cargo shorts.

"Mainly Mountain Dew right now." She snorts, watches Kirby's face scrunch as he thinks.

"I'll take a water this time. Thanks. Hey can I smoke in here? I'll sit by the window, open it up." They look at her, their eyes wide.

"Yeah that's fine. I'll join you actually." She walks over, hands him the water. He tucks it under his arm, reaching for his pocket but stops when he sees Win tap her pack of cigarettes on her palm. His eyes lingering.

"What?" She huffs a laugh as he stares at her.

"That your brand?" He asks, nodding toward the pack.

"Well, yeah. Unless I'm feeling fancy. Then I get the Djarum Blacks." She doesn't take one out, just looks at Kirby, looking at her.

"Alright the cloves are nice, I'll give you that. But, these? Babes. C'mon." He taps her pack. She pulls it away from his reach, acting offended.

"What is wrong with these?" She looks from her cigarettes back to Kirby.

"They're little cheapy smokes. C'mon." He tilts his head, his nose scrunched. She rolls her eyes, can't help the thought that he's adorable that crosses her mind.

"You ever had a home rolled one?" Kirby asks, reaching for his pocket again.

"You are talking about cigarettes right? Not weed?" She teases, watches him pull a small tin out of his pocket.

"Yes. Tobacco. Not Marijuana." He smiles, pulls out a little white cigarette.

"My grandpa used to home roll. But I was too young then. Hadn't started smoking yet. But I always loved the smell." She tells him, takes a step closer. He holds the cigarette out to her, close to her nose.

"The fresh tobacco." He nods, understanding, as she leans the little ways too it and inhales. She sighs, nods.

"Yeah. That's it. That's the smell." She concedes. Kirby smiles, lowers himself to the carpet, crosslegged, his head just above the windowsill. Win lowers herself down next to him.

"Shall we then?" He asks, head tilted again.

"We shall." She smiles, watches him flip his zippo open and light it. Watches his cheeks hollow as he takes a drag, handing it to her as he exhales toward the window.

The first drag is heaven. The smoke curls in her mouth, down her throat, into her lungs. That slight burn following it. She smiles at the memories, lets the smoke fill her lungs and then sighs it out toward the window as well.

"Shit. You deal this too?" She asks, handing it back. Kirby laughs, a good laugh, head tilted back, hand on his stomach.

"Not typically. But for you? I could definitely hook you up. For sure." He chuckles, takes another drag.

They sit there, smoking, in silence for a while. Listening to late autumn crickets through the window. The chill in the air blowing through the screen, moving Win's hair against her cheek.

"Thanks for comin over." She nudges Kirby's knee with the back of her hand.

"You were right. I do get lonely sometimes." She admits, eyes on the floor as she takes the cigarette again.

"Anytime. You can always come to mine too ya know? Any time you want. I'm almost always there." He shrugs, smiles at her as she blows a few smoke rings.

"Good thing about working were I live. No rush hour traffic. Just me and my fight with my alarm everyday." She laughs at that, it echoes through her quiet house, hands the cigarette back.

"I might take you up on that. I'll bring Gator sometimes too. If you want?" She asks, voice cautious, glancing up at Kirby through her lashes. He looks at her, watches her watch him for a moment, and then nods. The corner of his mouth twitching as he takes a long drag, the last, its tip burning close to his fingers.

"That's fine." Is all Kirby says, his voice thick, like he wants to say more. But they don't.

Win gets up, grabs her ashtray. Kirby follows, stubs out the cigarette and wipes his hands down his shirt. It's a habit he has, from working on cars, always wiping something or other on his clothes while he works.

"Fuck me it's like, two in the morning." Kirby whistles, looking at the clock. Win's eyes follow his, suprise on her features.

"Wow. It doesn't seem like you've been here that long." Her brow furrows.

"That a bad thing?" Kirby asks, stepping slowly toward the door.

"No. Ya know what they say about time, and flying." Win assures him with a shrug, follows them to the door. He stands there, swaying a little, hands clasped behind his back as he smiles.

"Well. Thank you for the hospitality Winifred. I'll get outta your hair. Let you get to bed." He lets his head fall back, opens the door and steps through it with a little lazy twirl. She laughs at him, holding it open as he takes a few steps away.

"Thank you, for the whiskey. I'll come get in your hair sometime. Make a day of it." She crosses her arms, shrugs, nonchalant as she smiles after him.

"Sounds good. I'll have the cigarettes ready for you!" He calls, still walking slowly backwards away from her.

"Be careful walking home!" She calls.

"Im always careful!" He calls back, his foot hitting a rock, making him stumble, he shoots back up, points in her direction.

"That was a fluke!" They say, kicking the offending rock into the steet. Win laughs, shakes her head at them.

"Have a nice night Win!" Kirby calls, almost disappeared into the dark now, waving over his shoulder as he turns.

"You too Kirby!" She calls, waits til she can't see them anymore, and closes her door. She shuts the window, puts the bottle of Whiskey away and goes to grab the ashtray off the table. She stops in her tracks, picks the ashtray up, and smiles. Setting on the edge is a cigarette, home rolled, brand new.

She picks it up, tucks it behind her ear, and walks to her room. She sets the ashtray down, sets the cigarette back in it, and gets ready for bed.

She climbs under her sheets and gets cozy, runs her finger slowly along the pretty white paper of her small gift, and turns out the light. Smiling into her pillow thinking about her new friend, how easy it was to talk to them. How easily he made her laugh. She hugged her pillow tight and thought maybe this town wasn't so bad. Even if it was just her, Gator, and Kirby. Maybe that was enough to make it not so bad.

#kirby x win #kirby rivers x win lewis #oc fic #oc: kirby rivers #oc: win lewis #gift fic #my writing #mine #my fic

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♤Lackadaisy♤

Rocky x afab!mexican!reader

Chapter 1: Did you hear?

Summary: Your a lovely cat who lives near her family because your still accustomed to your mom’s cooking, and your father help, like killing a spider, your at the age of 22, you work as many things; Repairer, Mechanic, Babysitter, Cleaner, but getting a job that is meant for a man, even if he’s you’re a woman is a little hard, especially in 1927, it has been a little hard finding a job, since a group of gangsters started crawling more in town causing mischief, and mayhem in town. Little did you know a gang was exactly what you needed to get a job! And maybe even finding a lover too~.

Characters: You, Ivy, Freckle, Mitzi, Viktor, Your Brother; Ray

Authors Note: I apologize for any misspelling mistakes. I also tried my best with Viktor speaking in Russian but if it’s no good then corrections are always welcome! ♡

Warning: None!

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”Come on! You owe me a dance!” Ivy said excitedly, already grabbing the ginger’s paw, trying to flirt her way in with the ginger cat and Freckle’s response is “I do?” Freckle said confused to Ivy’s action as she tugs him in for a dance “Yes I’ve decided, you know the Charleston?” “No” “The Lindyhop?” “No.” “The Roudabout? The Jingle Jangle?” “The Hoopty Noodle?” the cute pair went off to dance, and Mitzi watched them, with a heartwarming smile, remembering what it’s like to be young and in love, that heartwarming feeling inside

While Viktor gives them both death glare, until Mitzi pats the top of his paw, letting him know that they’re okay. Meanwhile Mr. Sable just being in the background drinking the alcoholic beverage, with disgust in his face.

Mitzi sighs as she looks down with a worried and tired look on her face, “What’s wrong? Is it new recruits? because I will gladly kick them out” Victor says to Mitzi, since he knows how Mitzi have been struggling ever since with her husband death, business went down and payments are increasing, so he does what he can for her

“No it’s not them I’m worried about” this confused Viktor so he asked Mitzi “Then why do you look so uhh what do you call it ‘blue’?” Victor said unsure of how to say the phrase correctly “Oh Viktor, what am i going to do? The business isn’t making any money, we have more damages and worries coming, and now the car is damaged, I just wish there was a way to fix the damages without having to pay too much money for it” “Hmm, maybe I can help” Viktor said not too sure if he should bring up the idea “What do you mean by that Viktor? Do you know someone? ” Mitzi asked, confused to why did Viktor sounded a little unsure, I mean this is Viktor we are taking about! He doesn’t even blink when a ferocious animal attacks him

“Yeah his name is Inez” Mitzi felt relief, maybe there’s hope after all! “He won’t do the job but he haves a oldest son, and he knows about mechanic as well, I can try to talk to him and convince him to help us” “Wait wha- convince? Why do you have to convince him? Isn’t that his job?” “He knows about mechanic, but he doesn’t work as one” “Well I still appreciate it Viktor, thank you so much dear” “No thank you’s yet, I still have to talk to him, I just hope they still have the same number as before” “If you don’t mind me askin love but how come you guys haven’t talk?” “We stopped talking, after he found out I worked for lackadaisy” “Oh, is that…so?” Mitzi said feeling confused and unsure what to say next

*Ring* *Ring*

“Hello? Who is this” “It’s Viktor” “Oh Viktor, I wasn’t expecting you for you to call, how’s it been?” “I’ve been fine but uhh I have a problem” “A problem?” “Yes well… uhh … a business problem” “ Umm…Viktor I’m not sure I’m even supposed to be even talking to you” “I know, but I really need this favor y/n” Viktor says the last word like a whisper, so weak and so crumbly “*sigh* All right fine” “Thank you, meet me at Little Daisy Cafe in the afternoon” “All right, I’ll be there, see you then” “Yes and

y/n?” “Um yes?” “thank you” “…” “Goodbye. Viktor, see you then”

“Hey! Who are you talking to?” your brother asked curiously

You and your brother decided to keep up the family business, which means you guys work the same job but your brothers have more clients than you do, you guys decided to take a day off

Until you both heard the phone ringing and you brother gladly took it

“An old friend, a very old friend” You explained in little detail

Not sure if you should tell your brother, besides what can happen?

#lackadaisy #rocky x reader #rocky rickaby #ivy lackadaisy #freckle lackadaisy

[silverbladexyz]

♤ Hey there, Silver! Hope you're doing well!! I'm always on a Stormbringer brainrot as well, especially with Rimbaud, I love that Frenchman waaaay to much-

Anyway! If you have the time, could you write Rimbaud reacting to a reader who get him a new winter coat and a scarf? I think he'd be really happy! I don't really mind on pronouns, whatever you're happy with!

Hope you're taking care of yourself, and putting yourself before writing!! ♤

Hiii Ember! I'm doing well, and I hope that you are too! And thank you so much for remembering about Rimbaud our underrated French spy!

The image does not belong to me. It belongs to it's original owner.

TW: None. Slight Stormbringer spoilers below!

A gift for you

It was winter, the season of cold and snow.

And it was just your luck that France had pretty heavy snow in winter this year. The snow was thick whenever it fell, it's white sheen ruthlessly covering everything it landed on. Footsteps quickly disappeared in the matter of seconds, leaving no trace behind. While one would think that this would be beneficial for spies, it was a meagre benefit compared to the largely increased risk of injuries and failure of the mission.

A lot more of your co-workers had started to wear thicker clothing which mostly consisted of long winter coats. Many accessories were worn as well, such as gloves, scarves, and ear-muffs, and the heaters in the buildings were always cranked up high. It stopped everyone from feeling cold.

Well, apart from one person.

"U-uh, Monsieur Rimbaud, are you sure that you'll be fine?"

"Brrr... it's alright, Y/N. The cold is only a small distraction; I'll be able to finish my mission without any disaster. Although I do wish it'll be warmer..." You looked at him in concern as he shivered violently. Even when he was dressed the warmest underneath the blazing hot heater, he still looked like he was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts in Antarctica.

"If only I had your ability... then I'd be able to make myself warm like a caterpillar in a futon..."

Ah, right. Your ability allowed you to manipulate anything that was to do with cloth. Which meant you could pull apart single pieces of fibres, or just control clothing on it's own. But not only did you have physical power over anything made from threads, you could also make the clothing become different temperatures, with no limit on how long it changed temperature for and how hot or cold it could get. You could even burn or freeze people with the clothing if you wanted. It was a formidable ability, one that had helped you immensely on your missions.

"But my ability could be dangerous if not handled properly. You know that." Rimbaud gave a miserable nod as he gave another shiver. Just looking at him made you feel guilty, because most of the time you just relied on your power to control how warm or cool your clothes were.

"Brrr... I have to head off now. I'll see you around." You blinked, then nodded, raising up a hand to say farewell. Lowering it down, you frowned as you recalled his shivering form. It was only just then did you realise how bad it had gotten. If he continued like this, his performance on missions would definitely be impacted; and that was something a spy wanted to avoid at all costs.

If only I had your ability...

Looks like you just found what gift you wanted to give him for Christmas.

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December came quickly, and then the day approached where it was a public holiday for everyone. Well, only for normal civilians. For spies like you, it meant another day of highly-classified work.

You blew onto your fingers, your joints aching from working them a lot last night. The gift lay snugly in your coat, the product of so many months worth of blood, sweat and tears. Okay well, maybe not blood. In the place of blood was many sleepless nights alongside horrible coffee that kept you awake until 1AM.

Your eyelids were on the verge of shutting, but familiar black hair that appeared in the corner of your vision made you perk up immediately. Calling out his name, you jogged towards him, clutching the gift tightly against you. A wave of nervousness passed through you.

“Merry Christmas, Monsieur Rimbaud!” The Frenchman smiled a little, and opened his mouth to say something, only to sneeze again and shiver more violently than before. You hurriedly held out the package in your arms and he stared at it curiously.

“Here, I’ve got you a gift! I hope that you’ll like it!”

Rimbaud blinked as he accepted the gift from you with freezing hands. He stared at it, albeit a bit cluelessly, which made you feel a tinge of guilt for him. The spy probably hasn’t received a lot of Christmas presents before...

“Well, go on and open it! It was made specially for you!”

With shaking fingers, Rimbaud slowly took the ribbon off and opened the wrapping paper delicately.

The gift turned out to be a winter coat with a scarf alongside it.

“I know you’re always complaining about the cold, and that you have difficulty finding the right type of clothes to keep you warm. So I decided to make you your own winter coat and scarf. Don’t worry about whether or not they’ll help stop the cold. Because I’ve activated my ability on it indefinitely. You’ll never feel cold again with these on.”

Rimbaud slowly took them out with trembling hands. Yet they were not trembling from the cold.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

He put the coat on and wound the scarf around his neck. Your ability activated instantly, warming up the clothes, and in turn, warming up Rimbaud. The effect was instant; he stopped shivering, and his complexion even got a bit better.

You were about to say something when you saw him smiling the most genuine smile you had ever seen. It was tender and gentle, with warmth laced in it. If you had squinted and looked closer, you could’ve seen the faintest tint of pink on his cheeks. 

Smiling, you bid him farewell and left to continue with your day.

Gently grasping his scarf, Rimbaud smiled a bit. It was warm, yet lovely and soft.

Just like you.

Yes, I am soft for this French man >.< Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays everyone!

@pixyys @pianotross @chuuyas-beloved @fi-nn-losofia @nekokinax @xxelfmamaxx @yukitomybeloved @sariel626 @i-just-like-goats @ashthemadwriter @yuugen-benni @lakeside-paradise @irethepotato @voyagewiththesatan @scarletta-ruan @catzlivedforbsd @arisu-chan4646

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #rimbaud x reader #bsd christmas #bsd fluff #silverbladexyz

[2cmtall]

Kaeya x y/n Ice Bridge Gone Wrong

context: you and kaeya are to retrieve an item on a distant island. With no boat at your disposal, kaeya uses his cryo vision to make an ice bridge! But wait. . . Why do you get a bad feeling at this? 🤔😣

A/n: when I made this tumblr account, I was convinced it was never going to even be seen, but to my pleasant surprise. . . My story (kaeya x y/n only one bed) gained 60 notes! Which to me is a lot. 😅The fact that people have seen and read my story, and 60 of them even heart/liked it is very exciting. I made this story around the time I gained my first two followers. Hope whoever reads this enjoys! 🤗

Content Warning: y/n drowns (but lives don't worry), mentions of alcohol but no actual drinking, worried kaeya (more towards the end)

I'd consider this a fluff with the slightest bit of somber angst.

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"So. . . How are we gonna get across?" I stood next to Kaeya while staring out into the vast expanse of sparkling ocean. We needed to retrieve an item lost somewhere on a distant island, but we didn't prepare any boats, so I was left to wait for Kaeya's answer. I turned my head to face Kaeya's, whose eyes were still trained on the island in the distance. Skillfully swishing out his sword-the blade cutting through the air- Kaeya turned to face me, smiling in a reassuring manner.

"A fine predicament we're in, no? Though there's no need to worry, y/n, I have a solution." Stepping forward into the shore, he swung his sword strong and true, and applied cryo to the water, creating a path of ice. "An ice bridge." I said in realization and awe. "Precisely. Now come on, let's get moving. you're not frozen in place, after all." His eye twinkled in playful teasing, no doubt proud of his corny pun.

But damn it, something about the way he smiles so teasingly towards me makes my lips match his.

Wanting to waste no extra time, I stepped on the ice, but was surprised to find that yes, ice is indeed slippery. And yes, I did slip. "Haha, careful now! The ice is slippery."

"Really now? Who would've thought? Also, oooowwwwww that hurt!" I grimaced as I rubbed my poor butt, growing embarrassed by Kaeya's laughter. At first his laughter felt mocking but quickly after I joined in, infected by his joyful voice. "Haha, you are indeed the most amusing partner I've ever met! Here, you can grab onto my hand if walking on the ice is too difficult. I wouldn't want my dear partner getting injured, now do I?" He offered his gloved hand in the same way a gentleman would offer a dance at a ball. He winked, though with only one eye it looked nearly identical to his blinking, except for the purposeful tilt of his head and flirtatious nature. He gazed at me expectantly, his hand still outstretched towards me.

I huffed in disbelief at his antics, my eyes averting his as to not melt from his piercing gaze. While I could've gone without hand holding, I humored him and took his hand in mine, careful not to reveal my growing blush. Holding my hand firm, he looked onward at the task at hand and created another patch of ice. We carefully walked onto the new patch while I looked back, just in time to see the ice from before melting away along the shore. This put unease in my stomach, though the reason being is not quite clear. Shaking my head lightly, I decided to focus my efforts on moving forward alongside Kaeya and retrieving that item.

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We continue on our icy path across the ocean and everything is going smooth. Ice, walk, wait. Rinse and repeat. Patterns and repetition have a way of calming the mind, such as knitting. The repeated process and calm atmosphere are supposed to calm my mind and heart, if not for the way Kaeya's large hand encases mine securely, his thumb caressing my skin. This action is also repeating, but it does no good to my rapidly beating heart and screaming mind. I do everything I can to diverge my attention away from his gentle yet firm touch, but his thumb always seems to lull me back.

"Oof." Suddenly my head hit Kaeya's back, surprised that he stopped. "Umm kaeya, why'd you stop? You're not frozen in place, are you? We're halfway there." I smiled smugly and pointed at the island, noting that it is now bigger and the details clearer. Kaeya's eyebrow shot up at my use of his own words and scoffed. "That's thanks to my hardwork and skill. If you weren't so impatient, you'd allow me to rest my poor, overworked arm. And besides, the view at this time is absolutely breathtaking, isn't it y/n?"

He closed his eye and smiled contentedly, his face facing the sun much the same way a sunflower soaks up its energy. The light made his bronzed skin look radiant and warm, and his hair shine brilliantly. "You look breathtaki-" 'shit.'

"Did you say something dear?" He stopped facing the sky and looked at me questioningly. "NO." I looked away quickly, hoping to the Archons he does not press further. "I see. . . Well would you like to take in the sun with me? I promise it'll be worth it~"

I looked at him with wary eyes, unsure if it's all that wise to close my eyes near kaeya, but his insistence and delighted gaze made me think otherwise. "S-sure, but isn't it a bit. . . Embarrassing?" My voice was meek and small due to my growing embarrassment, both from my slip up and his offer.

"My, what's embarrassing about closing your eyes and soaking up the sun for a bit? It's good to get a bit of color in you, unless you want to be as pale as Diluc?" His eyebrow and smirk were raised in a playful yet taunting manner.

"Hey! Diluc's not that pale. . . . Ok maybe you're right." He laughed merrily at my realization and I laughed along with him, finding myself enjoying his presence more than I initially thought. It was nice. "Ok fine, I'll do it with you. All I need to do is close my eyes and face the sun, right?"

"Precisely. Now listen to my instructions and follow my voice," he was behind me now, his voice a mere whisper in the breeze. Gentle and soft. "Close your eyes and begin to imagine your favourite places, people, things. Breathe in the sweet aroma of summer, and the gentle breeze flowing around us." We stayed like that for a few minutes, taking in the sounds, smells, and our imagination.

It was more peaceful then I initially thought. It was embarrassing at first, finding it hard to concentrate and think seriously when he was so near me, whispering about all these sappy, typical things in my ear. But when I calmed myself down enough to let my mind wander freely, it led me all around mondstadt. To springvale, the statue of the sevens, the taverns, and cathedral. With each location I met the people I've led to care about. Faces flashed through my mind, sifting through the fond interactions involving each person, until my mind led me to a cliff overlooking mondstadt. It was breathtaking, almost as if i was there right now. My mind was fully engrossed in my imagination until I felt a presence behind me. I did not turn, not in real life nor imagination, and kept looking at the sight in front of me. But the presence felt more closer, so close I felt a flutter of a hand on my waist and another on my cheek. "You think I'm breathtaking, y/n?"

Suddenly I'm ripped from the overlook of mondstadt to find Kaeya's face only inches away from mine, his smile devilish but there was something honest underneath his signature smile. A certain eagerness in his question, unlike what I've heard or seen from him before.  Perhaps I was still in a daze from my powerful imagination or maybe I felt in awe by his expression, but I found myself speaking honestly and truthfully. Like speaking a blatant fact, one that is obvious to everyone. I did not push away from him, instead I looked at him closer, my eyes trained on his as I spoke, "I do think of you as breathtaking, especially in moments like this where it's clear you are truly enjoying yourself. In moments like these I find your smile and laugh to be contagious. Our time together has been better than I'd first imagined and I'm grateful I was able to meet someone as cunning, strategic, but also funny, kind, and well. . . Beautiful."

He was stunned, speechless in fact. But his sincere surprise and widened eye only lasted for a second before he remembered who he was. Back was the cool, fox-like expression and bright smile, though even his silver tongue and eye can't hold back from his surprise. Or maybe embarrassment. "My, y/n, you really had me surprised there. I only wanted to tease a little and wasn't expecting such a . . . big statement. It seems my plan has backfired and I was the one to get embarrassed. . ." His words drifted off, but his averting gaze and covered mouth were prominent and easy to understand. It made me smile. "Don't think I'm not embarrassed as well, Kaeya. But I think despite all the teasing and trouble you give me, you at least need to hear what I actually think of you. You deserve at least thi-" crack. "Did you hear that?" Craaaaaack. It was louder, more noticable this time, and we both looked down to the source of the sound. But we were too late. "Kaeya! The ice is-" before I could finish, we both plummet into the ocean, our ice path completely melted and washed away by the waves.

That same feeling of unease hit me and now I know the reason why. I thrash in the water, trying my best to stay afloat, but the realization of how deep the ocean is and the feeling of my body sinking further in the dark depths only made me panic further. I wanted to scream and call for help but my head was already underwater, making me thrash even harder.

I was starting to lose hope until my hand grazed against something. I wanted to see what I touched but by then I had succumbed to my need for air and quickly lost conciousness, the world a blurry haze of blue.

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"Y/n. . ." My mind was still drifting through the darkness that is my conscience, but I faintly registered the sound of my name, though it sounded muffled and clogged. As if I was underwater. . . "Y/n. . ." I heard my name again, the person uttering it sounding more urgent. Slowly, I registered more. I heard waves crashing and seagulls screeching in the distance. My skin felt hot and rough like I was lying on a bed of scorching sandpaper. I was able to feel light even though my eyes were closed. Slowly but surely, my senses became less muddled and more clear cut, like rising from the depths of the ocean and breaking through the surface. It was as if my mind and body snapped back into reality, and in an instant I was sitting up. It felt like being born again, taking in a huge gulp of air while my eyes , but the feeling of water rushing up to the back of my throat had me coughing uncontrollably.

"Y/n! You're finally awake." He was beside me, patting my back and combing my wet hair away from my face. Everything ached, from my head and throat to the rest of my body. It was as if my head was both light and heavy at the same time, prompting me to lay back down and close my eyes, but I couldn't let that happen. Once I managed to stop coughing up water, I shakily hoisted myself up and looked at our surroundings. Kaeya was by my side, his arms holding me up in support. "You shouldn't be getting up, you're body is still weak from nearly drowning! You look as if you're about to pass out again." He raises some good points, my hand subconsciously going to my throat, attempting to rub the soreness away.

I felt him staring at me, so I looked at him back, surprised to see genuine concern on his face. It threw me off considerably, having only really known his flirty, laid back smiles. He did not smile this time, and the teasing humor I'm so used to has vanished completely amidst his worry. In an odd way, it was refreshing to see him so serious, to see an expression different from the ones he always shows. "What is it? You're staring y/n."

"Oh, sorry it's nothing. It's just that. . ." I paused, unsure of what to say for there is a plethora of things I wished to tell him. Such as somberness, the way he carries me with such care and worry. I wanted to soothe his nerves and tell him I'm fine, to worry about himself seeing as how his body shakes in exhaustion. For now, I decided to settle for a thank you, "thank you for saving me, kaeya. I really appreciate it."

"Why didn't you tell me you couldn't swim? If I'd known, I would have never made you go on the ice bridge with me." Is he blaming himself? Why, when he was the one to save me? "I'm sorry. I myself forgot that I couldn't swim. Normally I would've been wary of going across the ocean like this, but with you I didn't feel that worrying was necessary. . . In any case, I'm still alive and well. You saved me from near death, and now that I am awake we can continue our job." He stayed silent, his arms holding me closer as if worried I might fall. He was in a daze for a moment before he set me down gently in some shade nearby. He then sat down next to me, his shoulder supporting my head while his hands travelled across my skin, cooling it. He sighed heavily with his eye closed and eyebrows scrunched together. He looked tired.

"That won't be necessary. I can always look for it another time. What needs to be done now is getting you back to mondstadt, preferably with Barbara." I huffed, unhappy by this new objective. "Kaeya, I'm fine, really. I'm sorry I caused such a hindrance to you and we ended up not been able to retrieve the item like we were supposed to. How about we go back, change our clothes," I pointed at our clothes, though semi-dry, they were covered in sand and salt, "and head to the tavern for a drink? I think we both need a treat after this slightly bad event." I laughed a little, thinking about the absurdity of our original plan. I mean really? Ice bridge our way across an ocean? Luckily, my offer seemed to have lightened Kaeya's mood slightly and he looked more like he usually does.

"I suppose we should. Nothing like a cold drink of death after noon to wash away our misfortune. And it will serve me well for my poor, aching body," he hissed as he stretched his muscles, and I sent him an apologetic smile. We talked for a bit, enjoying the island and ocean views as we shared opinions on alcohol, whether or not I even drink. Kaeya ranted about his favourite drinks, giving tips on how best to mix different flavors, and of course, told the delight of being able to drink such delicious wine. "If strong flavors are not to your tastes, I strongly recommend dandelion wine mixed with fruity beverages. The alcohol content is lower than most, but the citrus flavors make up for it. If you'd like, in the afternoon we can go to Angel's share and try out all their wines! And don't worry about the price, I've got it covered. . . Or rather, a certain redhead does~" I laughed at his sly plan, happy to see kaeya talking about the things he likes, even if I can't personally relate. "Sorry kaeya, that sounds great but you know I'll have to stick with non-alcoholic drinks. Maybe I'll get grape juice this time around."

Kaeya scoffed openly, his expression twisted in disgust and disbelief, as if I said something punishable by death (after noon). He faced away from me, eye closed in annoyance, and arms crossed. He looked like a child who was refused his favorite toy, and it made it hard for me to keep a straight face. "You're starting to sound more like diluc. Hah, I can't believe some people actually drink. . . Grape juice," he pushed out those words in disgust, as if the very words tainted his tastebuds with the oh so terrible drink, "if they had a little more patience, they would find it ferments into the most exquisite wine. Hmph. So unromantic." He rolled his eye, clearly only putting up a playful front, but it truly left me speechless. He smirked as I was left trying to piece together any tangible response, mouth opening and closing for the umpteenth time. After a while, all I could think of doing was reciprocate the same pettiness in response. "Grape juice is better than wine. At least I'm not drinking expired juice that's been sitting in a barrel for years."

And with that, chaos ensued, with us taunting each other with insults and small chides, giving our reasonings for which drink is the superior one. Our conversations lasted until dawn, us having completely forgotten of where we were, only focusing on besting the other. It wasn't until the sky darkened and the sun left that we snapped out of our talk. "Damn, how long have we been here? Shouldn't we be heading back now? Won't the knights of favonious be worried their captain hasn't come back from a seemingly easy trip?" Kaeya looked thoughtfully at the emerging stars, the moon illuminating his figure in an ethereal glow. He turned to me with a carefree smile.

"I'm sure they are panicking at this moment and sending out a team to find their beloved captain, but while they're doing that, how about we go back to our conversation? I still need to convince you of the beauty of wine tasting, don't I? I won't stop until you admit grape juice to be far more inferior to wine. At the very least, you could try mondstadt's apple cider vinegar. oho~ are interested? Then allow me to tell you all about it. . ."

#Kaeya x y/n #kaeya x reader #kaeya genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x gender neutral reader #Falling in water #genshin fanfic #genshin impact x you #genshin impact story #Alcohol #alcohol mention #Y/n drowning #Island #Ice bridge #kaeya fanfic #kaeya fluff #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya

[void-selfships-archive]

Men I want 2 punch in the face:

Clay Puppington

#BASTARD >:0!!!!! #thats all #♤: i hope you blink before i do #☆warren whispers

[saringold]

AFTERMATH (Part 2)

AU where Paper Mario is a sequel to Super Mario RPG, takes place after both games.

Summary: ♡♪!?, having heard about Bowser stealing the Star Rod and sending Star Haven into a panic, goes down to the surface to retrieve his body in the hopes of confronting his old traveling companion.

(Part 1 here)

(Part 3 here)

(Ao3 version here)

♡♪!? took a deep breath, steeling himself. While he knew full well that the Honorable Star Spirits wanted him to rest, let go of his negative emotions, and do his work in Star Haven until it came time to take ☆♤♩☽, Eldstar's, place, he simply couldn't seem to settle. If it had simply been a case where Bowser had kidnapped Peach, he wouldn't have worried, but this was different. Bowser had crossed a line, a line that he should have known was there, and even worse, this wasn't some stranger's work. This was Bowser, someone who he'd risked life and limb with. As cheesy as it sounded, their bond had been forged in combat and fire, and throughout it all, he'd really, truly thought that while Bowser was stubborn, he could also be counted on when it really mattered. He'd thought that while perhaps friends was a strong word, comrades seemed to suit them well.

It seemed that his positive opinions were quite misplaced.

☆♤♩☽'s dimming, the world terrorized by wishes, the guilt of not being present, the betrayal of his comrade... the cold, sharp dagger turned in his gut, icy feelings of betrayal flooding through him. He needed to do this, needed to hear from the Koopa King himself.

Taking another breath, ♡♪!? leapt from the Star Road, flinging himself toward the marble-like planet below. Below him, towns and forests whizzed by, the star not stopping until the familiar roofs of Rose Town came into view.

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Once nighttime fell, ♡♪!? carefully approached the Inn. He felt bad for borrowing this body unannounced, but it was the one he was most used to and he didn't have time to waste. Looking around the room, ♡♪!? quickly located where the toys usually were, but... oddly enough, the Geno doll didn't seem to be among them. He looked at a few of the various shelves, but to no avail. He was so engrossed in his search that he missed the sound of quiet footsteps coming down the stairs.

"H...hello?" echoed a tiny toad voice, and ♡♪!? turned to see Gaz peering at him with bleary eyes. "Who... who are you?"

♡♪!? blinked, somewhat panicky. He hadn't meant to wake Gaz, but now that he had... on the one hand, he could spend the energy to materialize himself just like all stars could, but he also didn't want to make his presence publicly known. His intention was to confront Bowser and be done with it, but if it got out that he'd come back, it might cause his other friends more pain knowing that he hadn't come to see them. As he wrestled with himself, Gaz's eyes blinked into wakefulness. "You... you're Geno, aren't you?"

♡♪!? blinked, then dimmed slightly. Well, so much for subtlety. He bobbed up and down slightly in a gesture of acknowledgment, glowing a little brighter at Gaz's widening smile. Suddenly, two small palms came up as if cupping him in his palms, tiny tears streaming down Gaz's cheeks. "Geno... You're back..."

The star jumped up to his head, almost bouncing on top of it, and Gaz let out a quiet laugh. "You're looking for your body, right? I think Mallow has it. We've been sending it back and forth to each other, and we've even become pen pals. If you wanna find it, you'll have to go up to Nimbus Land."

With a twinkle, ♡♪!? hopped off Gaz's head, standing before him once again. Suddenly, a warm glow surrounded his form, causing Gaz to look away. When the light dimmed, a vermilion-colored star-shaped being floated before him, the smile on its face reminiscent of Geno's. "Thank you, Gaz. I have some work to do here, so I can't stay, but thank you for taking such good care of my body. Although we must part once again, don't worry; I'm always watching over you."

A few more tears slipped down Gaz's cheeks, and the young Toad wiped them away. "Yeah! Don't worry, Geno! I won't ever forget!" With that, the star flew out of the window, deep into the night sky. Gaz approached the window slowly, staring at where his starry friend had gone as though he wanted nothing more than to follow.

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After a short while, ♡♪!? arrived in Nimbus Land, quietly infiltrating the palace. After a few moments of navigating the winding hallways, he came upon Mallow's room, where the fluffy prince was clutching something close in his sleep. As ♡♪!? approached, he could see that it was the doll that had served as his body throughout such a life-changing adventure.

Carefully, the spirit freed the doll out from under Mallow's arm, trying to ignore the guilt that coursed through him at the thought of simply grabbing his body and leaving. Normally, he wouldn't bother, but truthfully, he had little choice; it expended too much energy to be on the surface in his natural starry form, and even more energy to take on the appearance akin to the ones that the Honorable Star Spirits had used whenever they'd come to help Mario during his efforts to retrieve the Star Rod. Possessing a body was much less of a drain, and even though ♡♪!? hoped that things wouldn't come to blows, it would be much less of an issue if he had an actual, physical form.

Once the doll was out of Mallow's grasp, ♡♪!? began to settle inside, but couldn't stop the bright light emanating from the doll as he did so. Behind him, Mallow's soft breathing trailed off into a quiet "Huh?" as the light intensified. After a moment, wooden fingers curled and uncurled, the doll slowly hopping down from the bed as he became re-acclimated to this body. He stretched his arms and took a few steps, stumbling briefly but managing to catch himself as his so-called "muscle memory" kicked in.

Suddenly, behind him came the rustle of sheets, and as he turned, a young face filled with disbelief stared back. "G-geno?" Mallow asked, his voice barely more than a breezy whisper. "That's... that's you, isn't it? You're back, aren't you?"

The wooden face stretched into a small smile as Geno turned to look at his old friend, feeling that if he had the ability to shed tears, he might have done so right now. "Yes, Mallow. It's me."

In a rush, the little prince scrambled from his bed, embracing Geno in a tight hug. A few tears escaped, but Mallow sniffled determinedly, keeping the accompanying rainfall at bay. "Geno... I'm so glad you're back!"

"I am too," Geno murmured, a small smile spreading across his face as he returned the hug. After a moment, Mallow pulled away, giving him the wide grin that the young prince was known for.

"I've been hoping you'd come back. Gaz and I have been writing to each other and sending your body back and forth, and I have so much to tell you! But..."

At this, Mallow's cheerful expression became more serious.

"...You're probably here on some kinda business, right? Some important business?"

In response, Geno nodded his head. "Yeah. I... I need to talk to Bowser about what he did. I'm not sure if you've heard about it, but Bowser stole the Star Rod from my home, Star Haven. Even though Mario and Peach defeated him and returned the rod, I... I was away when it happened. It's my fault. I should have stopped him myself. I..."

Geno trailed off, and a soft, fluffy hand wrapped around his own. "It's ok, Geno. It's alright," Mallow said gently, trying to comfort him. "I did hear about it, but I don't think it's your fault. I mean, how could you know? I think it's really mean of Bowser to do something like this, but it all turned out ok. It's not your fault."

"Please don't blame yourself..." ♥☮♠☀, Mamar's, words echoed in the back of his mind, and Geno simply sighed. If he could convince himself to believe that, perhaps he wouldn't have gone on an unauthorized trip to the surface world, worrying his most precious people instead of enjoying the reunion. Alas... here he was.

Seeing the expression on Geno's face, Mallow swallowed. "You know... I've been doing a lot of prince stuff. It's been hard, but kinda fun! In fact, the other day..." Slowly, Mallow led Geno to sit beside him on his fluffy bed. A momentary reluctance filled Geno as he thought of his mission, but it was just as quickly quashed by warm feelings of familiarity. Certainly, he was here to demand answers from Bowser, but seeing as he'd already made himself known, it wouldn't hurt to spend some time with Mallow. As they got settled, the star found himself listening eagerly to Mallow's tales, his anger and pain momentarily forgotten as he let himself listen to everything that had happened since his departure, indulging in the familiar sound of Mallow's joyful voice.

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After a while, as the moon meandered ever-closer to the horizon, Mallow finally ran out of stories and Geno finally ran out of distractions to keep his negative thoughts and feelings at bay. "Mallow... I need to set out now."

"Mmmm... alright."

The two got up from the bed, Mallow looking at Geno uncertainly. "Geno... do you really have to go? I mean, I'm really glad you're here, but... wouldn't it be nicer to say hi to everyone instead of going to yell at Bowser?"

"Mallow... I wish I could. I wish it were that easy," Geno answered solemnly, meeting Mallow's gaze with his own. "But if I don't do this... I think it'll haunt me. You and others have told me that it's not my fault, but... I need to see him and ask him about it. I need to face him head-on."

The cloud prince sniffled, but nodded. "Okay. I understand. Just... be careful, ok? And... I really hope you don't need to fight. Bowser's a meanie, but..."

He trailed off, but his feelings came across perfectly clear. Geno smiled, placing a wooden hand atop Mallow's fluffy head.

"Don't worry, Mallow. I'll be just fine, and I promise that unless I really have to, I won't fight him."

"...You promise?"

"I promise."

#super mario rpg #paper mario #geno #bowser #te stuff #aftermath

[shigarakicat]

Remember You: Beginning Part 2

♤Bullying

It was a sunny day in the urban town. Paruika, a small child with magenta hair with a few blue streaks in it sat on a swing byself.

She was used to playing by herself, due to her being extremely shy tword others.

She looked up at the sky and noticed the bright blue sky was painted with clouds that looked like they where strokes of paint from a brush.

She smiled softly and closes her eyes as she swung a bit, feeling the cool breeze hit her face. She felt at peace, something she longed for.

For once, Tensai and his goons didn't show up today, maybe they had plans? She felt so free in the moment that she ignored her surroundings.

As she picked up speed in her movements, she could see over the horizon. Once she swung high enough, she could see the sea in the distance. It brought a smile to her face, but it was short lived as she felt someone grab metal chain of the swing causing it come to a stop.

She quickly turned and looked at a boy with a grin on his face. She gulped a bit as she quickly stood up and headed twords the exist. She stopped as the two boys blocked her path. She slowly steps back and quickly bumps into someone. Before she could react she felt a cold hand on her shoulder.

"My dearest, please...sit back down now."

She didn't want to, but she knew if she didn't, she would get hurt badly. Without looking at the boy, she turns and sits back down on the swing. Soon a boy joins her on the opposite side of her. She kept her gaze down not wanting to look at the boy.

"My lovely... why would you try to leave me...you know I love you..." He gently takes a few pieces of her hair and moves them behind her ear.

She felt his gaze on her and she shuddered from it. He quickly grabs her chin and makes her look at him. "My love...look at me....LOOK AT ME!!!" He demanded.

Her eyes shot wildly trying not to look at the boy in front of her. "Look at me or...I'll punch you in the stomach!" That threat alone cause her to stop and close her eyes. She inhales and shakily breaths out. He eyes slowly opened and looked at the boy.

"That's so much better. Look at those ocean eyes. So beautiful, I could get lost in them for ever." He said as his hand slowly went from her chin to her cheek. He softly began to caresses it and give off an uncomfortable smile.

Paruika began to tremble. She hoped he didn't notice, but his eyes quickly cut to her lips as he noticed it was quivering. He chuckles and removes his hand from her cheek. "Oh, come now my lovely. Do you really think I would hurt you?"

She nods slowly. She knew he was going to hurt her. He always did. His face soon soured as he rolled his eyes. "Typical... alright, if that's what you want then."

She blinked and gave him a confusing look. "W-what?" Soon she felt a sharp pain on the back of her head as she was flipped on to the ground. She gasped and groan. She slowly opened her eyes, it was blurry and hazy until she saw two boys standing above her. Her eyes began to water as she wildly looked around. "T-Tensai! P-please don't hurt me!" Paruika begged as her tears began to fall from her eyes.

Tensai slowly walks over to her and squats down. "You see, I'm not gonna get my hands dirty...that's what my friends are for." He gave her a twisted smile and stood up. He looks at the two boys and nods. "Make sure you hit on places where adults won't see." He said as he walked off.

As he left the park, he couldn't help but smile from her muffled screams of pain. 'Oh, how I wish I could watch...but I can't be a witness.'

#remember you au #Paruika

[diaco1968]

I could do a scenario in which tomu is hit with aphrodisiac power and reader can help because she is a league doctor and her power helps to heal people and help make antidos but reader has been attracted to tomu for a long time but she hasn't she wants to take advantage of this delicate moment but may the strength help her because she almost gave herself, after helping tomu, he realizes that she has distanced herself a little from him so he will question her and find out her feelings are reciprocated. Thanks

I'll just mark the beginning and ending of the NSFW with ♤ just in case

Warnings! Lemon, smut, a bit rough if you squint but he is still kind of soft, Aphrodisiac

You were the one waiting for them nervously of course, as you always were when they insisted on not taking you on the minor missions. Minor or not anything could go wrong at any time anyway so why not have a doctor on you when you can? Because, quoting Shigaraki, "the doctor should stay safe in the league safe house, cause we only have one."

You worried your lower lip while counting as the door opened and in walked one, two, three, four and finally all five of them, looking fine.

Except for the odd air of the bunch.

Spinner and Twice looked quite embarrassed, avoiding any kind of eye contact with anyone.

While Toga and Dabi were smirking and joking around. Tomoura was uncharacteristically the weirdest of the bunch, looking very hot and bothered, his cheeks slightly flushed and eyes looking wild. Directly approaching you with stomping steps.

"Hey doc, hope you're ready to work hard~"

"Oh but I'm so glad you all seem alright- oof!..."

"You!"

His hand locked around your arm in an iron grip and he started pulling you along with himself.

"Come!"

You stumbled after him, worrying your lips, as he navigated through the hallways and straight to your room. He barged in and pulled you inside and slammed the door behind you .

"Fix it!"

You watched him in confusion as you took in the frustrated expression he was wearing. He looked like he was running a fever so without thinking you just reached out to touch his forehead. He was slightly heated up.

"But... what's the problem?"

"I want to fuck the shit out of you."

Your heart skipped a beat and the effect shot straight to your core, blinking a few times in shock, your jaw dropping lower and lower as you stared at his very serious expression.

He couldn't be serious... right?

Did you hear him right?

"What?"

He gestured down to the very prominent tent in his pants, which you just noticed.

"Can't you tell? Fix it or face the consequences- fuck why is it so hot!"

You were contemplating the situation, he had, sadly, not really shown that kind of interest in you before so he couldn't have just came back from the mission and decided he wanted to screw you. And judging by the red face and dilated pupils and the fact he wanted you to 'fix it' rather than 'bend over' or something else you preferred more, you started connecting the dots.

He was probably hit by a sex quirk.

"Aphrodisiac?"

"Does the symptoms include wanting to fuck?"

"Pretty much."

You chuckled awkwardly trying to fend of the blush creeping on your face.

"I'd even bang that ugly ash tray fuck face, I don't care. Which is fucking horrible! You can fix it, right?"

You cringed lightly and started making your way towards your desk.

"Yes of course. It shouldn't really be a problem. I'll help you. It's just that-"

You started rummaging around in your drawer for the old concoction vial. You had never really needed it anyway. Your plan was changed however when you turned your head to look at him to hand him the vial to drink.

"Fuck this heat!"

He just randomly pulled off his tight black shirt and dropped it to the floor as he looked around your room before snatching the vial from your hand and downing it before you could say anything else.

Giving you way more of a view than you'd ever gotten, considering his healing powers, he never came to you for any sort of patching up. You bit your lower lip, feeling the blood rush to the tips of your ears just watching the way his skin looked all velvety over his tense bulging muscles, his abdominals even showing because of the restraint he was feeling. Even the way the liquid moved down his throat.

It gave you other ideas than just to help him.

"It's just what?"

Your eyes snapped back onto his that were now glaring at you intensely. But he was too busy with his own problems to notice you being flustered as you tried to make up a lie. He should've been fine after drinking the thing, it's just that it would take some time.

"You see... I'm sorry...it's just...you have t-to..."

He raised an eyebrow watching you try to voice your words impatiently.

"Spit it out already!"

"You have to have intercourse..."

It was his turn to look at you with a confused frown for a few silent seconds, that had you thinking he probably caught your lie, before shaking his head.

"Why are you sorry then? You scared me."

"What?... I d-don't know, I thought it would b-bother you or something!"

"Why would it bother me, you said you'll help me."

He started walking towards you and you could hear your own heartbeat hammering away in your chest. This was going very smoothly but you couldn't just drop the act. You looked up at him with wide eyes. He wanted to be the predator here? Fine, you'd be his prey.

"I d-did... b-but like...um..."

You took a step back and bumped into the desk lightly but he was quick to trap you with his arms, burying his nose in your hair and taking a deep long inhale.

"This is your job after all. I'm your boss and your patient now and you will help me."

"Yes Shigaraki."

"Tomoura."

"...yes, Tomoura..."

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He raised his hand and tangled his fingers in your hair, tugging you close and pressing his lips against your neck roughly sucking on your skin making you gasp and cling to his shoulders. His chapped rough lips moved along your neck then your jaw and finally latched onto your lips. He was the one under influence but you could feel your skin tingling anywhere he touched you. And he was not patient either. He grabbed one of your hands and placed it over his clothed erection, making you palm him as he was stripping you. He was fine ripping your shirt off your shoulders but struggled with your jeans before groaning and just deciding to use his quirk.

The half decayed fabric now loose, fell off you and he didn't waste a second before crashing his hips onto yours and humping his cock over the flimsy fabric of your panties. You could feel the rough fabric of his pants and underneath, his hard shaft grinding over your pelvis and up to your abdomen, moaning quietly in his mouth.

He growled when you moved your hips back and you found yourself shuddering in response, but your fingers were quick to grab onto his pants and free his dick. He hummed appreciatively before smirking and pulling back. You looked up at him lips parted and breathless.

"You're a little bit of a control freak, aren't you? Must be doctor thing."

He rubbed his thumb over your bruised lips a few times, then grabbed your shoulders and turned you around in a blink of an eye, pushing you over onto the desk.

"Shit..."

You braced yourself by your arms but his hand came down over the back of your neck, clawing it roughly. It sent a jolt down your spine and Your whole body went limp as you mewled when he lowered you face first into the desks surface, kicking your legs apart.

"Aw, such a cute little kitten. All soaked over here. You're really excited to help me, huh?"

You whimpered feeling his cock head poke between your folds.

"Cute trapped little kitten."

He snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in your dripping clenching cunt as you wailed and your body lurked forward on the desk that slammed into the wall with a bang.

"Oops, sorry."

He leaned over you not sounding remorseful at all, hand now moved from your neck and gripping a fistful of your hair while his other hand place firmly over your back and he used it to hold himself up while holding you still, shuddering as he relished the feeling of your pussy, squeezing him as it struggled to accommodate to the length inside it.

He didn't wait too much though as his hips pulled back till only his tip was inside and slammed himself back in again, enjoying the high pitched gasp that left your lips, before he set a brutal rough pace.

He was drilling you so hard that your legs were bending off of the ground in reflex, your toes curling tightly. You couldn't tell which was louder, the sound of his hips slapping your ass, or the desk banging on the wall with each thrust. The wet squelching of your pussy seeping around his cock was filling your ears too.

It wasnt long before he had you coming around him hard, with the way he moved inside you and the places he was rubbing against. Your legs were shaking already and you could barely keep your toes on the ground. You had moved up the desk and were now an inch or 2 away from faceplanting to the wall which he fixed by tugging you back to himself by your hair, but he stopped thrusting and pulled out of you grabbing your hips to turn you around over the desk.

"... you didn't finish..." You sounded so meek and small even to your own ears.

You thought maybe the antidote worked already.

But he picked up your legs and wrapped them around his waist as he slid back inside you slowly, your eyes shutting as you shuddered. He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"Oh I'm way too far away from being finished with you."

♤

The fact that you couldn't walk properly for the next few days or the dark hickeys on your neck wasn't exactly the reason why you were not leaving your room while Tomoura was around, only sneaking out to grab something to eat while you were sure he was either busy or not around.

You didn't know how to face him.

It was your own idea to fuck but you kinda liked him more than just that and he was only under the influence of Aphrodisiac so... awkward. And so you were living peacefully in the shadows for now.

Until of course he had to call an emergency meeting for his next mission thing.

You sat there in the darkest farthest corner the whole time covering yourself up in your hoodie and curling up on yourself to look even smaller. You were even planning on sneaking away as soon as the meeting ended but that was canceled when he called out to you in the middle of the meeting.

Your heart dropped cause you were basically not listening only trying not to get caught staring at him.

"(Y/n), stay after the meeting and I'll let you know about the details."

You nodded and curled back up, dreading everything.

After the meeting you slowly made your way over to him, who was standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed over his chest so tightly his muscles were bulging.

You shook the thought away as you cleared your throat.

"Shigaraki?"

He frowned and you wanted to just find a hole to hide in, feeling the heat threatening to rush over your face.

"Whatever happened to Tomoura?"

"Oh... sorry..."

"Is there something wrong?"

"Not at all!... it's all peachy..."

He narrowed his eyes as he gave you an overall look noticing the purple marks on your neck peaking from under the hoodie. His marks.

"Did I hurt you?"

Your eyes widened as you looked up and shook your head raising your hands.

"No no! I'm fine really!"

"You are avoiding me."

You blinked feeling very embarrassed.

"I'm n-not!"

"You are. You're always hanging around while I'm not on missions."

"I... yeah... probably...sorry..."

He raised an eyebrow tilting his head to the side as a hint of concern showed in his expression.

"I'm sorry if I forced myself onto you..."

You were shocked. Did he really think he was the one who initiated the whole thing?

"You didn't! I just... it's just..."

You sighed and looked away.

"I don't know how to face you is all."

"Why?"

"I really like you. And we just fucked... so..."

It was silent for a few seconds. So silent you could hear your heart break. You laughed it off and shook your hands.

"It's fine I'll get over it, just need tim-"

"I wasn't under the quirks influence after the 1st round."

You blinked in confusion, the blush finally victoriously creeping on your cheeks as you remembered the looong night.

"What?"

"I just wanted to keep fucking you, cause I thought I'd never get to do it again." He shrugged.

After a long few moments of you staring at him dumbfounded and struggling to believe him and him lightly fidgeting under your gaze and scratching the back of his neck nervously he finally realized what a stupid thing that was to say.

"What I meant to say and fucked it up, was, I like you too."

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Actually Full Hater, I wanna punch that man in the nose >:] /lh

#and I have. punched that man in the nose actually #[hes a hateship FJWBXJWHDH] #im so violent towards that man. i do not wish to see him succeed /hj [i am his therapist] #our relationship is complicated. i give him attention [outside and during therapy] and he fully believes i have feelings for him #[i am incapable of ignoring people despite knowing full well i should not engage with him at all] #shittiest therapist on the block [but no ones knows that and its only when it comes to him] #sorry i am RAMBLING in the tags rn i havent thought abt him in ages FHEBXJDHD #♤: i hope you blink before i do #☆ask #◇friend content◇