#Although I fumbled one she’s gone now :(

[driftingballoons]

I love Rozenmarine, but sometimes the way her VA says “Elise” is just so

#rozenmarine #little goody two shoes #original art #Spoilers #Do you see my vision #I’ve only just passed the crow stage so I’m not fully sure what’s up yet #But she’s such a wet dog of a girl #But also damn girl stop raising my suspicion #I can’t afford enough food to bring you to work just go home #Also the way the villagers are just “oooh I know what you are >:(“ #Replace the word “witch” with “lesbian” and they’d be correct 👍🏻 #Elise out here romancing three women #Although I fumbled one she’s gone now :( #Great game so far def recommend :3

[cat-toess]

🂡🂡 LOVE SICK 🂡🂡

Summary ✄: In which, Lyney is unbelievably, heads over heels with you.

Tags ✄: fluff, strangers to lovers (soon hehe), mid-length (sort of) one-sided pinning (for now...) gn!reader (intended, I sincerely apologize if not, please message me if you find any mistakes in terms of this topic! I will do my best to improve my writing :D)

Notes ✄: Lyney come home, please. I beg of u. come home at 15 pity (on my knees sobbing and crying rocks) pspspspspspspsps

P.S: I will be revising this even after this has been published, so if you find any grammatical errors then it might be fixed the next time you check <3 might even add paragraphs- so if you want, make sure to check in regularly!

Ft Lynette, being the best wing woman in the history of teyvat.

PART 2 ✄: Lovesick pt.2

Lynette was always supporting Lyney. Whether it was behind the scene or in front of the audience of their spectacular magic shows. Always wanting the best for her brother, silently looking out for him (although she may not show it directly on her face).

But there were some situations where she could not back up her dear brother. 

Said ‘situation’ being her brother's ridiculous one-sided crush on you, a stranger turned friend that Lynette had met while shopping for some new tea brews. You, a fellow tea enthusiast, passing by recommended her some of your favorites. Which ended in a lengthy conversation between you and her about the teas of the world. 

Now this wasn’t the usual silly crush Lyney would have that only lasted (at best) 1 week. No he was horrendously down bad. Even Lynette, who had no experience in the romance department mind you, could notice her brother's admiration to you immediately. Hell she could probably spot his stupid heart eyes all the way from Celestia. 

It was only a matter of time until the entirety of Fontaine and their grandmothers and children knew of Lyney’s infatuation with you. 

This led her to her current predicament. 

“Lynette please, do your lovely, wonderful and majestic brother one favor! Introduce me to your ethereal friend from earlier!”  Her brother dramatically whined. Clinging to his sister's leg like it was his lifeline. 

“I would if you weren’t being such a creep about them, you’ll scare them away if you meet them in such a state.” Lynette grumbled. 

Even Freminet, who usually kept to himself started to feel bad for Lyney. 

“Lynette, it wouldn’t hurt to introduce Lyney to Y/N, would it?” He asked. Looking down at Lyney who was close to tears.

“Thank you Freminet! See Freminet sides with me!”  Lyney exclaims, gesturing to Freminet, who is quietly sitting in a chair minding his own business. 

“Fine, I’m meeting them today at Café Lucerene. I’ll introduce you to them there, okay Lyney?” Lynette sighed in annoyance (though she was a little happy since she’s never seen her brother so mesmerized with someone.) As soon as she says those words, his face lights up almost immediately, the signs of sadness are long gone from his face. Lyney jumps up to Lynette to go in for a hug. A hug that she swiftly dodges with a sour expression.

“I truly owe you my beloved sister! But before that mind helping me pick out a few strategies to greet Y/N? I can’t fumble my charming first appearance with my future lover, can I?” Lyney giggles, like a young school girl in love Lynette thinks. 

“Fine…” Lynette murmurs. 

——

By preparing, Lynette thought her brother would only ask her opinion on how to greet you or what to compliment about you first.

She didn’t mean to agree helping out her brother immaculately plan a custom-made show for you. 

“Lynette! Which bird should I pull out of my hat? The classic magician favorite, the pigeon? Or the epitome of love, the dove? Or maybe my dearest may prefer one of those weird exotic birds from Sumeru? What were they called again?” Lyney pondered for a second before Lynette interrupted his thinking. 

“You mean the dusk bird?” Lynette quips. 

“Yes that one! Or maybe something bigger? Like a sumpter beast? Or even better a Phantasm-“ 

“Lyney! You are not summoning dangerous beasts through your hat, also what if they attack Y/N?” Lynette says as she rubs her head. Maybe Lyney's stupidity was finally starting to rub on to her.

“Hmm, you have a point a suppose, however would I marry them if they were buried 6 ft below me.” Lyney dramatically exclaims placing his hand on his forehead. 

Lynette sometimes worries about her brother these days, ever since he met you, he keeps feeding himself delusions that you two were meant to be. He even had a whole life plan for the two of you, he decided that your first child should be named Lyney/Lynette jr (depending on if they were a boy or girl, her brother had said) .

“Wait a moment… Lynette I have the most spectacular idea, listen closely.” Lyney blurted out, an imaginary light bulb appearing on his head.

—— 

Now here she was, hiding at a nearby table at the Café she and you were supposed to meet. Originally you two would meet here to exchange tea brews you found over the week and have a brief talk about them. But this time it was different. 

The first part of the sibling's elaborate plan was to tell you that Lynette was sick so her brother Lyney came to pick up the tea instead. 

So here Lyney is standing near the table, patiently waiting for (his soon-to-be) love of his life to arrive. As if on cue you arrive and Lyney is already enchanted with your appearance. Ogling at you like a hopless person in love. Lynette had never cringed so hard in her life.

Lynette has to stop the insane urge to groan at her brother's antics. 

“Hi Lynette, the green tea this time is- Oh? You’re not Lynette? “ You say in confusion, staring at the young man in front of you. You had seen him before on posters and the front page of The Steambird and all that, so you were surprised at the least to see a famous face instead of Lynette (who was also famous, but that aside) 

“Greetings, exquisite friend of my sister.” Lyney bows, but as he tips his hat a swarm of doves fly out of his hat. “I am Lyney, Lynette’s brother.” He says as he magically makes a bouquet of rainbow roses appear in his hand, and gives them to you. 

Who knew Lynette's brother was such a charmer. 

“Oh hello, nice to meet you Lyney. I’m Y/N” You say politely flashing him a smile (one which made his stomach do flips) 

“No need to introduce yourself, I’ve heard so much about you from my sister.” He says, revealing a charming smirk of his own.

“ I see, if I may ask where is Lynette today?” you ask out of curiosity, looking around searching for your fellow tea lover. (sorry if you don't like tea)

“Ah, sadly my darling sister is sick today, so I have come instead of her to pick up the tea. I accepted the offer as soon as she mentioned it. Who would want to miss the opportunity to meet a person as beautiful as yourself.” He comments, gently holding your hand as he brings it up to his mouth to kiss the front of your hand.

Lynette was praying to Celestia and all the beings above that her brother would choke on his own spit.

“Why, thank you.” You say, not expecting to be drowned in compliments by this stranger. Your demeanor goes from calm to slightly flustered in a matter of minutes. (I mean who wouldn't with Lyney around, honestly)

Lynette internally wonders what could you ever possibly see in that obnoxious brother of hers? 

For a while you two engage in a friendly conversation about simple things like the weather and so on. Soon enough you two get more comfortable as Lyney starts to show you a variety of magic tricks.

"No way you're actually getting my card-"

"Is this your card?"

"You weren't joking-"

Lynette sighs as she starts preparing for phase 2. 

The second part of their scheme was to get Lynette to conjure a strong gust of wind to knock you off your feet so that Lyney could catch you and scoop you up. Like in those popular plays. 

This much should be enough. Lynette thinks to herself as she summons a gust of wind headed straight to your direction. Aimed at you of course. 

But what is this? The wind blows a little off track and hits Lyney instead. 

The next few seconds were like they were in slow motion, Lyney has a surprised expression on his face as he plummeted down to the floor. Lynette is laughing at her brother. Holding her stomach and rolling on the floor (an unusual sight for the people watching the scene unfold, only used to the cool and composed Lynette.)

That is until you grab Lyney into your arms last second and suspend him a few centimeters above the ground.

Would you look at this? Lynette thinks. 

The plan had completely backfired. 

Oh well, her brother would be delighted with the results either way. 

“Are you okay Lyney?” You ask concern lacing your voice. 

Lyney thinks his name never sounded prettier than when it came from your lips, with your voice. 

“Yeah I am, sorry about that.” The usually flirty and confident magician is nowhere to be found. His cheeks were tinted with a rosy hue of pink as his mind went in spirals. 

“No problem, it was nothing.” 

An awkward yet (sort of) romantic silence envelopes both of you. The two you staring at each other's eyes and shyly glancing at each other for a few minutes. 

Lynette was a hair away from barfing up all of her breakfast and possibly her internal organs. 

You were the first to snap out of the trance like state.

“Well, I have to go soon… I’ll see you later I guess?” You ask, waving your farewells to the blonde. Slowly heading back home.

“Yeah, see you later.”  Lyney waves back, a smile adorning his gorgeous facial features. 

Lynette pops out of her hiding spot, and takes a metal note of her brothers' expression. 

“You’re down bad, aren’t you?” 

“Lynette!” 

@cat-toess 2023 please do not plagiarize or copy on other sites <3 Reblogs are appreciated, but please give credit :D if you have feedback please refrain from being offensive <3

The amount of horrible grammatical errors I found in this is crazy- I sincerely apologize 🥲

Some of my other posts with Lyney...

❁ Lyney Hcs

#lyney #lynette #lynette best wing woman fr fr #lyney x reader #genshin x reader #Genshin #genshin impact #x reader #gn! reader #cat-toess writes!

[raginglesbian2006]

Hiii I was wondering if maybe you could write a Alastor fluff? Where Alastor decides to do a duo broadcast with reader? But she’s just very clumsy and nervous and fumbling over her words and doesn’t really know what she’s doing!! Pleaseee😁😁🙏🏼

Hi! Omg this is my first request so I'm a teensy bit nervous but your idea is so good, it got my brain gears turning!!

Hope you enjoy this little piece!

Step by step,cher...

Alastor x reader

When you first arrived at hell, you had no idea why you were here. The last thing you remembered was accidentally falling down a flight of stairs. Did you really die like that? And what crime did you commit to be subjected to eternal damnation? Was borrowing company stationery regarded as an offense?

In your pursuit of a safe place to stay in hell, you stumbled upon the Hazbin Hotel. The literal princess of hell invited you in with the brightest smile, one you never thought you'd see on a demon, let alone the daughter of the devil himself.

Needless to say, although your initial motive to stay at the hotel was for your safety, you gradually became roped into their redemption activities or rather...attempts.

You got along with everyone well at the quaint hotel. Charlie and Vaggie took such good care of you, making sure you were well-fed and comfortable at their establishment. Husk was a good listener. You weren't that heavy of a drinker so you just lounged at the bar counter talking about random things with him and listening to his thoughts and opinions in return. Sir Pentious was a sweetheart, entrusting you with his adorable eggies when he went out from time to time. Niffty put on roach shows for you, which you quite enjoyed. Although initially put off by Angel Dust's flirtations, you quickly became comfortable in his presence, often visiting his room to play with his little pig, which he called "Fat Nuggets."

There was one particular demon, however, who piqued your interest since day one. Alastor was an enigma to all the residents of the hotel and beyond, yet they trusted him to run as the host of this establishment and he did so spectacularly. He had this certain gentlemanly charm to him- never mind the fact that he was a serial killer and a cannibal, at least he was courteous.

You used to work at a radio station back when you were alive. You didn't host any shows, just worked behind the scenes to make sure everything went smoothly. So it is safe to say, you were very interested in Alastor's radio shows.

He overheard you talking about his work one day and popped out of nowhere behind you to ask you what you thought about his recent show. From then on, you and Alastor had a weekly routine of sitting down with a cup of tea and discussing his shows, planning what to air next, and improving on what was already aired. You quite enjoyed these little get-togethers with him.

It was on one of these meetings that Alastor had a brilliant idea in his head that he wanted to share with you.

"Why don't you join me in my broadcast tomorrow?"

Your eyes widened as you looked at his ever-grinning face. You were expecting him to laugh at your face any time now...but that never came.

"I-I'm sorry...what now?" you questioned.

"Ah!," Alastor explained, "It's a simple request from me, darling! You do so well detailing and planning my broadcasts and it's all thanks to you that my shows have gone swimmingly, much better than before! You have such useful insights! Why wouldn't you like to share your thoughts with all of hell?"

You gulped. Your hands left your teacup and started fiddling with the threads that came out of your sweater.

"I-I... I don't think I'd do a good job, Al," you paused, then continued, "I indeed worked at a radio station when I was alive but I have never hosted a show in my life."

Alastor hummed and with his claws tapping the table, he said, "Well darling, don't you think you could use this opportunity to try something new? You'd be learning only from the best of course!"

Sensing your hesitance, Alastor further elaborated, "Besides, all you need to do is answer my questions! Imagine you're talking to me, as we do during our meetings! You will be just fine!"

You didn't feel comfortable with the idea of hosting a broadcast, despite him being there but you did not want to reject his offer either, so you nodded and agreed to be there tomorrow morning. His grin grew impossibly wider and he exclaimed that he could not wait to see you "shine".

You'd wake up extra early the next morning, unable to keep your anxiety on the down low. You dressed up and rushed in the direction of the booth Alastor used for his radio shows. You kept on trying to calm yourself down, biting your nails and pacing in front of the door to the recording studio, hoping you'd not let Alastor down.

You were startled at the sound of radio static pouring in around you. You looked beside you to see the radio demon himself staring you down. Slightly embarrassed, you greeted him with a "good morning" which he reciprocated. He then opened the door to his recording booth, gesturing for you to enter in.

You were seated on one of the comfy chairs he owned as Alastor moved around the studio, checking the equipment and making sure all was right. When he was finally satisfied, he looked towards you, with that gleeful grin on his face and said, "Ready, my darling?"

You nodded your head, although you weren't sure how you were fooling yourself to believe you were ever gonna be ready.

Alastor's voice rang through his microphone as he started his broadcast. Hearing him work, in real time, made you want to listen to him forever. No wonder he raked in so many listeners despite the existence of modern technology. He had a rather charming voice.

You shook out of your trance when you made eye contact with the ever-smiling radio demon. You realized he'd asked you a question. The only problem is...you have no idea what he asked.

"U-um... sorry, Alastor. What did you say?"

Alastor chuckled and repeated, "Why my ditzy partner, I asked you what you expect the weather will be like today? It does seem unusually cloudy than yesterday, don't you think?"

"Ah, I see... well-" you were about to speak into the microphone he'd set out for you but you accidentally knocked it down, making the studio fill up with the screeching sound of the mic.

You got out of your seat, panicked, and dove to the ground to find the microphone. Your hands trembling as you searched for it, wondering what Alastor might think of you now.

You finally caught hold of the stray microphone, and rose up to view. Your face was completely and utterly red, and your eyes were tearing up. Alastor would surely be mad at you ruining his broadcast. Who knows, you might've cost him half his listeners.

All those berating thoughts in your head came to a stop when you heard Alastor laughing. Very loudly, might I add.

Confused, you looked up to see the radio demon, slumping on his chair, his chest heaving with uncontrollable laughter. Was he....laughing at you? You suddenly felt quite small in his presence. Your fingers twisted between the lapels of your shirt as your anxiety peaked at an all-time high.

When Alastor finally stopped laughing, he looked at you with his usual grin and exclaimed," Oh dear! I knew something like this would occur so I never started my broadcast in the first place!"

You froze in your seat. What? You looked up at the "on air" sign, only now noticing that it wasn't lit up at all.

Seeing your confusion, Alastor chuckled again. Your distress seemed quite amusing to him. You glared at the demon, your vision blurring with your tears. You did not know what to say to him.

Alastor moved out of his seat and stood next to you. With a clawed hand on your shoulder, he pushed it backward, making you sit up straight on your chair. Then, with a swipe of his hand, he conjured up a handkerchief and wiped your tear-stricken face, as gently as he could.

"My dear, if you were that anxious, you could have just told me you didn't want to do the show. I wouldn't have minded at all."

You finally found your voice and said, "Y-Yes but... I didn't want to disappoint you is all..."

Alastor tsked and patted your hair like you were a little puppy.

"Your need for outside validation seems to cloud your abilities a lot, dear," Alastor continues as he moves closer to you, "Your innate need to please each and everyone around you, makes you undermine your own worth. Look at me! If I cared about everyone's opinions of me, do you think I'd have been able to be this powerful and feared, hm?"

You shook your head in response.

"Take it one step at a time. You can only do so much at once. Remember it always. Step by step, cher."

You looked up at him and nodded. He was right. You just needed to calm down, take a deep breath, and take it one step at a time.

"Do you want to broadcast with me still or do you want to leave?" Alastor asked.

"No, I think I'm truly ready this time," you answered.

Alastor's grin widened and he plopped down on his seat, this time moving it a little closer to yours.

Before he turned on the broadcast, he looked at you and with surprisingly gentle eyes communicated, "Remember. Treat this broadcast like our daily conversations. You will be fine."

You acknowledged his advice and sat comfortably on the chair, ready to take this challenge on head first.

The neon-lit "on air" sign shone and Alastor's voice rang through, this time for real.

"Welcome to the radio demon's broadcast!"

Yes, the show did go "swimmingly" for you, as Alastor put it. He was quite pleased to see you wanting to do more broadcasts with him. He did truly enjoy your company. Perhaps a little more than he initially assumed. He wouldn't mind doing radio shows with you... forever.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #requests open

[just-jordie-things]

sort of blurb idea:)

just you, gojo, megumi and tsumiki being a lil family and going to the park or an amusement park on a rare day off <333

so for this i'm gonna say megumi is like 8 and tsumkiki is 9

satoru is going to want to go on all the rides with megumi and tsumiki, but he mostly ends up hanging back holding all the bags, snacks, and prizes you've collected throughout the day. he complains about this, but also loves the attention he gets surrounded by the oversized plushies, displaying his great success in all the rigged carnival games.

is he cheating at them? yeah, definitely. but he's winning and that's all the wide eyed onlookers know!

you definitely know he loves the attention- why else would he be walking around with a massive pink gorilla on his shoulders, whilst megumi and tsumiki complain about their achey feet ?

i think that tsumiki would be ecstatic to go on all the rides, even the scary ones. she'd tug on your arm and jump up and down and scream 'that one next that one next!' and then probably take off in a full sprint.

(satoru suggests you get those backpack leashes, and you smack him on the shoulder for insinuating your 'children' are so feral you have to restrain them. although later when both of them are running around from ride to ride, you do think about it)

megumi is probably a little more anxious about the big rides. but he'd die before admitting it. so he follows beside you as you head towards the line, dragging his feet a bit more than usual, and sticking very close to your side while you wait in line.

when you first noticed his nervous behavior, you threatened satoru not to say a word about it. so instead you pretend you don't notice his wide eyes when the coaster zooms past the long line of people, the high speed of it sending hair flying in all directions and people grabbing their sunglasses before they could lose them.

instead, you grin down at both kids, and praise them for how brave they both are, and how when you were their age, you never tried the rides that scared you, even though you loved them now. megumi relaxes at this, eager to consider himself brave.

still, it takes a few rides before he's comfortable putting his hands up. unlike his sister, who looks like she wants to go flying out of the coaster as she squeals and laughs with joy throughout every ride.

you decide to sit out during the spinning ride that megumi and tsumiki seem to enjoy most. if you wanted to spend the day dizzy and disoriented, you would have gone to the club.

"today is a day of fun, i don't need to puke" you tell satoru, who laughs in your face and calls you old.

in retaliation, you tell him if he's so confident, then he can go with them. and of course he won't wound his pride by declining.

you're thoroughly enjoying an ice cream cone when the three get off the ride. the kids bound toward you, pausing long enough to tell you they're running back to the line, before taking off again. satoru hobbles up to you shortly after they've gotten back on the ride, having stumbled slowly towards the bench you're resting at.

you haven't seen him so out of it in years. he's positively pale, he's fumbling to put his sunglasses on, and he's dragging his feet so slow you don't think he'll make it to the bench before megumi and tsumiki's second ride is done.

despite this, you laugh in his face when he finally makes it to you. he sits next to you so slow, you can't help but call him old.

"don't laugh at me. i'm going to die," satoru mutters, slumping against you and trying to steal a bite of your cool sweet treat. "the love of your life is going to die and you'll have to live with the guilt and regret of laughing while he did"

"worth it" you say between giggles, before offering him the rest of your ice cream.

the sweet treat seems to do the trick of fixing satoru up, and after megumi and tsumiki go on the same nightmare ride a few times, he's ready to walk around the park some more.

with all the sweets he eats that day, it's astonishing to you that he doesn't get sick. every booth you pass that has candy, fried dough, fudge, ice cream, you name it, if it's sweet, satoru is in line and ordering two of everything.

(he spends more money on the sweets than it had cost for the four of you to go to the amusement park for the day)

when the day nears it's end, satoru insists that you all have to ride the train to the front of the park. you and tsumiki thinks this is a nice end to the day, the train is relaxing, and winds through the whole park while all the bright lights are flashing to upbeat music. megumi hates this idea. he says the train is boring and for babies who can't walk around or go on rides. it takes a lot of convincing to get him to ride, but he's pouting the whole time.

however it was just the right amount of winding down needed for both kids. by the time you got to the car, they were passed out in the backseat, surrounded by their oversized prizes and souvenirs.

(and it's a good thing satoru is driving because you pass out shortly after you start the drive home, too)

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen self insert #jujutsu kaisen reader insert #jjk x you #jjk fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru imagine #satoru brainrot #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo imagine

[omegaworld]

Omg I love your fanfics❤️ If you're going to start writing for Mr. Beast can you do something Karl x reader? Maybe where he likes her but doesn't say anything and then his friends have an idea and in a video Jimmy says that if Karl loses the challenge he will have to declare himself to his crush?

Best friend's brother - Karl Jacobs x reader [one-shot]

Masterlist Recommendations Word count: 3247

Para este pedido eu usei este vídeo do MrBeast como inspiração.

___

Y/n met Sean at a gaming convention and they just clicked. It was quick for them to become best friends and as they lived far apart their friendship progressed mainly in online games. One day Sean told Y/n he was going to take part in his brother's stream and sent her the link to watch. She had a lot of fun and thought he was cute, so from then on she started following Karl's streams. Did Sean know about it? No. But she didn't have to tell him everything either.

She met Karl in person when she went to a college near Sean's parents' house. Even though she had a rented apartment, Sean complained that she had to pay rent to his parents because she spent so much time there. Spending so much time there, she ended up meeting Karl, who at first was very confused as to why a complete stranger was sitting on the sofa at his parents' house watching a soap opera with his mother. A very beautiful stranger, but he put that part aside.

His mother explained that she was a friend of Sean's and introduced them by inviting him to watch the soap opera with them. Unsure of what to do and bearing in mind that he had gone to visit his parents, he decided to join them on the sofa.

Although there was silence for a while, a comment from his mother was enough to make Y/n also comment again and laugh at the events of the soap opera. Karl laughed and eventually started commenting too. When Sean went downstairs to check if the soap had finished and saw the three of them on the sofa, he couldn't help but laugh at their enthusiasm.

That was the first of many times that Y/n and Karl met and somewhere in between Y/n developed a huge crush on Karl. She had followed his streams before, but now it seemed different and she realized this when she caught herself grinning like an idiot while watching one of his streams. Sean would kill her if he found out. But it was just a silly crush, right? Right?

"My brother took part in one of the videos with Mr. Beast, I was going to watch it, do you want to watch it with me?"

"Sure" Y/n replied, trying to look indifferent, but it was halfway through the video that a particular scene made them both comment simultaneously and Y/n flinched "Omg he looks so-" "How cute!"

"What?" Sean asks in shock at what he's just heard.

"Huh?" She fumbles trying to disguise it, but unfortunately for her Sean heard clearly.

"You said my brother was cute"

"Did I?"

"Yes!"

"It happens" She says and Sean decides to let it go, perhaps because he didn't want to hear that his best friend had a crush on his brother. And just as well, because Y/n didn't want to admit it at all.

___

Y/n was lying on the sofa at her parents' house watching TV when Karl came in and was confused to see her alone.

"Hey" He greets smiling at the sight of her.

"Hi" She greets back.

"My mom?" he asks confused.

"It's Friday, there's no soap today, there's 'Alone' on, she doesn't like this one very much" She explains as she sits down, she didn't expect Karl to come today, he never used to come on Fridays.

"No, don't worry about it" He says as he sits down. He pats his lap signaling her to spread her legs again, this time over his lap. A little nervously, she stretches her legs over his lap and tries to remain calm.

For a while they both watch the program in silence until Karl laughs and makes a comment. She laughs at his comment and makes another. Suddenly they are both commenting hotly on the program and laughing a lot.

After that, every Friday Karl would go to his parents' house to watch the show with her and before they knew it, it had become their thing.

"Is it okay if I give you my number?" Karl asks one night before she leaves.

"Your number?" She asks in surprise, but tries to remain calm.

"Next week I'll be out shooting a video with Jimmy, so we could arrange it and maybe watch the episode together by video call or discord."

Y/n blushed at the thought of him wanting to keep in touch. "Here," she said, handing him her cell phone so he could put in his number.

For two days she struggled with what to say to him. Since he had put the number in her phone, she was the one who had to send the first message. Scrolling through her Instagram feed, she saw a meme related to the show and immediately sent it to Karl before he realized it was the first message. Fortunately, Karl immediately realized it was her and replied in a funny way. The two start chatting daily, from exchanging memes to simply asking what the other is doing.

One day when Karl sees her online on discord he simply initiates a call. When he answers, she asks what's going on and he says he just saw her online and thought maybe they could play something. It was the way she blushed and her heart raced to the point where she feared her microphone would pick up the sound that made her realize that the silly crush was definitely over.

Perhaps she should have realized this beforehand because it had been two years since she had admitted her crush and the feeling of butterflies in her stomach when he talks to her had only increased over time? Probably.

Despite this, he never invited her to play with Jimmy and the others, unbeknownst to her he did this to try not to make his passion obvious and instead repeatedly refused their invitations to stay and play with her.

___

Sean and Y/N were watching one of Mr. Beast's latest videos featuring Karl when he couldn't stand her passionate smile at the sight of Karl.

"Ok that's disgusting, you're literally drooling on my brother"

"What? I'm not!" She tries to defend herself.

"I'd hoped that three years ago you'd be over it," he declares simply. It was true, at the time Sean realized that Y/n liked or at least had a crush on Karl, but he didn't want to risk them getting hurt and things getting weird. He thought that if it was something small Y/n would be able to get over it, but apparently he was wrong and couldn't ignore it any longer. He knew Y/n, she wouldn't spend so much time on a mere crush, honestly he hadn't even seen her date anyone since he met Karl.

Then he realized that time she'd slipped up and said he was cute…. Y/n thought.

"Oh look it's now" Y/n points out trying to change the direction of the conversation.

"Now?"

"Yes, she's going to trip, but thanks to that she finds the box, that's the best part, no one expected it" She explains without realizing that Sean is silent.

"How do you know that?"

"Oh… well… Karl sent me the video when they finished editing it so I could give my opinion" she pauses, trying to gauge Sean's reaction, "But I promised to watch it when it came out on the channel!"

"What? He didn't send it to me!" Sean protests.

Y/n tries to disguise the smile that appears. She knows it's stupid, but for her to know that Karl sent her the video and didn't send it to other people or at least his brother was a small victory in her game of feeling important to Karl.

___

"Did you send him the last video?" Sean asks Karl.

"Did she tell you?" He says obviously not expecting him to know.

"She slipped up" He stops to watch his brother open the bottle and drink the water to cover up "It would be easier for everyone if you just asked her out"

Karl chokes and is about to defend himself when his cell phone rings with a message. Picking it up to check, a silly grin appears when he sees it's from Y/n.

"You deserve each other" Sean says in exasperation as he gets up and leaves the room.

"Wait, what?" Karl asks, but Sean ignores him.

He definitely couldn't ignore these two any longer and apparently they weren't going to move so he'd have to think of something himself.

___

"Impossible mode?" Sean asks Y/n.

"Yes, although I might call it almost impossible because technically it's possible to pass"

"How much of it have you got so far?"

"Just those first 10 levels of chapter 1, the tutorial basically" Y/n pauses, "But honestly I don't know if it's worth continuing to develop it, the game is basically quite simple, the only thing different about it is the insane difficulty levels. I don't think it's something people will like"

"Maybe I can help" Sean says, picking up his cell phone and starting to type.

___

"Today we're going to play the hardest game in the world!" Jimmy declares as the video begins.

The camera changes and Y/n and Sean appear in the shot as Jimmy approaches them. "We're here with S/n, Karl's brother's best friend and also the developer of this game. Do you have anything you can tell us about the game?"

"Initially it was a simple game I made for college, but when I was told it was easy I started adding more difficulties and I'm currently working on a mode that I consider almost impossible to pass."

"That's the one we're going to play today, right?"

"Yes, so far I've only developed this difficulty for the first 10 levels which are the tutorial for the normal difficulty"

"Okay then, let's make it a challenge and try to finish those 10 levels"

When Jimmy, Karl, Chandler and Chris start the first level Karl comments "Ok this doesn't look that bad"

"It doesn't, does it?" Jimmy asks and everyone agrees "That's why for the challenge we're going to try to pass all 10 levels in 30 minutes and whoever doesn't make it will have to take part in the challenge in my next video, to spend 24 hours in a pool full of slime" he announces, causing everyone to protest.

"Don't you like the punishment Karl?" Jimmy asks.

"No!"

"Ok then Karl, just for you, I have another chance. Would you like to switch?"

"I'm afraid of what it might be, especially since only I have that option, but…I don't want to spend 24 hours in slime so…okay"

"Great! Karl, if you can't get to level 10 in 30 minutes, you'll have to call your crush of two years and propose to her!" Jimmy announces excitedly.

"WHAT?" Karl shouts in shock.

"And there's no point in lying because Sean knows and he told me exactly who it is."

Karl looks over to where Sean is quite smiling right next to Y/n before looking at Jimmy again.

"Jimmy, I've changed my mind, I really want to take part in the slime video"

"You want to?"

"Yeah"

"Ok great then you're in!" Karl breathes a sigh of relief before Jimmy speaks again, "But you still have to call him if you lose"

"NO" Karl shouts realizing that he has made the situation even worse.

"Okay, time's up," Jimmy says, not giving Karl a chance to continue protesting.

Karl wastes no time and tries to focus fully on the game without letting on how desperate he was. He doesn't want Y/n to find out, it was already embarrassing that he liked his brother's best friend and he knew.

"Oh and Y/n and Sean you two feel free to walk around us watching and commenting since you both already know the game"

Y/n is very anxious and at the same time nervous, she never knew Karl had a crush, let alone one that has lasted two years. They've known each other for two years, right? What are the chances?

"Maybe it would help if I jumped," Karl comments when S/n approaches him and he misses the third block of the first level, making her laugh.

Sean laughs when Karl misses the same block 3 more times due to having S/n next to him and gets a death glare from his brother.

"Okay I did it!" He announces as he passes level 1.

"Wait, how did the thorns hit me?" Jimmy asks as he realizes he's dead.

"They'll come after you if you stand still for too long," Y/n explains.

"Okay, but-" Karl starts when the thorns from level 1 appear at the start of level 2 and kill him "Y/n!" He protests and she laughs.

"I told you it was hard" Y/n says "Feel free to complain, I'm fully aware that it's extremely annoying"

"Thank you!" They all say simultaneously.

Y/n circulates a bit among them, but spends most of the time with Karl while Sean is more with Jimmy, Chandler and Chris.

"Y/n why is there so much space between the keys?" Chris asks exasperated.

"It's part of the difficulty, they're not like that on the other difficulties"

"Y/n how do I pass this?" Karl asks on level 6.

"Well-"

"Y/n you can't help! You're the creator" Jimmy says.

"Sorry Karl" Y/n says, laughing at his pout.

Although she wants to motivate him, without realizing it she's only making him more nervous.

"Wait" Chandler says "Wasn't this supposed to be the tutorial?"

"Yep" Y/n and Sean answer at the same time.

Without Karl realizing it during the video, he ends up constantly flirting with Y/N in an attempt to get the solution to the levels.

"Wait, I've made it to 8! I'm almost there!" Karl exclaims. Maybe he'll make it.

"Okay, I give up," Jimmy says.

"At least I'm not going to the slime pool alone anymore," Karl comments a little more cheerfully.

For the rest of the time Chandler also gives up and with only 10 seconds left Karl loses right at the end of level 9. He bangs his head on the table in despair and Y/n puts her hand on his shoulder reassuringly. He looks at her, but immediately puts his head back on the table to hide his blush. He was going to have to tell her.

"Time's up! Nobody made it, right?" Jimmy announces.

Everyone reluctantly agrees.

"Okay then, the four of us are going to take part in the 24-hour challenge in the slime pool E" Jimmy pauses, moving closer to Karl "Karl, you know what you have to do"

"Yeh…." Karl says dejectedly.

"Hey" Y/n says walking next to Karl to the location of the last shoot "It's going to be okay"

Karl sighs, she wouldn't say that if she knew it was her.

Filming resumes with Karl standing next to Jimmy and Chandler, Chris, Sean and Y/n around him.

"First of all, I'd like to thank Y/n for letting us play the new difficulty of her game, although I must confess that I'll never play it again and I apologize for that"

"It's okay Jimmy, I'm grateful for the chance to show my work like this and besides the aim is to be levels that people will argue are impossible to pass"

"So now it's time Karl"

Taking a deep breath, Karl picks up his cell phone and searches for the contact before initiating the call and putting it on speaker. Everyone waits when they finally hear the ringtone, but as soon as it sounds a cell phone starts ringing and everyone looks towards the source of the sound.

Y/n is speechless when she hears her cell phone ringing. With all eyes on her, she pulls the phone out of her pocket and her mouth drops open when she sees Karl's name. Unsure of what to do, she turns the screen on her phone to show Karl's name to the camera.

"Wowww" Chandler and Chris say in stasis.

Y/n looks at Karl just in time to see him lick his lips before pressing them together in an obviously nervous thin line.

"You have to say it Karl" Jimmy encourages.

Clearing his throat and trying to ignore his nervousness he says "Y/n, I've had a crush on you for 2 years"

"Really Sean?" Jimmy asks Sean for confirmation.

"It's true Jimmy" Sean announces enthusiastically.

Jimmy walks away to end the video and Karl quickly disconnects the call and approaches Y/n. "Ok I know this sounds weird, but well…I…" Karl tries to find an excuse, but what excuse could he give when he's just revealed that he's had a crush on her for two years?

Y/n tries not to blush at how cute Karl looks as he tries to justify himself. Not wanting him to embarrass himself any further, she hugs him, hiding her face in his chest and making him shut up.

Karl is in shock, but returns the hug, wrapping one arm around Y/n's waist and with the other hand gently holding her head against him. He's in shock and everyone can see the cogs in his mind turning as he basically short-circuits. Karl didn't want to assume anything wrong. As he tries to figure out if the hug means what he hopes it means, he meets Sean's gaze who gives him a huge smile and raises both thumbs in the affirmative. He widens his eyes. He knew it, Sean knew it all along. He was going to kill him!

Sean turns to the camera which is filming the end of the video where Jimmy explains that they only did the exhibition because Sean guaranteed and presented proof that they both liked each other so there would be no broken hearts.

Before the shot ends the camera zooms in to where Karl is cradling Y/n in his arms just in time to catch him kissing the top of her head.

"You're welcome" Sean says approaching Y/n and Karl as the camera is turned off.

"Did you know?" Sean nods positively "Since when?" Karl asks, he didn't want to believe that his brother knew his crush liked him back and didn't tell him.

"She slipped up about it like three years ago"

Karl chokes "Three years?"

"Sean!" Y/n scolds, turning away from Karl. Okay, Karl had liked her for two years, but did he really have to expose that she liked him before?

Looking at Karl, he smiles at her with eyes full of love and affection. How could she not have noticed that look before? Embarrassed, she hides in Karl's chest again and he laughs, causing butterflies in Y/n's stomach with the sound of his laughter.

"Okay then, I'm going to take Y/n to dinner and see a movie and when I get back I'm going to kill you," Karl declares before taking Y/n's hand and leading her out of the studio.

Later, when I checked the comments on the video, most of them were about how cute the two of them were together, many people saying that during the video you could already see that they liked each other, some comments repeating the flirts that Karl said to her when he was trying to figure out how to get through the levels and others saying that they were waiting for the wedding. Of course, ignoring the haters.

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[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2022: October 21st

Day 21: Rimming/Analingus // Masturbation // Breeding

Marcus Moreno x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Angst, teasing, public sex, vaginal sex, cream pie

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It had slipped out during sex and he hadn’t even realized it. Not until you were gone and he was alone in his bed again, humming quietly in the dark while he wonders when he can tell Missy about this thing that has grown between you and him. Waffling between fear that she will see you as some sort of replacement for her mother and guilt that he has moved on so quickly, even though it’s been years since her untimely death. 

He’s almost asleep, replaying that sweaty, satisfying moment when he was just about to cum - your pussy already clamped around his cock like a vice when he had said those words. “Gonna breed you, baby.” 

His eyes spring open in horror, sitting straight up in the bed. “No, no, no.” He hisses, fumbling for his phone, for the light, for his glasses and swiping two out of the three to the floor in his haste. “Fuck!” 

You hadn’t said anything but that doesn’t mean much. You normally had to sneak out of the house pretty quickly after sex to go back to your own house. The last time you had lingered, you had fallen asleep and that would have been a nightmare if you hadn’t woken up to pee at four in the morning. He didn’t want Missy to catch him in bed with another woman before they could talk. 

Marcus curses again, feet hitting the floor, followed by his knees as he gropes for the phone so he can send a panicked text. 

Call me when you get this. 

Seconds feel like hours and instead of being drowsy like he always is after sex with you, he’s wide awake and terrified of what you might say. He stares at the delivered icon, praying that he sees the bubbles pop up where you are texting him, or even better - to see your number pop up with an incoming call. However, there is nothing. 

Baby, I can explain, just call me.

More hours tick by and he’s sweating, picking himself up off the floor and sitting on the edge of his bed, his stomach curled with fear and guilt. Guilt that he hadn’t told you about that particular kink yet and fear that you would find it disgusting. Again, nothing. 

Listen, it just slipped out. It’s not like I want that to happen right now. Or ever if you aren’t….PLEASE call me?

This is hard to explain over text. 

???

He knows you would have gotten home by now. Still the texts are delivered and not read. You are ignoring him. The only sliver of hope that he has is that the texts haven’t turned green so you haven’t blocked him. Yet.

****

He’s always had a breeding kink. It was something that appealed very early on, even when he was honestly terrified of getting a girl pregnant. He blames it on some old porno he had watched when he was twelve or thirteen. Making a lasting impression on his formative years, but beggars can’t be choosers and the ‘Pregnant Nymphos’ video had been extremely hot to him. 

He had been lucky that his late wife had been accepting of it. She hadn’t thought him weird, although he had kept it hidden until they had been trying for Missy. Then that kind of talk had been acceptable and even sexy while he was actively trying to get her pregnant with his baby. He had been allowed to explore that. Murmuring filth into her ear and moaning about how he was going to fill her up until it took. It had probably been the best sexual experiences he had. 

Now, he had been trying to keep it reined in. He wasn’t sure how you would feel about that kind of thing, even though you were pretty open sexually. Hell, you had let him fuck your ass, and slap your pussy. Although neither one of you had really cared about the pussy slapping. 

This though. This was much larger than swatting your clit or working his cock into your ass after half an hour of prep. This was something that could be a total turn off for you. He’s definitely had dates where they thought it was gross, disgusting, demeaning and even one woman had called it misogynistic, so it wasn’t like it was the top five topics he discussed. 

Marcus doesn’t sleep at all, waiting for you to text him back. Tell him to fuck off or that you weren’t going to see him again. Checking his phone almost obsessively until the late night turns into early morning and it’s time to drag himself into a shower before Missy wakes up and he has to get her off to school and himself off to work. Where you might just make his humiliation public in front of everyone at the Heroics Headquarters. 

****

Fuck. You are wearing that skirt. The one that he had first noticed you in when you started. The one that had him thinking about fucking you while he shook your hand and introduced himself although you already knew who he was. Everyone in the world knows Marcus Moreno, although he prefers to believe that they don’t. 

Your brows are lifted in greeting but you don’t say anything, making him start to sweat until his leather jacket and he swallows, looking around to make sure that no one is close by before he speaks. “We need to talk.” 

“Oh?” You play innocent, although he can see the small twist of your lips and he wonders what kind of game you are playing. “About what?”

Taking your arm, he guides you to his office. If he’s going to make an ass of himself - again - he’d rather do it in private. He wants to throw up, rubbing his hands on his pants and taking off his glasses and then putting them back on and pushing them up the bridge of his nose is a nervous tic that it more about buying time than anything. “Listen….” He cringes at the way he’s started but there’s no going back now. “About what I said-” 

“That you wanted to breed me?” You ask, deciding that now was the perfect opportunity to hop up on his fucking desk like he had imagined you six thousand times and smirk at him. “Is that what we are talking about or the hundred text messages you sent me last night.” 

Marcus huffs, embarrassed. “You didn’t answer.” He points out, as if that is any reason for melting down and sending text after text. 

“My phone was on Do Not Disturb.” You take the wind out of his sails, making his shoulder round slightly. “I didn’t see them until I was about to leave for work.” 

“Oh.” So he had a shitty, sleepless night for nothing, imagining all the ways you were ignoring him or making some mocking threat on Reddit about how your superhero boyfriend has a breeding kink. He may or may not have checked the threads about the Heroics a time or twenty. “So yeah-” 

“Do you want to breed me?” His eyes widen and for a split second nothing registers in his brain. His cock hears it loud and clear and you are very aware of that from the way your smile grows wider and you hum as you shift on his desk. 

He shakes himself out of his stupor and flusters. “I mean- not- not- not like- it’s more that- it’s a-” He stutters and stumbles over the words that are rushing around in his mind and all trying to come out at once. Until he finally just gives up and looks at you hopelessly, giving a vague shrug of his shoulders and wishing that there was some national - no, world emergency right now. Aliens would be good. 

You purse your lips, giving him a disappointed look and shaking your head. “So you don’t want me to take off my panties and beg you to fill me up?” You ask, spreading your legs as wide as your skirt would allow you to, shimmying on his desk and working it up your thighs. “You don’t want me to beg you to breed me? Fill me with your baby and fuck me full until it takes?” 

If he were a lesser man, he would be on his knees right now, begging to make that a reality. As it is, he’s already hard, mouth dropped open in surprise as his cock tents his pants and nothing but a low moan can be heard from him. Giving away that blatant desire for that exact thing. 

“Because I thought about that all night last night.” You continue on. “Even had to touch myself again. Imagining you saying that again. Demanding that I beg you for your cum.” Marcus whines, stepping closer to you as you hike your skirt up to your hips, showing off the panties you had worn today. They are sexy, like everything you wear, but the crotch is soaked. 

His chest seems to collapse and expand at the same time, unable to breathe or even think about anything but the wet spot on your panties and the warmth and wetness beneath it. The fact that you want to talk to him about breeding you while he’s buried inside that sweet little pussy. “Fuck.” 

“If you pull your pants down.” Your joke is lighthearted, meant to make him laugh but all he can do is try to follow that order as quickly as fucking possible. Harder than Miracle Man’s punches and throbbing at the mere suggestion that he gets to live out his breeding kink right now. He knows you are on birth control. That conversation has been well established, but the thought is what gets him going. 

As quick as he is pulling his cock out, your panties are pushed to the side and he is sinking into you with a groan. Kissing your lips when he’s buried to the hilt and already about to explode. “Tell me again.” He grunts out, jolting inside you when you squeeze him tight. 

Your lips against his ear makes him shiver, words cooed directly into his ear. “I want you to fuck me full, Marcus.” He smothers a groan, biting his lips so hard he will have left a mark. “I want to feel your seed inside me all day and imagine that you bred me.” 

Marcus isn’t one to growl, at least he doesn’t think that he is, but the feral rumble that echoes out of his chest can only be described as just that. A growl. His arms tightening around you and his hips pulling back so he can set a frantic pace. 

Its unhinged, fucking into you like it will be the last thing that he does. Maybe it will be because he can’t seem to draw a breath as he pushes into you again and again. Groaning and saying every filthy thing that he’s thought over the past months while he's been inside you. Hell, everything he’s thought since he’s met you. 

“Made for my cock.” He hisses, pulling your ass to the edge of the desk and pounding into you with sharp, harsh swings of his hips. “Perfect place for me to plant my seed.” 

Your pussy clenches around him, making him grin at the way you whimper his name and your legs wrap around his waist and pull him closer. Wanting him to get deeper. “Fill me up.” You beg, leaning back slightly and rolling your hips down to meet his hectic thrusts. “M-Marcus please. Want it.” 

He grunts, leaning in and nipping your ear, making you yelp and clench around him again. “Going to baby. Gonna fill you up, paint your pretty little pussy full of my cum.” He hisses, rocking forward and his thighs slap against the table. 

You whimper, nodding and holding onto his shoulders while he pushes both of you higher. Every thrust rocking deep and hitting that wonderful little spot inside you that makes your toes curl. 

“You want that?” He demands, his jaw tight and the corded muscles on his neck straining. “Tell me.” 

“I want that.” You cry out softly, conscious of the fact that you are in his office and others could possibly hear you. “Marcus bred me.” Your plea is more like a wail, dragged out of you where only he can hear. 

His fingers turn to granite, digging into your hips and ass while your world explodes. Stars burst and colors flash behind your eyes while electricity seems to flow through you, consuming you. 

Marcus moans, barely lasting another thrust before he is pushing deep, grinding into you until he cums. Pouring into you like molten heat, filling you and fulfilling that desire to spill his seed inside you. “Fuck, take it.” He hisses. “Take every drop.” 

You whimper while he rocks into you, holding him to you. “Fuck Marcus, so good.” You whisper. “You fill me up so well.” 

His eyes close and smiles as he tucks his head against your neck. He had been afraid that he was going to lose you because of his breeding kink, but it turns out you might have a bit of one yourself. 

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[awmancreeper]

♡Lonely Boy Will Stay Lonely?. 17 - Y/n’s Youngluv era>>>

--❣︎ StayC’s Y/n is notorious for being K-pop’s social butterfly and making friends comes rather easy for her. When she’s asked to be an MC for Inkigayo, one of her co-hosts doesn’t seem too pleased to be working with her. This unknown feeling sparks a drive to become the bestest of friends with him but from the looks of it, he’ll fight her the whole way there.

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 You put your phone down finishing up your business on Twitter. Sitting on the couch as your mc partners got their clothes/makeup touched up, you looked down at your hands nervously fiddling with the black arms warmers you had on.

“All done!” One of the makeup artists said allowing Kai to stand from the chair. He looked over at Jisung who was chatting with one of his members that came along today so he decided to not join that conversation. That left you

The aura in the room was quiet everyone doing their job in silence. Your leg bounced up and down, you were nervous and discouraged. After the MC special stage, you felt like you had fumbled it not being able to hold Kai’s shoulder in the bridge even though you were center. instead, your hand hovered awkwardly over his back nowhere near his shoulder where your other arm sat perfectly over Jisung’s shoulders. Easy to say you were disappointed with yourself and now you had to get ready for the MC introduction.

Kai secretly looked over at you. You hadn’t spoken since the incident of last night, both of you only talking to Jisung but not each other. This awkwardness resulted in the three of you not doing a practice run before the actual stage, even though y’all did well it wasn’t as fun and natural as when at rehearsals.

Although he’s only known you for two weeks, he does know you take pride in your dancing and tend to be self-critical. Also, you looked like a sad puppy messing with your arm warmer.

He sighed and walked over to you sitting on the same couch (just on the other side). This made you stiffen up, still feeling embarrassed for what had happened. This was odd, you always seem to find a way to start a conversation, especially with Kai but there you were lips sealed.

Kai lowkey felt bad, I mean he’s never gone raving about his celebrity crush to his friends but he does know what it’s like to feel embarrassed plus you messed up on stage. He just felt like he needed to reassure you.

“You did really well” his voice startled you but eventually you relaxed. You sighed taking your face into your hands “Don’t lie to me” a muffled voice came from your hands.

You peeked through your fingers to see Kai giving you a soft smile. You sat up a bit tucking a long piece of fringe behind your ear “Thanks but I know I could’ve done better” You returned a smile but it came out rather lopsided. “There’s always next time” he said with a chuckle and you followed but it quickly died down.

“Hey Kai, I’m sorry about the whole Soobin thing. It probably made you uncomfortable-“ but Huening Kai waved you off “No it’s completely fine,” he said nonchalantly “Really?”

He nodded “I guess I kinda overreacted calling you creepy and stuff” You raised a brow “You called me creepy?” But he just ignored you and continued on “But it’s pretty cool to know that you’re an actual fan of us… well I hope all of us” You giggled

The whole green room looked over at you and Kai seeing you giggle. It was the the aura of the room completely switched up being more livelier, the staffs were talking and joking around, Ji and his member Chenle spoke a bit louder and somehow the music that was playing in the background sounded more prominent. Even Kai could’ve sworn he saw the flowers bloom outside.

He smiled finally understanding the power of your smile or laugh

He wanted more of it

“I promise it’s all of you” you joked covering your smile with your hand “well not in a crazy way I swear, and I won’t fan girl in front of you”

He nodded “you don’t have to, I’m fine it”

“Plus what kinda a friend would I be if you couldn’t be yourself around me”

You felt your cheeks heat up “you’re my friend?” You questioned while he looked over at you like you were dumb “well yeah I thought you-“

You stood up “YAY!!” Throwing yourself over kai engulfing him in a hug. Everyone look over shocked as you were practicing were on top of Kai. Even Hyuka was shook this being the first time you actually hugged him.

His hands froze under you “o-okay that’s enough” he tried to speak out but his red face caught a glimpse of Jisung over your shoulder “y’all cuddling without me?” The next thing you both knew a new weight was added on top.

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[nightseeye]

I spent several hours yesterday just. Drawin ponies and makin headcanons after an offhanded thought i had abt changelings lol

Also a buncha headcanons under the cut also:

Thinking more abt Gossamare (changeling queen oc i just made up .5 sec ago). She was plenty ambitious, as most queens are, but her attentions were turned more towards making sure the Hive had stirdier, longer lasting structures. The reasoning was if there was less time being spent rebuilding their home after an attack, or if smthn just crumbled, than that was less stress and more energy that could be spent Elsewhere (like getting food). I think changelings were pretty nomadic as a species beforehand, and while Gossamare didn't introduce a sedentary lifestyle, it was still a fairly new thing, so permanent architecture wasnt really. Good. So it fixed that. Discovered changeling-equivalent concrete, except better bc it was also pretty damn flexible. And self repairing to some extent. Stole architecture from ponies. Even talked with celestia a few times (also fought celestia a few times) (bc she was stealing. It got cleared up but Still). Was stern and kinda strict but Fair. Left its hive in a pretty prosperous era, even if the queens after the next fumbled it kinda badly.

Genral timeline idea: crystal empire era -> [queens after it falls] -> [queen who became sedentary] -> [queen] -> [queen] -> Gossamare -> [2-3 generations of queens] -> Chrysalis -> Thorax (will be poking at this more as i figure out more changeling things, i want the crystal empire to be kinda far back in changeling history, a legend, but not quite mythical status)

Ideas:

• Changelings were nomadic, though they generally (peacefully) stayed around the crystal empire just bein buddies. Cue Sombra fuckin it, and bam. No more good food source and also their buddies are gone. And its Cold. Changelings skeedadle, become true nomads, separate into diff hives for whatever reasons and settle into different nations. Now following the hive that settled into equestria, changelings are. Wary. Decide to stay hidden. Prob the traditionalists+idealists who didnt want to stray too far from the empire in case it came back soon. They settle, roam around, til one day a queen just plops down and doesnt move. Thus the end of the nomad life, although changelings still have little satellite location away from the main hive. Just lil bases and shit yknow? Still not super fond of this enforced hiding thing, but reveals tend to always go super bad, if not from the get-go, then some shit happens later that usually kills the parties in question. So. Hiding it is.

• (Re; the crystal empire: canon says its been gone 1k years, but LUNA was gone 1k years, so ive decided its maybe like. 7k years for the crystal empire. Or just, longer than 1k!!! I want that to be a collective fail on Celestia AND Luna's part, not just Celestia)

• Theres probably stories in changeling history referring to crystal ponies, and a good portion of the empire's population are changelings, or have changeling heritage. Possibly when changelings intially fled, there were a good portion of crystal ponies among them, but their descendants are now just changelings (maybe with a slight sparkle, or having an easier time shifting into ponies.idk)

• When the Crystal empire returned, there definitely an awkward readjustment period, not only from Sombra's tyranny, but that a solid third or more of their population was now... disdained, to put it lightly, by other ponies and now also their new monarchs! And when they found out about the whole Canterlot wedding incident, well. They kept that to theirselves. Its not til Thorax is accepted as a citizen that the crystal ponies reveal that some of them are crystal changelings as well, and it goes over-! Pretty well! A little strained, and more awkward readjusting happens, but overall it goes well (Cadence is pretty sad that she made her citizens feel they had to hide this, but understands. Thorax is mildly upset but it puts some earlier events before that episode happening into better perspective)

• Queens generally die one of 3 ways: Being overthrown and killed, dying against an enemy, or starving bc the amount of love gained can no longer support their appetite. Generally the 3rd happening tends to cause the first, as sometimes those particular queens will start eating into the stores of love meant to support the hive as a whole, thus starving the entire hive along with her. So the hive kills her to stop that. Other times the queen will go out as gracefully as possible, either dying against an enemy in combat, or simply. Starving. Its stressful as fuck to watch, esp if the changeling respect that queen, even if its known to be the better of several options. Theyre generally pretty long lived (abt 500 years give or take) but when its over its Joever (at least until Thorax but not talkin abt that).

• Job is ya gender. Changeling language doesnt really have singular pronouns, mostly just [job][description][name] type deals. Queens have special pronouns though. Changelings have also adopted pronouns from other languages sometimes, but it tends to be more of a like. Curiousity than anything super serious

#THIS HAS NO TAGS WTF #my little pony #mlp #mlp changelings #changelings #queen chrysalis #twilight #pinkie pie #fluttershy #mlp oc #princess celestia #crystal pony #nighty arts #sketch #headcanons

[pastel-omegas-blog]

Hey champ. I’ve been reading your fics since you started posting Sweet Desires on Quotev, you might even remember me from your comments, although I’ve changed usernames multiple times. Your stories are always incredible, you get me addicted every single time. Anyways, I would like to ask you how was MC and Marrav as kids? Like when they first met as young kids, and then when they married in their pre teen (?) years.

Pardon if this is a bother, though. Thanks for the attention, mate.

Ahhhhhhh💕 really from Sweet desires, my early fumbling days.

I'm so glad you've stuck around to see me do more

MARRAV

Honestly there is no history of anything wrong going on between them it's all Marrav's fault

M/N and Marrav were bethroted to each other when the omega was four and the prince was eight.

Marrav's father, the late Emperor was the one who picked out the h/c pup specially for his son, telling Marrav to watch and take good care of him and for a while the young pup did.

He saw his young fiance as weak and fragile so he took it upon himself to make sure well taken care of and eating properly.

Young Marrav made sure M/N had the best, made sure the servants treated him properly and met his every need.

After all his husband only deserved the very best.

The first two years were honestly fluff filled.

These caring moments are the ones the d/c man still hold on to dearly.

When Marrav turned eleven his attitude started to change.

The kind caring pup was gone and in it's place was a young brash rude alpha that had suddenly developed a god complex.

This Marrav absolutely detest the thought of M/N being his future mate.

How can he, a strong powerful prodigy that has talent and strength be paired up with a scrawny good for nothing omega ?!

What had his father been thinking ?!

He tries to push away the h/c pup away from him, not wanting to do anything with him.

What changed this sweet boy that formerly would do absolutely anything for his future husband was noting his over growing ego.

People have always been praising him because of his imperial blood and being recognized as being a genius, but it hadn't really changed his innocent childlike mind set ( he had been a little arrogant before but nothing too bad ) but then people started saying he was too good for something like M/N.

The people would praise his strength and then say that something like M/N who couldn't even cast any single månå spell didn't deserve to be his future husband.

And after hearing this so much he started to believe them and his mother's pampering just makes this attitude worse.

The empress Evangeline absolutely hates the thought of her precious little pup having to marry that little devil's container.

And she makes it known with how she's constantly fighting with her sickly husband to get him to change his mind and with how horribly she treats the h/c boy.

 Marrav is a momma's boy and since his mother refuses for M/N to be the person to carry the next generation of Vermillion heirs, then he  doesn't want him too.

But nothing they do will make the Emperor change his mind.

So Marrav gets creative.

If he can't get his father to listen then he'll make M/N leave.

So from then on his treatment becomes worse.

From insulting to publicly disgracing the poor pup to even going as far as hitting him in some times to get him to leave him alone.

But no matter what he does M/N doesn't ever complain or leave him alone. It's almost as if the s/c pup has been brain washed to not find any fault in anything he does.

If Marrav yells at him he doesn't cry.

If he makes fun of him he takes it quietly.

If he pushes him down to the ground he just gets up and dusts himself even if he scrapes his hands and knees.

He hates hearing his name come out of that ' things ' mouth so he bans the other from saying it.

" Of course your majesty , if that's what makes you happy then I'll do it "

The young pup says giving him an innocent smile.

A smile that Marrav has now grown to hate.

When Marrav turns fourteen his father dies and he's set to inherit the throne.

That's if he marries M/N. 

If he doesn't the throne will be passed to either one of his younger brothers or cousin.

This is the turning point for Marrav.

Being forced to marry who in his mind is a good for nothing useless bug that will bring nothing but shame to his family name solidifies the already massive hate he has for the innocent omega.

The marriage ceremony between the two is bleak, colourless and depressing.

Once the vows are said Marrav doesn't move to kiss the M/N, he just stared at him with venom and hate before walking out of the hall.

Once the marriage has been concluded the dark haired alpha has M/N shipped off to the small dingy mansion at the edge of the imperial palace grounds.

How he treats him from then on is very well known by now.

But M/N at least this version of him doesn't see any fault in Marrav's attitude so he blames himself and goes through extreme length to get his husband to notice him.

Doing all the kingdoms paperwork, striking deals with neighbouring country's, listening to the former Empress every word and over all just over exerting himself to make Marrav happy and notice him for even just a second.

He misses the warm look and sweet smile that the alpha used to give him when they were younger.

He misses all the care  the dark haired man used to have for him.

It hurts him so much how drastically his love has changed.

All those happy moments.

He'll do anything to get that back, even if it means sacrificing himself and we'll being to achieve it.

#omegaverse #mc #dearly detested #ask #nobility #omega male reader #x omega male reader #x male reader #Marrav

[fran-in-the-deep]

Another spark

Shoko Ieri x Reader (Canon)

~600 words | fluff and comfort | established relationship | Reader is a sorcerer

The lighter clicked, its faint flame flickering in the late night breeze. Shoko brought her hand up to shield the fire, but it got extinguished before she got to light her cigarette. With a sigh she leaned back against the concrete wall of the morgue behind her, looking up at the clouded sky.

“Well, fuck.”

The lighter clicked, clicked, clicked again, only emitting sparks. Stupid thing. Shoko had never been fit for the character of the dark brooding mortician, mysteriously lurking in the shadows and exhaling cigarette smoke. She smoked because she was stressed and was up late at night because the work just never ended. Be it the dead, dying or living, they kept her busy at all times, although the latter were by far the most exhausting.

The metal door creaked as it opened and Shoko took a step back from it, irritated. Nobody but her ever used this side exit, as it let into a dead end. She didn’t have too much time to think more about it as an all too familiar figure stepped out onto the gravelled ground. Shoko crossed her arms in an effort to hide her tension.

“Did something go wrong on the mission?”

You were back early. Being back early usually raised more deep red flags than running late, because it meant that someone hadn’t kept up for long. With usually more difficult missions assigned to sorcerers of rank initially too low for it, it happened regularly, as there simply weren’t enough people. But you were back. You always came back for her.

“It was alright for once. Nobody got injured. We were lucky.”

You came over, the gravel crunching under your shoes, yet Shoko was busy looking you up and down, making sure you were really free of any injuries. Some only ever showed after battle. Not that she could see anything under the crappy light of the only exterior lamp above. The moon didn’t feel like showing up from behind the clouds today apparently. Not very romantic.

“Good.” Shoko also wasn’t very romantic.

“Not smoking today?” You leaned against the wall next to her, shoulder to shoulder. Shoko fumbled around to store away the cigarette and lighter in the pockets of her lab coat with a sigh.

“Guess the universe was on my side. Lighter was out of gas just as you arrived.”

As much as Shoko was in dire need of a cigarette right now, she craved your presence even more.

“Isn’t that my side? Not wanting you to smoke?” You asked as you took her hand, which made Shoko arch even closer, resting her head against you.

“It saved me a shower.” Shoko didn’t want you to pretend not to care about the smell the cigarettes left on her. She knew you did, which was why she was on her ninth attempt to fully quit. So of course you had to catch her with her one desperate cigarette. At least she got to be close to you now.

Too much thinking. She closed her eyes. It had been a long day. A long week since you were gone, not once having enough time in between missions to return. Yet somehow you always came back, all to adept at lighting up the space where that dark, deep loneliness inside her chest usually resided. You were the answer to the question of who would heal the healer.

“How about a coffee instead?” Your hand-holding had turned into a gentle hug. Shoko opened her eyes again, giving you a genuine smile. She liked the idea. You made the best coffee, one cup was enough to get her through any given day or night.

“Sounds good to me.”

Although now you were there, Shoko didn’t even need the coffee.

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A/N: I'm back with my agenda of being the change I want to see and there isn't enough content solely focused on Shoko out there so I'm going to write it myself and have a fun time writing.

#shoko ieiri #shoko x reader #shoko ieri x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #fran-fiction writings

[ohtobealady]

October Prompts

2 October: Cobbled

Her heeled shoes made small echoes around them, and Robert felt the small, cobbled courtyard grow ever smaller. He wanted to be anywhere but alone with her; and yet he wanted nothing more but to be. Was this what his life was now?

“Goodness, but it was warm in there,” she sighed, and Robert glanced at her. The tiara in her hair sparkled in the dim light. 

“Mmm,” he agreed. “Quite warm.”

“I suppose it’s no wonder with how many people dancing. Scarcely room to turn round.” 

“Yes,” he agreed again, and his mouth went dry. He had to think of something else to say, something to stave off what he felt he needed to do most. The reason he asked her to get some air with him. He wet his lips. “Though I’m sure Lord and Lady Wiltshire are pleased with the turn out.”

His wife nodded, and in his periphery, her tiara continued to glitter. He'd not seen her yet in a tiara -- not like this. She'd not been married last Season. “I’m sure.”

It was quiet; the only sound was the soft three-quarter measure of music coming from the open doors, and in the quiet he could sense the way Cora grew impatient. He watched her from the corner of his eye as she looked up at the London sky and then back around the small courtyard. Then sigh. She'd been having fun.

“That’s new?” he tried at last.

She turned to him, and her hand went to her hair. “What?”

“The tiara? Is it one of Mama’s?”

“Oh.” She smiled but shook her head. “Mother bought it. It was my wedding gift.”

He felt himself blush a bit, feeling a little foolish for not having known. “It’s very nice.” He told her, and then, blushed again, his memories from the night before flooding all of his senses. 

You feel so very nice. 

“Ro—“

“I wanted—“

“Oh,” she laughed at their awkward fumbling effort at conversation, their talking over one another, and he watched his wife smile at him. “Sorry, go on.”

“No,” he insisted, almost relieved. “Please. You were saying?”

“Well—“ he didn't like the way her voice seemed less patient now. Less coy. “Did you need something?” 

“Need something?” Oh, what was he going to do? Only echo everything she said? Again, his stomach flipped over itself: I need you. I need you. Oh what had possessed him to say such things aloud?

“Yes. You did ask me out here with you.” Cora's chin lowered. “Have I … have I done something wrong?”

“No, no,” he assured her. “It isn’t you. It’s …”

Her brows lifted, her head shook. “It’s…?”

He had tried to plan this out: he’d cobbled together strings of sentences that seemed right, seemed appropriate for the way he'd behaved — kissing and tasting her in places they’d not yet ventured; for the things he said to her — all the terrible base things his mind usually conjured up when they laid together about the way she felt and looked and smelled. 

He knew the three or four lines of apology he’d rehearsed would only get him so far, but he couldn’t have her think him a sort of cad — a man who could say such things to his wife and feel unashamed by them.

“I wanted to apologize for last night.”

Oh. But the response he thought he’d receive — the sigh, the head shake, perhaps the blush — did not come. Instead she only stared, her face unreadable. 

“That is,” he clarified, drawing in a breath, “I’m afraid I let my inebriation get the better of my manners.” Two of his practiced lines, gone. 

“I don’t recall your being drunk.”

He blinked. No. He hadn’t been, not really. He’d been warm and loose and carefree, but not inebriated. And he could tell she intended on calling his bluff. “No, I admit, I was not drunk, at least, not entirely.”

“So, you wanted to apologize for what, exactly?”

Oh, dear. He hadn’t expected this at all. “When we, that is, when I came to you last night.” He felt his stomach twist into a wet knot, and he lowered his voice. “To your room.”

Although his wife again only stared, this time her expression was clearly readable, even to him: fallen, still features, the pink corners of her mouth dipping nearly imperceptibly downward, the soft drop of her shoulders. “Oh.”

His not so carefully-woven plan was quickly unraveling, him still quickly pulling at the thread. And now he found himself already at line three: “You see, I’d never want you to feel uncomfortable or uneasy with me, and I realize now that you might have been, as I was not myself.”

“I wasn’t uncomfortable, Robert. I ….” Even in the dim light of the party going on just ten yards beyond them, the blush he had expected earlier now rose in her cheeks, and she suddenly looked quite pretty. Robert felt he may be ill. “I thought you could sense that.” 

He could indeed, her gasps and whimpers of pleasure had spurred him on in the moment. But twenty-four hours later, the guilt he felt gnawed voraciously at his conscience. 

She loved him. It was no secret; it had never been a secret. And he did not love her. 

It was cruel to her. It was cruel to have behaved that way: eager and adoring. It was cruel to that lovely woman standing before him, her heart as clearly upon her sleeve as the tiara in her dark hair. Robert felt the last piece of the apology he’d silently rehearsed rise in his throat like bile. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

He tried to ignore the way the music floated around the little cobblestoned courtyard, like a dream. He tried to ignore the way her tiara sparkled in the dim light, like the way her eyes sometimes sparkled up at him when she smiled. But most of all, he tried to ignore the way his own heart sank lower, down into the sick pit of his stomach. 

By admitting that aloud – admitting he didn’t wish to hurt her – he realized he had. 

“We’d better go back in,” Cora said at last. Her voice was flatter than usual. “People will talk.”

All he could do was nod -- for he did not know what to say -- and follow her back into the party, her tiara twinkling in the twilight.

#cobert drabbles #cobert october #ughhhh i tried

[thesamoanqueen]

Trust

Raiting: 14+

Warnings: Mob Boss Roman Reigns; Mention of blood.

A/N: Requested by @queengreenarrowmia89 , sorry if it took so long.

The bed was empty, not a news. And neither was hearing noises inside the house during the night, from that room. Even if it wasn't a good sign.

She got out of bed silently, pulling on her robe to cover the night suit she'd been wearing and reached under the mattress, pulling out the taser to hide it in her pocket. Her phone in the other, ready to call him in case of an emergency. The hallway was brightened, the lights never went out inside that house and a part of her didn't mind that simple precaution at all in a situation like that. Barefoot, she crossed the few feet that separated her from the home office, trying to listen carefully just in case someone was speaking, but her attention quickly moved to the carpet beneath her. It was wet.

Blood.

And she couldn't hold back any longer. She walked into her husband's private office without a care, with dirty toes and finally saw him, slouched on the desk, as he fumbled with a first aid kit by the lamplight.

- What did you do? – she complained in alarm, catching up with him in a few steps.

She snatched the staple gun from his hand before Roman could even look up and tossed it on the desk, next to something shiny and equally bloodstained that she didn't want to see inside their home.

- I woke you up apparently - Roman greeted regretfully, passing a hand through her hair with love, while she cleaned the wound with the entire disinfectant bottle.

- You were shot. – she replied quickly, pressing the clean gauze against his open hip, her other hand already resting on his solid abs as he thrust her chin up for her to look at him.

She and Roman had met when she was just a teen. In those days she lived inside a car, near the school where she studied, eating ready-made food and snacks, hoping to have a different life in the future, a career, a family. She still remembered the first time she'd seen him, she'd tried hard to stay out of trouble, but that night she just couldn't help it. It had happened by chance, she had seen him leaning against the car, in that parking lot and her eyes hadn't been able to tear themselves away from him, despite what was happening should have frightened her…

He'd let her go, when he could have gotten rid of her without too much trouble and the day after he'd waited for her outside school and the day after that, for a month before she'd found the strength to talk to him. He was already a dangerous man in those days, but he was good to her, he treated her like no one had ever done and Jo had dived on him without thinking twice. She had believed him and now years later, they had a house, she was a doctor and the things she had to worry about weren't what they used to be.

- It's just family business, they didn't succeed. As always. – he tried to reassure her as she sighed heavily.

- I'm your family… - she reminded him, slowly rubbing his thumb on his skin.

She had never pretended not to know. She had known before even finding out who Roman Reigns really was, but now what she had in front of her, was no longer just the slightly too sexy mob of the city. He was her husband, the man with whom she had built everything, with whom she shared her life and she didn't want to start over, find herself alone and heartbroken, for a deal gone wrong .

- And you're the reason Im keeping to stay alive. Sometimes. – she heard him joking, pinching her cheek as she was a little girl and Jo, pushed away his hand annoyed.

- Cannot stand you – she objected, as he already disguised the pain to hold her close.

- Thats a lie… Good girls don't lie.

The tone in which he whispered in her ear warmed her cheeks and her body seemed to suddenly come alive at that call, but she still felt her heart pounding in her chest and although she was sadly used to it, they wouldnt have rolled on the desk doing things. Not tonight and with his hip like that.

- Roman-

- You have my word and I always keep my word. - he announced seriously, letting her head rest on his chest, his arms wrapped around her and his lips filling her head with kisses.

- I'll drag you out of the coffin if you don't.

- Thats my wife.

- You the worst – she muttered, unable to hold back her smile, feeling him rocking her hips despite everything.

That day when they had first spoken, he had promised to take care of her and he really did, he still did it and again Jo would have believed him, despite the blood on her feet and the empty bed. She would have worried and set him on his feet in every way, but she would have believed him because mob or not, Roman always kept his word.

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[drsteggy]

Happy New Year, have some fluff

So, I’m going over my WIP stuff to see what makes sense to keep and what makes sense to toss in the wood pile and I found this. Pretty sure it was written for some ZeLink week thing and then I never did the rest of the prompts despite a plan. That week always happens in one of the busiest parts of my year so although I always want to, it rarely actually happens. But this did and I like it so time to release it to the world.

The Dragon of Lanayru on AO3 but if you’re not logged in, I’ll share it below the cut

What if she says no?

Why are there so many butterflies in his gut?

Would she say no?

He flips the top of the small black box open again, nearly fumbling it and its precious contents to the ground. The inside is lined with deep blue velvet, encasing a silver ring with a silent princess of diamond and sapphire on it. It was a custom order. It had taken six months. He had to take out one old talus for some of the stones.

He runs a finger over one of the jeweled petals. He hopes it’s enough. He hopes it isn’t too much. She has practically said yes when they have had vague talks about their future.

Would she say no? Why does part of him think she would say no?

He closes the box and slips it into a pocket, before moving it to a bag on his belt that buckles closed. He closes his eyes and smiles to himself. The ring is real. He can work on making the rest of it real.

*********

It’s been a decade since the Calamity ended. They move through the world together with different rhythms than what he recalls from before. He still has holes in his memory, still has moments when he feels the world twist and lurch and sometimes he comes away with some new puzzle piece of his past that doesn’t always make sense.

The world continues on its own, as well. There were so few who remembered the Hyrule of over a hundred years earlier when he first staggered out of that cave, blinking at the sun. There are even fewer now, as Impa and Robbie have both gone on to the Sacred Realm.

He wishes Impa could officiate. That will be Paya’s duty instead.

He will have to ask her. After he asks Zelda.

It’s been two months since he received the little black box lined in blue velvet. He opens it every day, inspecting the delicate jeweled blossom inside. He keeps it tucked safely in the bag with the buckles on his belt.

It’s almost time.

They are in Kakariko this week so Zelda can meet with Paya and discuss some discovery she has made with Purah. Link does not understand all the nuances, not the way she does. She is so excited to have the time to meet with people who do. She is so much smarter than he is.

He is glad to give her that time, if it makes her happy.

He picks her up at what is now Paya’s house, just as the sun begins a lazy slide toward the western horizon. He offers her his arm and she takes it with a warm smile, falling into step with him.

He’s moved the small black box lined with deep blue velvet to his pants pocket. His long tunic covers up the bulge it creates. She probably won’t see it.

“I was thinking,” he says. “How about dinner at one of the places on Lanayru promenade?”

“It’s a bit of a walk, isn’t it?” She wrinkles her forehead at the idea. It’s been a long day. Thinking is hard work. As hard as physical work, from what he’s seen. A different hard, maybe, but she seems tired after talking about ideas all day.

Lanayru promenade experienced a renaissance since the end of the Calamity. The broad cobblestone roads have been repaired; shops and restaurants have thrived. It’s not quite an extension of Kakariko, yet not quite its own entity either.

“I promise it’s worth it.” He tells her.

********

Dinner is perfectly prepared Hyrule bass, caught that morning; roasted and served on a bed of wild greens. Their table is private and offers a view of the falls that feed the waterway. They flirt quietly in the candle light as twilight rises, only standing to leave after the waitstaff checks in a third time.

He holds her close and she melts into him, her fingers tracing his collarbone, light as a firefly, striking sparks on his skin. He cups the back of her skull, dragging his thumb along the nape of her neck, breathing her in.

“This has been a lovely evening. Thank you so much.” Her fingers trail off his chest and down his arm before falling off. “It’s late and I’m tired, let’s go back.”

Let’s go back. That won’t work in his plan.

“Hey,” he catches her hand, slipping his fingers between hers. “The dragon is supposed to fly over the promenade soon. Don’t you want to see the dragon?”

She meets his eyes with a sigh and bites her lip. He watches her weigh that offer with the promise of a warm bed. The moment stretches out, and he starts to scramble for a backup plan he doesn’t have. He swallows and hopes she doesn’t see when she says, a little resigned, “Okay. Let’s see the dragon.”

He holds himself still, though he wants to bounce on the balls of his feet. “I know the best spot.”

He leads her up the promenade a little, trying to not seem to eager or excited. There’s an overpass crossing the water and he walks her up the stone steps, taking a place along the railing, facing Mount Lanayru where the dragon makes her home. There’s a crowd already forming, waiting for the dragon’s nightly appearance. Zelda places her hands on the railing and he stands behind her, resting his chin in her shoulder, his hands over hers. The night is a little cooler than he expected, so he hopes when he shivers against her,it doesn’t seem odd to her.

The wind picks up and Link looks along the promenade. Naydra is right on time. Her front pair of limbs lazily swim through the air as she makes her rounds, ignoring the mortals below her. Zelda gasps beside him. Has she never seen this beautiful blue dragon who watches over the Spring of Wisdom? He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close as he shivers, hairs standing up on his neck.

He remembers the first time he saw the dragon. She had been twisted around the icy stones hiding the Spring of Wisdom, malice coating her, contorting her in unnatural, painful ways. He stood before her, unsure if she would strike him dead for the sin of seeing her in such a state.

Instead, she asked him to free her.

He wonders if Naydra ever noticed him again. She doesn’t seem to now as she makes her rounds. Her body stretches over them, icy crystals falling from the air around her. She swims onward, silent, keeping her own council.

Zelda’s face is tilted upwards, her mouth open. He can feel her smile against his cheeks.

Naydra’s tail with its wide blue-green spikes finally passes overhead

“Oh,” Zelda’s breath is warm against his ear. “Thank you. That was lovely. I’m glad you brought me here.”

Naydra had repaid him by leading his to a secret behind the spring, helping him toward this very moment.

He slips his hand into his pocket, and draws out the small black box with the deep blue velvet lining and it’s own secret inside. He holds it before her and flips open the lid as she cocks her head in curiosity. He trembles against her when she gasps again, understanding the implied question.

She turns to face him, tears in her eyes, joy on her features.

“Yes. Yes. Of course. Yes.”

She cups his face in her hands and pulls him to her, meeting his mouth with hers. The temperature always drops when Naydra passes by overhead, and Zelda is so warm, so warm. Her lips and tongue play against his; he is barely aware of the people around them cheering the dragon on.

Yes. She said yes.

#my fic #my writing #legend of zelda fanfiction #breath of the Wild #the legend of zelda

[foundtherightwords]

The Quiet Chaos - Chapter 4

Pairing: Billy Knight (Lethal White/Strike) x OFC

Summary: After a bad breakup throws her carefully-planned life into disarray, Esme has sworn off dating forever. However, when she forms an unexpected connection with a young man named Billy, who's dealing with his own struggles, Esme is forced to face the truth: sometimes you can't plan for love.  

Warnings: mental health issues, angst, slow-burn, developing relationship, dysfunctional family, some violence (non-graphic), some smut (non-explicit)

Chapter warning: discussions of mental illness (so sorry if I got anything wrong)

Chapter word count: 4.9k

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Chapter 4 - First Date(s)

It's strange, how putting a label on a relationship can change its nature. If Esme had been nervous about hanging out with Billy before, when they were not-dating, then she agonized about their "official" date now, wondering what to do, where to go, what to wear. It was so excruciating that she almost regretted asking Billy out. She should've just let their relationship progress naturally. But it was too late for that now.

Thinking back, Esme realized she'd never had to take the initiative on a first date. Her first boyfriend, Marco, was part of her friend group in school, so they just did a lot of the same things and went to the same places; she never had to decide anything. After Marco decided to take a gap year and completely ghosted her, he was followed by a string of casual dates, where she just went along with whatever her dates suggested. And then she met Neil during her third year in uni, and that was that.

Billy, on the other hand, was happy to defer to her, and now, for the first time in a long time, Esme found her suggestions being listened to and accepted. It was rather a heady experience.

She thought it best to stay in the area that they were both familiar with, but even then, the choices were overwhelming. In the end, she decided on an Indian restaurant she'd once eaten at, not far from the clinic. It was the safest bet. The food was good, there was something for everybody, and the atmosphere was cozy and homey, nothing to make one nervous.

Still, Esme couldn't stop her heart from hammering that Friday night, when she entered the restaurant with its colorful glass lamps swinging from the ceiling, their rainbow rays reflected on the walls, and the soft twang of sitar from the speakers. It was warm inside the restaurant, much too warm, and she started to regret her choice of a sky blue dress, afraid she was going to sweat and the sweat stains were going to show. But then the warm, spicy smell of food hit her, and her nervousness was temporarily forgotten as her stomach growled. She had hardly eaten anything that day, partly from nerves, but mostly from wanting to save room for the delicious fare.

She saw Billy seated at a table by the window and approached him. There were already some poppadoms and an array of dips in front of him, and he was so busy fiddling with them that he didn't notice her until she was quite near. Fumbling, he stood up and immediately knocked over the bowl of lime pickles. "Shit," he muttered to himself, then "Sorry," to Esme.

Esme smiled at him. It made her feel better, knowing that he was nervous too.

"You look nice," he said. She thanked him and smiled again, though with some uncertainty this time. She wished she could say the same to him. Although he had put on a clean pair of jeans and a nicer shirt than his usual tee-and-hoodie, there was something rather unkempt about him, different from his general scruffiness. The sunken, almost feverish look in his eyes didn't help either.

"I'm not late, am I?" she asked, though she knew she was not.

"No, I was early. I asked them not to bring out the poppadoms right away but they still did, and now they've gone kind of soft—I wonder if they would warm them—have you ever had a poppadom and cheese sandwich?"

In the few months they'd known each other, that was perhaps the most he had ever spoken to her in one go. "Uh, no, can't say that I have," she replied, slightly bemused.

"It's great. You get some old poppadom, warm it up in the oven, put in some cheese—something sharp, like Cheddar, was best—Double Gloucester was good too—why do they call it Double Gloucester? Is it bigger than the Single?—you let it melt a little, then some mango chutney, it's almost like jam—where is that waitress?!"

He was talking brightly and excitedly, but far too much and too fast. The prickle in Esme's stomach was back, and it was not from hunger. To calm herself, she picked up a piece of poppadom, only to realize Billy had almost crushed them into oblivion.

"When I was leftover—no, I mean when I was a kid, we would have leftover poppadoms from Indian the previous night, and I'd have poppadom and cheese for lunch," he continued. The waitress arrived just then, interrupting Billy's discourse on the superiority of a poppadom-cheese sandwich. Perhaps that was why he looked almost irritated when the waitress asked if they were ready to order, and barely glanced at the proffered menu. Esme ordered extra poppadoms, chicken madras, and rice. For a moment, she tried to remember how spicy the madras was and wondered if it was wise to eat something so strongly flavored on a first date. But if we both eat it, we'll cancel each other out anyway, she thought, and blushed when she realized the implication of that. To hide her embarrassment, she asked Billy if he wanted to share some bhindi bhaji. He didn't appear to be listening. His eyes were fixed on the rainbow patterns made by the lamps on the wall, like one hypnotized.

"Billy?"

With difficulty, he tore his eyes away from the light and started ordering a ton of food, in the same rapid-fire speech. The waitress couldn't write down his order fast enough. Esme kept quiet out of politeness, but once the waitress was gone, she turned to Billy and said teasingly, "Hungry, are we?"

"Sure am." He grinned at her. "We never had a lot of Indian when I was a kid," he said, picking up his story as if there was no interruption at all. "If you want decent Indian—go to Faringdon or Wantage. In our village, there was only this one curry place, and I remembered it was horrible. They would just add curry powder into some unidentified meat stew and call it a curry. Us kids used to tell all sorts of horror stories about what was really in that stew. Jimmy once told me it was dog meat—"

"Who's Jimmy?"

This time, she was sure he deliberately ignored her question. "How's Angua?" he said.

"She's fine, she's settling in—"

"You left her at home?" he interrupted her.

"She'll be all right for a few hours."

"But we might be at it all night!"

As soon as those words were out of his mouth, Billy looked horrified.

Esme raised an eyebrow.

"Please tell me that's a joke about how long it'll take us to eat all that food you've just ordered and not what I think it is," she said in an icy voice that her younger siblings all knew very well.

"I'm sorry!" Billy said through the fingers clamped over his mouth. "I'm so sorry! I didn't—I don't—I didn't mean to say that!"

"Then what did you mean to say?"

Billy looked at her with such despair in his eyes that Esme's anger was almost forgotten.

"I—I have something to tell you," he said.

"What?" She steeled herself for the worst and returned his gaze with a hard, unblinking stare that wouldn't look out of place on a certain stern old witch that was her namesake. On the inside, though, she was screaming. Oh please, please don't reveal some sort of awful secret. My self-esteem can't take another blow.

"I have this—condition." He took a deep breath.

Condition? What kind of condition?! Is that code for "I'm actually a terrible human being and this is my excuse"?

"I have schizoaffective disorder," he said, his earlier excitement gone, his shoulders slumped in misery.

It was so unexpected that for a moment, all Esme felt was a sense of anticlimactic relief. But then came confusion and concern. She wasn't familiar with mental illnesses. She had her share of anxiety, of course, and some of her friends from veterinary school had struggled with depression, but that was normal for anyone in the medical field. All she heard was "schizo", and her mind immediately went to schizophrenia. Probably there was a difference, but she didn't know what, and didn't feel like asking, for fear of stressing Billy out even more. Suddenly it all made sense, his tic, his jumpiness, his slight paranoia, his mentions of therapist and medications.

"Please say something," he said miserably.

Esme floundered for words. She felt sorry for him, but she didn't know enough about his condition to talk about it. In the end, she settled for honesty. "I'm sorry, but I don't know what to say," she said, trying to sound as kind as possible.

"I usually have it under control, but what with the stress and the excitement of the date, I got hypomanic," he explained, then immediately added, "I'm not blaming you!" His hands reached across the table for hers, but he appeared to think better of it and drew them back again, keeping them twisted in his lap. "I'm just—I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner—I was going to, I meant to, I really did. But I—I didn't want to frighten you away—" His words were running together again. His right hand started its tic-like movement to tap his nose and chest, but he slammed it on the table, so hard Esme was afraid he was going to knock over the rest of the dip. Several heads in the restaurant turned toward them. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Esme looked at his usually strong and capable hand, now trembling on the table, and it wrung her heart. Whatever it was that he was going through, it was not his fault. That much she knew. She put her hand over his. "It's OK," she said. It was all she could think of to say at the moment, but that seemed enough for Billy. His trembling ceased, and his breathing slowed.

Just then, the waitress arrived with their food. Esme turned to her with an apologetic look. "So sorry to bother you, but I'm not feeling very well. Could we have this as a takeaway?"

After seeing Billy safely back to his flat in East Ham, laden down with his takeaway boxes ("I'll be eating Indian for a week," he said with a sad, sheepish smile), Esme returned to her own flat. Mentally and emotionally, she was exhausted and just wanted to curl up in bed, but she was still starving—it's funny how your body still functions and craves sustenance, even when your mind doesn't. Eating an entire curry was too much for her though, so she just nibbled on some poppadoms. Then, without really thinking about it, she rummaged in her fridge and found some Cheddar to go with it. He was right, it was delicious. It was like eating cheese with very crispy crackers.

But the thought of Billy squeezed her heart again. Unable to sleep, she looked up his condition and soon fell down a rabbit hole of websites and blogs and forums about mental illnesses. Unfamiliar, unsettling phrases jumped out at her. Psychosis. Hallucinations. Delusions. Paranoia. Mood disorder. At first, it was only her bad luck that she lamented —she had finally found someone she liked, someone kind and considerate, and he turned out to have a mental illness.

Hang on, her voice of conscience piped up. He is still kind and considerate. His mental illness doesn't define him. It's a part of him, but not all of him. The more she read about Billy's condition, the less she thought about herself, and the sorrier for him she felt. How he must be struggling, and how difficult it must be for him, to build up the courage to just talk to her. And she knew that he didn't want her pity. He wanted her understanding and her support. But could she give it to him?

She hadn't been in a lot of relationships—just two long enough to be called serious, plus a handful of casual dates—but all of them have turned out disappointing, so she knew what it was like to put so much faith into someone, only for them to let you down. How much that hurt. And from what she'd been reading about it, Billy's condition was a tough one to deal with. It would be terrible if she made him a promise and couldn't keep it.

At times like these, Esme wished she had a close friend with whom she could confide everything. But she had always been a loner. Most of her friends from uni were busy with their own lives now, and she'd never been close enough with any of them to talk about things like this. As for her family... Her parents would just say vaguely "It's your life, darling, we trust your judgment" and go back to whatever their latest projects were. Dad was making a pool house for frogs out of glass, and Mum was writing a story about frogs building a pool house, probably. Her younger siblings might have cheered her on when she broke up with Neil, who they declared a snob and a half, but they would also remind her that she was the sensible one in the family, and therefore must make the sensible choice. Which, in this case, meant not getting into a relationship with someone struggling with a mental illness. Besides, they were not that kind of family. Oh, they were certainly friendly, even affectionate with each other, and her parents always encouraged Esme and her siblings to express themselves, but when it came to personal feelings, you'd better sort that out on your own, love.

Esme looked around at her living room with its perfect white walls and perfectly arranged furniture, and sighed. She'd always valued order in her life. It was one of the reasons she'd gone out with Neil. One of the reasons she studied science and medicine and became a vet. It wasn't teenage rebellion (in fact, her parents had been quite supportive.) It was to give her life some sense of order and control, after the chaos of being dragged from pillar to post by her parents throughout most of her childhood. And now, with Billy, she was facing another kind of chaos, chaos of the unknown, and she wasn't sure she could handle it.

More chaos than Neil's infidelity? More chaos than how your life has turned out in the past seven months? She recalled Billy's sweet eyes and warm smiles, how he calmed her down, paradoxically enough, how she could nerd out with him, without being afraid of getting mocked or laughed at, how she felt more sure of herself around him. Would that be enough? Would that be enough for her to stay with him and face these unknown things? And would that be enough to silence her insecurities?

The next day was Saturday. Esme went to the rescue center as usual, wistfully remembering how she and Billy had agreed on a Friday night date just in case it turned out disastrous, so they could have another go on Saturday, when they met to walk the dogs. But Billy didn't show up.

"Where's Billy?" Priya asked, while Esme was attaching the leashes to the dogs and trying in vain to fend off their excited jumps. Angua sat patiently to the side, waiting.

"He's—um, not feeling well." Which was technically the truth. She hadn't checked in with him since the previous night, but she imagined he would want some space. And then, because she had been turning the matter over in her head until it was as battered as one of the dogs' chew toys, she blurted out, "Priya, do you know anything about schizoaffective disorder?"

Priya shrugged. "Not much. Why'd you ask?"

Esme bent over the dogs again to hide her flush. She didn't want to go around revealing Billy's condition to people. "A friend of mine just got diagnosed, and I was wondering how I could help, that's all," she mumbled, hoping Priya wouldn't put two and two together.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That's rough," Priya said. "It's good that you want to help though, most people wouldn't even bother." Her words pricked at Esme's conscience. "It's like with the disabled dogs, you know," Priya continued.

Esme protested, with a shocked laugh, "A person with mental illness was not a dog, Priya!"

"I know. I'm just saying, most people won't adopt those dogs because they're disabled, but they're still lovely creatures, you know? And if we don't give them a chance, who would?"

Those words were still playing in loops in Esme's mind when she returned home that evening. If we don't give them a chance, who would? She wondered whether it was she who was giving Billy a chance, or the other way around.

She mulled over the matter for another day, reading some more first-hand accounts of people with the condition and their struggles with dating and relationships. Then, when she came into work that Monday evening and realized she actually missed Billy, her mind was made up.

She gave him a call. He picked up immediately, as if he was waiting by the phone.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"I'm alright," he said. "A bit calmer, now. I think it wasn't just the date, but the stress of keeping this a secret from you—"

"I'm sorry if I made you feel like you have to keep it a secret."

"No, no, it's not your fault, it's—it's just not something I want to go round advertising, you know?"

"I understand," she said quietly. And she did. She might not know what it was like to live with a mental illness, but she knew what it was like to be judged, to be pitied, for things that were out of her control. She'd had enough of that after the end of her engagement. Then she asked, "Can we talk?"

"We are talking." She could hear the slight smile in his voice, and it cheered her up to know she could still make him smile.

"Not on the phone." This was too important to discuss on the phone. "Can I come by your flat tomorrow? Or do you want to go somewhere else?"

Billy took a moment to answer. "It's OK, you can come by. I'm taking a few days off work anyway."

"We can go somewhere else, if that's too stressful for you."

"No. 's fine. I'll see you tomorrow."

Esme had been by Billy's flat a few times but never gone in. It was on a residential street lined with terraced houses and a few blocks of converted flats, some with tiny, neglected gardens out front, but most were just bordered by squares of concrete and stacked with garbage bins. While her own street was not exactly Belgravia, it always made Esme sad to know Billy lived in such a depressing place.

The inside was not much better. It was a tiny two-room flat, but the lack of furniture made it seem bigger. In the front room, which doubled as the living room and bedroom, there was a sofa bed, a TV stand that held no TV, only a CD player and a stack of audiobook CDs, and a rickety table. The other room, which was the kitchen/dining room, was equally spartan, with a small fridge, a hot plate, a toaster oven, a table and two chairs. The windows were covered with Venetian blinds, and the walls were empty, but Esme sensed that unlike her pristine flat, the emptiness was not by choice. There was no personal touch, no memento or decoration, unless one counted the blocks and slabs of wood of all shapes and sizes that were currently scattered on every available surface of both rooms.

"Sorry for the mess," Billy said awkwardly, sweeping some wood chips off of the sofa. "The charlady took the week off."

Clearly, it was a joke to make her feel more at ease. Esme smiled, and he visibly relaxed. "What are those?" she asked, pointing at the pieces of wood, which had all been carved or cut in some way, but didn't really resemble anything.

"There's going to be an exhibition at the studio, wood carvings and sculptures and things," he explained. "All of the apprentices are encouraged to enter. Last week, I kind of went mad"—he said the word evenly, without any hint of hesitation or self-consciousness—"and came up with loads of ideas, but I couldn't concentrate enough to actually carry one out. I get like that sometimes, when I'm bad. I have all these grandiose plans... A few years ago, I even—" But he cut himself off and said no more.

Esme wondered, again, as she had all weekend, if this was a bad idea. Billy did seem a little better compared to last Friday. His eyes were still sunken, but the feverish look in them was gone, and though he still fiddled with his hands, he moved more steadily. But there was still so much about him she didn't know, so much she couldn't prepare herself for.

She sat down on the sofa, Angua taking her now-customary place by Esme's side. "I brought you some food," she said, opening her tote. "You must be sick of Indian food by now. There're sausage rolls in there, some salad, and mini Bakewell tarts. Made those myself," she added, with a modest grin.

Billy remained standing, looking at her with a mixture of tenderness and mistrust, as though he still wasn't sure of her intentions. "You didn't have to do that," he said.

"I know. I just like to bake when I'm nervous."

"What do you have to be nervous about?"

Esme had prepared a whole speech about how she would like to continue seeing him, how she was willing to learn about his condition, and how she would always be there for him as long as he took care of himself first, but now, as she went over it in her head, it sounded so... rehearsed. Detached. Disingenuous. So she simply took Billy's hand, pulled him down onto the sofa next to her, and wrapped both of her hands around his.

"I've thought about what you told me," she said, "and I don't mind."

Happiness and doubt chase each other across Billy's face. Happiness won, and remained. "Honest?" he asked.

"Yes." She squeezed his hand. "But you have to talk to me. Tell me when you're feeling unwell or uncomfortable. Don't keep things from me. Promise?"

"Promise."

Another awkward pause. Esme wasn't sure if she should kiss him now or not. She was never any good at timing when it came to physical intimacy. But Billy solved her dilemma by throwing his arms around her. "Thank you," he said, his voice choked. She let herself melt into the hug and felt him relax as well.

An impatient whine from Angua, probably due to the enticing smell of the sausage rolls, reminded Esme. "We should eat, before the food gets cold," she said to Billy.

"I was hoping our first proper date would be a little more romantic than this," he said apologetically.

"I've been on worse first dates than this," Esme said, smiling. "Really, it didn't matter."

But something just occurred to Billy, and his face lit up. "How do you feel about a night picnic?"

"This isn't another symptom of your hypomania, was it?" Esme asked as Billy led her up the stairs of the tube station, down another residential street, and into a back lane that ran between allotments. It was late autumn, and already there was a bite in the air, signaling winter to come. Most of the crops had been harvested, but some rows of winter vegetables remained, and the greenhouses and poly tunnels gave the place a homey, rustic look.

"No. I told you, this allotment belongs to Jacob"—Jacob was his boss at the woodworking studio, the kindly Father Christmas-lookalike Esme had met the day she went there to find Billy—"and he lets me come here sometimes. He even gave me the key." He stopped in front of a particularly large greenhouse, which took up almost an entire allotment, and pulled a key out of his pocket to demonstrate. He unlocked the greenhouse and walked in. Angua happily followed him, and, after a moment's hesitation, Esme did as well.

Billy fumbled with some sort of switch in the corner, and strings of fairy lights twinkled to life along the greenhouse's ceiling. Esme blinked in amazement. She was standing in what appeared to be a tropical paradise. Shelves lined either side of the greenhouse, stacked with terracotta pots full of colorful orchids and lilies. Tall ferns were placed here and there amongst the blooms, their fronds almost reaching the ceiling, the fairy lights glimmering amongst them like fireflies. More orchids and ferns and air plants hung from the ceiling. A small bench was placed at the far end, between the shelves, just wide enough for two people.

"Do you help Jacob with any of these?" Esme asked, gesturing at the flowers.

"Don't have much of a green thumb," Billy shrugged. "I made the shelves though."

Esme sat down on the bench and opened the bag of food. Billy squeezed in next to her. "Sorry," he said to Angua, who was forced to stay on the ground, for there was no room left.

After the chill of the autumn air outside, the warmth of the greenhouse was delicious. As they sat and ate and talked, Esme decided to reconsider her idea of a first date. It didn't have to be perfect. This wasn't perfect. The bench was damp, the sausage rolls had gone cold, the salad was limp, and the Bakewell tarts were slightly burned. But it didn't matter, because they were enjoying each other's company, and that was all that mattered. She'd put too much pressure on herself, too much planning, too much second-guessing. That was the problem. She should let her hair down a little, as her younger siblings often said. Don't think, just do.

She glanced at Billy. He seemed to have unwound as well. He was leaning against the back of the bench, talking about his woodworking with an enthusiasm she'd never seen from him before, completely different from his manic ranting at the restaurant the other day. Were those the fairy lights reflected in his eyes, or were his eyes actually sparkling? Esme had always found brown eyes rather dull, but looking at Billy's eyes, framed by long, curling lashes, she could have sworn they could change color, going from a dark brown, almost black, to a warm chocolate, to a bright amber, depending on the light and his mood. They were glowing now, and Esme felt she could get lost in them.

Then he turned to her, and her heart lurched.

"So Jacob lets you come here whenever you want?" she asked, trying to regain her composure. "That's very kind of him."

"Yeah. When I'm—bad, or just want to be alone, all these flowers and plants calm me down."

"So why not go to a park, or a botanic garden?"

"It's safer here," he said. Esme nodded, embarrassed that she didn't think of it. Of course. If Billy was having an episode, the last thing he'd want to do was to go to some public place.

"And what does he say about you bringing girls here?"

Billy gasped. "I've never—I don't—" Then he saw Esme's lips quirk up in a grin, and he grinned too. "You're teasing me, aren't you?"

"I mean it," she said, still grinning. "If you haven't brought other girls here, you should start. Because it's working."

"What's working?" he asked, gazing at her with those mesmerizing eyes.

This would be another moment for a kiss, right? Right?

Don't think, just do.

Esme leaned over and kissed him, by way of answering. His lips were soft, and his beard tickled, the unfamiliar sensation making her laugh. Billy smiled as well, and their teeth knocked together, making Esme laugh harder.

"What's funny?" Billy asked, his lips hovering over hers.

"Nothing. Sorry. I just realized I've never kissed anyone with a beard before."

"You want me to shave?" 

"Maybe later—no, I'm joking! I don't mind the beard."

And to prove it, she kissed him again, still laughing. Billy moved into that laugh, pressing his mouth more firmly against hers, while his hands found their way to her back, holding her close.

She believed they would've stayed like that for much longer if Angua hadn't jumped up between them and demanded their attention. They turned to the dog, both fussing over her, trying to apologize for neglecting her, but unable to stay away for long, they returned to find each other's lips, again and again.

"Wanna go home?" Billy whispered, as they drew apart for the third time.

She pressed her forehead to his, so his eyes filled her vision. "Yes," she said.

Chapter 5

A/N: Poppadoms and Cheddar are really good, actually.

"Don't think, just do" is NOT a Top Gun: Maverick reference! It's a line from Snow Patrol's "You Could Be Happy". I only realized it was in Top Gun: Maverick after I finished the fic and looked it up.

And lastly, yes, I did give one of Eddie's lines (with a bit of modification to make it more British) to Billy. Just a little Easter egg for all the JQ fans out there :)

Taglist: @quinnypixie, @accidentalslag, @etherealglimmer (as always, if you want to be added to the taglist, just let me know!)

#billy knight #billy knight strike #cb strike #billy knight fic #billy knight x ofc #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn character

[animeomegas]

In your post about Light and the reader being childhood friends, I absolutely loved it.💕

So if Light genuinely loved the reader, and the reader loved him back. Does that mean that they had both of their virginity's taken by each other?

If so, then can you give us some hc about it~?😏

And did they become mates after that? Who confessed first? I wanna know everything!📖✍👀

I'm glad you liked it!! I enjoyed that post too haha

Descriptions of n-sfw below~

Yeah, they absolutely lost their virginities to each other. How long they waited would depend on what the alpha's house was like.

At Light's house his mother was almost always there, and if she was gone, she wasn't gone for long, so losing your virginity at his house was not really feasible. If alpha's house was the same, they waited a bit longer, if alpha's house was reliably empty to longer periods of time, then they did it there earlier.

If it had been fully up to them, they would have mated literally immediately when they were like, 16.

They didn't though because of the drama that might've caused.

But they did get mated the second they were 18. Light hid his mark for a bit until he finished school. His alpha proposed in the summer between school and university, and only after Light had a ring on his finger did he reveal that he'd got mated. It was better for his image like that.

(Although part of me thinks it's hilarious for L to figure out that Light is mated while he's still in school and mention it in front of Light's dad XD Light denies it lol He will play the uncomfortable omega card if anyone asks to see his neck, pretending he doesn't want strange alphas to see somewhere like that now that he's older which is why he's wearing high necked jumpers. It works because people jump on L for making Light uncomfortable lmao.)

Both parties were very confident for their first time. They meant everything to each other, there was no embarrassment, they'd changed in front of each other before, they were just both committed to making it as pleasurable as possible for the other person.

Light wanted to lose his virginity riding his alpha because it felt less vulnerable and more like he had control.

That's his favourite position generally.

There was a lot of fumbling around and figuring stuff out, but they both really enjoyed that stage.

And they find out quite a lot about themselves during their first few times. Like Light loves being on top of his alpha and cannot stop spewing dirty words and phrases from his mouth unless you go hard enough to wipe the cocky look off of his face.

(Yes, both of them get off on talking about the perfect new world they're going to create. Psychos XD)

After their first time, they took every opportunity to try again lol, they're both completely love drunk on the other one, but they hate everyone else, so they spend as much time as possible with each other.

When L put cameras in Light room, he didn't use dirty magazines as the excuse for his secrecy, he used condoms and genuinely fucked his alpha for the cameras to throw L off.

Or, perhaps it'd be more accurate to say his alpha fucked him because he was playing the submissive omega as part of his plan.

They went to university in the same place, literally they couldn't handle not being together so they both stayed in the same part of Tokyo. Ideally, they would go to the same university, but if the alpha wasn't as academic, that wouldn't be an option.

Light and this alpha kissed for the first time when they were 12. They knew that their relationship was special, that they didn't feel things for anyone else but each other. It grew very gradually and naturally. Neither one was particularly moving thing forward more than the other, they were just moving forward together.

They absolutely write in the death note together and use each other to cover from L.

Light doesn't refrain from physical affection with his alpha when he's handcuffed to L. He says that he has needs like a normal person and if L doesn't like it he can take off the handcuffs.

When they both lose memory of the death note, they still have a crazy deep relationship that's very intensive.

And yeah, that's basically all I can think of at the moment haha.

It's a very nice soft yandere x soft yandere dynamic that confuses the hell out of L who watches them interact like he's watching a nature documentary.

:D

#asks #death note #n-sfw #light x reader #a/b/o #omegaverse #reader insert #alpha!reader #headcanons #hcs

[wing-ed-thing]

Cliché (Might Guy x Reader, Part I)

Synopsis: The real shinobi work went out to the fearless... which wasn’t you. Teaching was more in your realm of comfort, that is, until you’re teamed up with your old academy classmates to lead the next generation of genin. 

Word Count: 1.6k

Tags/Warnings: @brokennerdalert​ Timid!Reader, Sensei!Reader, Minor Original Characters, Gender Neutral Reader

Part I Part II

Notes: Look familiar? It’s the rewrite! Cliché was my first ever fan fiction and I’ve wanted to rewrite it for a big anniversary (which was pushed way back). Dedicated to @altogetherweathered​ who has been here since day 1.

Sometimes you wondered where the years had gone.

Another year, another batch of genin to train.

You didn’t mind, of course. You looked into the eyes of your new students. Their glossy photographs stared back at you, pinned together with a paperclip. Ryo, Hikaru, Takahiro. They looked sweet and overall, nothing special. They would do nicely. Your eyes scanned the roster, thumbs creasing the paper at the sides as the material began to moisten slightly under the sweaty pads of your fingers. You felt that perhaps you were better at teaching than other types of shinobi work. The real jobs went to the fearless— and you could be honest with yourself— that just wasn’t you. At least with teaching, you received a steady salary. The missions on your roster were genin level for the most part (unless you were summoned for higher level field work which seldom happened). And while children were oftentimes unpredictable, you were never thrown anything outside of your comfort zone. And you could live with that.

Academy from age five, then the chūnin selection exams. A shinobi (or kunoichi) could have their lives planned out from age twelve. Between the mission work and the mandatory academic service required of all non-ANBU, you supposed that this was your prime. You flipped back to the front of your packet to the list of teams that were carefully selected weeks ago. Familiar names associated with faces you hadn’t seen since your teenage years.

Team Asuma. Now that would be one smart team. You remembered Sarutobi well and you didn’t have to have much interaction with him to recognize his brute strength. As you moved down the list, you wondered how he ended up.

Team Kurenai. She probably had about as many reservations as you did. At least that’s what you got through your passing interactions. You seemed to see her most often. Although you could chalk it up mostly to coincidence rather than the fact that Kurenai was a new team teacher this season. With duty, it had been a while since you had an actual conversation with any of your classmates, after all. It was nice knowing you might have a potential ally in all of this. Your eyes fluttered down at the list of names under her. None that you recognized. Although, you weren’t sure why you would recognize any names on the list to begin with.

Team Kakashi. Spirits, bless those children.

Team Guy. You paused. Now there was an underdog. It didn’t take much thinking to remember Might Guy (for he was always far too loud and flashy to forget). A certain amount of anxiety hung over your head like a cloud as a nervous flurry made its way into your chest. You thought back to your academy days, inhaling sharply, as you slowly tried to convince yourself; you’re an adult now, things will be different this time.

“You’re here early.” You barely heard Iruka’s voice over the sound of your yelp. You scrambled back, causing the both of you to stumble in surprise. The younger shinobi held his hands up to his chest, a sheepish expression morphing his lips into an awkward smile. Sheer mortification overtook your heart and your face. Being snuck up on in your line of work was surely something that would keep you up at night for years to come. You fumbled with the roster, putting it down on the desk before remembering that you were supposed to have it anyway.

“So sorry, I was here to pick up the roster and uh… look for you!” You picked the packet back up, gesturing to him with it. He nodded knowingly before making his way over to flip through his masterlist. “Since, you know, I couldn’t make it earlier.”

“Yeah, no, I’m sorry that I wasn’t here. I’m glad you could stop by.” Iruka laughed and the tension in your raised shoulders eased the slightest bit. You wished that you and Iruka were in the same class during the Academy. Maybe things would have been different if you were born two years later. You had to wonder. “I’m still a strong believer that if academic service is required, then sensei should at least be intelligible to be pulled for mission work. I think every year I’ve worked here the team leaders have tried to meet and it’s never worked out for anyone. But I don’t have to tell you that.”

Iruka looked up from his paper flipping, standing with one hand shoved in his pocket as he offered you another gentle smile. You hummed in agreement, mirroring his expression. You had been in mission selection meetings all morning, but as to be expected, you were put on paper-based duties at home base. In all honesty, you were relieved to have missed the action yet again. You always were, although it meant that you didn’t get a lot of interaction with shinobi around your class age. Typically, most of your time revolved around your students and perhaps the jōnin from other student teams if not the same handful of people in the Hokage’s office. Although that interaction was scarce.

“Then I guess it was the usual?” you asked, pulling up a spare chair. Iruka bobbed his head from side to side as he cast his eyes up diagonally.

“Just Kurenai and Asuma. You know how Kakashi is.”

“If timing wasn’t an issue, I’d say that getting to talk to you one-on-one would be a far better system anyway.” You flipped the first page of your information packet, bouncing from the overview to the information specific to your team. “So, tell me about these three. What stands out to you?”

You listened carefully as Iruka walked you through your new team, scribbling down on your papers every now and again. He, like the many other times you had gone over teams with him, was as thorough as you liked. The more you knew about your students from someone who knew them on an academic level— their learning style, their strengths, their weaknesses, their quirks— the more confident you felt in leading them. From your earlier, brief, passing interaction, you knew Kurenai to have a similar team structure: a quiet boy, a quiet girl, and a slightly rowdy boy, all with kekkei genkai. Iruka watched on as you made the last of your notes.

Loud footsteps made their way down the hallway. The sound of boots on tile grew closer, causing both you and Iruka to look towards the door before it swung open with a slam.

“Am I too late?!” You unconsciously sank back into your chair as Might Guy appeared in the doorway. You raised your packet up, although not far enough up to cover your face. You, after all, didn’t want to make your discomfort obvious. Iruka sighed as he quickly thumbed through the papers on his desk.

“Not too late, I have your team overview here.”

“You’re a life-saver, Iruka. Have I told you that?” Guy lumbered over with an exaggerated look of exasperation. Despite your efforts to disappear into your seat (you probably could have if you weaved your hand signs fast enough), Guy’s eyes met yours. The temperature of your cheeks rose as your lips threatened to form a grimace. He glanced from you to Iruka. “Did we have a meeting?”

“No, we were just going over—”

— “I was just going!” You stood a bit too fast and exclaimed a bit too loud. Guy didn’t seem to notice or mind. Iruka handed him his student list. You gripped your own in your hand, trying to work up the courage to inch towards the exit.

“Did you want to go over anything?” Iruka asked Guy, who shook his head. Guy held up a hand, lids closed in self-assurance.

“No worries, my friend, I don’t need to know anything about these new youngins to know that they’re goin’ to be fiery with the hot passion of their youth!” Iruka nodded along. Whatever that means. The both of you made eye contact as you took a few quiet steps towards the door. You mouthed a quick thanks before attempting to take your leave, but Might Guy was far too quick. “Oh!” He exclaimed, causing you to nearly jump. “You’re on your way out? We can talk about this team stuff! What’s your name again?”

Guy strode up to you, rambling more about something that you couldn’t register. You couldn’t look him in his face. Instead, you stood, mostly frozen, staring at the open collar of his jōnin vest. The vest had to be the only thing about his ensemble that changed since your academy days. That and his overall physique. Guy always said that he’d grow tall back when you were children and his prediction certainly came true. If only all wishful thinking could get you what you wanted. You could take in his scent from where you stood. It reminded you of something akin to a freshener sachet for utility bags: woodsy, dark, and clean.

You felt like you were about to pass out.

“I, uh, actually had more questions for Iruka,” you somehow managed to stifle out. You had no idea how you were still standing, let alone talking. Guy didn’t seem to notice your daze and in a moment of unrecallable memories, he disappeared.

The front of a chair knocked against the back of your knees and that’s all it took for you to plop down in the seat. Iruka stood to your side, hand on the top rail as he fanned you with his student file. He took in your flustered face in silence. He thought it best not to remark on your decade old crush or let on to the fact that everyone seemed to know except for Might Guy.

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Naruto AU where no one wears open toed shoes lol

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