#am i tempted to upload that one too? yes i am.

[wantbytaemin]

spot the difference game [LEVEL IMPOSSIBLE]

#i think why i love it so much. aside from the throwing it in a circle bit. is the SMUG happy face he makes #usually i hate when grown people act cute but sometimes. man. sometimes they just do it right like he’s actually cute which is the WORST #and also he did it again not even just once but like 3 more times btw once w the catallena bow on his head #am i tempted to upload that one too? yes i am. #stray kids #medvjedić lino

[daichiduskdrop]

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CHAPTER 01

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: pretty much none for this chapter! Just a nice fluffy, protective and sweet chapter :)

A/N: hi everyone! Thank you all so much for your support I received for the prologue chapter I uploaded yesterday. I am really happy and grateful. If you enjoy the story, please let me know. I'm always looking for advice. English isn't my first language so please be patient :))

Also, I saw other people use taglists for accounts, I'm not 100% how it works, but if anyone would be interested I will try to figure it out.

Please take care of yourself. I love you.

Words count: 3385

Prologue:

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"Hyung? Hello?"

"Hm? What's up? Are you guys on your way? Jin is starting to stress out 'bout it."

His voice sounded calm, not worried one bit. It was obvious he was most definitely sitting by the fireplace, reading some poetry book. Kook got him one not too long ago as a thank-you gift, and before leaving with Yoongi, Jimin did notice it laying on the couch.

The youngest loved and respected his pack alpha, so showing gratitude in any way was very close to his heart. A simple plant for a nice camping-trip-hike Joon planned for them wasn't too unusual, a new pair of limited edition sneakers was granted, or a nice book of poetry, bought at the seasonal book fairs he sneakily visited, so the alpha would be surprised.

Of course, Jungkook often spoiled all of his other pack members, but among the pack, it was quite usual to buy Namjoon occasional small gifts. After all, he was keeping them well-kept, safe, warm, and fed.

Sure, they all may be alphas, suited to take care of themselves, and they did, but sometimes handing off the lead and worries to him was just too tempting. They needed to rent a house for a weekend stay in a different country? Joon would by no means even allow them to try and do it. The pack wants to buy ice-cream? Yes, he will go on and order it for the group, making sure to not forget any of the complicated toppings and flavor combinations.

Namjoon still had occasional mishaps, accidentally breaking new tableware, another controller, or losing his keys over and over, but his pack never took it too wrongly and knew of all the good he brought to them. It always outweighed the clumsiness.

"Yea hyung, we are on our way to the car right now, but-"

It didn't take him too long to notice that Jimin's voice was softer than usual, and even without being able to smell his scent, he was able to sense a sort of worrying undertone.

While he could start firing out questions right away, it wasn't his first day dealing with any issues involving his younger packmates. Everything could be sorted calmly in pretty much every situation, and he was a big believer of that fact. Though when he heard a whimper in the background of the call, he too grew worried. He sat up, putting the small book away. Unconsciously, he paid attention to everyone in the house at the moment; Jin's smell was in the kitchen, the occasional sizzling of oil and pots heard, Taehyung's scent upstairs, a bit too far for him to be able to sense what exactly he was doing, noting of Hobi's bright smell in his studio downstairs, and Jungkook's, also on the bottom-floor gym.

"Jimin-ah? What is it?" He didn't sound too overly concerned, even if he was quite worried. He didn't hear Chim sound so stressed in some time for sure. It was quite usual for the pack alpha's to try to bring peace to the pack, always have a rational mind and calm any agitation and anxiety.

Listening closely, only a bit of shuffling and fumbling noises could be heard.

"Um..- we met an omega..-"

A longer pause continued, and a faint voice of Yoongi in the background. He didn't hear him speaking so softly in a very long time, making Joon's eyebrows furrow only deeper.

"An omega? Are they okay?"

"No, hyung, something is really wrong..- her scent, she is really, really anxious for some reason-"

"Did you try to settle her? She could have entered omega space; you have to be really careful with that. Where are you right now? I'll come there to help."

"Yoongi hyung said it's the best for us to just take her home to us right now; we just got into the car and are leaving the parking lot now." Jimin said with the faint sound of the motor in the background.

"Alright, that's okay. I'll tell others. It's better for her to be somewhere with only a few specific scents than the mix of ones that belong to the group of strangers. Is she crying?" His question was followed by a soft sound of fabric moving. A shorter pause and then a yes.

Sighing, Namjoon stood up and started to make his way towards the kitchen. Jin looked up but didn't say anything after seeing him calling, and continued cutting up a few onions. Opening one of the top cabinets, he took out an essential oil often used for newly presented alphas for when their nose suddenly got bit too sensitive with the heightened smell. It wasn't uncommon for betas or omegas to use such oils or scented candles either, though.

"Poor cub. Just make sure you drive safe, okay? I'll try to get some things ready for her to nest with; that should help. Hyung is still cooking, but it should be done soon, did you buy the batteries for Tae and Koo?"

"Yea, we did, don't worry. We got some more stuff from that new game store for them too, but you'll see at home. Thank you, we will be there in about.. 10 minutes? I think?"

"Alright. Be careful, talk to you later."

Ending the call and folding his phone into his jeans pocket, the pack alpha looked towards his eldest hyung, who was already staring at him with questions written all over his face.

"What is it? I can smell you are worried, Joon."

For a few moments, he didn't answer, still bit too confused about everything. They didn't have an omega at their pack house basically ever.

"At the mall, they found an omega; she must have been really unsettled, so they tried to help. They are taking her here now."

Once again, talking without any noticeable worry in his voice. It was only his scent that carried a slight stench that was offsetting.

"An omega? Where is their pack? We have to notify her pack alpha; this could be serious."

"Yea, I think so too. Can you give her a meal too? We should have enough for one more person, right?"

Jin turned back around to stir the sizzling pan of glass noodles, softly humming.

"Of course, we have more than enough. You should go tell others. I'll go open windows so there is fresh air here, and it's not too scented for her right away."

"Thanks, hyung. I just hope she won't drop, so let's try to prevent that in any way possible."

Agreeing, he left Jin to his thing and started making his way towards the private studios.

Knocking softly on the doors in a short pattern, he didn't wait too long before he opened the entryway. There sat Hoseok, turned towards him. There was an open file on the screen that he was working on for the past few days.

"Hey, what's up?"

Closing the door after him, the pack alpha took a seat on the large black leather couch.

"I just got a call from Jimin; they are on their way back home. They have an omega with them though, they are taking her to the pack house."

Hobi's eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly.

"Really? Why?"

Sitting up slightly, he kept his eyes on Namjoon.

"Minnie said something was really wrong; she was just too unsettled, and they couldn't find her pack I guess either."

"Oh poor thing, they get really stressed in public places; she must have gotten overwhelmed," softly cooing at the thought of a soft, sad, anxious omega. Hobi always had a soft spot for those in need. And from the description, the little omega must be in need for sure.

"Yea, I think so too. Do you have any new blankets and pillows? Or just anything that's unscented still? We have to prepare at least some nesting materials."

"Probably don't have a blanket per se, but I have bought a new hoodie online, so it should be sealed in plastic and unscented. That could help right?"

"For sure, that would be great," smiling, Hobi stood up and took a still unopened carton box. Ripping off the tape and pulling out a white milky plastic package, a paper written note fell onto the ground. Gasping softly, he bent down in the chair. Handing him the package, he looked at the note, smiling softly. "Ah, look, they wrote me a nice note!" his bright heart-shaped smile brightened up Joon's slightly anxious mood immediately.

Chuckling, the man stood up. "They should! You always order so much!" he said as he opened the door to the hallway. "Thanks hyung, they should be here in a few minutes, okay?"

Now turned back towards the screen, he heard a light "Yup!" making him leave the room, closing the door softly. Now on his way towards the gym, the young pack alpha wasn't too worried about the youngest - or any of his pack members in general.

It was a shock for sure, but they were a healthy pack with strong bonds and relationships, and if Yoongi believed it was best to take the omega to their home, then it definitely was that way. They didn't meet a lot of omegas at their company, since they were only allowed to do very few jobs. Omegas required a good, peaceful company of a similar group that was kept constant, and with how many people mingled during the tours and such, it was hard to keep that up.

Sudden omegadrops were then a bit too usual, causing more worries and stress. Really, there were only a minimal amount of omegas in BigHit; it wasn't common for omegas to work in general either. Some packs that were more modern did support the idea, but the traditional ones were used to pretty much taking care of all of their financial needs.

The door of the gym was left slightly open, so Joon knocked to make himself known and entered. Jungkook was leaning against a wall, breathing heavily with a glass of water in hand. His big eyes widened, and he stood up fully, taking a big gulp.

"Hey hyung," breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath, he ran a hand through his long, messy hair.

"Hey Jungkook, Yoongi called me a few minutes ago; they are on their way home right now, but there will be an unsettled omega coming with them too, okay? Something must have gone wrong for her; I think she might drop on them, so they decided taking her to us will be the best right now."

The youngest didn't say much for a few seconds. Placing his glass on the ground, he came closer to his pack alpha, his scent subconsciously wafting out calming pheromones. It was natural for any alpha or beta to try and calm anyone that was just a bit weak and scared. It just happened naturally.

"Omega? They will want to nest then; we should get some stuff ready quickly.."

"Yea, do you have any unscented stuff lying around?" furrowing his eyebrows in thought, Kook closed his eyes thinking. Wiping off sweat from his face with the bottom of his T-shirt, he nodded.

"Yea, I bought new bed sheets; I think they arrived this morning... And I should also have a pillow that isn't scented by any of you, just me if that works?"

"Thanks Koo, that helps a lot. Can you go get it and take it to the guest room upstairs?" Nodding quickly, they both left the gym, Namjoon quickly squeezing his shoulder in approval.

Walking upstairs, the young pack alpha made his way towards the room that Taehyung was in at the moment. Knocking and opening, his packmate was laying on the bed, softly snoring, covered by a few blankets. Coming to his side, he shook his shoulder, waking him up.

"Yah, Taehyung-ah, wake up; it will be dinner soon," the younger slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times. Sighting out, he sat up, rubbing his eyes and hair out of the way.

"..Huh?" was the only thing the tired man could get out, mumbling incoherent words towards the pack alpha. Knowing he won't get far like this, he sent him to the bathroom to freshen up. He will tell him once he is able to take in information.

Closing the door and making his way back downstairs, he looked at the clock, only to see that it was about 15 minutes since the call. Noticing Jin getting the table ready with Hobi, he placed the packaged jumper on the couch, leaving it there. Taking a seat next to it, he decided to wait for the rest of his pack, listening to any noises from outside.

It didn't take too long until he heard the garage door opening and a car in the entryway. The soft sound of the motor turned off soon, and with that, Joon stood up and walked towards the entry door. He could sense Hoseok and Jin watching him do so.

The cold air hit him; it was still snowing outside, and the strong storm didn't seem to be ending anytime soon. While the nice, snowy Christmas was, in his opinion, superior to the wet, muddy one, it could be dangerous when driving. Knowing so, he watched Yoongi walking towards the entrance, his coat already covered in snow after only a few seconds of being outside. One of his hands was behind his back, seemingly clutching the palm of the omega.

Oh, but the small omega.

His breath hitched in his throat when he could smell her - the sweet, peach-like scent mixed with rose blooms was really nice, but it was covered by the stench of a rotting fruit. She was afraid, anxious, and worried, and the alpha inside of him felt the overwhelming need to keep her safe and secure.

Her hair and scarf covered most of her face, her eyes downcast as she clutched Yoongi's right hand, softly pattering behind him through the shoveled pathway. Jimin closed the garage doors and followed soon after.

Yoongi made short eye contact with Namjoon, only to pull the girl closer to the doors. Stepping out of the way, the alpha addressed her scent, sniffing the top of her head slightly - a traditional way to show she was welcome and allowed to come inside of their packhouse. Her big eyes were still filled with tears, playing with his feelings.

„Hello, what's your name?” Bending to see her face better they stood close to the doors while Jimin and Yoongi started to remove their boots and coats, placing away the plastic bags. Lifting up her chin to place it over the nice thick scarf she wore, she opened her soft lips to speak.

„L/N F-F/N..” the omega mumbled softly, sniffling at the end. The pack alpha was tempted to coo loudly, but held back for now.

„Alright, my name is Kim Namjoon, I'm the pack alpha... What happened hm?” She looked away, with her hands in the pocket, unconsciously bearing her neck just the slightest. When he didn't get an answer, he lifted his hand and softly caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

„It's okay, don't worry. We will help, yea? Come on, let's get your coat off and eat some dinner, okay?” only receiving a soft mumbled yea, the small omega shakily started to untie her gray scarf, the pack alpha helping her when she started to fumble with it. Softly petting her hair when he noticed the way her chin shook and how her nose was soft pink, her cheeks and eyes red and slightly swollen.

„There, there. It's okay now.“ he couldn't hold back the soft coo at the end of the sentence, watching closely when she unzipped her jacket, taking it from her and hanging it up on a free hanger. Helping her step out of the untied boots, he placed them close to the heater so they would dry up.

Yoongi poked his head through the door to the living room, looking at the omega for a second. Left in a pair of loose fit pants and a oversized pink hoodie with white socks, standing close to Namjoon seemingly worried just as she was back in the mall.

„Let's go eat now. Is japchae okay kitty? Jin made you a plate already come on.” he watched as her eyes grew wider for a second, big and bright, still glossy with few tears. „It-It's okay al-pha..” she softly mumbled, slowly walking towards his outstretched hand. Once she was close enough, he took her own and softly squeezed before pulling her after him.

Namjoon went after them, noticing the footprints left by her. While he thought it was quite cute with how she pattered after his packmate like a little pup, the thought of her feet being wet and cold pushed his instincts once again.

Leading her through the big living room, and towards the right where a big table was, with already most of the pack members close by, preparing for the meal and helping around. Just as she entered the living room, all 4 heads shot up at her scent.

Jin was the first one to move, placing the glass carafe down on the table and wiping his hands quickly, before he made his way to their direction. While Yoongi was still softly pulling her along, she notably stiffened up and slowed down, pretty much stopping her movements if it weren't for Namjoon softly patting her back, encouraging her to move forward.

„Hi F/N, I'm Seokjin, but you can just call me Jin okay? How are you?” his soft gaze was kept on her as she shuffled in her spot, before answering in a quiet voice. „It's nice to m-meet you Jin... I'm we-ll, thank you..” avoiding his gaze, she let Yoongi once again pull her along towards the seat near the head of the table.

Jumping in, Hobi was quick to pull out her chair, helping her take a seat and softly ruffling her hair. „There you go.. do you like juice? We have um.. I think we have orange and apple, maybe even peach one. Would you like some?” Looking up at the bright, smily man the small girl unsurely nodded, turning her head towards the pack alpha for approval. She didn't want to overstep her boundaries. Smiling with his dimples showing, he nodded easily while he poured himself a glass of water.

Meanwhile Jungkook, already a step further, looked through the fridge. „Yea, we have a really tasty peach one, I think you would like that one,” he said as he pulled out the chilled glass bottle, opening it „it's from a farm that's at the outskirts of Seoul. Here, let me pour you a glass.”

„Look at the back for the ingredients, we should be careful with those.” Said Jimin while he pulled out clean cuttlery from a drawer. Omegas were known to be very sensitive in general with pretty much anything - food, sicknesses, air pressure and temperatures and noise and a lot more. A stomachache was not what they wanted to happen.

Turning the bottle and reading the ingredients, Jimin soon looked over his shoulder and too studied them. Once reading over the four -pure white peach extract, water, sugar and vitamin C, they deemed it safe enough, pouring the meek omega a tall glass.

Thanking and slightly bowing in her seat, she took a small sip, and once her expression seemed a bit lighter and satisfied with the taste, the youngest alpha sighed out, patting her head. Taking a seat opposite to her, next to Hobi, he started to serve himself a plate of japchae.

The omega's plate was already filled long ago by the pack alpha, who handed her his cuttlery, getting himself a different set when he noticed she didn't have any at her place.

Just as she was going to dig in after another approval nod, with Yoongi on her left side, she heard another pair of footsteps. Another man, with slightly damp hair entered the living room, pulling out another chair and taking a seat with his eyes still slightly closed, only to have them shot open suddenly, focused on her.

„Why is the omega crying?”

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#bts fanfic #hybrid bts #bts x reader #bts a/b/o #bts omegaverse #bts imagine #bts ot7 #ot7 x reader #bts taehyung #bts v #bts namjoon #bts rm x reader #rm #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts jimin #bts jhope #jin bts

[redtippedfox]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!

Old followers remember my Akuma! Adrien Eros design! For this Valentine’s Day I decided to bring him back! I even wrote a small snipet! I know by the time I upload this it’s gonna be late but I had a pretty busy day and I am just glad that I was able to even finish this!

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She couldn’t see anything, Eros’s wings were covering her, she couldn’t see, she couldn’t hear. All she could feel was Adrien’s-no…Eros’s magic trying to transform her, make her surrender to his power. Become what he wanted her to become. The intense feeling of his love was like a noose around her neck, suffocating and sweet. Oh god it was so sweet and warm and it…She was suffocating, she needed air but if she desired air she would have to give in.

Marinette tried to claw at the golden armor of her lover-no! Her friend! He wasn’t her lover! He was her friend! He made that clear that he wasn’t in love with Marinette!

Yes he is, you can have his love if you just give in

Her fingers pulled and scraped against the metallic metal as Eros squeezed tighter, his golden armor shining as bright as the sun. She can feel Adrien’s breath, he’s chuckling, he waiting.

Waiting for her to stop fighting and just surrender

Marinette lets out a muffled cry as another wave of love slams into her, his feathers so soft and comforting, so tempting to just surrender and see the sun again.

He is the sun, you can see him again if you just stop fighting

“Adrien please.” She begs, his wings shift, becoming tighter as he buries his face into her hair. “Please, let me go…Adrien!”

Marinette can’t tell which Miraculous is being used, Juliation, Passion, Pretension? It’s strong, familiar, it might be Diazzi or Ziggy. Orikko could work to but he can’t do anything with love for those concepts belonged to others.

“Adrien, you have to let go! Please! You’ve been Akumatized, this isn’t what you want!” She tries to pull his real self out, but the wings fold in more, Adrien’s head shifts from his place in her hair.

You are what he wants, just give him what he wants, he just wants you

As she struggled Marinette could remember how quickly Adrien had given into Monarchs control, one minute Lila had been whispering something to him, the Akuma sank into his ring and the next he was Eros, flying high into the sky and the diving down, grabbing Marinette and trapping her in his wings.

He learned the truth, he knows you love him, he loves you too…so why fight when he knows?

Marinette couldn’t breathe

He’ll be your oxygen, just give in

Marinette couldn’t see

He’ll be your eyes, just give in

She wanted it to stop!

She needed it to stop! She had to transform! She had to save him!

You can save him by loving him

No! She needed to get out! She needed to-

“Marinette please…just give in…just let me love you the way you did all those years ago”

His voice is the same but it’s weak, it’s vulnerable, it’s needy…it’s full of love.

She gives in

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Marinette intakes her first breath of air, her vision reappears as the soft wings gracefully open up, she feels lighter. Eros’s wings flair out revealing the world around them has changed, it’s prettier and softer. Marinette feels dizzy for a few seconds as he sees the rest of her legs transformed. Her pants and slippers gone as a light pink dress replaces her original clothes.

“There we go, isn’t that better? It feels good to give in rather than fight it.” Adrien chuckles as he looks down at Marinette, his face beaming brightly almost as bright as his halo that resides on his head.

Marinette doesn’t say anything as her conscious is drowned by the loving feeling.

Eros smiles and holds her tight.

“I love you Marinette.”

“Say you love me too”

Marinette gives in.

“I love you too…Adrien.”

Eros has found his Psyche and he doesn’t plan on letting her go.

He’ll make sure she stays

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #fox’s art #my art #akumatized adrien #eros and psyche #valentines day #might turn this into a fic #happy valentine's day #adrienette #adrien x marinette #miraculous fanart

[corvusalbus93]

Clean-up Duty Part 2

Part 1

This is a re-telling of the Veiled Ossuary questline, but if we were accompanied by Khadgar. I just really wanted him to interact more with Senegos and after seeing sdei’s comic, I had to write this. Since it turned out longer than expected, I decided to upload the story in parts, and eventually I will publish the full version on AO3. For the adventurer I used my current main.

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“Senegos’ condition troubles you too, does it not?” Narami asked as they crossed one of the streams running through the ossuary's interior courtyard. Thanks to the spell, she could sense something that direction, wisps of arcane power.

“He was very weak when we first met him in Azsuna, and though he recovered I fear I only delayed the inevitable.”

Her heart felt heavier at his words. “You think it won’t be long now?”

Khadgar looked over his shoulder to where the dragons had gone, his expression already saying all she needed to know. “I fear as much, yes. And I know how powerful Raszageth is, what power it took to shield the three of us. It...troubles me to think that the battle at Vakthros might have hastened his end.”

“Is that why you joined me?”

He gave her a sad smile. “It might be my last chance to help a friend and repay him for saving us.”

They continued on, remaining mostly silent, which more than a little unusual for them. There was always something to talk about, especially with all that had been going on since arriving on the Dragon Isles. For now, however, they focused on finding Senegos’ tomes, searching the various tombs on both sides of the streams, each connected to the others by bridges and plenty of stairs. From time to time they needed to shoo some of the insects or move rubble, but thanks to Stellagosa’s spell, it didn’t take them long to locate the books. Khadgar at times was evidently tempted to linger in some places, and Narami couldn’t deny that her own curiosity was piqued by the ruins around them, but they soon rejoined the dragons farther upstairs, who were overlooking the courtyard.

Senegos seemed a little lost in thought when the two arrived. “Ah... these ancient halls. In the old times, blue dragons would claim a small location in the ossuary where they wished to have their remains sent. We used Dragonblight in Northrend as a final resting place when it was impossible to return to the Isles. Those who could make it back here after Neltharion nearly wiped us out passed within these halls. I was ordered to leave their remains undisturbed. I was the last remaining gravekeeper... tasked to update all the graves before we departed. I was younger, more rebellious then. They gave me the gravekeeper role as a way to teach me responsibility, you know?”

“I assume it didn’t work as intended,” the Archmage said.

“Not at first. It wasn't until the War of the Ancients that I took it seriously.” Senegos sighed, remaining still for a moment before he turned to them. “You have the tomes?”

Narami held up all three. “Of course.”

“In surprisingly good condition,” Khadgar added as she handed them over. “Though I suspect the magical aura I sense has something to do with that.”

“I am glad some things have survived all of this time.” Without missing a beat, Senegos began browsing through the pages, nodding from time to time. Eventually, he put the tomes aside. “Now, for the spell I’ve mentioned. It is my special arcane ball, which you may use to roll up the creatures around here.” An orb of arcane light appeared in his hands, which he gave to Narami, who hesitated for a second before taking it. “The more creatures you roll up, the bigger the ball becomes. The bigger the ball, the bigger the creature you can roll out.”

Khadgar laughed, as he studied the glowing orb in the night elf’s hands. “That’s certainly an entertaining way to handle these pests.”

“You’re welcome to help me,” Narami told him. “This is a big place, and you wouldn’t want me to have all the fun alone.”

“Excellent idea, here.” Another arcane ball appeared in Senegos’ hands, and he tossed it to the Archmage. “I remember having so much fun rolling these creatures up with my spells. Unfortunately, I fear these old bones will not let me move as quickly as I once did. I would love for you to give it a shot. Let me live vicariously through you!”

Khadgar, meanwhile, was already scheming again. “Fascinating. Perhaps I can...” The orb’s hue began to shift a little, going back and forth between purple and violet.

“You’re adding to the spell-work,” Senegos noted.

“Yes, I was thinking it could also draw in objects of a certain size in a small area around it.”

The old dragon leaned closer, though Narami wasn’t certain, if he literary saw what Khadgar was doing or more perceiving it in a way only a practised mage could. “Ah, I tried that, but it kept pulling in all manners of stones. Not very practical.”

Khadgar’s hand motions changed slightly, the orb’s hue starting to drift more into blue. “Perhaps I can limit it to organic objects only. I’m sure picking up a few leaves along the way won’t be a problem. Narami, would you like me to modify yours as well?”

“I’m good, thank you.” Given past experiences, the night elf didn’t want to end up stuck to her arcane ball or for the thing to blow up in her none-mage hands.

As the Archmage continued to manipulate his orb, Senegos looked up to a building even farther up and the mountain. When he spoke, he didn’t seem to be addressing them; it was more like he was whispering to himself. “I have so many memories of this place... though I fear I've forgotten far more than I remember.” A little flash of light from Khadgar’s orb brought him back, his expression brightening in an instant, before he stepped back and shifted into his true form. “Now, we shall meet you at the uppermost tomb.”

Stellagosa followed her grandfather’s lead and both dragons took to the air, leaving the other two to deal with the pests. To maximise efficiency, Khadgar and Narami decided to split up, each taking another route up the ossuary.

The arcane orb did work as promised and each insect it touched was immovably trapped. For now she avoided the bigger ones as advised, until suddenly the orb expanded under her hands. Remembering what Senegos had told her, Narami tried one of the larger bugs, delighted to find that it indeed was now also getting caught in the arcane ball.

A few moments later two shadows passed her by and Narami could hear the old dragon from above. “You're getting the hang of it now! I spent so much time rolling up creatures in my youth...”

Stellagosa’s seemed less impressed. “Grandfather, this seems highly inefficient. Don't you have spells to clear the creatures out instantly?”

“My dear Stellagosa, when you live as long as we do, you must sometimes favor enjoying life over being efficient.”

From somewhere to her right, Narami could hear the Archmage chime in. “He’s right, young one!”

The night elf arched an eyebrow, however decided not to say anything. Despite his appearance, Khadgar was probably the youngest one among them. Narami wasn’t entirely certain how old Stellagosa was, but knew for a fact that she herself was almost twice Khadgar’s age.

She looked over to the other path, were the Archmage was cleaning up. Unlike her he didn’t need to push, instead he motioned his fingers in a consistent pattern and the arcane ball rolled in front of him wherever he directed it to. His modifications seemed to work, as his ball pulled in insects from all around it.

He caught her looking and grinned, adding a mock salute, just as she reached one of the staircases. Narami rolled her eyes, suppressing the sudden childish urge to stick her tongue out in response.

The ball wasn’t heavy, but it had caught plenty of insects, making it big enough that it was becoming increasingly difficult to steer. She couldn’t even look over it, which wasn’t helping. Still, if Khadgar used magic, maybe she could put her own skills to the test. For moment Narami studied the stairs, the curve they followed and shifted her stance. Channelling a little chi, she whirled around and kicked the orb with enough force to knock it forward and up the staircase, gathering even more insects as it went. Near the top it bounced off the railing and thankfully came to a stop at the very top, without rolling back down.

With a satisfied smile on her lips, Narami followed her arcane ball up, the way now perfectly cleared from all wildlife. Meanwhile, the two dragons continued to circle above, watching them. “Hrm... I admit the charm is growing on me a bit.”

“Very good, you two!” Senegos shouted. “Bring the balls closer to the top tomb entrance and launch them into the sky!”

Narami and Khadgar made it to the top around the same time, meeting at the centre of the tombs forecourt. “So, which one of us got more?” the Archmage wondered aloud.

Both arcane balls seemed to be of similar size, filled with helpless insects. It was impossible to count them, but the monk had a different idea. “How about we see, who can launch them further up?”

A moment later both orbs were catapulted sky high, one by magic, one by another chi-empowered kick.

“I think yours is going a little higher.”

They were still travelling, but Narami had a feeling hers was already slowing. He was going to win this one at this rate. “Trying to make me feel better?”

“Is it working?”

Before Narami could answer, a loud bang drew their attention upwards once again. One arcane ball was still flying, the other, however, had been torn to pieces along with the contained insects, while the released energy continued to sparkle like fireworks, illuminating the Ossuary with arcane light. It hadn’t been hers.

“Did yours...just explode?”

“It must have become unstable after I relinquished control.” And he’d tried to give her the same modifications earlier, someone, who could not have controlled the magic in the first place. Narami gave him a look, and he appeared to have realised the same, as he suddenly looked a bit embarrassed. Perhaps he also remembered his promise in Stormwind, to at least try not to add to her list of near-death experiences in the future after his already considerable contributions in the past. “Anyway.”

“Well done, well done.“ Senegos landed beside them, turning into his visage. “Ah, brings back memories, though I think your modifications need a few more minor adjustments, Khadgar.”

“One or two at most.”

He pulled something from his robes. The three books they had just recovered. “Then I think my tomes will be in good hands.”

Khadgar seemed surprised by this gift, but took them, carefully running a hand across one of the leather covers. “Thank you, Senegos. They’ll be well taken care of, you have my word.”

“I know. This way now.”

Narami was about to follow, but noticed that Khadgar wasn’t moving. His eyes were still on the books, and his smile was gone, replaced by a look of sorrow. Considering their earlier conversation it wasn’t difficult to guess why. This felt like a farewell gift.

“Everything alright?” she asked, nonetheless.

A slow nod. “Yes, of course,” Khadgar assured her, as he put the tomes into his bag, though she knew him well enough not to be convinced. “Come, let’s not keep them waiting.”

With Senegos walking at a leisurely pace, they caught up quickly, just as the two dragons entered the tomb.

...to be continued.

#warcraft #world of warcraft #khadgar #archmage khadgar #senegos #dragonflight

[laymedowntorest]

Yes. New fan, hello, I'm here to stay. My emoji is indeed a bat~ ooh I look forward to seeing more of your au. If you're asking how long I waited to look into security breach Uhm... I follow Mark. I didn't watch his videos til 5 months after he uploaded em... And then it took 2 extra month to finish the last 4 videos. - 🦇

Well then, greetings! Hello hello! I am slow at replying pft.

As for the AU(s) I am slowly working at them! One will be a story, the other I'm not too sure if I want to make it a story or just doodles...

If it helps I haven't actually watched any vids xD I follow a fnaf writer who does out of bounds explorations of the daycare and that's it and even then it's all a mystery to me. I need to either look into it or just redesign the plex (WHICH IS TEMPTING)

#ask #anon ask #batman anon

[sleep-deprivedracoon]

Daybreak

This is going to be a multipart series with irregular uploads.

Pairing – Diluc x F! Reader

Timeline – After events in Inazuma and Raiden Shogun’s 2nd story quest.

Warnings – Loss, death, alcohol consumption

Word count - 4098

Chapter 2 – Present

The landscape of Mondstadt hadn’t changed much since you last remembered. The roads were better maintained though. Tonight, the sky was clear, and you admired the twinkling stars. You saw a few hilichurl camps, but you steered clear from them. Hilichurls were easy to handle but you weren’t looking for a fight. As you walk, you hear the galloping of horses getting closer to you. You hoped it was a merchant cart so that you could ask them for a ride. Walking was fine but you wouldn’t mind getting to your destination sooner.

As the sound gets closer, you slow down and turn around.

“I was hoping I would find you.” Diluc was riding a horse while he held a leash on another house. You don’t respond and you just stare at him.

You hear Diluc sigh. “We need to talk, (y/n).”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You look away from him.

“It is a long walk, please take this horse. We can talk on the way.”

“Master Diluc, thank you for your generosity but I am fine.” You bow your head.

“Can you not address me like that? We are friends (y/n).”

“We were friends. Now? I am not so sure.” You emphasize.

“To me, you still are my friend. Please, (y/n) … Get on the horse. I need to tell you the truth.” Diluc extends the leash of the horse to you.

“What truth?” You raise an eyebrow.

“About your father… and mine.”

You hesitate before you take the leash from his hand and climb onto the horse. You gently stroke the horse’s neck, reassuring it that you were not a threat but a friend. Mounted on your horses, the two of you make your way to the winery.

“So… What is it that you wanted to say?” You were curious. The truth? There was more to your father.

“Yes. That. On the day our fathers died, a monster called Ursa the Drake ambushed our transport fleet. The beast was too powerful. I tried my best to stop it and I couldn’t.” Diluc looked at a distance. “Your father was a good man. He tried to protect people and protect me. He wasn’t a fighter, but he was brave. The monster got to him before I could help him.” His face was filled with regret.

“I think he knew the risks.” You mumble.

“But still, I was a knight. My duty was to protect my people and I failed. Seeing so many people die, I felt helpless. That is when my father intervened. He used this object, it resembled a vision, against this monster to injure it. But it wasn’t a vision, it was something with dark energy.” Diluc’s grip on the leash of his horse tightened.

“Was it a delusion?” You ask. The story Diluc told you was different from what you knew. You were told it was an unfortunate incident that was settled by the Knights.

“You know about them?” Diluc sounded surprised.

“You don’t travel across Teyvat without seeing or hearing about them.” You shrug.

“I see. So, the rumors are true that they are expanding the usage of these delusions.” You find him lost in his thought.

“Ahem. Master Diluc?” You try to get his attention.

“Oh yes. Delusions. My father had one and he used it. I never knew he was in possession of it. I still do not know what drove him to get it in the first place…” He sighs. “Delusions are dangerous (y/n), and they are so tempting to non-vision users. But it takes a huge toll on the body and using that delusion is what ultimately killed my father that day. The knights arrived shortly after. Kaeya was with them. But it was too late. I went back to the headquarters, and I was asked to cover up the whole story with lies. It disgusted me that the knights were not only incompetent but also morally corrupt.” He clenches his jaw.

“And that’s why you left?” In the aftermath of that night, you had found out that Diluc had given up his position and resigned from the Knights before he left Mondstadt.

“Yes.”

“I see. Thank you for telling me the truth, Master Diluc.” You see the mansion at the winery from the top of a cliff.

“Can you please stop addressing me like that? You never did that when we were children.” Diluc rolls his eyes.

“We all had to grow up, didn’t we?” You fake a smile.

“I am sorry about what happened that night, (y/n). I was so caught up in my grief and anger that I failed to understand yours. What happened between Kaeya and me that night is personal to Kaeya, but I should have been a better person to you.”

He sounded sincere and you knew he was. Diluc wasn’t the kind of person to fake an apology.

“No. You were right. I needed to grow up. All my life I have spent chasing after you and Kaeya, trying to catch up to you. I was so codependent on you that I had no ambitions of my own. I wasn’t my own person. If it weren’t for that night, I wouldn’t have realized that I had no life of my own or no thoughts of my own. But now, I am happy with who I am. I am independent and I have had experiences that I would cherish the rest of my life.” You smile at him.

“When I returned, three years had passed since you left. I did not know about it. I came to your place hoping to apologize to you. Aunt Sage told me that you too had left Mondstadt and that she hadn’t seen you in years. She told me you joined the adventurer’s guild. She is really proud of you, you know?”

“I know. I just wish she had told me about her illness sooner. I should have been here. Thank you, for looking after her in my absence.” You were grateful that at least someone looked after her. You didn’t want to imagine a situation where your mother was all by herself.

“It’s the least I could do. When I was back, she nagged me about how skinny I had become and insisted on cooking for me regularly. You can’t put a price on that (y/n). I know you want to pay me back but I cannot accept it.” Diluc stops as you’ve reached the mansion.

“Stubborn as always.” You roll your eyes and get off your horse. Diluc does the same. The stable boy takes the two horses.

“Alright then, I’ll see you around.” You turn around to leave the estate to go home but Diluc stops you by grabbing the handle of your bag.

“It’s quite late now. Go home tomorrow.” You hear him behind you.

“I can handle it.” You tug to release your bag from his grip.

“I have plenty of rooms to spare. Rest here today and then you can go check on the house tomorrow. I insist.” Diluc doesn’t budge.

“Fine!” You give in. “This doesn’t mean anything though.” You cross your arms.

“It doesn’t have to.” He leads you to the entrance of the mansion.

“Welcome back, Master Diluc.” The maid at the entrance greets him.

“Please arrange a guest room for (y/n) and make sure her needs are taken care of.” He orders.

“Of course. We already have a room. Would the two of you like something to eat as well?” She looks at you and smiles.

“No. I am good.” You smile back at her.

“I already ate,” Diluc responds as well. “I am sure you’re tired at this point, (y/n). Rest for tonight and I hope we can continue our conversation tomorrow.”

“There’s more?” You raise your eyebrow

“Only one way to find out..” Diluc smiles at you and walks up the stairs.

“Miss... Let me guide you to your room..” A maid distracts you from him.

Diluc had changed. From being a hopeful and charismatic boy, he was now much more reserved. Your mother told you that he spent most of his time alone when he wasn’t doing business. You guessed that ever since that day, all of you had changed. It wasn’t a surprise but deep down, you did miss the good times that you had with your friends. Like Kazuha, there were several times you wished they saw what you had seen in your adventures.

You enter the guest bedroom and set down your belongings. The maid leaves you to rest. You pick up a pair of clean clothes and go to the bathroom to wash off the dirt from your travels. Once you showered and changed, you lay down on the bed. It was softer and more comfortable than any bed you’d ever been on. Before you even realized it, your eyes closed by themselves and you feel your body shutting down.

The room was very bright. You wondered who switched on the lamps of your room. You were sleeping comfortably and now were annoyed that you were woken up. You open your eyes to see that bright, unfiltered sunlight illuminating your room. You looked at the clock and realized that it was around 10.00 am in the morning. You cursed yourself for waking up late. You quickly change into your clothes. Unlike most people in the adventurer’s guild, you despised the green color that they used. You preferred more earthy colors like brown and olive to help you blend with the environment. You also found skirts impractical during travel and combat. So it is safe to say that your outfit was different from that of most people in the adventurer’s guild. Since you were in constant danger from your environment or the people around you like treasure hoarders or hilichurl, you embedded your vision in a starsilver bracelet cuff that your wore on your left hand so that you do not lose your vision.

You leave the room with your belongings and enter the visitors' area. The maid from the previous night spots you.

“Miss... Master Diluc wishes to have tea with you this evening and has requested to me to pass this information on to you and relay your response to him.” She bows.

“Um... Okay... Thanks... And you can just call me (y/n). Please let him know that I shall be there after I take care of things at home.” You exit the mansion and walk towards your house.

The smell of sweet wine permeated the air and it was nostalgic. You could see grapevine fields for miles and employees hard at work. This sight was very familiar to you. You pull out your Kamera from the bag and take a picture. During your travels, you had acquired a Kamera in Sumeru and you would capture views that you felt were important to be remembered. You continued walking towards your house. If memory served right, it shouldn’t take more than 20 minutes by walk.

You pause before your house, taking in its appearance and remembering the last time you saw it. The house from the outside seemed well taken care of. Your mother’s small garden still thrived. You had no doubts that Diluc was behind this. You open the door with a key you found in your mother’s belongings. You enter to find that the inside however, was covered in dust. You leave your bag outside and roll up your sleeves to start cleaning.

You find an old broom in a closet and start sweeping the floors. You also used an old cloth to dust different surfaces. Dust particles filled the air and you couldn’t help but cough every now and then. Once the dust was taken care of, you used your vision to conjure water to clean the floors and anything that needed to be washed. You hear the floor creak behind you and you turn to face the source of the noise.

“I see somebody has a vision now.” Kaeya looked around. “Hmm.. This place sure has seen better days.”

“What do you want, Kaeya?” You glare at him.

“No Sir Alberich anymore? What a shame…” He chuckled. “You know, I always thought you and I would be visionless. Guess I was wrong. But if I ever had to guess what vision you would have received, it would have been Electro or Anemo to buff Diluc. You guys were too close back then. It used to make me so jealous.” He started to examine his nails.

“You’re kidding, right? You guys were practically telepathic. It was me who always trying to catch up to you.” You shook your head at Kaeya’s statement.

“Oh (y/n), clueless as ever. But still, I am surprised that hydro is your element. We’d have made a great team if you were a part of the knights.” He smiled at you. For once, you felt this smile of his to be sincere.

“I probably wouldn’t have gotten my vision if I became a knight.”

“We’d still have made a great team with or without your vision.” He sighed. “That’s why I was mad at you when you failed to show up for the exam.”

“What do you mean? You were mad at me before the exam.” You crossed your arms.

“That’s not true. I wasn’t mad. I was just… processing a few things. Yes, I was rude to you that night. I should have apologized for that and I was going to on the day of your exam. But you never showed up. I was worried that something happened to you and I rushed here to see if you were okay. Your mother explained that you decided to join the adventurer’s guild. She didn’t know when you were planning on coming back.” Kaeya leaned his shoulder against the wall.

“I went on a commission to the thousand winds temple that day.” You explained

“And you never came back. For the longest of times, I thought you went to find Diluc. I mean, it wouldn’t have been surprising at all if you did. To me, it felt like you had chosen him over me. Now, it really doesn’t matter to me anymore. It was quite childish of me to think that way.” He smirked.

“But I didn’t go after him.” You frowned. “I didn’t choose anyone. I put myself first this time.”

“I know. I realized that I was wrong when Diluc came back after three years. I went to the mansion with this ugly vase that I found and he had no idea where you were or what you were up to.” Kaeya walks towards you.

You shrug.

“I'm really glad that you’re back, (y/n). I was worried I would never see you again and I did not want that night to be our last memories of each other.” He smiled.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” You smile at him.

“So… can we not fight anymore and try to get to know each other again?” He extends his hand to you.

You smile at the first memory the two of you shared when you extended your hand to him as kids. You smirk at him and shake his hand. “I can agree to that, Kaeya.”

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Kaeya left shortly after. He’d bought a few sandwiches with him that he shared with you for lunch. You didn’t ask him about his fight with Diluc and neither did he explain it on his own. For you, the fight was no longer important. It was between the two of them and it didn’t involve you. After Kaeya left, you resumed cleaning your house. You kept an eye on the clock as you had to visit Diluc for tea. Once the house was clean, you bring your bag back inside and head to your old bedroom. You place the bag on the floor and you open your cupboard to unpack. A box with red gift wrap captures your attention. That’s right. Your present for Diluc’s 18th birthday. You had forgotten all about it. Even though the two of you had drifted apart, you decided to give it to him today. You had no use for it and in the past, you had put a lot of thought into buying this for him. After helping save a lot of money as a child, you had managed to buy a fragment of Agnidus Agate. You had read that this crystal helps to enhance the capabilities pyro vision bearers when imbued with their weapons or garments or accessories. Although the fragment wasn’t big, you thought it would make a great addition to Diluc’s claymore’s handle. By now, Diluc probably had a gemstone of this but it didn’t matter. You take the box with you as you head back to the mansion.

You were guided to the backyard by the staff and you find Diluc seated by one of the tables. He gets up as he sees you approach.

“Thanks for joining, (y/n).” He pulls out a chair for you to sit on. You take a seat and he sits back in his place. “What do you want to drink? Tea or Coffee or something else?”

“I’d like some mint tea, please.” You answered. You had a lot of tea from different parts of every nation but you could always rely on finding some mint in the wilderness to prepare mint tea whenever you needed a pick-me-up.

“Alright. We’ll have a misty garden and mint tea with some snacks, please.” He tells a maid who nods and hurries away to have everything in order.

“So, how have you been, (y/n)?” Diluc relaxes in his chair.

“I’ve been good, and you?”

“Fine.” He answers.

Awkward silence envelopes the two of you. You decide to stimulate the conversation with your gift.

“Ahem. I got this for your 18thbirthday and I never really had the opportunity to give it to you. I found this today and I thought I owe it to the both of us to finally give this to you.” You place it on the table. “You probably don’t need it anymore.”

Diluc takes the present and slowly skillfully unwraps it without damaging the paper. He opens the box to find the crystal carefully placed in the center. He looks at the crystal and then looks at you. “This must have cost a lot, especially back then when we were young.”

“Don’t worry about that.” You wave your hands dismissing his concerns. “I thought it would help you become stronger and probably a grandmaster one day.”

“Thank you, I will cherish this present.” He picks the crystal fragment from the box.

“I am not sure how useful it would be, you’d probably be better off with a gemstone.” You rub the back of your head. You see the maid return with a tray of your tea and snacks.

“That’s not the point.” Diluc whispers under his breath.

The maid places your tea in front of you. You pick the cup up by its handle and smell the fragrance of the mint. You take a small sip and hum.

“Is it to your liking?” Diluc asks as he sips on his tea.

“It is perfect.” You smile at him.

Diluc places his cup on the table. “The reason I called you here today was to apologize, (y/n). I know I hurt you. I didn’t know any better back then. I realized I had made a lot of mistakes in rage and my pursuit for revenge. I have been working on undoing them but somehow, I could never reach out to you. You always slipped away.” He chuckled.

“I didn’t know you were looking for me.” You raise an eyebrow.

“When I came back, Kaeya told me you left Mondstadt to find me and you never returned. He hadn’t spoken to your mother but he did keep tabs on you via the guild. He said you seemed lost because you and I were at different places at different points in time. I was lost for words. It was only after talking to your mother did I realize that I was so full of myself. You were just doing what you wanted to do.” He picks his cup back up to sip on his tea.

“Kaeya was wrong about a lot of things.” You shake your head. “I became an adventurer to find my own path and I really like exploring new places, meeting new people, having new experiences.”

“I realized that a lot later than I should have.” He nodded. “WE realized it later.” He corrected. “I was also surprised that your mother was unaware of how I behaved with you that night. The first thing she said when she saw me was ‘Master Diluc. Oh look at you, you’ve become nothing but skin and bones. Sit right here while I get something good for you to eat.’ Ever since that day, she came home to check if I have been eating.” He chuckled.

“Sounds like my mom, alright.” You laughed with him.

“Which is why I can’t take this money from you.” He places your pouch of mora on the table. “I owe it to her to pay for her treatment. This is between your mother and me. So I want you to allow me to pay for her treatment and her needs for as long as it is needed.”

“Diluc…” You hesitate.

“Please, (y/n).” He looked you in the eye. His eyes were fueled by emotion.

“I can’t let you pay for her treatment completely. How about a 50/50 split?” You propose an alternative.

“I can live with that.” He nods. “Are you going to be sending money home? If so, I can arrange channels for you.”

“I am staying here for as long as she needs me.” You shake your head. “I am going to be accepting commissions from Mondstadt from now on.”

“I am glad that you’re going to be here for her. I have another request.” Diluc hesitates. “Can I visit your mother like before?”

“You don’t have to ask my permission for that, Diluc.” You roll your eyes. “She makes her own choices and if she has no problems with your visit, then I am not going to stop you from seeing her.”

Diluc nods. “I am glad you’re back, (y/n). Mondstadt didn’t feel the same without you.”

You smile at him. His hair was longer than you remembered it to be. He had gained quite some muscle. He dressed more like Master Crepus now. Unlike Master Crepus, Diluc didn’t grow a beard but his boyish features had disappeared and he now looked quite handsome. He was blessed with good genes after all.

“Is there something on my face?” Diluc interrupts your thoughts.

You quickly look away and feel blood rush into your cheeks. “Ahem, no no. I was just lost in thought about the old days. That’s all.” You finish your tea. “I must go now. I have to change my commission area tomorrow and I am still tired from all the traveling and cleaning.” You stand up from your chair

“Alright. Before you leave, (y/n). Be careful with the type of commissions you accept. Mondstadt is not how we thought it was. The Fatui and the Abyss are constantly up to something. Always stay on guard. If you need any help, don’t hesitate to ask me.” He stands up as well.

“I will be fine.” You raise your left hand to show him your vision.

“Oh.” He reaches out to your hand. His fingers graze the vision. “I am not surprised that you are a vision bearer. A hydro vision… pairs well with cryo doesn’t it…” He nods “and electro!” He quickly adds. “See you soon, (y/n).” He drops his hand and turns around.

That was abrupt, you thought. You shrugged it off. You hadn’t seen him in five years and you knew he had changed. You turn around and walk back to your house thinking about your conversation with Kaeya and him. Kaeya was intuitive. Back then, you did have a puppy crush on Diluc although you knew you had no chance with him. He was a Ragnvindr and he had a legacy to live up to. You were nobody. You knew you were better off being friends with him than ruining things between the two of you. You laughed at the irony of how things had been ruined even without you doing anything. The past was bittersweet for you but you wondered how your present situation would shape the future of your bond with the two brothers.

#diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x y/n #diluc fanfic #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfics #kaeya and diluc #kaeya alberich #Kaeya

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

The Bogart Diaries #22: Morning Snuggles

Masterlists: [All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer]  [The Bogart Diaries]

Characters: Thomas Hunt, Alex, Bogart Hunt (dog) Book: Red Carpet Diaries [Hunt x F!OC] Word Count:  ~500 Rating: General/all the fluff Prompt: chilly ~ @choicesoctoberchallenge

Synopsis: Alex and Bogart enjoy some morning snuggles while Thomas is on location in Europe filming.

Her thumbs glossed across the screen of her phone, replying to Addison's comments on the photo she had just uploaded to Bogart's account

“Good morning, beautiful.” A preview of his text flashed on the top of her screen; her lips turned up at the notification. “I hope you slept well, my love. One more night, and I will be home with you. I am looking forward to it."

“Good afternoon to you, or is it night?” Alex replied. “It’s too early for time zone math. 😩”

“It’s past 10:00 am, Alex. I no longer think the “it's too early” excuse applies for you.”

“🤔 It is if you stay up all night!🌙 😴”

“Are you still in bed?”

"... no."

"Alex!"

“Fine! It's possible that I may still probably be in bed. But in my defense, the company is too good to leave! 😏🤭”

Her phone was silent for a moment; she waited for his reply, hoping he knew she was joking.

“Whoops. I wasn’t supposed to tell you that 😉," she added, trying to get his attention.

Still, no reply came. Alex pouted at the lack of response. She knew he was probably working, but what a time to disappear.

“Thomas!”

“Yes?”

“Aren’t you going to say something?”

“Such as?”

“🥺 What if I'm with someone else? Don’t you care? ”

"Of course, I care. However, I trust you implicitly and know there would not be someone else. How's Bogart?"

She bit her lower lip, trying to contain her smile. He really did know her too well.

Trust is important in any relationship, but especially for them, when they could be forced to spend weeks or even months apart surrounded by some of the most beautiful people in the world. It would tempt anyone, but not them. She knew they were lucky with one another. There was no one else for either of them. "Nice save😍🥰. Can you just go with me for a minute?"

“My apologies. Is this better: 😱 😠 What company? 👀 (I believe I used those emotion icons correctly, yes? Or should I have gone with the red anger expression to convey a higher level of frustration?)”

“(those are perfect, thank you). 🤭 Don’t be jealous, but—” Alex quickly sent the photo of Bogart curled up on his pillow. “Someone has kept me company while you were away. The nights have been long and cold without you. I was weak. You might have to fight my new beau to reclaim your spot.”

"I love you."

"I love you, too. I can't wait to have you back where you belong."

"And I can't wait to have you back where you belong... in my arms."

"Aww 🥺🥺🥺"

"Alex?"

"Yes? 😍️"

"Please tell me you'll wash my pillow before I get home?"

"🙄 Relax, it's not really your pillow. He has his own for when you're gone."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I must get back to filming now. We only have a few more hours until we wrap. I'll call you later?"

The light in her eyes dimmed a little. "Sure. Talk soon 😘"

She hated being so far apart. The last two weeks had felt like an eternity without him, but in a little more than a day, they'd be reunited.

"Until then—" Alex slipped back under the covers, resting her head on the pillow beside Bogart. "I'm thinking we enjoy a day in bed."

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, please consider liking, reblogging, and/or leaving a comment. I would truly appreciate it!

AN#1: Photo credit: I found it on Pinterest, but multiple users have the same photo and I can't seem to find the original owner. If anyone knows who it is, please let me know so I can properly credit them.

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[jaskierswolf]

Hello dearest Overlord!! May we please have a continuation of that brilliant Chicago fic you gifted us? It was SO GOOD I can't stop thinking about it lol

Maya! I meant to have this done for your birthday but life... sorry! Either way! Happy belated birthday! I shall upload to AO3 tomorrow!

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Rated: E

Ship: Geraskier

Summary: After a night of sweat and sex and sin, Geralt knows it's time to apologise for the harsh words. If only he could find the words to say (Yes i'm abusing TAD lyrics... oops)

CW: weapons kink, shaving kink, minor injury, talks of rimming, and general hoeyness.

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Geralt stared up at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the wall. The room stank of sweat and sex, and a warm spicy scent that wafted from the bard that was curled up on his chest. The night before had been possibly some of the best sex in his long life, but it had been tainted with the worry that it was the only chance he would get. Jaskier was still angry, and rightfully so, but it meant that Geralt wasn’t sure if this was the last time he would ever see his most loyal friend and companion. His fingers were softly trailing down Jaskier’s spine, painting flowers into the bard’s bare skin. Geralt couldn’t bear to watch Jaskier sleep. He was too beautiful, even covered in sweat, drooling over Geralt’s chest. Geralt just knew that if he looked then he would never be able to let Jaskier go.

And he couldn’t keep the bard if he didn’t want to stay.

“I can hear you thinking,” Jaskier mumbled, shifting on Geralt’s chest to press a kiss to the exposed skin. “It’s very distracting.”

Geralt huffed a laugh despite his growing anxiety. “Distracting you from sleep?”

“Mhmm.”

They laid like that for a few more moments, neither quite ready to face the day yet. Jaskier seemed to be trying to fall back asleep but after a couple of minutes he groaned and rolled onto his back. He pouted as he looked up at the ceiling, his hair a ruffled mess from where Geralt’s hands had run through it the night before, and there were dark bruises littered all over his neck, creeping down his chest where thick hair covered the pale skin. A stark reminder of Jaskier’s masculinity despite the way he preferred to present to the world.

Geralt swallowed as his cock began to make itself known. It could easily be excused as morning wood if Jaskier had decided that Geralt’s crimes were too dire to forgive, but he couldn’t help but hope.

“It appears that despite my best attempts, I am awake,” Jaskier grumbled, pushing his hands through his hair.

“Hmm,” Geralt agreed, waiting for Jaskier to pass judgement before he really spoke.

“So… witcher,” Jaskier breathed, his voice guarded and cool, making Geralt stiffen as he prepared for the worst. “I think we can both agree, that was a rather fantastic evening of carnal delights.”

“Hmm.”

“But not even sex with dear Melitele herself would make up for, well, you know,” Jaskier rolled onto his side and peered down at Geralt with icy fire in those pretty blue eyes, “the whole ‘if life could give me one blessing’ thing.” Jaskier’s voice deepened in his impersonation of Geralt and his words were accentuated with a flourish.

“Jaskier-”

“I meant it, Geralt. I want an apology, a real one, or forget it. I can find inspiration elsewhere, and well.. I- you probably weren’t my friend at all if you can’t see that what you did was wrong. I may be a bit of a prick sometimes, but I deserve better, Geralt.”

“I know,” Geralt whispered, wondering when the lost puppy that had followed him for so many years had grown up.

How had he never noticed?

“I’m sorry, Jaskier,” he breathed, struggling to find the words to explain just how sorry he was, but hoping that the bard would understand. “I- I was… I,” Geralt growled and covered his face with both hands, his beard scratching at his calloused skin.

The world felt like it was against him as he tried to gather his thoughts, but before he could, Jaskier’s hands were covering his, gently pulling them off his face. “Breathe, darling.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I don’t have the words to put this right.”

“Then show me, dear heart.”

Geralt’s brow furrowed as he gazed up at the bard, shining cornflower blue eyes shimmering in the morning light, his fringe falling down to cover them. He looked beautiful. Geralt reached up to brushed the hair from Jaskier’s eyes but it didn’t work and they both chuckled as Jaskier huffed a breath to try and blow it out of the way. “How?”

“You can start by getting rid of that beard. You look very handsome but my arse itches like a bitch this morning,” Jaskier grumbled.

“You weren’t complaining last night,” Geralt teased.

“Well, I was hardly going to whine about it when you had your tongue up my arse!”

Just like that the ice seemed to have broken and Geralt smirked as he pulled Jaskier into a kiss; the taste was stale and unpleasant on Geralt’s tongue but he didn’t care, he was kissing Jaskier., The bard moaned softly into the kiss, shifting on the bed so that he was straddling Geralt’s hips. Jaskier’s fingers were splayed on Geralt's chest as he rolled his hips against Geralt’s erection, making them both gasp into the kiss. The heat from the night before was back, not blistering and blinding but a slow build of embers as they were once again lost in the taste of each other.

And Geralt felt… happy?

He couldn’t remember the last time he allowed himself to be happy. Perhaps at Kaer Morhen before he set out onto the path for the first time. Before he learned that witchers were no better than the monsters they hunted in the eyes of humanity. There had been some brief moments of happiness when he’d been beside Jaskier on the path, the quiet moments before they went to sleep but Geralt had always been plagued with guilt, worried that he would destroy the fragile being that trusted him.

Of course, his fears had become reality, but in spite of everything Jaskier was still here with him, his lips pressed against Geralt’s neck, hands carding through his hair. So, because of the unfamiliar lightness in his heart, Geralt decided to tease his friend, his love, his bard. He grinned as he captured Jaskier’s lips once more in a bruising kiss, fingers digging into the bard’s hips to hold him close, and then he rubbed his cheek against Jaskier’s.

“Oi!” Jaskier grumbled, sitting back on his heels and glaring down at Geralt.

“What?”

“That beard has got to go,” Jaskier muttered, rubbing at his cheek. “If you really want to do the whole ruggedly handsome thing, which by the way, I don’t hate, then I am showing you how to look after a beard. It’ll be as soft as a baby’s bottom.”

Geralt rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll shave.” Jaskier just grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “What?”

“Or…”

“Jaskier…”

The bard winked, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips in a way that really should be illegal. “If you trust me?”

“I do.”

“Then you’ll let me shave it off. I don’t have a razor but my daggers are plenty sharp enough?”

Geralt blinked, staring up at Jaskier as every single thought he’d ever had left his head. He was suddenly thrown back to the bard’s performance the night before. The way he’d moved, the touches to his skin, the frankly sinful way his body had looked in the corset and tights, an outfit better suited to a whore than a Viscount.

And his voice.

Dark, dangerous, calculating.

The same voice that usually held the warmth of the sun, turned to bitter poison as cold steel flashed in the candle light.

Geralt groaned, pressing his head into Jaskier’s shoulder, as the memory of the bard flipping the daggers in his hands with deadly precision, the edge of the blade glinting as he brushed it against his own neck. It was almost too much to handle, especially now that he’d had a taste of Jaskier, knew the filth the bard’s lips sang in the throes of passion.

“Oh, ho, ho!” Jaskier giggled, his fingers stroking through Geralt’s hair, sending a shiver down his spine. “You like that, don’t you witcher?”

“Shut up, Jaskier.”

“Oh no. No, no, no, I am loving this. I mean, I knew you enjoyed the show but I thought it was just the whole-” Jaskier cut himself off with a wave of his hands. “But it was more than that, wasn’t it, Geralt?”

Geralt was in no place to argue. His cock was impossibly hard and aching, trapped underneath his bard as he continued to roll his hips at a torturously slow pace. Jaskier’s cock was also hard as it moved against Geralt’s stomach, leaving a mess of precum on his skin. The sight made Geralt’s mouth water, and he was tempted to forget the whole beard thing, if it just meant that he could get his lips around Jaskier’s cock. Make his bard sing just like he had the night before, but before Geralt could think about manhandling Jaskier into the right position, the bard had leapt to his feet, leaving Geralt weak and wanting alone on the bed.

“Jask,” he breathed, watching the curve of Jaskier’s bare arse as he danced across the room.

“Be with you in a moment, darling,” the bard sang, sweeter than a nightingale.

And Geralt could do nothing but watch helplessly as Jaskier unsheathed the daggers from their holsters. The steel looked sharp and deadly. They were clearly very real weapons, not props, and Geralt felt his head begin to spin with lust. He had to remind himself to breathe, lest he pass out. Jaskier was too busy inspecting the blades to notice Geralt’s predicament, and he ran a long lutist's finger along the sharp edge of the dagger, hissing slightly as it cut into the skin.

“Sharp enough?” he turned to face Geralt, winking as he licked his lips.

Geralt nodded, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. It was a miracle that Jaskier managed to still speak so eloquently even in the height of arousal, when Geralt could barely remember his own name.

“Brilliant!” Jaskier beamed, hopping back across the room without a care for the weapon in his hand.

He was a disaster.

Geralt honestly wasn’t sure how Jaskier hadn’t cut his own dick off. He clearly had no sense of self preservation, and yet Geralt was going to let him press that dagger to his throat.

Perhaps he was the idiot after all.

“Come now, Geralt, off the bed, I don’t want to get hair on the sheets,” Jaskier waved him over, flipping the dagger absentmindedly in one hand.

Geralt just scoffed. “I think there’s worse things on those sheets, Jaskier.”

“Sit!” Jaskier insisted indignantly pointing at the stool by the basin in the corner of the room.

There was no arguing with that, although Geralt did wonder if Jaskier would turn the blade against him, even in jest, and that thought had his cock throbbing. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so desperate, probably watching Jaskier perform, the searing jealousy as the fake Geralt and Yennefer lay their hands on Jaskier’s body.

Jaskier took no notice of his inner turmoil, of the raging fire burning inside him. Instead, he hummed an unfamiliar tune under his breath as he readied the dagger for its job. After the passion of the night before, the quiet intimacy was almost too much. Geralt just hummed as he settled into an almost meditative state, letting Jaskier move his head around as he needed to without resistance. The bard pressed his leg between Geralt's, staying still but keeping a gentle pressure on Geralt's cock whilst the blade moved methodically across Geralt's skin.

Every stroke of Jaskier's blade against Geralt's skin sent a wave of arousal through his body. He'd never seen Jaskier as anything more than an annoyance on the battlefield, and the calm stillness of the moment made him see his bard in a new light. He wondered whether Jaskier had been holding back on him this whole time or whether this skill with a blade was something he’d learned in their time apart. Without a witcher to protect him, Jasker had no doubt encountered no end of trouble. He’d ended up in the brothel after all… although it was like no brothel that Geralt had ever been to.

“You still with me, sweetheart?” Jaskier breathed almost silently, his lilting voice cutting through the cloud of meditation. Even in his meditation, his senses were locked onto Jaskier, ready to jump into action at a moment’s notice. It was an instinct he’d never realised he’d trained into being, it happened so slowly. One day he was wishing that Jaskier would finally get bored and leave, and the next, Geralt knew he would defend the idiot with his life.

But now it seemed Jaskier could hold his own, and that was just fucking hot.

Geralt didn’t know what was happening to himself. Everything he thought he knew was turning on his head, and he was somewhat irrevocably in love with the bard, he’d barely admitted was his friend.

By the time Jaskier was done, the blade smoothly gliding across Geralt’s skin, a finer shave than any barber he’d been to in all his years.

“Geralt, dear heart?”

“Hmm…”

“There you are,” Jaskier cooed, cupping Geralt’s cheek in his hands until Geralt let his eyes flutter open.

Jaskier was gazing back at him, his eyes blown wide and his cheeks flushed. The scent of arousal in the air made Geralt’s head hazy with lust. Before he could even think about what he was doing, Geralt knocked the dagger from Jaskier’s hand, the steel clattering as it flew across the room and bounced on the floor. The bard opened his mouth to protest but Geralt had been aching and hard for too long, and he was desperate to get his mouth back on Jaskier’s skin.

With a yelp, Jaskier was pushed back onto the bed, whining as Geralt teased the tight rim of muscle. Despite their long night of sex, Geralt would need to stretch him again, and he couldn’t wait. He’d found great pleasure in taking apart his cocky arrogant bard with both his tongue and fingers the night before, and he knew he would quite happily spend a whole lifetime doing it again and again. There was no better music than the noises Jaskier made when Geralt had his tongue lapping at the bard’s hole.

Without warning, Jaskier lunged to the edge of the bed, distracting Geralt with the curve of his arse so he didn’t notice what Jaskier was grabbing at until it was too late. The dagger was at his throat forcing him back onto the mattress, the tip of the blade hooking underneath that wolf medallion.

“Gotcha,” Jaskier winked, knocking all the air from Geralt’s lungs in less than a heartbeat.

“Jask,” he breathed, his words slurred as he struggled to see through the fog of lust.

“If I forgive you, witcher, do you promise not to throw me away like that again?” the bard’s eyes burned, but Jaskier saw through the mask to the scared little boy, one so frightened of being abandoned.

“Never again,” he vowed. “I swear.”

Jaskier let out a soft sigh and the tension visibly melted away from his body. “Good enough for me.”

And then he pressed their bodies together once more in a burning kiss that would stay with Geralt for the rest of his life.

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt/jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier pankratz #wolfie's witcher writing

[dadolorian]

Seven Days of Valentines, (Diamonds and Daddies side story) Whiskey x F!Reader CH 6

A/N: Thanks to @talesfromtheguild​ for Beta reading and helping me with many ideas for this!

I try to keep Readers physical appearance as open as possible for this story, but please note in these chapters shes going to become more of a ‘character’, some specific interests of hers are going to come into play

This is canon to the main Diamonds and Daddies story, but i am uploading as its own thing. You do not need to have read Diamonds and Daddies to read this, just know its a fic about Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels being a Sugar Daddy and the reader is a professional Sugar Baby.

Fandom: Kingsman the golden circle Ship: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Cis F!reader Warning/tags: established relationship, submissive male, P in V sex, handjob, frottage, Oral ( M receiving) edging, dirty talk, Daddy kink, DD/LG/BDSM style relationship, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), aftercare, bondage,, romantic gesture

Let me know if i forget anything

Word count: 5K +

My master list Seven days of Valentines masterlist AO3 LINK

Summary: Jack and Honey Bee have a romantic trip and try a change of roles for the night. 

Saturday 13th of February

“Up and at em Baby!” Jack's familiar, excited tones cut through your peaceful sleep. You loved that he was the first thing you heard in the morning but the call of sleep was too strong, you groaned and tried to bury yourself under the covers more to escape his wake up call.

He was having none of it, pulling the safety of the soft covers off of you, laughing to himself as you whined and curled in on yourself for warmth, a small chill in the air thanks to a heavy snowfall overnight.

“Come on Sugar! Big day! Rise and shine!” He knelt on the bed next to you, gently shaking you awake. You could hear the giddiness in his voice.

“Jack,” you whined, feebly pawing at his pillow, trying to use it as a shield against the early morning light. “Sleep.”

“You can sleep on the train Darlin,” he hummed, gently snatching the pillow from your grip, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “ I need you up and about!”

You poked your head up, looking at him quizzically.

“Train?”

“Yes, train Darlin. Big, big day! So let's get a move on.”

There was no keeping your destination for the day a secret as you walked onto the chilly platform, the signs and intercom may have been in Italian, but you could pick up the word ‘Venice’ easily enough.

Jack winced at the loud squee that escaped you, bouncing up and down excitedly, gripping his arm.

“Venice! Are we really going to Venice Jack?” you asked, buzzing with excitement.

“Yeah Baby, we’re going to Venice,” he said, rubbing his ear with a pained grimace, but smiling warmly at your eagerness.

You were not at all surprised by your first class seating for the journey, Jack wasn't one to skimp on money, especially when it came to you.

Sitting opposite each other in large leather seats that felt like pure luxury, a small table separated the two of you but despite the ample foot room, you could feel one of Jack's expensive boots playfully teasing your ankle.

You gave him a look above the pages of the tourist pamphlet you were reading, and you couldn't help but smile back at the playful grin he gave you as the train pulled away from the station.

The view along the way was stunning, the snow covered Italian countryside, glowing in the slowly rising sun, paired with a much needed warm cup of freshly brewed coffee each.

You never imagined you would experience such a thing.

Fresh italian coffee with a gorgeous, generous man on your way to see one of the most iconic places in the world.

It felt surreal, just like everything else Jack had spoiled you within this trip.

Even in the remnants of winter, the canals of Venice were gorgeous, some of the smaller channels were frozen solid, a beautiful crystal blue, inviting you to try skate on them.

You were half tempted to do so.

The two of you spent the entire day among the canals, shopping, exploring the many streets and waterways, snapping photos, and sampling Italian food.

Jack had promised to take you on a Gondola ride the next time you came, in the warmer months, missing out one one had been the only disappointment of the trip so far, but you couldn't complain. You had never been happier.

Despite the cold weather you did manage to experience some other famed Venice tourist attractions, such as St. Marks Basilica, and Rialto bridge.

The cold didn't make it any less romantic.

In fact you could argue it only added to the romantic atmosphere, snuggling up to Jack as you walked.

You wanted to see more, but there were only so many hours in a day, and the train journey took four of those hours up each way, so before you knew it you were boarding the train back to Rome with your shopping bags and souvenirs.

“I promise next time we come baby, we’ll take two weeks, one for Rome, and one for Venice,” Jack promised you as you boarded the train once again.

You thanked him with a sweet kiss on his cheek as you settled in on the train, awaiting your journey back to your hotel room.

You must have fallen asleep at some point ,as Jack gently shook you awake as the train boarded the station back in Rome.

“Baby, wake up,” he whispered, picking up your bags with one hand. “We’re back.”

You groaned tiredly, taking Jack's other free hand and letting him lead you out of the train and station into the warmth of the waiting car. You snuggled up beside him in the back seat, resting your head on his chest, smiling contentedly as he kissed your forehead affectionately.

Back in the warmth and solitude of your suite you placed your newly acquired bags in the closet, while Jack was on the phone in the living area, ordering some much needed room service for the two of you.

When you came back out you were surprised to finally notice the bed had no gifts laying across it, having come accustomed to it so far. It made you curious as to what Jack had planned that night.

Joining Jack back out in the main living area you wriggled into his arm as he hung up the phone, smiling up at him.

“You enjoy today Baby?” he asked, rocking back and forth slowly as if dancing with you.

“You know I did Jack,” you smiled, leaning against his chest. “Venice was beautiful, I'm so excited to go back there already.”

“I wanna ride one of those fancy Gondola things with you as soon as possible Babe,” he hummed, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“So do I, they look so romantic.”

He hummed in agreement, and the two of you continued to sway together until there was a knock at the door, startling you both.

“Food’s here,” Jack smiled, heading to the door to let the staff in.

You stood to the side not wanting to get in anyone's way as the food was laid out on the table for the two of you, you both thanked the staff, Jack with a generous tip, as they left your suite, leaving the two of you alone.

“So, what's for dinner then Daddy?” you purred, sitting down at the table after he pulled a chair out for you.

“Well, since you took such a shine to that pasta plate I ordered for you last time Darlin, I took the liberty of ordering it again, I hope that's fine by you?” He said, sitting down.

“Of course,” you smiled. “You always know what I like, sometimes before I do.”

“I know my Baby well,” he smiled, taking your hand in his for a quick kiss.

“You take such good care of me.”

“That's my Job Darlin, I take it very seriously,” he smiled, letting go of your hand.

“I'm so grateful you do, I've never felt happier or safer than I do with you.”

“That is quite the compliment, you flatter me Sugar.”

Once the two of you were done with your (as usual, stunning) meals Jack took your hand back in his and gently pulled you to your feet, leading slowly to the bedroom, kissing you gently all along the way.

Out the corner of your eye, you noticed there was still nothing laid out on the bed, causing you to pout.

Jack chuckled into the kiss, resting his hands on your hips.

“Disappointed Baby?” he asked, rubbing your hips affectionately.

“N-no,” you sighed. “It’s just, I was expecting…”

“Expecting what Sugar?” He smiled knowingly. “Tell Daddy just what you were wanting.”

“It’s just, you’ve laid out presents every night so far...I was just expecting...more.”

“More?” Jack chuckled. “Is Daddy not giving you enough?”

“No! That's not what I'm saying,” you said. “I just noticed a pattern...and I just assumed it would continue.”

“Did you now? You assumed Daddy would spoil you with gifts every night?”

“Well, yeah? Based on your notes and all…”

He chuckled again and kissed your cheek. “Well Daddy does have something for you Sugar, it’s just not something you’d be used to.”

He pulled a folded card from his back pocket and handed it to you.

You gave him a questionable look and took it from him carefully, opening it up as he kissed at your neck.

“Day six of seven, I hope you are ready for something a little different tonight Baby, Daddy’s gift to you is him, however you want him, you’re in charge tonight Baby. Happy Valentine’s Week , Love Jack.”

“H-however I want you?” you asked with a gasp as he nibbled at the faded mark on your neck.

“However you want me, Honey Bee.”

Your face flushed, imagining all the things you could do with you in charge for the night, him at your mercy for a change.

“T-then stop kissing my neck Daddy, please,” you sighed, pushing him away gently.

“Please? “ he chuckled. “You need some practice at being in charge, Darlin. Boss me bout a bit.”

“I-I’m not used to taking charge,” you admitted.

“I can see that, we’ll have to do this more often, get you a bit of confidence. Maybe one day you can have me beggin for ya the way you do for me.”

You moaned at the mental image of that, of Jack weak and begging for your touch, pleading for your permission to cum for a change.

“Just do what you’re comfortable with tonight Baby, you might not be there in terms of taking charge just yet, but I will behave and mind my place for now, and then we can still have some fun tonight.”

You smiled and took his hand in yours again, leading him over to the bed.

“T-these all off please,” you ordered gently, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.

He complied, slowly undressing himself for you, first his boots, then he unbuckled his jeans, kicking them away, leaving in a pair of boxer briefs (surprisingly), and his shirt.

He slowly unbuttoned it, smirking at the way your eyes watched him hungrily as his torso was revealed to you.

“You lookin at me like you wanna eat me up Sugar,” he smiled, flinging the shirt to the side, leaving him in just his slowly tenting briefs, a wet patch forming at his tip.

“Can you blame me Daddy?” You smiled back, running your hands up and down his bare chest, manicured nails gently scraping at the slight hair on his chest.

“No Darlin, I do not, cause I know for a fact if this were the other way round I’d be starin at you the same way,” he said, trying hard to keep his hands by his side and not touch you without permission.

You cupped his cheeks in your hands to kiss him, he let you lead, coaxing his mouth open so your tongue could meet his. The two of you moaned together, your hands raked through his hair to pull him closer to you.

His own hands eventually found their way to your hips, pulling you closer, forgetting he had no permission to touch you just yet.

You grabbed his hands in yours, pulling them off of your hips firmly. Breaking the kiss as you did so.

“Ah ah, you didn’t have permission to touch Daddy,” you smiled wickedly.

“Sorry Baby, I forgot,” he purred, smiling back in delight at the confidence you seemed to be showing in taking charge, pulling his hand off of you slowly.

“Lie back against the headboard please Daddy,” you purred back, gently pushing him with your hand.

His smile did not leave his face as he shuffled back, resting on the pillows.

Your smile mirrored his as you slunk back to the walk in wardrobe, stealing away a silk scarf from your belongings, you knew it wouldn’t be enough to fully restrain him, he had proven himself to be far more skilled with knots than yourself but it would offer you the illusion of restraining him, at least for tonight.

“Arm’s up daddy” you instructed as you returned to him, climbing onto the bed and sitting yourself across his lap ,facing him. You rewarded him with a chaste kiss when he obediently followed your instruction.With careful hands you tied his wrists together to the headboard, letting him test the tightness and flex his hands to make sure he was comfortable before continuing.

He gave you a soft smile with a dark eyebrow arched, his expression told you he was amused and curious, and annoyingly a little cocky.

You wanted to wipe that smugness he strutted around with right off his face for once.

You pouted and tapped your painted lips with a manicured finger in thought, debating on how to best get your usually dominant daddy to submit to you for a change.

Jack was a man who loved control, it made you wonder how much you could torture him by taking away that control from him, to have him reliant on you for his pleasure.

“What do I call you tonight Sugar?” Jack asked, while he was trying to act like he wasn’t affected, you could hear the slight change in his voice, it was huskier than usual, he was getting turned on before the fun really started.

“You can keep the usual names for tonight Daddy,” you purred. “I like the sound of you calling me ‘Princess’ or ‘Honeybee’ still while I’m in charge.”

“Oh?” Amusement was clear in his voice. “And I’m still Daddy? Even tied up?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he teased, cocky tone still in his voice.

“Don’t say that like I’m following your instructions Daddy,” you warned playfully. “We’re using those names only because that’s what I want tonight. Is that understood?”

You felt him twitch with interest below you, you teased him further by rocking your hips back and forth slowly.

“Answer the question Daddy,” you warned again.

“Yes Sugar, I understand,” he sighed blissfully, closing his eyes, leaning back and enjoying the sensation of your body rocking across his cock.

“Now, just relax, and enjoy yourself Daddy,” you said, shifting back on his legs and lowering the waistband of his briefs.“I’m just going to have some fun and play with you as much as I want.”

“Sounds like heaven,” Jack moaned lightly, raising his hips for you to help take his underwear off.

You shimmied them down his tone thighs, throwing them to the side with little care

“I'm surprised you wore them at all today Daddy,” you hummed, slowly unzipping the back of the dress you had worn that day.

“Are you pleased with me?” he asked, sounding arrogantly proud of himself.

“I am,” you said as the dress came over your head and tossed to the side as well, joining Jack's pile of clothing on the floor. “But i'm not pleased at the hypocrisy when it comes to underwear, Daddy gets to go commando whenever he wants to,” you added with a feigned pout.

“Well, ‘Do as I say,not as I do’, right Baby?” He chuckled.

“I don't think that's very fair,” you said, leaning forward,giving Jack a perfect view of your breasts, framed by your bra. His eyes fell to them, and he smiled wider at the sight.

“What do you think?” You asked, drawing him out of his trance.

“I think that's just too bad Sugar,” he said, a cocksure smile still plastered on his face. “Daddy makes those decisions in our relationship, even when you get to play pretend at being in charge.”

You gave him an unamused look and grabbed his hardening dick roughly.

“What was that?” You asked. “I didn't quite catch that?”

“S-Sorry Princess,” he said, rather unconvincingly.

“Why don’t I believe you Daddy? You don’t sound very sincere.”

His lips twitched, trying to suppress his smile. “I am Sugar.”

You furrowed your brows, pouting more at him. “I don’t think that’s true, I feel like you’re trying not to laugh at me.”

“Sorry Baby,” losing his battle with his smile and openly grinning. “I can’t help it, you’re just too cute when you’re ‘mad’.”

“Oh, So you don’t take me seriously? Is that what you’re saying?”

“N-no- not at-“

You cut him off by tightening the grip on his cock, startling him and making him moan aloud.

“You’re going to tell Me the truth now, aren’t you Daddy?”

“Y-Yes Honey,” he said, breathing heavily as you slowly pumped him.

“Teasing your dick is all it takes huh Daddy?” You teased playfully, enjoying watching him squirm slightly. “When you’re not in charge you’ll do anything to get your cock wet…right Daddy?”

You twisted your hand slightly when he didn’t respond.

“Right Daddy?”

“Y-Yes Baby!”

You giggled to yourself as he whimpered slightly.

“I thought you would have more control than this Daddy, always teasing little old me for being cock drunk but the second you’re dicks at my mercy you submit. It’s not what I was expecting, but it's quite welcomed.”

“Well, you are handling something quite….delicate,” he hissed.

You laughed, caressing his length with your fingertips, allowing your manicured nails to gently scrape the sensitive skin.

“Delicate?” You giggled mischievously, mocking him slightly. “This thing has pounded me so hard I couldn't walk properly the next day and you think it's delicate?”

“Baby with those talons on your hands you could…..” he trailed off with a gulp, not even wanting to entertain the thought of the amount of damage you could do there if you really wanted to.

You laughed again at his nervousness.

“Are you suggesting I would hurt you Daddy?” You asked with a sarcastic and playful whisper.

“Could you? I don’t doubt it,” Jack rasped watching intently as the tip of a manicured nail danced around the head of his cock, torturing him with the gentle scrape. “Would you? I don’t think you got a wicked bone in your body Sugar. You would never.”

You hummed, considering his words. “I don’t think i would be so cruel as to hurt you, especially down here,” you teased now stroking the head of his cock with the pad of a finger, giving him just a bit more pressure to tease him with. Your chest puffed with pride when he lifted his hips to seek more of your touch and he let out an involuntary whimper. You continued, feeling him fully harden in your hand. “I love this part of you just a little too much. But I do think I’ve got it in me to bring you to the edge over and over again now that I have you at my mercy.”

He whined loudly at your words.

‘Now sugar, that’s just torture,” he pleaded. “What did ole’ Jack do to deserve such a thing?”

“Oh, I can name a few things,” you teased, leaning down to lick at some pre cum forming at his tip. He whined again. “But truthfully Daddy, I just wanna play with you to my heart's content, you can be real mean sometimes and not let me have my fill of playing with you.”

Any words he was about to say were cut off as you took him in your mouth, he was still a struggle to take, but you focused on relaxing your throat and taking him all the way. He moaned obscenely as his head fell back once again. Watching his reactions intently, you let your throat relax as you slowly took him all the way, pushing your tongue up against him to make him groan. It was a lot easier to take him without him grabbing your head.

“F-Fuck Baby,” he groaned loudly. “You’re- youre a sexy little minx like this I-”

He was cut off once again as your teeth gently scraped against his length as you slowly withdrew, then took him back in.

He wasn't used to his pleasure being so slow, or at the mercy of someone else. Slowly, teasingly taking him in your mouth over and over again was enough to frustrate him.

In and out, in and out, your eyes never left his face as he struggled with his lack of control.

“Isn't this fun Daddy?” You crooned as you let him fall from your mouth, giving him one last tease by lapping at his sensitive head.

“Like torture Honey Bee,” He rasped, finally looking back down at you, chest heaving.

“Don't be such a big baby,” you said petulantly. “This is nothing compared to what you give me daily.”

“B-But you like it.”

“Oh come on, i know you're liking this too,” you teased wickedly. “And I could get much meaner.”

“Oh yeah? How so?” He asked with a curious tone.

“I could just take a page or two out of your book Daddy,” you giggled. “Use those handcuffs from last night, and the spreader bar? Really have you at my mercy and torture your cock the way you did to my pussy. Or how about those toys from the night before? Tease your cock with the vibe, I think you’d look sexy with the pumps on too.”

Jack stayed silent, gulping in anticipation.

“But I don't think you're ready to submit like that just yet Daddy, we’ll have to start easy, for now,” you said,sitting up and positioning yourself in his lap.

“I can take it,” he swallowed, both nerves and determination clear in his voice.

“That’s admirable that you wanna try Daddy,” you said, cupping his cheek to kiss him tenderly. “But I'm not gonna force you headfirst into something new like that just like I know you wouldn't with me. We'll go slow.”

Gently you began rocking your hips into him, gryrating your covered sex over him. He groaned and tried to meet your teasing thrusts, but you warned him with a quick pinch of his nipple, halting his movements.

Just like when you took him in your mouth you teased him by slowly giving him the pleasure he wanted, just not to the degree he craved.

You could feel yourself getting wetter, soaking through your underwear and onto his heated skin, aiding your movement. You could tell it was driving him insane. He always went on about how good your arousal smelt and you were currently slowly soaking him in it, he loved it, he wanted more.

Each time he began bucking into you you would stop and warn him silently by digging your nails into his chest.

It would take him a moment, breathing heavily to compose himself enough to relax and gain control of his body again in order for you to continue the simple but delicious torture.

You were getting drunk off the soft little noises he was making, scared if you commented on the whimpers and moans he was making they would stop. It was just serving in making you more and more aroused. As was the feeling of his dick rubbing up against your covered clit.

You casually started increasing your speed, slowly enough he couldn't notice at first. But when you began panting in an effort to speed up, matching his breaths he clearly became aware. He watched you hungrily with his jaw hanging open as you rode him. He dared not say a word lest you stop and take the delicious friction away, now that you were going fast enough for the two of you to cum.

“That feel good Daddy?” You asked with heavy breaths.

He responded with a whimper and a nod, too focused on controlling himself to answer verbally.

“I’m soaking you aren't I? Just the way you like it huh?”

He nodded again, shifting his gaze to the ceiling in another effort to control himself.

“So sexy seeing you like this, my big strong Daddy all submissive,” you teased.

Any quip he would normally have was lost to him, going insane slowly at the sensation of your wet core riding him without the penetration he craved. He longed to be buried inside you, each pass of your body on his, gliding across his skin burned him,teasing him to no end.

His focus was broken by the loud moan and following whimper from you.

“Oh, i'm close Daddy,” you gasped, looping your arms around his neck as your speed picked up and you chased your high. He buried his face into your neck and moaned with you, grunting and trying not to buck into you as his thighs shook and you reached your peak.

Your walls fluttered around nothing as you ground into him harder, giving your clit that extra friction you needed to cum.

Jack felt the rush of wet heat flood from you, his already soaked front now dripping in your arousal and cum. His breath heaved as he looked down, watching intently at the string of wetness connecting the two of you when you lifted yourself from him.

He moaned at both the sight and loss of contact, as you got up from the bed.

“Well, that was fun,” you gulped, watching his reaction carefully with interest.

His gaze drifted to his throbbing cock, red and twitching against his now wet belly. You turning around and walking to the bathroom tore his eyes away.

“W-what are you doing?” he asked incredulously.

“I'm going to clean up,I made quite a mess of myself,” You hummed as you sauntered away.

“What about me?” he asked, gulping for air.

“Hm?” you turned, leaning against the doorway. “What about you?”

“You’re gonna leave me like this?” He tugged feebily at his bindings.

“Why not?” Your giggle made him struggle more. “ You look delicious and all debauched like that!”

“”Are you….are you coming back?” He sounded nervous.

“Maybe,” you sang. “A bubble bath and a glass of wine sound divine right now.”

“B-Baby, I've never left you like this,” he pleaded.

“No, but I wouldn't put it past you.”

“This is just cruel. It hurts.”

“All men say that when they are blue balled,” you teased.

“Baby please.”

You smiled wickedly. “Say that again.”

“Please.”

“Again.”

“Please. Baby, sugar, honeybun please please please. I'm begging you.” He began struggling earnestly against his bindings as you excitedly bounced back over to him.

“Just what I wanted to hear,” you purred, climbing back over him and taking his throbbing length in your hand.

You both moaned loudly together as you sank yourself onto him, the slick and cum coating him helping him glide with ease, you could feel how hard he was throbbing inside of you and you were reminded of just how perfectly he fit inside of you. His whole body shook in pleasure and effort to remain in place for you.

“God baby,” he moaned. “So good, you’re so fucking wet.”

“You did that,” you hummed, kissing him deeply. “Getting me all worked up with those sinful little sounds you made, I didn't know you could sound so submissive. Such a good, obedient boy for me.”

“G-good enough to cum?” He asked hopefully.

“Most definitely,” you said as you listed yourself slowly before slamming back down. You moaned again, him at the tight wet heat of your body and you as his cock hit that spot in you and stretched you perfectly .

You rode him with wild abandonment, not restrained by his rule or hands, bouncing on his cock at your speed.

Beneath you Jack panted, watching enraptured at the sight of your breasts bouncing in the confines of your bra.

His feet found purchase on the bed and he began bucking up into you, you were too lost in the pleasure to care, allowing him to seek his own pleasure finally.

Shaking hands gripped the silk scarf as he bucked harder, he wanted nothing more than to grab your hips and drive into you harder but he was too far gone to be able to focus enough to escape the measly bindings.

Your clit met the hair at the base of his cock and it felt divine, stirring you on more and more, you feverishly rubbed at it, knowing Jack was close thanks to the teasing you had tortured him with.

“I’m close baby,” you gasped.

“M-me too,” he replied, losing rhythm in his thrusts.

“C-cum with me,” you pleaded as you reached your second orgasm for the night, your walls tightening around him, milking him for ass he was worth.

He moaned loudly, lost in the sensation of your orgasm, following you seconds later, bucking weakly up into your body as you collapsed on top of him, You could feel the warmth of his cum filling you, mixing with your own cum.

Jack collapsed back on the bed, panting, trying to collect his breath with you as the sweat cooled off your bodies..

You were ready to drift off when you remembered you were the one in charge. Jack always took care of you once you were done. It was your turn now.

You sat up tiredly, gently undoing the scarf around his wrists and helping him regain his circulation with a wrist massage.

He smiled at you tiredly, allowing you to climb off of him and lead him into the bathroom for a quick shower, cleaning off the cum covering his front and returning the favor for every night he saw to your needs.

You washed his hair for a change, massaging the shampoo into his scalp, and pampered him with kisses and sweet words, telling him how proud you were of him, how good he was for you, making sure to dry him off and dress him in comfy clothes, ready for bed.

You could tell by the bashful smile and redness of his cheeks that he was enjoying being doted on for a change.

He was far too cute when he behaved submissively , and his puppy dog eyes weren't helping the situation.

As you tucked him into bed you gave him a kiss on his red cheeks, and pulled him into your chest as you settled down. He snuggled into your warmth, and you could feel his smile against your skin, you gently stroked his hair as he fell asleep.

You could get used to this aspect of being in charge too you thought as sleep claimed you, soft snores joining his.

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[thebestpersonherelovesbucky]

hey could you please write a thing where bucky gets captured to have leverage against the new captain america?

Leverage

Rating: M Warnings: N/A Length: 7.1k words Chapters 1/1 complete

Summary: They kept their relationship a secret for a reason. They thought they'd been doing a good job. They were wrong.

Sample: The tapping grabs Bucky’s attention. The noise makes him lift his head out of his hands but he cannot recall when he sat down on the bench and got in the position. On the other side of the glass is the same woman as earlier. Immaculately dressed. Posture regal and proper. Dark brown hair pinned up and back with a streak of purple through it. At the moment, she’s wearing sunglasses. Indoors.

When Bucky doesn’t respond beyond lifting his head, she taps again on the glass. Even after all those years in cryo, Bucky’s never felt more like a fucking goldfish.

“Can you hear me, darling?” she asks. “Am I getting through to you?” Bucky folds his arms over his chest and that must be enough confirmation for her. “Ah. Good.”

She removes her glasses and assesses him with a pair of dark brown eyes. Precise. Calculating. There’s much more to her than meets the eye. Bucky wouldn’t be surprised if she’s the one who orchestrated the entire trap that got him here in the first place. Sending him that video of kidnapped children. Demanding he come alone if they were to be saved. Exploiting his desire to make up for the horrible things Hydra made him do and be an actual hero. To find his balance as he stumbles through this new version of life.

“Can I get you anything? Food? Water? A blanket, maybe?”

All of those things are very tempting. Bucky can’t remember when he last ate and the air is too dry in here and, yes, he is very cold. It takes a lot not to shiver. But he’s not going to give her the satisfaction of letting her know any of that so he just deepens the glare.

“Straight to business, then? Very well.” She laces her fingers and rests her hands in front of her. “I suppose you’re wondering why we’ve brought you here.”

“No.” Bucky shakes his head. “Not really. I’m used to people trying to use me.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are. You know, I must say, when I…” She chuckles softly to herself. “When I saw you in Madripoor with Baron Zemo and Mr. Wilson, I--”

“That’s Captain Wilson, to you.”

Bucky’s assertion gives her pause. His jaw tightens. It isn’t smart to say anything, he knows this, but he won’t let this woman--he won’t let anyone--disrespect Sam. Not in front of him.

Unfortunately, Bucky’s desire to defend Sam also makes her smirk. Hidden in the corners of her mouth are vulgar interests.

“I stand corrected.” She concedes with a slight nod of her head. “When I saw you with the Baron and Captain Wilson, I thought I really hit the jackpot. Which.” She pauses for another chuckle. “If you’re someone like me who has no need for a jackpot is really saying something. You’re quite the hot commodity, Mr. Barnes. Do you have any idea how much the Winter Soldier would go for on the black market?”

No, not really, but Bucky isn’t surprised that there are people out there who would pay for such a thing. At least he knows he’s an expensive son of a bitch. Bucky gives her saucy grin.

“What can I say?” He shrugs a shoulder. “I’m honored.”

As if completely disinterested in his sarcasm, she flicks her eyebrows and licks her teeth before getting on with it.

“Since I can buy, well, pretty much anything I want, I’d been hoping to purchase you and put you to…good use. Oh, don’t worry, dear.” She waves her hand as if Bucky shouldn’t be concerned about any of this. “We’ll figure out a way to do that eventually. After all, why settle for one supersoldier when you can have two, am I right?”

Two supersoldiers?

“I knew normal persuasion wouldn’t work on you so I found a new way to use you. For now.”

Bucky doesn’t have time to worry about who the other supersoldier is. Right now, he needs to be more concerned with how she intends to, as she’s put it, use him.

Which starts with her taking her phone from her back pocket and holding it out like she means to take a picture of him. Bucky scoffs.

“You want me to do a song and dance for ya, too?”

“No, no, dear,” she says. “This will work just fine. You look fab.”

“I’m so happy to oblige.”

He briefly wonders what she might do with the pictures she’s taking. Maybe upload them to the internet for some reason.

“I do wish you’d smile.” She clicks her teeth. “I’m sure your new Captain America would like to get one picture of you smiling.”

#bucky barnes #sam wilson #winterfalcon #sambucky #captain america #falcon and the winter soldier #marvel #mcu #kellsreplies

[trashyswitch]

Shaun's Playful Side

Shaun is feeling playful and bored, and pulls a few gags and pranks on his coworkers. Most of his coworkers can have a laugh out of Shaun's antics, but two of them find a need to get revenge...

This was a fanfic I had written in a separate fanfic writing spot that I had for a few months to a year. It was fun to write then, and it was extra fun to edit and upload here.

This fanfic is for @secretly-tword-obsessed. I hope you enjoy!

It was nearing the end of the long work day, and Dr. Browne was getting ready to leave. As she was getting ready, she couldn’t help but reflect over the day. She reflected over a few different things, often having to do with the patients. But the one thing she certainly reflected on, was Shaun and his silliness today.

Now, usually silliness wasn’t tolerated in the workplace. But Shaun kept his silliness under control during the work shifts. But when they were given free time...that was a whole different story today.

For some reason, Shaun had been acting a lot like a mischievous child during his breaks. Whenever they weren’t in surgery, weren’t focusing on something serious, or weren’t with/talking about the patient, Shaun would do weird things like: -play with Dr. Browne’s hair -poke Dr. Reznick multiple times -placing zip ties on Dr. Andrew’s stuff -spam Dr. Melendez with texts And: -attempt to balance different things on Dr. Park’s head.

Dr. Park and Dr. Browne saw Shaun’s unusual antics as a funny joke. They just assumed that Shaun was either feeling playful that day or trying to eliminate boredom.

Dr. Park actually found it quite funny when Shaun would come up with things to balance on his head. He even went along with it and helped him pile books on his head. Then, a goofy smile filled Shaun’s face the moment all the books came falling down. Dr. Park yelped and looked down. “Oh no!”

Shaun looked at him with a smile despite his disappointment. “It fell.”

Dr. Park chuckled. “Really? I didn’t notice! Like, at all” He said, over exaggerating his sarcasm.

Shaun pointed at him awkwardly like he usually did. “You’re being sarcastic. That’s meant to be a joke. I liked it.” Shaun explained.

“Yes, it was. And thank you.” Dr. Park said with a playful bow. “Now: How flat is your head?” Dr. Park asked, picking up the books.

Shaun felt his own head and fluffed his hair a little. “I don’t know.”

Dr. Park held up a book. “Wanna find out?” Dr. Park asked.

Shaun’s smile returned for a bit as he nodded.

And Dr. Melendez happened to walk in as Shaun and Dr. Park managed to get 3 books balanced atop Shaun’s head.

Dr. Browne would be thinking of something or reading, when Shaun would just start playing with her hair. It started with feeling it, and soon turned into uncurling and letting go of the curls. “What are you doing?” Dr. Browne asked.

“Your hair is curly. Boing boing.” Shaun said in his monotone voice.

Dr. Browne practically lost it when Shaun said ‘boing’ in the most unenthusiastic voice possible. And the ‘boing’ noises just kept going too. And Dr. Browne loved every moment of it. It was rare to see Shaun acting like this.

Dr. Andrews was a little annoyed at first. He found the zip ties everywhere, somewhat inconvenient. But, he did get some humor out of seeing the scissors, even the scissors, zip tied together. When he went to the video capturing computers to find out who it was, Dr. Andrews was plenty surprised to find out it was Shaun. Though, he supposed he didn’t fully know Shawn outside of work.

“Shaun, can you get me a pair of scissors and come to my office please?” Dr. Andrews asked.

Shaun immediately smiled as the scissors part gave away what he wanted.

When Shaun arrived at his office, Dr. Andrews was smiling and pointing to him. “I looked at the cameras...and found out you were the zip tie man.” Dr. Andrews reacted. “Now I’ll be honest: I was a little surprised at first.” Dr. Andrews admitted.

Shaun looked down, feeling guilty. “I’m sorry.”

Dr. Andrews blinked in surprise. Oh gosh- “No no no! It’s fine! It was funny. Especially seeing the scissors zip tied. That’s a classic.” Dr. Andrews told him.

Shaun looked at him with curiosity. “Now, can you cut these scissors free so I can use them to get my stuff untied?” Dr. Andrews asked, handing him the scissors.

Shaun nodded and cut the ziptie off the scissors. But when Dr. Andrews walked up to take the scissors from him, Shawn started backing up. At first, Dr. Andrews worried he may have been doing something wrong. But then, Dr. Andrews noticed something that told him everything:

Shaun’s little smile.

“Shaun...Shawn I need the scissors.” Dr. Andrews told him, walking closer.

Shaun walked another step back and shook his head with the smile on his face.

“Don’t make me come over there.” Dr. Andrews ordered. “You’re 26 years old. You know better.” Dr. Andrews reminded.

“This is fun.” Shawn told him.

“Oh?” Dr. Andrews smirked. “You want fun? Okay. I’ll give you fun.” Dr. Andrews took off running for Shaun and smiled wider when he watched Shaun turn right around and take off running.

It didn’t take long for Dr. Andrews to hunt him down and get the scissors off him. Dr. Andrews even got Dr. Browne in on helping him. In response to that; Dr. Browne started tickling Shaun and soon got the scissors from the evil Shaun Murphy.

Meanwhile, Dr. Melendez and Dr. Reznick were NOT happy with with the jokes. Morgan saw it as inappropriate for any time of the day and didn’t want him to do anything to her. Not only that, but Shaun’s poking almost revealed a secret that she’s always wanted to get away from. But luckily, it was only Shaun and her in the room when it happened. After that, Shaun’s hand was grabbed and he was verbally forced to stop.

For Dr. Melendez, receiving multiple texts from a resident that just said “hi”, can make you question how useful your phone really is. Dr. Melendez had been spending some of the day questioning if he should either break his phone against the floor, or throw it right at Shaun’s face. Both seemed tempting after all those texts.

Luckily, that hasn’t happened yet...

Fast forwarding to after work, Dr. Browne was closing her locker when Dr. Reznick bursted through the locker room door. “I swear, I am going to KILL SHAUN!” Dr. Reznick yelled.

“Holy shit! What did he do to you?” Dr. Browne asked, both surprised and amused by her reaction to a harmless prank.

“He kept poking me without stopping! It took me 5 tries to get him to permanently stop!” Dr. Reznick yelled.

Dr. Browne just giggled at her.

“Why are you laughing? Getting poked all day is NOT! FUNNY!” Dr. Reznick yelled.

“Come on, Morgan. He’s just trying to have some fun.” Dr. Browne defended with a smile on her face.

“Ha! Fun? You call “getting poked constantly” fun?” Dr. Reznick argued.

“Yes. It sounds a bit better than what he did to me. He kept playing with my hair and calling it bouncy.” Dr. Browne said.

“Well...your hair is bouncy...” Dr. Reznick muttered under her breath.

Suddenly, Dr. Melendez bursted into the room.

“I did it! I worked up the courage to throw my phone at Shaun.” Dr. Melendez cheered.

Dr. Reznick cheered with him. “Yeah! That’ll show him!”

“What?! Why the hell would you do that?” Dr. Browne asked angrily.

“He kept spamming my phone with pointless texts!” Dr. Melendez yelled.

Dr. Browne laughed at her boss’s reaction.

Soon, Dr. Andrews walked into the locker room, holding a big pile of cut zip ties. “I found out who the Zip Tie Man is.” Dr. Andrews said with a laugh. “And the scissors stealer! Don’t ever give Shawn any office scissors again. He’ll run away with them.” Dr. Andrews told them.

Dr. Melendez bursted out laughing at that. “And here I am, giving the guy a scalpel and my phone number!” Dr. Melendez reacted.

Dr. Andrews blinked in surprise. “Wait...I wasn’t the only one zip tied?” Dr. Andrews asked.

“Yes, but you weren’t the only one getting pranked or messed with.” Dr. Browne told him.

“I got poked constantly.” Dr. Reznick told him.

Dr. Melendez rolled his eyes. “I was spammed with texts.”

“And I had my hair played with. Which, it actually felt nice! He’s very gentle with people’s hair.” Dr. Browne told them.

“Hey, what if we were to treat him like the child he was?” Dr. Reznick asked. Dr. Browne didn’t like the sound of this...

“Like, payback? Okay. But how? He doesn’t think like us, so he could see the action the complete opposite from what we meant to communicate.” Dr. Melendez warned.

Dr. Reznick thought of ideas, and started to think of her almost embarassing situation earlier. This triggered an idea.

“Hey, I have an idea.” Dr. Reznick said as she walked up, before whispering the idea into Dr. Melendez’s ear.

“Why didn’t I think of that?! That’s probably the most childish revenge I can think of.” Dr. Melendez exclaimed. Dr. Reznick smirked as she looked at Dr. Browne, who looked scared out of her skin.

“What? Poking him to oblivion like he did to you?” Dr. Andrews asked.

“Nope. Tickling him.” Dr. Reznick replied.

Dr. Andrews smiled. “Oooooh! I know exactly where you should go for! Dr. Browne happened to be showing me this morning!” Dr. Andrews told them. “This is where you go:”

Dr. Andrews took the time to tell them, and ignored Dr. Browne’s protests that ‘they weren’t true’ or ‘you shouldn’t’. But Dr, Melendez and Dr. Reznick were all for getting revenge. This was gonna be so fun!

Meanwhile: Shaun soon left Dr. Glassman’s office and started heading towards the locker room. He opened the room door and walked in.

“Hello.” Shaun said.

“Hi Shaun.” Dr. Reznick said, oddly cheerful for being annoyed. Shaun noticed this.

“What are you happy about?” Shaun asked.

“Nothing.” Dr. Reznick replied. Shaun noticed many signs that said otherwise.

“You’re lying.” Shaun observed.

“No I’m not.” Dr. Reznick said in a sing-song voice. Shaun started to feel a mixture of fastination and worry. He looked over to Dr. Browne, who shrugged rather nervously. Shaun didn’t like this weird turn.

“What’s going on?” Shaun asked.

“Oh nothing.” Dr. Melendez said behind Shaun, making him jump.

“Hello...why are you two acting strange?” Shaun asked. His boss and his least favourite partner were now circling him, causing him to feel more nervous by the second.

“Oh, you’ve never seen this side of us? Kind of like how we’ve never seen your playful, mischievous side, until now?” Dr. Melendez said bluntly. Shaun started smiling a little bit.

“This is about my playful mood today. It doesn’t happen often.” Shaun admitted.

“Really? That’s good to know.” Dr. Reznick reacted.

“How?” Shaun asked as he followed Dr. Reznick.

Suddenly, Dr. Melendez pounced on Shaun, causing Shaun to fall backwards to the ground.

“I don’t like the look of this...” Shaun admited as he felt his wrists get gripped by Dr. Reznick.

“Since you’ve been acting like a child all day, we’re going to treat you like one.” Dr. Reznick said while Dr. Melendez removed Shaun’s shoes.

“I know what you’re planning. It is not good.” Shaun said, attempting to struggle. However, Dr. Reznick was stronger than her appearance led him to believe.

Before Shaun knew it, he began feeling ticklish sensations on the balls of his feet.

“Hehehe! Wait! I’m sorry! Haha! Please! Hehe! Let me go!” Shaun begged, attempting to squirm out of his trap. Dr. Browne stared wide-eyed, as Dr. Reznick and Dr. Melendez’s secret plan started.

“Wow! Not even 5 seconds in, and we’re hearing Shaun beg. We haven’t even started!” Dr. Melendez said, looking at Dr. Reznick before picking up the pace.

Dr. Andrews chuckled from his hiding spot. He was recording the whole thing on his phone.

Shaun was full-blown laughing now!

“Hahahaha! Wait! Nohoho! Hahahaha!” Shaun laughed.

“You know, Shaun, you should laugh more. You know why? Because I have never heard you laugh like this before.” Dr. Melendez explained. It was then and there that Dr. Melendez decided to start going for underneath the toes like Dr. Andrews suggested.

“Hahahaha! HA! HEY! HAHAHA!” Shaun yelled, as his laughter grew slightly louder.

“Oooh! Sweet spot!” Dr. Reznick proclaimed as she held Shaun’s wrists. Shaun was squirming even more now, and it was becoming more and more difficult to hold him still. Dr. Melendez noticed this and stopped for a moment.

“Did you wanna switch for a bit?” Dr. Melendez asked. Shaun was breathing hard.

“W-wait...no...any-anything but...that...the nails! They’re...worse.” Shaun admitted between breaths.

Those words made Dr. Reznick immediately nod. “You know what? Sure.” Dr. Reznick agreed and let go of Shaun’s wrists. They switched spots quickly, so that Shaun didn’t run away on them.

“Alright. Since Dr. Melendez had already worked on your feet, I’m gonna go somewhere different.” Dr. Reznick said as she looked for a good spot. She decided to try the top of his knees first.

“Wait! Don’t go for my knees!” Shaun said angrily, before kicking Dr. Reznick’s knees.

“Hey! Watch where you’re kicking! And for that...” Dr. Reznick warned before sitting on Shaun’s lower legs.

“Oh no...” Shaun thought out loud.

Dr. Reznick started squeezing Shaun’s knees.

“Ah! D-don’t! Gahahaha! Stahap!” Shaun yelled through his laughter.

“Aww! Is this too much? Here: Let’s see if this is better.” Dr. Reznick teased before poking at the back of Shaun’s knees.

“EEEEEEKK! NOHOHOHAHAHAHA! STAHAP! THAT’S WORSE! THAT’S WORSE!! HAHAHAHA!” Shaun screamed as he struggled to stop her fingers.

“Oh my! I think that’s a lot better!” Dr. Reznick teased.

Shaun’s mind was going crazy! All he could think about was how vulnerable and ticklish he was! Not only that, but Shaun’s hands were stuck above him, which made it impossible to stop Dr. Reznick. “COHOHOME OHON! I’M SORRY! PLEHEHEASE!” Shaun begged.

“Come on guys...He’s growing tired.” Dr. Browne tried to tell them.

But Dr. Reznick paused and checked his pulse. “Nope! He’s fine! Aren’t ya, Shaun?” Dr. Reznick teased.

Shaun had an uncontrollable smile on his face, and Dr. Andrews noticed this immediately. “Look at that man. He likes it!” Dr. Andrews reacted.

“Likes it?” Dr. Reznick asked.

“Aww, but that’s not nearly as fun…” Dr. Melendez reacted.

“Yes it is! That just makes this situation even better!” Dr. Andrews reacted. “Right Shaun?”

Shaun looked at him. “Ihi’m not tickled often. This is very fun and worth all the pranks.”

Well, didn’t that earn Shaun even more tickles!

Soon, Dr. Reznick decided to slow her fingers down, and give the boy a break. Shaun’s laughing and squirming quickly died down.

“Alright. Where should we move to next?” Dr. Renick thought aloud.

“Okay guys, I think that’s enough.” Dr. Reznick heard behind her. She turned around and her eyes locked with Dr. Park’s eyes.

“Come on, let him go.” Dr. Park ordered.

“And why should we?” Dr. Melendez asked.

“He’s exhausted, he’s sweating, he’s as red as a tomato, and he’s struggling to breath without coughing.” Dr. Park explained as he counted with his fingers. “I think he’s had enough.”

Dr. Reznick and Dr. Melendez both sighed as they let Shaun go and stood up. Shaun continued laying on the floor, gasping for air. Dr. Browne and Dr. Park walked over to Shaun to aid him.

“You okay?” Dr. Browne asked.

Shaun continued to breathe in deeply and rapidly, to ensure that he got air in his lungs sooner than later. He was letting out leftover giggles as he attempted to breath. Since he failed to talk, Shaun nodded in response.

“Holy shit! You are sweaty!” Dr. Park reacted to Shaun’s wet bangs, as they stuck to his forehead due to sweat. Shaun smiled in response and wiped his forehead. “That was fun!” Shaun declared.

Dr. Park turned around. “I- really?!” He reacted.

“Shaun likes being tickled apparently.” Dr. Melendez said.

“Huh...Looks like I have something to tease you about now.” Dr. Park decided.

#funny shawn murphy #angry morgan reznick #annoyed neil melendez #playful marcus andrews #ticklefic #ler!claire #ler!morgan #ler!neil #lee!shaun #fluff and humor

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“Also??? I am ridiculous. You didn’t had the time to answer my other ramblings about him I AM SO FUCKING SORRY HAHAHAH I just don’t know nowhere else where to go with this shit. So I am just dropping this by you, bc I know your are going to make the most of it and you don’t mind ( or at least I hope so???) Anyways please never feel forced or pressured to answer these because they are just brainrot.

So guys like Twitch Streamer!Zeke huh??? I didn’t plan on add something but some of the other ideas really inspired me so I will extend my thoughts a little lol.

Okay so just imagine, after a few months of playing and streaming with Zeke everyday, he starts to think (he doesn’t do that all the time no no). There are some other Steamers out there who he often plays with and who you Are often playing with. So he starts building a group, you helping him adding members to them. And then you make a twitch streamer house. You all pay a part of it and gather all your Gaming stuff there. Switches, Playstations, computers, everything all over the place. Some even start vlogging and blogging, filming videos to upload them on YouTube. Going out together and eating some from the chat recommended restaurants is now on video too. It blows up like crazy. Zeke didn‘t plan on this to happen, the be honest, he just wanted a reason to move in with you and get to know you in real life, not only through video games and chatting. Of course he likes the other members too but he is found in your room, playing games together and even making music. Because he likes to mess around on the keyboard and with drums and beats a bit. Creates a lofi song from Time to time.

He starts to get cautious and anxious about his feelings because?? What if you liked him better over VR? What if he is not your type? But all of this is blown away as you end the stream one evening a little earlier than he had thought and started to kiss him, finally making a move. And boy is he happy. Immediately takes a little break from the twitch house to get some personal space with you in his or your apartment. While you guys are gone the house starts to get down into real trouble, members are leaving and new members are added without your or Zeke‘s agreement. As soon as you both find this out you leave it be, moving out and moving together.

And the people are lien O.o? Homies dipped for a few days and now are moved together out of the house?? aRE yA TogEThEr? Zeke and you keep it a secret as long as you want it, he doesn’t mind showing everybody that you are his. And deep down Zeke is very happy because...

Well you can’t suck him off under the desk when he is streaming and playing a game when there are other streamers in the same house right? You can‘t keep his cock nice and warm in your cunt when he making another LoFi song, when you are at the streamer house.

Also i want to add another game Zeke is absolutely bawling about: Fall guys. It’s a hate-love relationship between him and this game. He likes the challenge that comes within it but BOY. The other players. PEOPLE STANDING RIGHT INFRONT OF THE GOAL AND NOT LETTING HIM PASS??? Rage quit. Sometimes he will end the stream then and there when he looses and fuck the shit out of you, taking out his frustrations. But as hard as he is pounding you, he is still sweet. He wants you to call him the best one out there, the only gamer who is as good at beating games as filling up this tight pussy.

If anybody is interested yes this idea is a little inspired by the Twitch Streamer House Offline TV I believe? Some names you may know are Fat, Lily Pichu or Pokemane. They are genuinely funny and if you enjoy video games and some good Humor you should check them out (if you got free time lol). Man. I just noticed that my stories this evening are a little bit more soft & shit?? How did that happen? We need to get back to dirty nasty shit. Gimme a few hours and my brain will combine the nasty and filthy shit for y‘all

Also i would like to know if anybody likes Splatoon 2 as much as I do because I have been loosing my shit & time at this game and I low-key think Zeke would play it too but not for too long but is anybody in the same boat as me? Asking for a friend (no for real anybody know Splatoon 2??????) -🍆”   

Alright sorry again for taking so long to answer, turns out I can't FUCKING READ IF I DONT TAKE MY MEDS beat me up pls

I do not know Splatoon at all 😭 I am sorry but I may check out that YouTube stuff to think about Streamer Zeke some more... hehe

Streamer Zeke who falls head over heels for you. It's absolutely ridiculous. He's suave enough to become your friend, close enough to start this little house of yours with his other friends like Streamer Porco and Streamer Pieck as well as vlogger Reiner and his little brother who plays games but also films skating video.

You work with him to gather this house together, organizing everything (you requested bean bags and Zeke delivered 10x with giant comfortable bean bags.) Eventually you end up catching on to his feelings for you. No, he never really came onto you. Super respectful of you and your space but he does want to be with you a lot, it's how he shows his love -- with buying you things and quality time. Plus, the blush across his face whenever you playfully flirt with him is priceless. And whenever you dress up nice? He can barely be near you. You look so good he cant help it. Even when you wear sweatpants and pajamas he's simping hard. Hearts in his eyes 24/7. He keeps it on the downlow but sometimes it's so obvious especially when you two stream together he acts different. Biting his lips red and raw and a small strawberry blush settled on his cheeks that only few notice.

Then dual streaming together, (are you streaming in the same room? Is that how it works? Probably not but let's just say it us for now,) he's nervous. He can hide it mostly but then when you two finally fall into a softer more viable atmosphere he can finally breathe and be comfortable with you while streaming. Eventually you're cueing off way earlier than he thought but he goes with it smoothly, turning to ask you what's up before you pull him into a kiss.

He's red. Stuttering out "oh-okay" before you pull him into another long winded kiss, leaning over the arm of his chair to kiss him while he's trying to maneuver his chair to face you and trying to keep his lips on yours. He's pined too long to not have his lips on yours in this very moment. Pulling you to stand between his legs and into one of the most heated and loving make-out sessions. Zeke feels like he's a teen again with you twirling the hair at the back of his neck and him playing with the edge of your shirt nervously.

When you pull away, he pouts. Full lipped pout with a whine sticking in his throat, trying to pull you back to him, and who are you to deny him?

He does sneak into your room to mess with you, even during streams to mess with the little sound board, making stupid little songs while you play. It's cute in a an annoying way, shooing him away with a little fly swatter while he giggles, running out the room.

Eventually, Eren is inviting too many people over, inviting others to join the house without Zekes agreement and as much as he tries to talk sense into him, it's no use. So with this secret relationship of yours, cuddling in your room he asks if you two should move out. He's the eldest so it'd make sense even if the house becomes chaos without him and you don't deserve to he left behind. He knows you find his little brother annoying without even saying anything for his sake. You're getting tired of Armin too, to be honest. Mikasa is nice but paired along with the other two it's impossible to get a good conversation with her.

They aren't even aware of you two moving out before the day comes. All the furniture, gaming consoles, electric piano he likes to play, and more. Including two bean bags that weren't ruined.

I can't get this scenario out of my head but imagine him peeking into your separate gaming room at the new apartment, shirtless and in sweats, strategically staying out of the way of the camera and when you glance at him he's smirking. He's tempting you to end stream and pay attention to him now.

And fuck does it work. Trying to end stream with a little smile on your face while Zeke lean against the doorframe. Thing is you don't exactly hit the right button as you get up, leaving the stream playing while you pull him into the room and stumbling onto him whole he leans back onto the couch. Pulling him into a heated kiss with a hand on his throat, dominating him much more than anybody would ever expect.

It's not like you two ever went explicitly public ever. So the stream is blowing up, skyrocking it to numbers you've never seen before Zeke is patting your back to get your attention. You can barely say anything as you go to really turn of the stream. Muttering a sorry with disheveled hair and clothes and swollen lips to match the actions everyone just caught, both you and Zekes phones blowing up with calls and texts from friends.

"Well..." Zeke sighs and leans back with a bittersweet smile, "now everybody knows..."

You sigh with your smacking against his chest, "I'm sorry, I didn't- that was stupid of me."

He just rubs your back and laughs, "well, that may have worked in our favor. Now we don't have to announce it formally, just respond to the reaction of everybody. Though, they got to see me shirtless and you be all sexy on top of me. I don't appreciate that much..."

Because that's only for his eyes to see, and yours as well. Plus, this will get other streamers to stop flirting with you, so that's an advantage in his eyes. Now you can stream as a couple too if you two wanted. But he does like the keep couple things between just the two of you, a clear divide between his romantic life and his streaming and work life which the both of you two appreciate endlessly. Though... the times when those two mix are fun to say the least.

Sitting underneath his desk while he streams is risky but it has his blood pumping so fucking quick. Cock in your mouth, hallowing your cheeks which makes him want to roll his hips but he has to resist. The blush on his face is already suspicious and the moments he pauses or groans only can happen so often before people make jokes about someone being under the desk. But both of you manage, him cumming as quietly as he can into your mouth with the volume of the game turned high. You keep suckling a bit until he's nudging you off his cock while his works his spit covers cock back into his pants, continuing stream for another hour before ending and letting you finally get out from under the desk.

He'll support you from under the desk too but you're much better at keeping your composure for some reason and it pisses him off. Tongue lapping messily at your folds while your thighs are thrown over his shoulders as you stream. After it ends without you orgasming he goes ham. Trapping you in the chair and fingering you with vigor until you're orgasming at least twice. He wants you shaking so he will have it. He wants you babbling and your cum all over his face and won't stop, moaning when you pull his hair and wetting the towel you set down on the chair before anything was started.

He does make lo-fi music. Loves making songs like that and ends up playing them while you two cuddle and during sweet love making sessions. Sometimes really casual, loving sex where it's missionary -- rolling into each other while his beard scratching at your neck and chest, kissing at every part he can reach. Nails scratching at his back and one caressing his hair away from his forehead, just pure loving sex that leaves you both completely satisfied.

No one can have this but each other, completely separated from both of your everyday lives and people you know. Fingers digging into the flesh of your hips until both of you are cumming, teeth nibbling on your lips as you moan. He turns your face to his before swallowing your moans in a kiss, only pulling back to see your blissed out face.

Yeah, he wouldn't trade this for the world.

#18+ i block blogs with no age indication #◆.aot #❖.zeke jaeger #♥️.🍆anon #aot smut #aot fanfiction #aot x reader #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke jaeger smut #⚫.answered #⚫.drabbles #zeke smut #zeke yeager x reader #zeke yaeger x reader smut #zeke yeager smut

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So Henry, you want to start a YouTube channel? - Chapter 1

Summary: Twenty five year old YouTuber Sandy Choi has no idea that one of her five million subscribers is the one and only Henry Cavill. When he asks her to help him out with starting his own YouTube channel, she falls more and more in love with her. But she should’ve known that dating one of the most desirable bachelors, does come with a prize.

Henry Cavill x Sandy Choi (ofc)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 3.7k

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It is finally done. I somehow finished the final edits of my newest novel. I mean, I love the book with all my heart and I do think that it’s one of the best books I’ve ever written so far, but if I have to read it one more time, I’m going to scream. In about a week, the advanced reader copies will go to the first beta readers. It’s a nerve wrecking part, but it does mean that the moment my book is going to be on the shelves, is one step closer.

To celebrate this glorious event, I decide to go my favorite cafe and edit my next YouTube video. Other people meditate, do yoga or get some exercise in to relax. For me editing is my form of relaxation.

Never in a million years would I have imagined that I would have five million subscribers. Five million people around the globe enjoy watching my vlogs, while I highly doubt I’m that interesting. Sure, I nowadays do photoshoots, some editorials and I still dance quite a lot, but besides that, I’m homebody, who writes a lot and to get out of the house, visits cafes.  

I grab my backpack and start packing my laptop, the charger and my AirPods. I’m tempted to bring my Nintendo Switch with me, so I can play some Animal Crossing (I’ve been kind of neglectful of my island, sorry Tom Nook), but I leave my Switch in its charger.

Before I leave my apartment, I take a quick selfie, to upload for my Instagram Stories. It’s just a simple mirror selfie, showing off my outfit. Since it’s pretty hot outside (it’s July tenth and London has been trapped in a very intense heatwave), I opted for some high waisted denim shorts, a simple white crop top and some matching white sneakers. I do bring a white blazer with me, since the cafe usually has its air-conditioning on and I don’t want to freeze to death.

To be honest, before I got famous on YouTube, I never was impressed with my looks, my style or my life really. I had to celebrate my twenty first birthday alone, to realize I was pretty much wasting my life. Because of the weather, my plans to travel back to my family were cancelled and when I was staring at the cupcake with one candle on it, I realized I barely had memories from my time in college and I was already in year two.

I started to document certain moments in my life, but with all the footage I had of one whole week, I could make a two minute video out of it. But everything I filmed, had to be extravagant and then I asked myself: why does it have to be extravagant to be important enough to film? I should live my own life like I’m the main character, not a side character. I should romanticize life more. All of the sudden, I began noticing how beautiful the sky would look when I went outside for a walk, how the flowers start to bloom when it’s spring and how cozy certain cafes are.

When I uploaded my first YouTube video, I barely had subscribers, but all of the sudden more than thousand people thought my life was interesting enough to watch and a whole year later, I had 200k subscribers. I always figured that it would stay around that number, but once I graduated, published a book and moved to London, my subscriber count went up with a rapid speed. My 500k subscriber hit was unbelievable, my one million subscriber hit was beyond me, but hitting five million subscribers… It’s weird and thank God I have now reached a certain plateau, because seeing my subscriber count going up with the speed that it went back in the day, scared the living shit out of me.  

Once I’m at my favorite cafe, I order a cappuccino and some vanilla cake, before I sit down and get ready for some editing. I used to spend way too much time on editing my videos, but now I finally have found a way to be more efficient.

Time ticks by. I see multiple people leave, I order some ice tea and another soda to keep hydrated and finally I take my AirPods out and put them in their case. I’ve been here for a few hours now and I maybe should leave. I don’t want to overstay my welcome here.

Before I can get up, my phone rings and I pick up when I see it’s Lacey. We met on the plane to London. She went to UCLA, but moved back to England after she was done with school. She told me about what she was going to do in London—becoming a librarian and honestly, that’s a dream—and somehow we hit it off. She was my first and only friend here in London. Of course, through her I met multiple people that I like, but I’m always a bit awkward around them, just like I’m shy around practically anyone I have never met.

‘Hi La—’

‘I have a new fling and he is having a party tonight,’ she simply interrupts me.

‘So much for a hello,’ I chuckle. ‘What fling was this again?’

‘This is the guy I met at the zoo.’ For someone who is a librarian, she meets an awful lot of guys. When I think of a librarian, I think of an older lady with a pencil skirt and grey hair in an updo, but not Lacey, who rocks short skirts like no other. She usually has a new guy every week, but the guy from the zoo… I don’t know if I remember correctly, but I think he is around for more than a week.

‘Hasn’t he been around for like two weeks?’ I ask her.

‘Yes, he is.’

‘And you aren’t tired of him yet?’ I start to pack my bag, while I clutch the phone between my ear and shoulder. ‘What was his name again?’

‘His name is Jackson and he is such a handsome guy, so you want to join us for the party? You can say no, Sandy, because this guy has parties every other week.’

‘I just finished my deadline for the new book,’ I say. ‘I think I just want to chill at home, to be honest.’

‘Totally understand. You are one a hard working woman and I know that parties can be pretty stressful for you.’ I can hear her smile through her voice. ‘I’m really proud of you for finishing that book, always remember that.’

‘Thanks, Lacey. Say hi to Jackson from me and tell him I’ll meet him soon. If he is still around then, of course.’

Lacey starts to laugh. ‘Oh, this one will be still around. I really like this guy and every morning, he sends me a good morning text, including a bad joke.’

‘That is oddly adorable.’ I wave to the barista’s as I leave the cafe. Shit, it’s hot. Like I’m stepping into an oven. Thank God I packed my white bucket hat and I put it on, to prevent my dark hair from frying my brain.

‘It is. Oh, he is calling me. Love you, doll.’

‘Love you too. Have fun tonight.’ I hang up the phone, while I move slowly through the streets of London. I’ve never really been a party type. For me it’s always a chore, never a pleasant event.

Being heavily introverted as I am, I enjoy my time reading on the couch, being by myself. Sometimes I wished I had an animal to keep me company, but my landlord is an asshole and prohibits any sort of pet. Maybe one day I can finally move out here, find myself a better place and become happy there with a nice dog.

Maybe tonight I can film my newly updated evening routine. I haven’t done that in ages and a lot has changed since the last time I did it. For a second I’m doubting my earlier decision of not going to the party with Lacey, but I shake off that thought.

Tonight I’m staying home.

As usual.

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Who needs an alarm, when the sun can wake you up, nearly blinding you in the process? I roll around in my bed and am about to drift away again, continuing the beautiful dream of me being wrapped in Henry Cavill’s thick arms on this Sunday morning, when my phone rings.

Groaning I push myself up, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. I sigh deeply when I see it’s Lacey who video calls me. ‘Why on earth do you want to video chat with me?’ I ask her with a sleepy voice, still groggy from just waking up. I rub my eyes, hoping that that will wake me up. After I filmed my summer night routine, I fell fast asleep and when I look at my alarm clock, I slept a whole nine hours.

Well done, Sandy.

‘I have been trying to call you since five a.m.. Why aren’t you picking up your phone?’ Lacey asks impatiently, looking genuinely annoyed.

‘Sometimes I wonder if you even hear yourself. I was asleep at five a.m., as a normal person does.’

Lacey rolls her big doll like eyes. She actually looks like those porcelain dolls, the same ones that my creepy neighbor back home collected and put on display for the entire neighborhood to see. Blonde curls bounce around her face and for someone who partied the entire night, she actually looks really good and is way too awake. ‘I have a story for you and normally I don’t want to talk you into feeling guilty, but for this occasion I’ll make an exception.’

‘That doesn’t explain why you want to video chat with me.’

‘Just wait.’

I sit up straight in bed, placing a pillow against my back, so I can lean against the headboard. I pull my knees up to my chest, to lean my arm on. ‘Tell me, Lacey, what happened?’

‘So, I arrived at the party around eleven and Jackson was waiting for me at the door. He was being a true gentleman, kissed my cheek and when we walked inside, he kept introducing me to people, saying how at the end of the night, I was going to be his girl. To spoil the end for you: I am his girl now and we had steamy sex back at his place.’

As fantastic as that may sound for her, why does she the need to share this with me? I mean, I am happy for her that this Jackson guy is a nice guy and if she is actually going to date him, that’s great, but I don’t want to hear it. It’ll make me feel even more single.

‘Anyways, while Jackson is introducing me, I feel someone is staring at me. So I look around me, only to find one guy watching me. I try to squint you know, to see who that guy is and I think to myself: wow, that guy looks an awful lot like Henry Cavill.’

I start to chuckle. ‘How much did you have to drink at that moment?’

‘None, totally sober. Jackson pulls me with him and eventually introduces me to his friend Henry Cavill.’

Oh my God, I think I forgot how to breath. ‘You are telling me that the guy who you met at the zoo, who is probably more than just a fling to you and threw a party last night, is friends with the Henry Cavill?’

‘The same Henry Cavill you refuse to follow on Instagram, because you can’t handle that much gorgeousness on your feed.’

No need to attack me like that, I think to myself. I just woke up and was hit with the realization that I could’ve met Henry Cavill last night, but I didn’t want to go to a party. Tip for next time: always say yes when this Jackson guy is throwing a party.

‘Moving on with the story, Henry—yes, I’m on a first name basis with him—kept gawking at me and finally he asked me if we knew each other. I shrugged, telling him how I’m just a simple librarian, that usually doesn’t mingle with hot celebrities. Later on, I don’t know how exactly Jackson, Henry and I got to that topic, but I casually said something along the lines of that I’m friends with the Sandy Choi. Henry nearly loses all the color in his face and Jackson starts to laugh his ass off.’

Where is this story going? What the hell is going on?

Lacey starts to laugh out loud and manages to add: ‘Jackson tells me that mister Henry Cavill is a huge fan of yours and literally drops everything whenever you post a new video and how he had an almost heart attack when you mentioned him in your July first vlog. According to Jackson, he has been questioning your comment saying that you haven’t had your fair share of Henry Cavill today ever since.’

This isn’t happening. This honestly can’t be happening right now. Lacey is totally messing with me. ‘Sure.’

‘I can see you are questioning my fantastic story, so let me show you this then.’ She shares her screen with me and shows me a picture of her, this Jackson fella and Henry fucking Cavill, looking insanely handsome as he usually does. His hair is slightly growing out, revealing some lovely curls of his and he is wearing a white blouse. The buttons are hanging on for dear life. I’m mentally kicking myself. Why didn’t I go to this party? I mean, I would’ve probably embarrassed myself, but still: I could’ve admired him from a far. In real life.

Lacey stops sharing her screen with me and smiles widely in the camera. ‘And Jackson mentioned something about pressuring him into following you on Instagram and sliding into your DM’s, but mister Cavill is petrified of doing such thing, so… I decided to give him your number and I think he already texted you.’

I swipe the video chat away, while I start looking through my Whatsapp chats. I see I have some messages from my manager, my editor, my dad and an unknown number.

‘Did he text you?’

I click on the chat, ignore what it says and press on his profile picture. ‘It’s him,’ I say. ‘It’s really him.’ I admire the photo for a second. His thick and strong arms wrapped around his dog. God, I was dreaming about something like that just minutes ago and now all of the sudden, he has my number?

‘What did he write?’

I check the chat and see that the man wrote a paragraph, instead of multiple tiny texts. That is absolutely adorable.

‘I can see you and your grin,’ Lacey says, reminding me that I might’ve swiped away the video chat, she can indeed still see me. ‘Come on, Sandy, read it to me. I deserve to know what he wrote, since I’m the reason he has your number and texted you in the first place.’

She has a valid point and to be fair, I’d probably share it with her anyways. Best to do it now. ‘Hi Sandy, I swear I’m not a creepy stalker. I’m Henry Cavill and I met your friend Lacey at the party last night. She was kind enough to give me your number. I have no idea what she told you about last night, but I just wanted to let you know that your vlogs really help me to get through my days and that you are truly an inspiration to all young people out there.’

‘This is legit the cutest thing that has ever happened!’ Lacey squeals.

Though I agree, I keep staring at the text. This is what he thinks of me? He thinks I’m an inspiration to all young people out there? My videos help him through his day? ‘I’m going to hang up,’ I say to Lacey, ‘and figure out what to text him back.’

‘Wait,’ she says, ‘you’re not going to tell me what you texted back to Henry fucking Cavill?’

I pull up our video conversation again and shake my head. ‘No, I’m not. Thank you for giving him my number, Lacey, but please don’t make a habit out of it. Thank you. Love you. Bye.’

Before I can hear what she has to say, I hang up on her and look at his text again. My heartbeat is finally normalizing again, though my palms are still sweaty. I need to text him back, because that is a polite thing to do.

But what do I text back to a man like him, especially after he told me such a nice and lovely things? I mean, how do I top that? I can tell him the things I told Lacey whenever we would watch something that he starred in. I could say that I thought he was hot in the Witcher or that they should’ve included shirtless scenes of him in Mission Impossible. I could—

Oh my God, he is online!

I nearly die of panic, throwing my phone away from me on the bed. Maybe hanging up on Lacey was the dumbest thing I could’ve done. I need her help. She knows what she could say to him.

Lord knows how long I’m thinking about a response and I know that I should text him back. I finally wrote something and before I can regret it, I press send.

Sandy: Hi, Lacey indeed told me about last night. I honestly can’t believe that you watch my vlogs and that they help you get through your days. Hearing kind words like these from any subscriber honestly means the world to me 😊

And now we wait. He wasn’t online when I pressed send, so I probably won’t get an answer from him any ti—

Ping.

He already answered? Oh no, no, no, I have to let this moment sink in for a second. He can’t already texted me back. Please, let this be my mother, telling me I need to take my cod liver oil, please let this be her.

Henry Cavill: Do I want to know what she told you?

This sounds cheeky, I can handle cheeky. I can answer to this. I’m an adult woman, who is just texting with someone who is a fan. I can handle fan encounters.

Sort of.

Besides, I can think about the right response, so this is only in my advantage.

Sandy: Just that you are a big fan of my vlogs and drop everything when I post a new video.

Henry Cavill: Right, that’s not too bad, I guess.

Sandy: And that according to your friend Jackson, you almost had a heart attack when I mentioned you in my vlog and you have been questioning my fair share of Henry Cavill of today comment.

Henry Cavill: Great…

Sandy: It’s kind of flattering to be totally honest with you.

Henry Cavill: I’m just dying of embarrassment, give me a minute.

I can’t help but to chuckle. It’s weird, that I’m actually talking to Henry Cavill right now. Who would’ve ever thought that that would happen to me? I decide not to share the Instagram and sliding into my DM’s story that Lacey shared with me.

Sandy: I hope that Lacey haven’t told any embarrassing stories about me.

Henry Cavill: Just that you went to Mission Impossible: Fall Out three times in the cinema and that you commented all those three times that there wasn’t enough of me in it.

Okay, now it’s my turn to die of embarrassment. I feel like he is sparing me the need to fall into a deep hole of embarrassment, since he doesn’t mention Lacey adding to it that there wasn’t enough ass and the lack of shirtlessness on his part, because I said that all those three times as well. I know my friend and I know that she told him that.

Sandy: Right… I’m sorry.

Henry Cavill: It was pretty flattering and good for my ego 😉

⟢⟡⟣

Henry—yes I’m on a first name basis with him now as well, but I have yet to change his name in my phone—and his texts have caused tiny disasters around my apartment.

I burned my pancakes, because he kept distracting me with texts, causing the fire alarm to go off. Because I wanted to shut the thing up, I had to stand on a chair, but my brain was still with those texts, so I nearly broke my neck when I fell off it.

While I was filling the kettle with water, I forgot the tap was still running, causing the thing to overflow with water. I stubbed my toe not once, not twice, but three times on the same table leg.

But despite that, talking to Henry has been such a nice thing all morning and the first half of the afternoon. He keeps on complimenting me on my editing, saying what his favorite moments are in my vlogs, while I on my term share about the favorite moments of his interviews, his movies. It’s obvious that we are fans of one another, so having it out in the open, doesn’t feel weird or uncomfortable.

But nothing prepares me for his latest text.

Henry Cavill: I’m going out for a walk with Kal, since it’s cooling down now. You want to join us?

I know I should answer him and I should answer him now, but I keep pacing around my living room. Going out with him on a walk, means talking to him. Like using my vocal cords to communicate with him, talking to him. Am I ready for that? What if I disappoint? I’m probably going to disappoint.

I take a deep breath. You didn’t went to the party last night, so you should go now, Sandy, I tell myself. You can do it. He is inviting you, meaning he wants to hang out with you. That is a good sign.

Sandy: Sure, I just need to get ready. I think I’m ready in about thirty minutes.

Henry Cavill: I’ll share my location, so you know where to go to, okay?

Taglist: @flhorah​ // @henrythickcavill​ // @toomanystoriessolittletime​

#henry cavill #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill x oc #so henry you want to start a youtube channel #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill x sandy choi

[jalebi-likes]

Ishqbaaz Liveblog, E15: Annika Decides to Legally Adopt Saahil

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Hello guys, 

Yes I’m going to continue the rest of my liveblogs here at jalebi-likes because this is my extension of everything outside IPK so I felt it would be fitting for IB LBs to be here. 

And yes, I’m back with liveblogging Ishqbaaz - just with fewer memes cause it sometimes takes too much time to upload a post! @tellywoodtrash​ see I'm back because of you!

Enjoy my crazy lbs of IB! 

Best, 

- S

E15: Annika Decides to Legally Adopt Saahil (Annika Devi Ki Jai Ho!)

- CUTIE Soumya makes an entry.

- Ok I love Shivaay being lost at this sudden random person saying whaddup Bhaiya.

- Lol, Om is dying that Rudy has made a ‘friend’ here as well.

- Wah, she literally brought a band and started singing.

- OK I AM DYING BECAUSE THE INSTRUMENT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE SONG. ALSO, SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT.

- Yeah… we’re having a a Hindi retro song and it’s effects out of a modern day mic and guitar. 

- Saumya is cute… very, but also aise rishte nate banane waale aa jaate hain? Stranger danger guys...

- LOL RUDY IS LIKE SHE’S NOT A WOMAN AND EVEYRONE’S LIKE WHAAAAT AND RUDY SAID NO… SHE’S AN ANGEL

- Not a fan of the sudden song

- ANOTHER AD

- THIS IS ANOTHER AD THAT ADVERTISES… HOSPITALS?

- Lol, I love how Om is like moment is gone, for how long should we keep hugging???

- Yes Annika, leave the home. I love you. 

- ANNIKA IS TOTAL SINGHAM! WAH, LOOK AT THE WAY SHE STOPPED THE SLAP. Uff, I love the bg music they use for Annika - they sometimes use it for Shivaay. I love it.

- HAHAHA, YES “IF I LEAVE YOUR HAND, YOU’RE FORGETTING MY HAND BECOMES FREE”

- Ugh, Bua stops Annika from leaving with Saahil cause she’s legal guardian.

- AHAHA YES THEY BOTH THREATEN BUAJI THAT IF SHE FORCES THEM TO STAY WITH HER THEN THEY’LL COMPLAIN TO THE POLICE THAT HER NEGLIGENCE, OR THAT SHE IS THE ONE WHO KIDNAPPED SAAHIL.

- My heart and soul are for this sibling pair!

- I love badass Annika. There’s no deep love/respect because one’s old - rather she’s done with Buaji’s bullshit and that’s perfect.

- Wah, Rudy totally forgot that Shivaay is the one who’s sick. He’s lamenting over missing gym day, dates and the exhaustion of staying up. Lol. 

- I LOVE ALL THE O SIBLINGS STOPPING SHIVAAY FROM ATTENDING ANY AND EVERY CALL!

- So that murder aunty villain is Shivaay’s Bua??? Are all the buas in this show a creepy person.

- Yes Shivaay, I really like you in non romantic stuff, I LOVE he smells something off about his Bua. He knows his current circumstances and Bua’s entry is a bit off. 

- AWW CANTEEN AUNTY GIVES SPACE TO ANNIKA TO LIVE!!!

- Yaar these 4 Lions Canteen Aunties are the best characters in every show. First Manju, now this show.

- WOW, 15 EPISODES AND ANNIKA STILL HAS AN INDEPENDENT LIFE TO LIVE! It’s so sweet that Annika wants to legally adopt Saahil. I love this. 

- Ugh, Shivaay yapping and cribbing why Annika was released from jail. Dude… why did you recover?

- I don’t like the on the nose job the show does through Om, Rudy and Dadi about “wow, Shivaay ‘hates’ a girl, wow he feels a strong emotion for a girl… oooooohhhhhhhhh”

- awww, baby Saahil is in pyaar with with some classmate. Ofc Annika knows how to tempt Saahil with samosas. 

- Ugh, she sees Shivaay in the papers and groans. 

- Poor Annika, she’s now stuck in a legal mess of legally adopting Saahil. 

- I love and I mean LOVE the bond between Annika and Saahil. 

- So cute! Saahil gives her a chocolate so as to she can have a good day :)

- I feel Pinky is gonna make sense. YES PINKY AND JHANVI BOTH HAVE A WTF FACE SEEING THE ‘BUA’

- Dadi is crazy, getting her daughter back into the family. 

- Maut ko niyota dena, as in ‘inviting death’ has never been so literal. 

- Haha I love how Pinky is openly shitting on the Bua. While Jhanvi is gibing her subtle dirty glares. 

- I love how both Jhanvi and Pinky are oddly united in their dislike for a common villain, which is their Nanand. 

- Tia, SHE IS SO CUTE AND IS LOOKING SO PRETTY. Tia… still thinking about engagement?

- Tia is so cute, I hate how Om shoots dirty glares at her like she’s not “right” for his bro.

- Great Shivaay, you lost the chip of Tej and Svetlana. Although I don’t blame him cause he had 2/3 murder attempts on same day. 

- And Annika is in a mess, poor thing misinterpreted some random police as the ones her Bua might’ve sent to get Saahil back.

- Woah, Shivaay is so useful when he has nothing to do regarding Annika. He remembers, POST ACCIDENT AND COMA, about a chip. Mera toh aadhi memory aise hi chali jaati hai. What nuts does he eat? I need to buy more badaam.

- Lol, the chip is with Annika. Ofc. Shivaay is even more pissed. Arrey bandhu yeh toh hona hi tha. 

- The End -

My two cents: I love the plot. It’s nice, honestly and the only thing that’s not working for me is actually the lead pair (not acting - Surbhi’s acing Annika), it’s that I don’t see why Annika and Shivaay should be together. They’re still better off in their individual lives. I’m waiting for when I’ll ship them. But overall, absolutely LOVE the sibling love, the plot lines, the villain, Annika’s life and everything. 

- S

#ib #indian television #ishqbaaz #ishqbaaz liveblog #jalebi watches something else #queue ki saas bhi kabhi bahu thi

[faulty-writes]

I REALLY loved those headcanons you did where Izuku, Mirio and Tamaki were jealous over their crush paying attention to plushies of themselves instead of them. Because I LOVE plushies, could I request sort of sequel headcanons where their crush also collects dollhouse miniatures, like furniture and food, and makes sets so she can take pictures of them? I do this, and maybe it's silly, but I personally find it very fun and relaxing.

 [ I think I've seen what you're talking about, takes some talent I know that. Though I'm a fan of watching people cook miniature food as strange as that sounds. But it's just so cute. ]

Previous plushie headcanons located here. 

Izuku Midoriya 

Izuku first saw it when he walked into your dorm room, Class 1-A had decided to have a movie night together and he wanted to invite you. However, his eyes widened when he saw that dollhouse complete with various accessories including furniture. You were sitting in front of it and it looked like you were setting up some kind of scene. He tilted his head, “Uh Y/n...” he began before he noticed that damn plushie Deku was sitting in the dollhouse.  

Izuku felt like that plushie was mocking him. “Hey Midoriya!” you greeted, “Check it out, I set up this dollhouse so I can take even cuter pictures of plushie Deku,” you announced before noticing Izuku’s odd expression. “Uh...” you wanted to ask if he was okay before he quickly muttered, “Oh? I...I’m so...happy for you.” the words seemed forced and it concerned you, but you didn’t question it. 

Curiosity got the best of him after that and he began looking through your social media, his face flushed when he saw just how many pictures you had taken of plushie Deku in that dollhouse. All sorts of different sets and backgrounds. That familiar jealousy swirled in his stomach and he tightened his grip around his phone. He couldn’t help himself as he marched straight to your room. He knocked before promptly stepping inside, he was about to scream when he noticed Mina, Tsuyu and Jirou were sitting on the floor with you. 

“Uh...” his eyes widened and he suddenly lost his courage, “Hey Midoriya, ribbit. What brings you here?” Tsuyu questioned before Mina jumped in. “Maybe he wants to see plushie Deku, isn’t he the cutest!?” Mina said as she hugged the plushie close to her and then, you did something that made Izuku growl. “He sure is!” you commented as you grabbed the plushie and proceeded to kiss it. He tightened his fists and took a step forward, “You know...that’s not very nice! Why...why are you kissing that plushie when you have the real Deku in front of you?” he demanded and you exchanged confused looks with the three girls before Izuku ducked his head and quickly left the room. 

You had come to the conclusion that Izuku was jealous of his plushie self, yet again. So, you tried to think of a solution and believed that asking Izuku to pose with plushie Deku would be a good idea. “What...I d-don’t...I mean...” he wanted to say no, but the way you were looking at him and how happy he knew it would make you. There was no room to say no, despite his hatred for that plushie. He found himself agreeing and you guided him to your room. 

You set up the dollhouse on your table and rearranged some of the furniture before handing your precious plushie to Izuku. His throat rumbled with a growl as he held it, he even went as far as to glare at it. He hated this plushie so much and he was jealous that you loved the plushie instead of him. “Okay, now stand in front of the dollhouse and put plushie Deku in his chair.” you instructed and though he wanted to throw the plushie out the window, he forced himself to do as you said and placed plushie Deku down. 

You raised your camera to take a picture, “Alright...” you said and Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat, this wasn’t fair. He should be the one getting all your attention, he should be the one to get all your kisses. What was so interesting about that dumb plushie anyway? Maybe...maybe he just had to show you how much you meant to him. Prove that he was the only one worthy of your attention. 

His hands tightened into fists before you said, “Cheese” and Izuku took a step forward. You gasped as his hands cupped your face and you dropped your phone in the process. “Izu-” before you could finish your sentence, you felt warm lips press against yours and your eyes widened. But Izuku was utterly determined that he could finally outdo that plushie if he kissed you. 

Mirio Togata 

When Mirio found out you had begun taking pictures of plushie Lemillion in a dollhouse, all sorts of different positions and scenery. Well, of course, he got jealous. So he came up with an idea, which involved a plushie version of your hero alias. Though when Mirio showed you said plushie, well you couldn’t help but think it was odd but flattering. “Hey, sunshine! I have an amazing idea!” he said as he held the plushie version of you behind his back. “Hm? What is it Mirio?” you questioned as you continued to rearrange a few pieces of furniture for the dollhouse. 

Mirio chuckled and slowly brought out plushie you which caught you by surprise. Since when did they sell plushie versions of you? Had you agreed to this? You couldn’t remember, but either way. Mirio smiled as he explained, “I think we should take pictures of our plushie selves together, after all, don’t you think that’d be cute? Maybe we could even make it romantic.” he suggested and though you knew Mirio had feelings for you. Using the plushies to play out certain romantic scenarios was a tad strange. 

Still, you agreed to let him take the pictures, but it was a little hard to work next to someone and Mirio’s stature was rather...big so trying to move around him was difficult and his suggestions were beginning to annoy you. “Don’t you think the little sofa should be over here?” he said, “Or maybe we could move this and...” he had reached over to grab a chair which was made out of real velvet and one you had special ordered. However, it seemed like Mirio had butterfingers and the small piece of furniture slipped from his fingers. 

You looked terrified as it hit the ground, but Mirio quickly scrambled to his feet. “Don’t worry! I got it, wait a minute!” his feet were moving so quickly, he ended up stepping on the chair and a crack echoed. “Uh...oh, I-I’m sorry sunshine!” he said as he moved his foot and you were so upset you chased him out of the room, throwing the plushie version of you at him. 

Despite Mirio ruining an accessory for your dollhouse, you did manage to take a few pictures before the incident occurred and though you had thought about deleting them. You decided it would be good for your social media if you uploaded them and to your surprise, they were quite popular. Hm, maybe Mirio’s idea wasn’t so bad. Of course, you hadn’t seen Mirio since you shooed him out of your room. But the blond was still feeling guilty over what he did. He needed to make it up to you somehow.

A few days later, he ended up knocking on your door and presenting you with a new piece of furniture for your dollhouse. “I know it’s not the same,” he said as he rubbed the back of his head. “But...it’s something, I hope you know how sorry I am and...sunshine, I wanted to take pictures of our plushies together because...well...it’s kind of my dream to end up with you...” he confessed with flushing red cheeks, though you already knew he held feelings for you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have acted the way he did. 

You ended up asking Mirio if he still had that plushie of you, of course, he did. “How about we do another photo shoot?” you suggested before bringing plushie Lemillion up to Mirio’s lips, making a playful kiss noise. Mirio looked annoyed for a split second, honestly, he was hoping for a kiss from you. But, he knew better than to let his jealousy ruin something important to you again. So he agreed, despite the fact he’d still need to figure out a way to make you fall for him as you had done for plushie Lemillion.

Tamaki Amajiki 

When you had walked up to Tamaki and grabbed his hand, he became flustered. “Uh...uh...Y-Y/n, i-is there s-something you uh, w-want?” he stuttered out and you couldn’t help but smile, Tamaki was adorable sometimes. But yes, you had something to show him and promptly guided him to the common area where an oversized dollhouse sat. Tamaki looked confused before he saw it, plushie Suneater sitting happily on what looked like a well put together doll-sized couch. 

Once more, he felt that jealousy begin to burn inside of him but it quickly faded when you turned to him. You were a little too close and he ended up flushing as he found himself staring into your eyes and feeling your hot breath against his face. “I took some pictures of plushie Suneater and you wouldn’t believe how many people love you Tamaki! You’re so popular!” you said and gasped as Tamaki’s face turned red and he almost hit the floor. 

Maybe you came off too strong, so when he was feeling better. You tried again, “Tamaki...can you please help me? I’d really like more views on my work and if you could dress up as Suneater and pose with the plushie, it would really help me out!” Tamaki didn’t seem too thrilled with the idea but he knew he’d do anything for you and ended up agreeing.

Of course, he didn’t expect to get as jealous as he did. Especially when you’d cuddle and kiss that Suneater plushie after every shoot, it just wasn’t fair! He had asked you for a kiss before. Around the first time he had been introduced to the Suneater plushie, of course, you didn’t give him what he asked. Which made him tempted to ask again...maybe even demand a kiss from you, after all, he was working just as hard as the plushie. 

Of course, you were a little oblivious to his jealousy and came up with another idea. One that involved Tamaki using his quirk, more specifically his tentacles. But he seemed a little confused by the request, “W-What do you m-mean Y-Y/n?” you smirked and showed him the small attachment you had gotten for the plushie. It was a plastic tentacle hand and Tamaki couldn’t help but frown, were you trying to make plushie Suneater more like the real thing? 

He growled and watched as you put the plastic tentacles on the plushie. He glanced down, scraping his teeth together. “Y-You know...” he began, effectively catching your attention. “I...s-should have g-gotten a kiss...i-instead of that p-plushie.” before you could react, Tamaki’s tentacles wrapped around your waist and pulled you toward him. Your arm ended up hitting the dollhouse which fell to the floor with a loud crash, plushie Suneater laid among the mess. Your mind flashed back to the last time he had done this, however, it seemed this time he was determined to get that kiss. 

“Tamaki!” you cried out and pressed your hand against his chest, but his facial expression was unreadable. He then brought his free hand up, despite you trying to struggle to get out of his tentacles. He smiled, “I...d-don’t think I’ll a-apologize for t-this.” he said before he leaned close and pressed his lips against yours, your eyes widened as you noticed how soft they felt. Tamaki wasn’t being aggressive with the kiss which put you at ease. You took a breath when he pulled away and smiled at you. “M-Maybe, you s-should be f-focusing on the r-real Suneater.” 

#izuku x reader #tamaki x reader #mirio x reader #bnha requests #Anonymous

[dailybeastarsthings]

Chapter 3 – The Moon Shines Bright on Sinners

The night was quiet. The only thing breaking the silence was the rippling of water in the nearby fountain. The silver rays of the moon were dancing on the tiny drops as the water was dancing vividly.

Legoshi was walking back and forth near the entrance of the school’s gymnasium. His steps quietly echoed in the darkness. He was appointed to stand guard in case anyone was about to spot them. The situation made him stressed, he just wanted to leave and go back to his dorm room to rest.

“Hurry up already!” he thought.

All of a sudden, he heard a quiet rustle near him. He looked around, but the only thing he saw was the fountain waving back at him from the silver light. Legoshi listened carefully and heard the noise once again. It was coming from even closer. It almost seemed like it was coming from right next to him. He looked down and saw a tiny little bug. It was a cricket. Legoshi was relieved. He squatted down and put his hand down to pick up the small creature.

“Oh it’s just you” he said. “What are you doing here? What about me?” he asked as the cricket climbed onto his palm. “What am I doing here?”

Legoshi looked up at the moon and lost himself in his thoughts.

***

Zoe entered the office. He looked worried to be in one room with the Club Leader and a giant grey wolf. He made worried looks in both directions as he was trying to find out who to trust more, if he could. Legoshi was no different. He was stressed because of Louis’ request.

“Why do you look so glum?” Louis asked. “I’m personally giving you a request. You should be happy.”

“And… umm… What’s the request?” Legoshi asked.

“Now-now. You need to hear me out first” Louis replied. “First off, Zoe, congratulations on becoming Tem’s substitute.”

“T-Thank you so much for the opportunity. I-I promise to do my best!” Zoe replied, visibly nervous.

“Tomorrow’s rehearsal will be in the gymnasium. You better be prepared.”

“Yes, of course, Louis.”

Legoshi zoned out and lost himself in his thoughts.

“This red dear has a sensibility for the right acting, the right tone and the right posture down to the finest detail. Naturally, he makes use of that skill to unleash his acting talent to its greatest potential… Whenever he enters the stage, the atmosphere of the auditorium changes completely. The audience. The stage hands. We all find ourselves captivated by his performance as Adler, the Grim Reaper. It’s as if Adler himself is bounding us all by a spell. Louis is the top performer in the Drama Club and the most popular animal in Cherryton Academy. I wonder though, how hard it must be to have to take care of those scary antlers every day…”

“It was a twist of fate to see you here, Odie the water spirit” Louis said, breaking the silence. Legoshi finally came back to reality.

“Huh?” Zoe was surprised and stressed. What was he supposed to do he wondered.

“We’re rehearsing, give me Odie’s line” Louis replied.

Zoe was visibly confused. He didn’t know what to say or how to act. His face became red and sweaty.

“Zoe was given the role just yesterday and he is just a middle schooler. I can’t imagine him memorizing all those long lines in one night” Legoshi thought.

“I’m sorry, I still haven’t memorized my lines” Zoe said, almost crying.

Louis stood up from his chair. He walked to Zoe with a perfectly calm expression on his face. Not a flinch or a tense muscle. No raised eyebrows either, just calmness. As he reached Zoe, he quickly grabbed his face with one hand and pushed his cheeks hard.

“Louis, what are you…” Zoe was shocked by Louis’ behavior.

“What’s wrong, Zoe? Open your mouth. Did you eat the script? I know goats can eat paper but I don’t want you using that ability of yours around here.”

“Stop it, I wouldn’t eat it” Zoe replied desperately. “I’ll be sure to memorize the lines by tomorrow’s rehearsal."

“No! I know how lazy goats are, so save your breath. Come with me!”

“Where?” Zoe asked.

“To the gymnasium” Louis replied. “We’re going to sneak in and have private rehearsal similar to tomorrow’s.”

Legoshi was shocked by Louis’ intentions. He knew they would be breaking several of the school’s rules.

“Wait, you can’t do that!” he said “Trespassing the school after closing hours is against the rules! What if you get caught or…?”

“Don’t you get it?” Louis asked. “That’s where you come in. You’re going to stand guard outside the gym.”

Legoshi looked at Louis with a disappointed look. His hears drooped.

“Are you perhaps going to be a hero and refuse my request, Legoshi?” Louis asked with the softest smile on his face. “That’s a shame… I’m sure if I offered you one of my legs in return, you’d happily accept it with a drooling mouth” Louis said as he pulled Legoshi closer to his face by his tie.

Legoshi couldn’t figure out how to behave at the gesture. Louis finally let go of his tie.

“Alright, let’s go. The gym’s at the back gate. You’re going to cooperate for the sake of the Drama Club though. I won’t give you my leg” Louis said as he exited the office with Zoe and closed the door.

“Not that I would need it or want it…” Legoshi thought as he, too, reached for the doorknob and left the room.

The three boys were quietly walking through the school building, then the school yard. No one in sight, all the dorms were lit up by the several lights, emitting their amber light through the windows. Students had already returned to their rooms after dinner.

“Thank you for going through all this trouble for me” Zoe said breaking the silence.

Louis stopped and turned around.

“What are you talking about? I’m doing this so you don’t make tomorrow’s rehearsal awkward for everyone else. You’d better get it through your head that I’m not doing this for you. We’re going to rehearse tonight so you don’t embarrass me tomorrow.”

They finally reached the gym and opened the door. As Zoe and Louis were entering, Louis turned around and looked at Legoshi.

“Stay right here. If you hear anything or anyone, come in and tell me immediately!”

***

It was getting late; a thin layer of mist fell onto the ground, covering everything around. Legoshi was still worried about the situation.

“They’re probably working their hardest right now…” he thought. “Even the lights aren’t turned on. If they find us like this, will the Drama Club be abolished? And will I be suspended?”

He looked at the figures of the fountain across. The water was flowing gently out of the vases they held.

“I envy you guys. Pouring water without a worry in the world” he said, sighing.

“Well, I can’t imagine anyone else being here so late with that incident and all…” he thought as he was taking a deep breath.

But there was a scent mixed in that breath, different from the water… or the flowers… or the milk white mist… There was someone else there with Legoshi.

“There’s an herbivore” he thought while he gazed around trying to figure out its location.

“It’s close by… Just one… Wait!” Legoshi squatted down, rubbing his eyes and temples. “I need to concentrate on my task and block any unneeded information.”

But his determination was in vain. He couldn’t help himself anymore. The thought of a nearby herbivore was so captivating and tempting…

“Let’s see… Small body… Herbivore… Their distance from me is about 10 meters…”

Legoshi looked up and saw a shadow near the fountain. It was not moving. It seemed like the shadow was trying to pierce through the mist, looking at him. Legoshi quickly hid behind one of the columns of the gym’s entrance.

“Not good… I can’t see them well from all the fog but maybe… It noticed me?”

Legoshi looked out from behind the column. The figure looked back at him. It felt like a staring contest between them. None of them was moving, just waiting in silence for the other’s next move.

“Wait… If I chase you, will you run away? If I make the first move…”

Legoshi didn’t even finish his thought. His eyes turned bloodshot and he positioned himself to lash out towards the shadow. As he was moving slowly, his claws made a tiny rustle on the floor. The shadow seemed to hear the sound and started running away, fast. Legoshi didn’t hesitate and in two seconds, he grabbed the small herbivore from behind. He caught it.

All this took no more than two seconds, yet it seemed like an instant. In those two seconds Legoshi made sudden contact with two things. One: a small rabbit. And two: his feral instincts.

Thank you for reading! Chapter 4.1. will be uploaded next Friday! :)

#beastars #beastars fanfiction