#and he tries to cover it up with pride and it only works like 5% of the time. also hes not the one behind the money rule

[perenlop]

Playing through Explorers of the Spirit and catching up to where I was... and I'm sorry I mean no disrespect, but it really comes across like the modder never got over their beef with chatot from 10 years ago and is using the opportunity in the game to vent about how much he sucks and why the guild is bad actually

#i mean. yeah hero is meant to be an asshole and all and they get consequences for their behavior and its all meant to be uncomfortable #but im told the chatot stuff doesnt really improve. and like. im sorry he would not fucking say all that #free my man he did do things but not all that #idk i feel like people miss the point of chatot's character? hes a ball of anxiety that manifests as anger and deflection #and he tries to cover it up with pride and it only works like 5% of the time. also hes not the one behind the money rule #hes like. a higher up thats stretched super thin and is managing a lot at once and he has a shitty bedroom sldfldsf #hes under a lot of stress and it pushes him to do terrible things #but like i said earlier- its not terrible to watch because hes not seen as awesome and perfect for this #the apprentices still respect him but they make barbed comments at him and even wigglytuff is like ''ew hes lame'' during the expedition #he has consequences for his behavior! they know hes an ass and they lean into it. and thats better than nothing to me #idk. hes a complex and flawed guy. i find him compelling. i get why people may not like him tho #but its definitely weird to be like. ''oh hes a horrible man he lies by omission to manipulate you into joining the guild- #-and hes super lazy and he pawns off his work onto you and hes ruined careers and hes PROUD of it and he giggles over it-!'' #you did not get the point of his character. by ''pawning off work'' you mean delegating tasks which every apprentice does #also not to victim blame or anything ig but like. damn its not his fault hero joined the guild on a whim sdlkfjsdf #idk. it comes across as really hollow to me like the author just wanted to stick it to chatot after all these years #and it makes the whole thing as like an epilogue au thing to the canon story feel less authentic to me #idk its just a mod but i feel like this is just a common thing ppl push on chatot. he sucks but not like that #echoed voice

[williamsracinggf]

✧.* just like dad / ls2 *.✧

little luna sargeant's got her mind set on one thing: she wants to be just like dad when she grows up.

notes: HURRRR THEY WONT TAKE ME OFF SHADOWBAN SO I'M POSTING HERE UNTIL THEY TAKE ME OFF and yes i'm still tagging it under dpm LMFAOOO

“i’m nervous.” logan glances at the sleeping 5-year-old sprawled across the backseat with her koala stuffie covering her face. he sits back again and glances at you, eyes stuck on the road ahead.

you hum and glance over at him, shaking his leg as he twists his body and takes another look at your daughter. “it’s not even your race, babe.”

you hear logan sigh exasperatedly, staring longingly at the snoring kid. “i know it’s her race. but you know,” he trails off, tilting his head slightly.

he doesn’t get nervous about his races anymore. so when the then 4-year-old daughter came up to him after his race in miami talking about how she wanted to register for a karting race this year, he was more than flabbergasted. he remembers looking over at you in shock while you just shrugged and told him, “you heard the lady.”

while you’re not entirely pleased by your daughter’s decision to start karting, you wouldn’t ever dare to be the parent who told her what she can and cannot do. it’s a value that you and logan had discussed earlier in your relationship and something you’ve tried to stick to heavily.

if you have the means to ensure that your daughter can do what her heart desires, then why would you ever deny her?

logan would have preferred for his carbon copy to not subject herself to the brutality of the sport he’s gotten himself into, but he also cannot help the feeling of pride growing in his chest at the thought of his daughter taking after him. there is something so endearing about the way she wants to be just like him — in her words, not his.

“you can always tell her not to race,” you shrug. “no harm in saying no.”

he throws his head back as he gets comfortable in his seat again. “i can’t do that,” he shakes his head, “you saw how excited she was when we signed her up for her classes.”

you laugh. “besides, you’ve got the perfect gift for luna.” you reach over for his leg in the passenger seat, squeezing him as you smile at him. “she’ll love it.”

that’s another thing: the custom helmet that logan had gotten made for luna’s first race ever. your daughter initially only insisted on her own race suit, which you went and got customised together without logan on a weekend he was away for a race.

it wasn’t until little luna had seen one of logan’s helmets on one of your bedroom shelves that she decided she wanted one for herself. but by that point, it never would have made it in time for her first race.

though, logan being the proud dad that he is (and luna being daddy’s little girl), he already had a custom helmet in the works with a much cuter motif. it’s pink and grey with koalas plastered all over it, thanks to oscar’s influence on the little girl during their trip to australia early last year.

“that design was sent in months ago. what if she doesn’t even like pink anymore?”

logan’s concern is valid. the little girl had taken after your indecisiveness, often changing her claims for things that are her favourite every other day. one time she had sobbed for a solid half hour after logan came home with blue raspberry flavoured candy, suddenly claiming that strawberries are actually her favourite flavour of candy.

logan looked at you hopelessly for help, but neither of you had gotten the memo that her blue raspberry obsession was short-lived. he wound up walking out the front door and coming back with a bag full of strawberry-flavoured candies, feeling like the worst dad that he had somehow let it slip his mind what her favourite candy was.

both of you struggled to finish the blue raspberry candy for weeks, having to start giving it away in the paddocks during his next race.

“i’m sure she still likes pink as much as she did yesterday,” you explain, glancing at your daughter through your rearview mirror. “look at her — it looks like the pink panther threw up all over her.”

he looks back at her, almost bursting out in laughter at how right you are. she’s taken the liberty to dress herself in a pink tutu with a random grey shirt, topped off with a bow that held her hair in a ponytail. “are you sure? what if she wakes up and changes her mind?”

your car comes to a slow stop, surrounded by several other cars in the parking lot of the karting track. you turn to logan and sigh as you shake your head. “you’re overthinking this, babe. she’ll love it,” you reach over for his hand, “because it’s from you.”

he raises an eyebrow, staring at you with clear scepticism. being away for weeks at a time didn’t make him feel like a great dad, despite the young girl always clinging to him whenever he was back in town for breaks, always rambling on about how much she missed her dad while he was gone and that she watched his race.

it’s managed to make him feel so disconnected in her life, sometimes even jealous of how much time you’ve gotten to spend with luna as she grew up. he just doesn’t feel like he knows a lot about her, despite him passing the random quizzes from his giggly daughter right before bed.

“are we here?”

logan flinches at the tiny face that’s slotted herself between their seats, clutching his chest while the 2 girls burst into laughter. “you’re sneaky! i didn’t even notice you were awake!”

“the car stopped moving!” luna shrieks, climbing between the two seats to throw herself onto logan. “and i’m excited!”

“of course, you are!” you cheer, reaching over to pat her head. “it’s your first race, isn’t it?”

she turns her head to look at you with a wide smile, her familiar green eyes shining in the sun that hits your car. your genetics hadn’t had a chance against logan’s — the small girl sported identical green eyes and dirty blonde hair, with dimples to complete the mission of being his clone.

“uncle ozzy will be here too, right? with aunty lily?” she scrambles to press her face against the window, hands cupped over her eyes as she scopes out for her parents’ best friends in the crowd outside the car. “what about uncle alex?”

“they promised to be here to watch your race, lu,” logan laughs, peeling her away from the window. he sits his daughter on his lap, leaning back as he enjoys their time in the cold of the car. “i actually got you a present for the race today.”

“a present! where?”

“it’s in the back, but-”

“then let’s go!” luna squirms in her father’s grip, reaching forward to unlock his door. she almost falls out when she opens it, giggling when logan’s grip on her arm refrains her from hitting the ground face first.

she wiggles out of his grasp, logan tiredly looking over his shoulder at you, still sitting peacefully in the driver’s seat. you shrug as you pull down the visor and grab your makeup bag. “you told her about your present. you know how she feels about presents.”

he opens his mouth to shoot back an explanation, but is cut short by his daughter screeching and running back up to his side of the car. “daddy, my present!”

she reaches up for logan’s hand, forcefully pulling him out of the car. he nods, stumbling over himself as he hurriedly reaches back to release his seatbelt and lets her drag him to the trunk of your family car.

“what is it? is it a toy?” she beams, hopping next to logan as he scavages the several bags in the back for the black dustbag that contains her new helmet. “did you get it while you were away?”

“it’s no longer a surprise if i tell you,” logan laughs.

“is it a toy?”

logan shrugs, reappearing with a bag in his hand. luna’s eyes widened at the far larger gift than she had expected. she reaches up for the bag, whining when logan doesn’t immediately give it to her.

“do you want to guess what it is?” he teases, lifting it further out of her grasp.

“no!” she shrieks, now wrapping her arms and legs around her father’s body at an attempt to climb him to get to her promised present. “please, daddy! my present! i wanna see it!”

“how can daddy give you the present when you’re climbing him like a little monkey, my love?” you laugh, coming around the corner to tear her off logan’s body. “are you our little monkey baby?”

you burst into laughter watching the tiny girl screech in response, shaking her head aggressively as she tries to rebuke your accusations.

alas, logan finally gets on his knees to match her height. he holds out the bag to her, grinning when her green eyes stare into his, her body shaking in excitement. “present time?”

she nods, biting down on her lip. “present time.”

she drops to the ground when logan hands it over. she immediately grabs at the bag, tugging it off the helmet and grunts when there’s another layer of paper packaging that shies it away from her prying hands and curious eyes.

when she does get around to it, though, it’s like time stops when she lays eyes on the large drawing of the koala on the top of the helmet. just 3 weeks ago, she had finally come to terms that she wouldn’t have her own custom helmet for her first ever race ( against her best wishes). now here’s a helmet with her name in black at the corner.

she breaks into a mind-curling scream as she jumps to her feet excitedly. she certainly doesn’t notice the eyes heavily staring at your family, but you do, simply shrugging before returning your attention to luna.

“daddy!” she screams, throwing her arms around logan’s neck, knocking him back into the ground. she doesn’t even notice the soft thud when the back of his head hits the car. “it’s pink and there’s a koala! oh, my days!”

you snort at her vocabulary, suddenly wishing that you hadn’t taken george up on the free babysitting in the paddocks whenever you’re there. her vocabulary never fails to shock you, seemingly being the perfect mix of a kid growing up in the uk with a dash of american from her dad’s side of the family.

she pulls away from him, picking the helmet up from the ground and hops on over to you. “look at it, mummy! it’s got a koala on it!”

you feign excitement and shock. logan had consulted you with the design about a month or two ago, asking you for opinions and any additional designs to satisfy his little girl. you’d even seen the helmet just this morning before getting out of bed to make breakfast for the family.

she turns back to logan, who simply grins. “you like it?”

“i love it!” she screeches. she places the helmet over the dustbag on the ground, whirling around to throw her arms over logan again. “it’s the best present ever! i really really love it!” she throws her head back. “you’re the best dad in the world! i love you!”

she grabs logan’s face, mushing his cheeks as she presses a sloppy kiss on his cheeks. “thank you, thank you!”

“little luna!” oscar’s voice makes the young girl perk up, turning around at the call of her favourite uncle.

she picks up the helmet and sprints over to the couple not too far away, stopping in their tracks when she practically throws herself into oscar’s arms with the helmet in her hands. “look what daddy got me!”

oscar and lily immediately gawk at the girl’s amazement of her dad’s present, showing them all of the things she’s noticed since she laid eyes on it about 5 minutes ago.

logan finally turns to you, sighing in relief. he rests his head on your shoulder and you chuckle as you wrap your arms around him and pat his back. “you’re too hard on yourself, love,” you hum, swaying slightly as you take a quick glance at luna, now surrounded by alex and george who are also congratulating her on her first helmet. “she sees you, you know.”

he pulls away and leans into your touch when you cup his cheek. perhaps he’s too hard on himself. but when you’re away from your daughter most of the year, you’re bound to start thinking that you’re no better than an absent parent.

“i just always feel so disconnected from you guys.” he clenches his jaw, throwing himself over your smaller frame again to hide his face in your hair. “i wish i was around more. it feels like i’m losing her with each day i’m not around.”

“she talks about you all the time and how cool you are.” you pull away and grin slightly, caressing his cheek with your thumbs. “look at her — entering her first karting race. she goes on and on about being just like daddy. you’re her hero.”

logan raises his eyebrow and clenches his jaw. “again — i wouldn’t say i should be her role model when it comes to racing.”

“you can’t change her mind,” you shrug, forcefully turning logan around to look at luna, now in fits of giggles as oscar helps her to try on the helmet. “you’re always with her even when you’re not.” you rest your cheek on his arm, wrapping an arm around his and intertwining your fingers together.

“i just miss you guys so much all the time.” he throws his head back with a groan, turning back to you. “i miss you all the fucking time.”

“don’t be like that.” you tiptoe and pucker your lips, giggling sheepishly when he bends down to press his lips on yours. “luna loves watching the races and she looks forward to you coming home with trinkets and candy. she never forgets you.”

before he can answer, a hand is hitting his thigh, forcing him to pull away to look down at what’s cut your intimate time short.

the girl looks up with her helmet on, her small hands struggling to pull up the visor. “daddy, mummy, look.”

“oh, luna, you look so cool!” logan gushes, helping the girl lift the visor.

her cheeks are mushed in the helmet, green eyes shining through as she throws her head back with a loud giggle. “as cool as you, daddy?”

“even cooler!” logan bends down, taking the young girl into his arms. he hoists her into the air, and then sits her on his hip before reaching for your hand. “come on, let’s get ready for your first race, lulu.”

@cashtons-wife @nikfigueiredo @darleneslane @happy-nico @namgification

#logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #ls2 #disneyprincemuke f1 #disneyprincemuke mab

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

The Danger Zone (Part 5) - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Bradshaw!Reader | OC

Word Count: 3.0k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy; Secret Relationship; Angst; Undefined Relationships; Overprotective Family; Background Relationships; Use of "You," No Use of Y/N, No Set Physical Description

Summary: Jake tries to process the news of your pregnancy while you try to get him to finally talk to you.

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After dinner wrapped up and your family finally left you in peace and solitude, you immediately reached for your phone. Pulling up Jake’s name in your texts, you stared bitterly at the texts that you sent him that he never responded to before typing out another message. 

Hey if my brother or Mav said anything weird to you, just ignore them. Do you still want to talk? I do, if you do

Sending the simple message, you set down your phone and refused to look at it. Or to debate how stupid your last text was. Of course, the one time that Jake decided to actually reach out to you just had to be when Mav and Bradley were over at your apartment to ruin everything.

Why hadn’t he just texted you before showing up? Why the hell did he just spontaneously decide to waltz back into your life? He couldn’t respond to any of the text messages that you sent him but he could take the time out of his life and drive over to your apartment?

Sighing, you pressed a hand to your face in annoyance before moving to clean up your apartment. You left your phone on the table, face down, as you walked around, cleaning up, and getting ready for bed. You took a shower and changed into your pajamas, but not without staring at your abdomen in the mirror for a few seconds. You swore that you could see a light curve.

Letting out a sigh, you turned and rubbed your hand up and down your small bump, and reminded yourself about what was important in this situation. Your pride wasn’t, so you would keep reaching out to Jake until the pieces went back together. Or completely shattered into a thousand pieces. Anything was possible at this point.

You grabbed your phone and walked into your bedroom. Shutting off the light, you climbed into bed and finally pulled your phone up to look at it.

And . . .

Nothing.

Jake hadn’t responded to you. 

Unable to hide your disappointment, even though you knew that he could still respond, you set your phone down. You stared at your ceiling for a moment before you rolled over and went to sleep. 

~~~~~

“You alright, Hangman?” Bob asked Jake, pulling him out of his thoughts. 

“Yeah,” Jake grunted out, turning to Bob. Straightening out his uniform again, Jake walked past Bob like nothing was wrong. “Why do you ask?” 

“Why are you avoiding the conversation?” Bob muttered, mostly to himself, raising an eyebrow as Jake headed out of the office quickly.

Jake walked confidently through the halls of NAS Miramar, but his brain was not in his body. No, his mind was still sitting in your bathroom, where that bomb was dropped on the top of his head without much of a warning. He hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before and had potentially worn a line in his floor with all his pacing. And he still felt like he was going to pass out a bit.

But Jake knew that he had to do something about it. He couldn’t just ignore you over this. Not anymore than he had already anyways.

“Hangman,” Rooster called, causing Jake’s internal monologue to shatter. Clearly a bit on edge, Jake turned to Rooster, who walked over to him with a stack of folders tucked neatly under his arm. “I need to talk to you.” 

“About?” Jake asked, trying to not sound too defensive. 

“The lesson plans,” Rooster stated, holding out the folders. 

“What’s wrong with them?” Jake asked, taking one from Rooster’s hand. 

“They were asking if we would also cover a couple more complicated maneuvers,” Rooster explained, handing Jake a list. 

The two aviators walked through the halls, discussing the merits of changing their lesson plan. Their conversation wasn’t confrontational and purely professional in all respects. Jake was almost lulled into a false sense of security around Rooster as they discussed carrier landing simulations.

Almost.

“Alright, that works,” Rooster responded, scribbling some chicken scratch in the margin of the page. Slapping the folder shut with his hand, Rooster turned to Hangman with a stoic expression. “But what exactly is going on between you and my sister?” 

Jake turned to Rooster with an annoyed expression, but Rooster continued to stare him down. Handing over the lesson plans that Rooster provided him with earlier, Jake didn’t dignify Rooster with any kind of emotional response. 

“Is that really a professional question to ask in a work setting, Rooster?” Jake drawled condescendingly. When Rooster didn’t answer his question, Jake added, “So, I guess my answer last night wasn’t good enough for you?” 

“It wasn’t,” Rooster replied calmly, though his glare was anything but friendly. “It’s still not adding up to me, Hangman.” 

“Well, maybe use a calculator this time if you’re not so good at math,” Jake returned with that good old Texan accent that he knew pissed Rooster off. “I’ll see you ‘round, Rooster.” 

Giving Rooster a good old pat on the arm, Jake turned and headed off down the hall, well aware that Rooster was glaring holes into the back of his head. Jake only got a grand total of five steps away from Rooster before he spoke again.

“If you’re messing around with my sister, Seresin . . .” Rooster warned him.

Jake paused and turned around to see Rooster glaring at him. He didn’t finish his sentence, but Jake was sure that Rooster would finish him off if he found out about the actual situation going on between Jake and you. And Jake couldn’t really handle another grain of stress right now. He had too much more important shit weighing on his mind without worrying about Rooster’s reaction to it.

“She’s been through enough shit in her life already. I don’t need you fucking around with her head,” Rooster stated firmly. “And that’s the last thing that she deserves.”

The two men stared at each other for a moment before Bradley turned and continued walking down the hall, heading for the classrooms. Jake watched Rooster walk off with narrowed eyes and a defensive look, but when the sound of Rooster’s footsteps faded, so did Jake’s confidence. Letting his shoulders drop, Jake looked at the floor for a moment, his eyes darting back and forth rapidly.

He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and pulled up your name. Staring down at the text that you sent him last night, Jake raised his thumb to respond—with anything at this point, really—but shook his head and put his phone away.

“Fuck,” Jake muttered to himself before turning and continuing on his way.

~~~~~

“Okay,” you breathed out, staring at the familiar building in front of you. “You’re not crazy. He started the crazy when he showed up at your place. You’re just returning the favor.” You nodded to yourself as you let out a breath. “Because a completely sane ex-whatever totally hangs out in the parking lot of his apartment building to show up without any warning, talking to themselves. Right?”

It had been a spur of the moment decision.

You were driving home from work and the right turn that you would have to take to get to Jake’s place had a green arrow, whereas the left turn that you needed to take to get home was red. And you make a split-second decision because you were zoned out and just following traffic.

Well, no, but that wasn’t the only time that you lied to yourself this week.

“You’re just going to knock. That’s all you’re going to do,” you reasoned with yourself, grabbing your purse. “He might not even be home. You’re just trying. That’s all you’re doing.”

Opening your purse, you rifled through to see if the little box were still in there, even though you checked three times before. Summoning your courage, you grabbed your purse and climbed out of your car. You headed inside the building and made your way up to Jake’s apartment, knowing the route. And then you were standing outside of his front door.

Raising your fist, you knocked on the door once, twice, and then you stepped back. Chipping at your nails nervously, you looked up when you heard the deadbolt turn. 

Jake opened the door to his apartment and the two of you locked eyes. You folded your arms so that you couldn’t nervously fiddle with your fingers anymore, and offered Jake a small, but very awkward smile. 

“Hey,” you mumbled out, causing Jake to blink back into reality. 

“Hey,” he returned before opening the door to his apartment. “You came to talk?”

“Yeah, if you’re free,” you replied quietly. 

Jake nodded and invited you into his apartment. You stepped into the familiar space and walked into his living room. Jake shut the door behind you before slowly moving to join you. He took a seat on his couch, but you stayed standing, knowing that you’d nervously tap your feet if you sat down. 

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” you started off with, causing Jake to pick his head up. “With my brother and everything.”

“I should have asked you to come over first,” Jake conceded, causing you to nod slowly. “And besides, I can deal with your brother.”

“Right.” You shifted your weight on your feet nervously before letting out a breath and trying to get down to business before you lost your edge. “Jake, I have to tell you something serious. It’s why I kept texting and trying to call you.”

“Okay,” was all that Jake replied with, looking oddly calm. “What is it?”

 “Um, well,” you trailed off, setting your purse down. Pulling out the positive test from the bottom of your purse, you turned back to Jake. “Well, you know how we were safe most of the time, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And you remember the few times that we weren’t so safe?” you continued, pulling the test out of the box. 

With shaking hands, you held out the test to Jake, who took it with another oddly calm expression. If anything, he almost looked more relaxed than he did when you arrived as he stared down at the test. 

 “Jake, I’m pregnant.”

You held your breath, waiting for Jake’s reaction. For him to freak out. After all, most guys wouldn’t exactly react happily to finding out that the girl that they had been hooking up with had fallen pregnant. You weren’t expecting a positive reaction, but you were expecting a reaction. Just any reaction. 

But Jake didn’t seem to react. At all. His eyes didn’t widen in shock. He didn’t change his breathing pattern. He stayed in the exact same position on the couch. And he just stared at the pregnancy test. Frowning and frankly more than a little confused about his lack of reaction, you tried to figure out how to respond to Jake’s non-response. 

“And the baby’s yours, if I wasn’t clear,” you added awkwardly. 

“How far along are you?” Jake asked after a few moments, finally picking his head up. 

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “My first appointment isn’t until later this week.” Licking your lips nervously, you replied, “But I think I’m already into my second trimester. Or at least close to it.”

“Why do you think that?”

“I’m starting to show.”

Smoothing down your loose shirt, you turned to the side to show Jake the start of your bump. He stared at it for a long moment, even after you turned back to face him. Still confused by his reaction, you folded your arms in front of your chest and tilted your head to the side a bit. 

“You’re taking this news surprisingly well,” you commented offhandedly, causing Jake to look up to meet your gaze. 

“I sort of had a . . .” Jake trailed off, trying to find the right word. 

“Someone told you already?” you asked, suddenly alert. 

“No, I just . . .” Jake stood up and set the pregnancy test on the table. “Yesterday, you were acting weird. Rooster mentioned that you were throwing up and you didn’t touch your wine at all. And . . .” Jake brushed his hands down his pants nervously. “I saw your prenatal vitamins in the bathroom.”

“You saw my—but I took the wrapper off of it. You just know what prenatal vitamins look like?”

“Well, no,” Jake replied, causing you to frown. “I saw the wrapper in the trash—“

“—You went through my trash!?”

“—because I knocked it over and was cleaning it up,” Jake finished, a bit louder than when he started. “And I know that sounds like bullshit, but it’s the truth.”

You looked away from Jake for a moment, still a little on edge, before turning back to him. Unfolding your arms and letting out a breath, you looked up at him with a serious expression. You held your lips together and summoned all of the courage that remained in your body. 

“Do you want to be involved then?” you asked after a few moments of silence. 

“That’s my baby, isn’t it?” Jake returned without missing a beat. 

“Yes.”

“Then that’s my answer.” You stared up at Jake with a mix of relief and disbelief while he shifted his weight on his feet. Fidgeting a bit nervously, Jake picked his head up again. “Can I come?” Jake asked quietly, pulling you out of your internal questions. “To your appointment, I mean.” 

“Yeah,” you agreed, nodding slowly. “Of course. I’ll send you the details.” After a few more beats of silence, you finally summoned the courage to ask, “You really want to be involved? Because if you don’t, that’s fine, but I’d prefer to know now, Jake.” 

“I’ll be honest,” Jake stated, glancing down at the ground, “I’m scared shitless.” Jake picked his head up to lock eyes with you again. “Yesterday, after I left, I ran here and freaked out for a couple hours. Barely slept. Hell, I’m still absolutely scared shitless. I don’t know anything about kids. And I always thought that I’d make a shitty dad.” 

You nodded slowly, wrapping your arms around yourself as you stared at the floor. Hell, you were scared shitless as well. You hadn’t thought through everything yet, obviously, and the fact that you finally talked to Jake eliminated a lot of the planning that you had done. 

“But I want to try,” Jake replied quietly, causing you to lock eyes again. “I really want to try.” 

“I want that too, Jake,” you returned softly. You shifted a bit on your feet before adding, “You know, I really thought that this was going to be a more difficult conversation.”

“Why?” 

“Well, we’re not exactly the best communicators,” you pointed out, causing Jake to wince. “Especially with each other.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about ignoring you like that. It was petty.”

“I mean, I ignored you first,” you replied with a shrug, fiddling with your fingers. “We both screwed up.”

“Who else knows?” Jake asked, causing you to drop your hands to your sides. “About the baby and everything.”

“Penny knows. She was there when I took the tests. And Emma knows. I sort of broke down and told her.”

“Any chance they told Mav or Rooster?”

“I don’t think they would have let you walk out of my apartment without a mention of it if they knew about our situation,” you replied quietly. “But I can’t hide forever.”

“No, you can’t,” Jake agreed. 

“I was planning on telling Mav after my appointment. I thought that he would react better to the news than Bradley would. And then depending on how he reacts, I think I’ll tell Bradley this weekend.”

“That quickly?” Jake asked, looking surprised. 

 “Jake, I’m already showing,” you reminded him, folding your arms over your chest. “And I would rather tell them than someone else telling them. Or them just figuring it out. I mean, you did. What’s stopping them from figuring it out?”

 “Alright,” Jake replied, shoving a hand into his pocket. “Well, tell me when you’re ready and I’ll be there with you for it.”

“I appreciate that,” you returned, nodding along. After a few beats of silence, you asked, “Did you want to tell your family?”

“I’ll tell Javy once your brother knows,” Jake replied, but that didn’t fully answer your question. 

 “And your parents?”

“They’ll find out when they find out,” Jake responded noncommittally. 

“Ok,” you agreed, not wanting to push it. “Well, my appointment is at 3 on Wednesday. Do you think that you can get the time off?”

“I'll figure it out. I’ll be there,” Jake promised you, causing you to nod. 

“Good,” you returned softly. “I want you there.”

You and Jake stared at each other for a moment before your phone started to buzz in your pocket. Pulling it out, you cursed when you saw that it was your brother. Turning back to Jake, you shot him an apologetic look as you stepped towards the door. 

“I’ll see you Wednesday then?” you asked, causing Jake to nod. 

“Text me the address.”

“I will,” you assured him before answering the phone. “Hey, what’s up?”

Jake watched you go, staring at the closed door for a moment. Letting out a breath, he walked over to his couch and sat down. Picking up the pregnancy test, Jake stared down at it as he let his thoughts swirl around in his head all over again as those two blue lines sat there mocking him and hitting him over the head.

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[babydollmarauders]

CHRISTMAS COOKIES — DAWSON MERCER

dawson mercer x fem!reader

12 DAYS OF KINKMAS

summary: in which baking christmas cookies with her boyfriend leads to y/n getting sticky

warnings: NSFW CONTENT, p in v (unprotected), nipple play, food play. (2.5k words)

notes: welcome to day 5 of the 12 days of kinkmas! i wrote this smut in…october! i tried something a bit different with this one, i hope y’all enjoy it!

“i’m gonna start on the wet ingredients, you think you can handle the dry ones?” i survey the countertop as i speak, containers of flour, sugar, and the likes all spread across the marble counter.

“yeah, i can do that.” Dawson nods, seeming confident, and i press a quick kiss to his cheek before i retreat to the mixer on the other side of the counter.

“uh… what’s the dry ingredients?” my boyfriend questions, making me turn back to see him staring at the ingredients with bewilderment. “they all seem dry to me.”

his head snaps up at the sound of my giggle, pasting a confused smile on his face.

“okay, how about i make the cookie dough, and you make the icing?” i suggest, and his shoulders slump in relief, nodding his head.

“that, i can handle.” he grins, switching places with me so he’s by the standing mixer.

i can use the hand mixer for the wet ingredients of the cookies, but i’m not sure i trust Dawson to not make a mess of the icing with the hand mixer.

we work in tandem, a gentle flow of holiday music pouring out from the alexa in the living room as we do our jobs.

it’s mainly silent between us, both focused on our own tasks; the only words being those of asking each other to hand the other something.

i’m nearly done rolling out the dough when Dawson comes over, proudly grasping the mixing bowl of icing. his hands are covered in powdered sugar, a wide, prideful smile on his face.

“i’m done!” he states, setting the bowl on the counter beside me so i can see.

“it looks great! good job, babe!” i cheer, transferring the dough onto a cookie sheet before popping it in the fridge to chill.

i turn back to my boyfriend, who stands at the counter, playing with leftover flour that i had sprinkled down to keep the dough from sticking to the countertops.

he perks up as i walk back over to him, a wet washcloth grasped in my hands to clean up the mess. the ingredients already taken care of, due to my tidy tendency of putting them away as i work.

“now what?” he asks me, watching as i wipe off the counter.

“well, the dough has to chill for at least an hour.” i explain, “so we can do whatever you want.”

a spark ignites in his eyes, and i know i should’ve chosen my words more carefully.

“whatever i want?” he repeats, taking a step forward. the front of his body presses against mine, his head dipping down to capture my lips with his.

he tastes sweet and sugary, like the icing he just made. his hands snake around to rest on my butt, and when he pulls his lips from mine, he chuckles.

“what are you laughing about?” i raise a brow, and when he brings his hands up to show them to me, they’re still covered in powdered sugar and flour. “oh my god!”

a lighthearted gasp escapes my lips, twisting and contorting my body to try and see my ass. when i do, i find two white powdered handprints on my black leggings.

“oh, you asshole!” i huff, turning back to glare at him as he now washes his hands at the sink, but he just laughs, knowing i don’t mean it. “you did that on purpose!”

“so what if i did?” he teases, watching me try and swat the white powder from the fabric.

i roll my eyes when i see that it’s only spreading it rather than getting rid of it.

“now i’ve gotta wash these.” i push the leggings down my legs, stepping out of them and leaving me in Dawson’s oversized t-shirt.

crumpling the black pants up in my hands, i make my way to the laundry room, stuffing them in the washer to join the other clothes that have sat in there far too long, and add detergent before pressing start.

“you know, that was mean!” i call out as i walk back to the kitchen. “you know those were my last clean pair.”

Dawson is leaned against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest and a lopsided smirk on his face.

“i’m sorry.” he feigns a pout, uncrossing his arms in order to let his hands grip my sides, pulling me flush against him. “i guess i’ll have to make it up to you.”

“and how do you plan on doing that?” my hands lay flat against his chest, my head craned to peer up at him. my tone is sultry and slow, and the way he looks down at me, with eyes full of lust, i think i know exactly what he has planned.

he spins us around, caging me against the counter, while his lips meet mine. the once sweet and soft kiss that we shared just moments ago is gone, replaced by one of passion and desire. his tongue flicks across my bottom lip, coercing me into opening them, his tongue slipping through to mingle with mine.

his now clean hands slide down my hips, gripping my ass harshly and pulling my hips against his. a throaty moan is pulled from me as i feel his quickly hardening erection against my core, grinding against him in a steady pace.

i’m abruptly swept off my feet, deposited onto the counter without our kiss ever breaking. my body shivers, my back arching at the cold marble against my heated skin. my legs wrap around his waist, using them to pull him even closer against me, if even possible.

“i need you.” i breathe against his lips, and he nods, tilting chin forward to kiss me again.

his hands begin playing with the hem of my t-shirt, slipping underneath. his hands drag up my torso, brushing along the underside of my breasts before he cups beneath them.

he pulls his lips away, our heavy breaths mingling. pulling off my top, he leaves me in nothing but my cotton panties. his eyes lock on my breasts, my nipples stiff and peaked against the cold December air that the open living room window brings in.

“close your eyes.” he whispers, his breath fanning across the side of my face as he leans forward.

i follow his command, squeezing my eyes shut. my heart races in wonder and confusion, especially when i hear a clatter and screech of metal against the counter.

i open my mouth, about to question his actions, when i’m cut off by something cold and thick spread across my nipples. my breath hitches in my throat, my eyes flying open to gauge his actions.

Dawson stands between my spread legs, his index finger covered in icing, and when i peek down at my chest, i find icing dripping down my breasts.

“oh.” my teeth sink into my bottom lip as i watch him smirk. his eyes lock with mine, staring back at me as he slowly descends to my chest, his tongue darting out.

he licks up my left breast, following the path of dripping icing until he reaches my nipple. my chest heaves as he reaches his desired destination, his lips closing around the stiff peaks, sucking it into his mouth. his tongue swirls around it, collecting the icing.

“oh.” my hand cups the back of his neck, gripping his hair to ground myself amongst the immense pleasure. shockwaves wrack my body, my back arching and my jaw going slack as my head tilts back, my eyes squeezing shut.

he pulls off with a pop, his fingers replacing his lips while he switches to my other breast. while one nipple is pinched and circled by his thumb, the other is licked and drawn into his mouth.

once he’s sucked all the icing off, his hand splays across my chest, pushing me down onto the counter. he dips his finger back into the icing, spreading a line up my torso before dipping in again and slathering it on my nipples once more.

he stares into my eyes, pressing his finger to my lips, and i part them, allowing the digit to push against my tongue. remaining eye contact, i close my lips around him, sucking and swirling my tongue around, licking his finger clean from the icing.

Dawson lets out a groan, his hips rolling against mine in the heat of the moment, prior to pulling his hand away.

he dips down again, pressing a kiss to my lower stomach before letting his tongue drag up my abdomen, licking up the icing. my body tenses as he does so, leaving behind a trail of sticky saliva in his wake. as he reaches my cleavage, he presses open mouthed kisses up my sternum before trailing off towards my left nipple. he licks around it, swirling his tongue and sucking.

my hand flies up to grip the edge of the countertop above my head, the other tangling in his fluffy dark blonde tresses. a cry of pleasure echoes throughout the kitchen, and it takes me a second to even realize it’s my sound.

he kisses his way across to my other breast, repeating the process as his fingers pinch and pull on the hardened peak that his lips just abandoned.

a knot forms in my stomach, tangling and twisting as he goes. my toes curl, my brows furrowing and my back arching as chin tilts up towards the ceiling. a strangled moan falls from my lips, my body convulsing slightly as my orgasm washes over me.

at my heavy breathing and high pitched whimpers, Dawson pulls away, a smirk on his lips as he looks down at me in my blissed state.

“did you just…?” he trails off, chuckling as i nod. “i didn’t know you could do that.”

“me neither.” i shudder, sitting up.

my skin feels tacky from the icing, but i push that thought to the side, cupping the nape of his neck with both hands. i pull him forward, crashing my lips against his.

“that was so fucking hot.” he mutters into the kiss, momentarily getting distracted when i begin to tug his shirt up.

“i want you to fuck me.”

at my words, he pulls away, his hands pulling his shirt over his head before he pulls me in for another kiss. his thumbs hook into the sides of my panties and i lean back on my hands, lifting my hips and allowing him to pull the cotton fabric down my legs.

the cold air hits against my slick heat, resulting in shivers across my body, making Dawson chuckle lowly.

“so pretty,” he compliments, lazily dragging the back of his knuckles down my stomach. “all naked for me.”

his fingers find my core, sliding through my cum. his eyes find mine, holding the contact as he brings his fingers up to his lips, sucking them clean.

i moan at the sight, tugging at his jeans. my fingers fumble with his button and his hands shoo mine away, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping, tugging his pants and boxers down his legs and stepping out.

his dick springs up, slapping against his abdomen, and my pussy clenches at the sight. his tip is red and swollen, a bead of pre-cum leaking out.

i reach forward, gently grasping the base, and giving it a light tug.

“don’t be a tease, baby.” he gruffs out, hands gripping my waist as he yanks me off the counter.

i let go in surprise and he spins me around, pushing me down and bending me over the counter. he wastes no time in running his cock through the wetness of my folds, groaning at the feeling. i can feel his dick prod at my entrance as he lines up, sliding in easily, and my breath catches as he fills me up.

“fuck, you’re so perfect.” he grunts, bottoming out inside of me. one of my hands splays flat on the counter, the other reaching down to my hip, clawing his hand away in order to hold it in mine.

“please move.” i whisper, barely audible over the christmas music that still drifts throughout the kitchen.

Dawson leans forward, swiping my hair to the side and over my shoulder. his bare chest presses against my back as he leaves wet kisses to the back of my neck, his hips snapping as he begins to thrust.

he brings our hands to the countertop, laying my palm flat with his resting on top of it, while his other hand snakes around the front of to gently rub my clit.

an outward gasp drops from my parted lips, pushing my hips back to meet him.

the more time passes, the harder his thrusts get, until my hips are hitting the edge of the counter with each stroke, surely getting bruised in the process.

“shit, i don’t know if i’m gonna last.” his voice is tight, words sounding as though spoken through clenched teeth, and i nod in agreement.

“i’m so close, Daws!” in contrast to the last time i spoke, i’m practically yelling now, my climax building with each stroke and each circular rub of my clit.

my legs feel close to giving out, my back arching to hit a new angle. his thrusts are turning sloppy, the rhythm leaving, and i feel his abs flex against my back, letting me know he’s close.

his finger speeds up, pushing me closer and closer until the edge, until finally the pleasure becomes too much. my legs begin to shake, my walls tightening around him, hitting my orgasm and spurring on his.

Dawson continues fucking me through our releases, fucking his cum deeper into me as he does so. once i’ve come down from my high, i reach back, pushing him away by the hip, and he stops, his heavy breaths mixing with mine as i spin around to face him.

he’s got a small smile as he pants, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against his chest. i lay my head against him, listening to his heart pound, slowly but surely evening back out to its normal pace.

i mentally cringe at a realization. he’s supposed to bring these cookies tomorrow during morning skate before the game against the Flyers.

“well, i think we might have to make more icing.” i joke, gaining a laugh from my boyfriend.

“there’s still plenty!” he remarks, looking down at me with a mischievous grin.

“Dawson, that is so unsanitary! we can’t give the team christmas cookies made with icing that your hands were in!” he opens his mouth as though to argue with me but i cut him off before he can start. “your hands, which had touched my boobs!”

a look of possession dawns across his face and he nods, “you’re right, they’re not inadvertently tasting you.”

“oh gross, babe!” i chuckle, pulling away from him. my chest peels from his, still sticky from the icing, and i cringe.

“i need a shower.”

Dawson scoffs as i walk away, heading towards our bedroom, and i’m almost there when i look over my shoulder.

“you coming?” i call out. i can’t hold back my giggle when i hear his footsteps slapping against the tile and then hardwood, catching up with me.

he raises an eyebrow, pointing back towards our christmas tree in the living room as he speaks.

“if i ever say no to that question, i want you to choke me with that garland.”

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[eddiesxangel]

Take Me to the Lakes | E.M x reader part 5/6

Summary: This summer was supposed to be the summer to work at your favourite place in the world with your best friend. But things take a turn when it isn’t your best friend you end up working with.

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cw: angst, dirty smut and more angst. 3.9k words

You’ve been grappling with yourself for days. The emotional turmoil is akin to a never-ending struggle. You are torn between two opposing forces—one driven by love, passion and desire to be with Eddie while the other grounded in reality. You know that leaving this idyllic bubble of happiness will mean facing the challenges and complexities of real life, which is causing you mental and emotional anguish.

You do, in fact, love Eddie. You have ever since you laid eyes on him. Even back then, pure infatuation turned into lust, which in turn made you fall in love with him all the same. This makes this decision that much more difficult to swallow. Your pride and reputation meant everything to you, but how could your two worlds coexist? 

You played along, pretending to ignore your worries when you were around Eddie. You wanted to take advantage of all the time you had left before summer ended. Only a few more weeks, time was running out, yet it stood still when you were with Eddie. Eddie made you feel safe and wanted. Eddie makes you feel alive and free. You always felt a sense of calm whenever you were with Eddie. There was something about him that made you feel like you could be your true self around him without any fear of judgment. You never had to put on a façade or pretend to be someone you're not. 

Eddie was your well-needed reminder that you don't have to be perfect to be loved and accepted. He appreciated you for who you were, flaws and all. Being with him was a source of comfort and reassurance you could always count on.

No matter how much you try to push it away, that little warning bell in your mind keeps ringing. It reminds you of all the things that could go wrong. It's like a constant companion that never leaves your side, always lurking in the back of your mind. 

The fear of the unknown was overwhelming and paralyzing at times, especially at night when you were alone with your thoughts, making you feel helpless and trapped.

With Eddie, you felt like you could let your guard down and be yourself. Eddie was also judged and tried; he was nothing of the man everyone blamed him for being, but you were only you; you couldn’t make the town see him for who he truly was. Or maybe you could? But the burden would be too much, ruining the status you’ve built up your whole life. Was it worth the risk? You know Eddie would risk it all for you, but deep down, you wouldn’t be able to do it for him…

—

Today, you were on Field duty with Robin, Ashton and Eddie. Not much had happened besides the four of you supervising the soccer game between your groups. So when you and Eddie asked them to cover for you for about twenty minutes, they reluctantly agreed. 

You and Eddie snuck off to the barn because you were running out of places to have sex. The cabin was mysteriously boarded up the last time you tried sneaking off, so you needed to get creative. 

“You’re always so horny” You giggle as he grabs your ass.

“It’s not that I’m horny…you’re just that sexy, I can’t help myself.” 

“Shut up and kiss me,” You giggle. 

Eddie presses you up against the raw wooded planks of the barn wall. It was stuffy and hot in there, but you only cared about Eddie. Eddie made you feel alive, wanted, and protected. You wanted him to feel the same. All thoughts are thrown out the window. You don’t worry about getting caught; you don’t worry about life after camp; your entire being is absorbed by thoughts of Eddie.

“I want you in my mouth.” You moan as Eddie kisses you deeply. You’ve made it to the barn and pulled him into a dark corner. 

“You wanna get on your knees for me, Princess?”

“Mmmmmmm,” you drop down, quickly taking off the tiny green gym shorts of the camp uniform. 

You could smell Eddie when you pulled down his shorts; the pheromones made your head spin. Sure, it was hot and sticky, but you needed Eddie's sweaty balls in your face. The stench of the barn didn’t even phase you as your mouth watered for him.

“Sucha’ good girl, f’me,” He praised as you took his hard cock in your mouth. Slowly, you swirl your tongue around the deep pink head before taking more of him in your mouth. 

You pine for his affection, his touch, but mostly his words. 

You and Eddie discovered you were both pretty nasty when it came to fucking one another. Eddie loved that you could keep up with him and his dirty fantasies. 

“You always wanna be a good girl for me, don’t ya, princess.” 

“Yes, Daddy.” You say before going back onto his throbbing cock.

Eddie’s head falls back as your lips latch back onto his leaking cock.

“Fuck that’s good” Eddie slowly thrusts his hips into your mouth so his cock hits the back of your throat. “You’re perfect, Y/N.” 

Hearing him say your name makes you pine even more; the butterflies it gives you only makes you want to be all that much better for him, to him. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” You hum, pulling away to work his cock with your hand. 

Eddie can’t hold off any longer. You didn’t have much time, and someone might walk in any second. 

Without warning, Eddie quickly stands you up and walks you over to the back wall. You let out a small whimper because you aren’t done yet.

“You were being such a good girl, don’t make me punish you.” He growls low in your ear. “You want your little cunt fucked, or not? Want daddy to make you feel good?”

You nod your head silently. 

“I know, baby girl, you just need your little pussy to be played with, huh. Is that it?” He caressed your cheek before manhandling you onto the hay bail in the corner of the barn. 

You squeak when Eddie flips you and covers your mouth with his large hand to keep you quiet. 

“Shhh, we can’t have anyone walking in now, can we?: 

You silently shake your head no, and Eddie's hand falls from your mouth to grip the fat of your ass. 

“I want to do bad things to you,” He growls. 

“So do them” You push your ass into him.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” He tugs on your cotton shorts. 

“You’re not wearing any underwear?” 

“Better for you, no?” You smirk.

A low curse leaves Eddie's throat before his hands dip lower.

“You always get this wet from sucking my cock?”Eddie glides his hands along your wet folds. “Yes, Daddy,” you gasp as his fingers make contact. 

A loud screech is heard in the distance, probably a camper playing tag, but you and Eddie freeze. You both are brought back to reality; you don’t have any more time to waste. 

“I want your cock inside me, please” You reach as you look back over your shoulder to kiss him. 

“We might get caught.” 

“Good, then everyone will know I’m yours,” you smirk.

“You freaky little minx” Eddie slides his cock between your soaked folds before slowly pushing his way inside. Inch by inch, he stretches you out. 

Even though you’ve been fucking like rabbits, your body still needs time to adjust to its size. 

“You okay, baby?” 

You bite back hiss; it burns so good. 

“Yeah, just give me a minute. 

“Don’t think we have a minute, Princess.”  

“What? You going to blow your load already” You giggle, only making your already tight puss get tighter around eddies cock. 

“No, we are running out of time; Birdie and Rooster will kill us if we don’t hurry.” 

“Fine, then fuck me like you mean it.” 

The brush of Eddie’s thick cock on your inner walls was something you would never get used to. He would make you forget about everything and everyone that wasn’t solely him. Not your life outside the camp, not the pressures you felt of being perfect, not the way you are made out to be the Princess of Hawkins and certainly not the weight you felt in your chest when you think of life with Eddie after summer is over. 

All those hours you spent dreaming about being with Eddie, you never thought it would come to fruition, so you never thought about the consequences if it did happen. Now that you’ve claimed you both have claimed each other as their own, you’re struggling with what to do once you return to the real world. 

Would your parents accept him? No. You knew for a fact that they worked hard to get you where you are today, and they would never understand how loving Eddie makes any sense.

But none of that mattered right now; none of that even crossed your mind because Eddie had a way of making you feel like you were floating on a cloud of euphoria. 

“You still with me, Princess?” 

“Mmmhhmm,” you bite down to keep from moaning. 

“You know I love those sounds you make, baby, but we gotta stay quiet. 

“I’m so close, baby, please.” 

Eddie came to know your body almost as well as you did. He knew you needed extra attention to help you get over the edge, so he reached down to work your clit with his rough, calloused fingertips.

“Shit, baby, you’re so close. I can feel your pretty little pussy squeezing my cock so good.” 

“Please,” You beg as you grab Eddie’s wrist to brace yourself for your orgasm. 

“Come for Daddy.” His breath brushes past your ear, and you melt under his grasp. Your body quivers as your pussy clenches, and your brain spits out endorphins through your body. 

Eddie’s not far behind; the grip in which you clamped down on him was so delicious he couldn’t help it. Without thinking, he came inside of you, making sure all of it was pushed up far inside. 

“Did you just?” You ask breathlessly. 

“Fucking take it” He thrust every last bit of his seed into your pussy. 

“Eddie,” You whined. 

“What baby girl?” 

“I—I’m going to be all messy; I don’t even have panties…” you can already feel it dripping out of you. 

“Good. I want you to be thinking about me for the rest of the day.” 

You want to wipe that cocky smirk off his face. You would have to walk around with a puddle at the bottom of your shorts… 

“There you guys are!” It’s been like thirty minutes, so let's go!” Robin scolded, and you hiked up your shorts around your ankles. 

You hear a “gross” as she walks away, and you and Eddie can't help but laugh. 

“I’m so done covering for you guys; this is getting way out of hand.” Robin said as Eddie rejoined his campers and Ashton by the creek.

“Birdie, I’m sorry, we got carried away.”

“You always get carried away.” She rolls her eyes. 

She was right. Your relationship with Eddie was distracting you from your responsibilities.

“I’m sorry, I promise. We won’t sneak off again. I owe you so many times. Whatever you need, I got it.” 

Her facial expressions soften. “Fine. Only if you really do promise me?” 

“Cross my heart.” 

“What about lover boy?” 

“I also promise he won’t do anything to misbehave.” You smirk “during camp hours.” 

“You think we have time to stop by the cabin quickly before dinner?” You mumble. 

“Yeah why?” She glanced at her watch 

“Uh… I need to change my shorts. 

“Ugh gross, ”

—

As the weeks passed, your and Eddie’s relationship became more serious. He would like to take you on dates after hours. Even if nothing was around, he thought of ways to get creative. Much of it involved stealing from the kitchen and borrowing the projector from the supply cabinet for movie nights, but none of that mattered to you. What mattered was that he put in an effort you could only dream about. 

Last night, you snuck off to his van. There was a mattress, blankets, and some pillows. Eddie insisted you sleep together all night and set an extra early alarm so no one would notice you’re not in the cabin. 

It was risky, but you caved. How could you say no when he whispered sweet nothings into your ear while also telling you what exactly he would do to you in the privacy of his van? Eddie had a way of getting you to do anything, not that you minded. The last thing you wanted was to get into trouble, but you wanted to sleep next to him. To feel his body next to yours, to hold you. 

As you awaken from a deep slumber, you feel surprisingly well-rested. You slowly open your eyes and squint as the sun's bright light peeks through the van's windows, illuminating the small space. You realize that you're tangled in the sheets with Eddie, and a wave of happiness washes over you. As you take in the sight of him sound asleep beside you, you can't help but smile.

However, your joy is quickly interrupted by the nagging thought of the alarm that was supposed to go off. You push it to the back of your mind and take a moment to appreciate this peaceful, intimate moment with Eddie. You know that time is running out, and you must make the most of the time you have left together before it inevitably comes to an end.

You've realized that this time together is incredibly precious and fleeting. The pressures of reality are beginning to weigh heavily on you, and you understand that things won't always be this easy once you return home. With only two weeks of summer left, it's important to treasure every moment together.

You hear your name being yelled out in the distance, and you panic.  snap up quickly, reaching for Eddie's writs to see it is already 9:45 am. You’re supposed to be on the clock. 

“Get up, oh my god.” You find your shirt and pants while Eddie stirs.

“Baby, get up! We are late!” You shake him some more, and Eddie snaps awake. 

“What?? what?!”

"It’s almost ten we slept in!” You yell, throwing his shirt at him. 

“Bambi?!” You hear your name yelled along with Eddies. 

“Fuck” you’re freaking out as you scrambled out of the van, Eddie following close behind you. 

When you stepped out, Billy was there. 

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” He smirks.

“Billy, please, don’t say anything.” You beg.

You knew Billy had not gotten over things. He would still comment when Eddie wasn’t around; he tried more than once to get you to come with him instead of Eddie. 

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s already camp hours; everyone has been looking for the two of you, and it seems you’ve been fornicating on Camp Murdock’s dime.” 

“Billy.” You warn. 

“What’s happening?” Eddie joins you once he is fully dressed. 

“You tell me? You and you’re little whore here—“

Billy didn’t get to finish before Eddie charged at him. He tackled him to the ground. You scream for him to stop, and you beg as you watch the two men roll around in the dirt, watching their fists make contact with one another’s faces. 

Your screams must have been heard because Robin and Steve came rushing over, along with a few others, including Carol.

“Please stop! Eddie, baby, please, he isn’t worth it!” You cry. 

You watch Steve and Ashton pull the two men apart, holding them back. 

“What on earth is going on here!” Carol yells once the commotion stops. 

“I don’t know, boss? You tell me,” Billy smirks. “Found these two playing hooky, and the next thing I know, I’m the one getting sucker punched.” 

“You little—“ 

“Stop,” Carol cuts off Eddie before he can continue. “Is that true?” Carol turns to you with a look of disappointment in her eye.

“Not—No, not exactly… our alarm didn’t go off, and we accidentally slept in…” You look down ashamed. 

“Our?” She raises a brow to you. 

“Uh— mine and Eddie’s…”

“How exactly did that happen?

“We didn’t sleep in our cabins,” you mumble, embarrassed that you were dumb enough to risk this. 

“I’m very disappointed in you Y/N.”

“I’m so sorry; it will never happen again,” You try to speak, holding back your tears.

“You’re right; it won’t happen again because you, gentleman…” you watch as she turns to Eddie and Billy, “Are you going home.” 

“What?!” They say in unison. 

“You can’t seem to be civil; we can make do with only a week and a half left.” 

“But Carol—“

“That’s final!” She turns to you. 

“As for you, young lady, I’ll give you a warning… I like you, Y/N, and seeing as your little boyfriend is leaving, I would like to think the tardiness will correct itself.” 

“Yes, Ma’am.” You bow your head in shame. 

This was not like you; you don’t break the rules, you don’t disappoint people, and you definitely do not get into trouble. 

“I don’t want to waste any more time. Get back to work...and boys, pack your things. I want you out by lunch."

—

You rush over to Robin to return to your campers, whom Nancy and Cassie are looking after. 

“Girl, what happened.” Robin looks at you worried. 

“We slept in; Billy found us in the van and called me… it doesn’t matter— and Eddie attacked him.”  You sniffle. 

Robin hugged you and tried her best to comfort you, but it was useless. Everything was ruined. 

You went through the motions the rest of the morning until lunch. You decided not to eat so you could say goodbye to Eddie. 

Billy had already packed up and left while Eddie brought his stuff to the parking lot. 

“Baby,” you whisper, trying not to startle him as you walk up to him from behind. 

“Hey.” He sounded annoyed. 

“I’m sorry, I tried to tell you we would get in trouble, but I—“

“I get it, it’s my fault, and now I’m being punished. It is what it is.” He flung the duffle into the mattress where he made love to you the night before. 

“Eddie, listen to me,” you beg.

“What?” He snaps at you. 

“Oh my god, this is exactly why we can’t be together when we go home. You’re too unpredictable, and your temper is too hot.” You snap back at him.

"What do you mean we can’t be together when we go home?” His face fell. 

“I—I”

“You were planning on breaking up with me when summer was over?! Was that it? Perfect little Princess can’t be seen with the town freak! God forbid I taint your reputation.”

“Eddie—wait.” 

“So what was your plan exactly? Make me fall for you just so you can rip my heart out? You’re sick, y/n.”

“No— please let me explain!”

“I care for you, don’t you get that!

“And I don’t!? God, Eddie, I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen.”

"If you told me that yesterday, I would have believed you… but now…. I feel like I don't even know who you are." 

"Believe me, please.” You beg, “I love you."

“Then act like it!”

“I can’t, don’t you get it? I can’t be me at home. Have you ever seen me like this in Hawkins?” You pause for his response, but he stays quiet. 

“Exactly, no. and there is a reason for that!”

“This isn’t high school anymore; the world is much bigger than Hawkins. You can be whoever you want. You don't have to please mommy and daddy anymore.” 

“I can’t”

“Why? Give me one good reason.”

“I—I—just…I can’t.” You really couldn’t. Eddie was right, but you were so scared. You were a coward. 

“Fine, I’ll save you the trouble. We are done. That’s what you wanted. You’ll return to your perfect life and move on without me.” 

“Eddie, please,” You cried. Tears were blurring your vision as you watched him get into the van. 

None of this was supposed to happen this summer. You were supposed to be with Ashley, getting over Eddie Munson and not falling more and more deeply in love with him, only to break your own heart. 

You made a terrible mistake.

“Where are you going?”

“Home. I have a long trip ahead of me.” he slams the door shut. 

“Baby, please,” you grabbed his door handle to open it, but it was already locked. 

“Let go.” He tells you when he rolls down the window. 

“Can’t we talk about this? Please, you need to understand,” You begged. 

“No, I understand it perfectly, baby; you don’t want me.” 

“Baby, please, I am so sorry. I love you. I didn't mean it!” You cry. 

You cry and cry, and Eddie can no longer watch. He is hurt, he is broken, and he can’t watch you sob any longer, so he puts the car in drive. He didn’t believe you when those three words fell from your lips.

You froze as Eddie drove off without so much as a goodbye. This was not how you wanted things to end. You didn’t want things to end. Eddie was the best thing to happen to you. You needed him in your life. You could not go through life without him now that you’ve had a little slice of heaven with him this summer.  You fucked up; you fucked up badly and needed to fix things. 

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[vamossainz55]

carlos sainz x reader and “aw, did you miss me?”

maybe, just maybe - carlos sainz jr

summary: over the phone confessions after a night out. a/n: a request from my drabble party i opened ages ago (sorry for it being so late). i hope you enjoy anon and thank you for requesting! (+ kind of hate it so don't be surprised if it randomly dissapears one day lmao)

Carlos wakes up to the beat of Sexy Bitch ripping him out of his dreams. He lets out a low grumble as he awakens, shifting from one side of the bed to the other before reaching out to his side table. 

He feels around the table, groaning into the pillow as he struggles to get ahold of the phone. The music only gets louder, and he wonders why on earth had he let you persuade you in picking your own ringtone.

Soon enough his fingers graze over the vibrating phone, prompting him to turn over to his back. He takes this moment to look at the time, squinting when the light shines a bit too bright. 

He blinks to adjust his vision, looking over the glaring numbers on his phone. The numbers are mocking him. 5:55. He knows he needs to be up in less than three hours but he slides the green button to the right, pressing his phone to his ear. 

He’s greeted to the sound of a soft breath, followed by a Oh. 

“You called?” Carlos asks, rubbing his eyes quietly as he tries to wake himself up still. He can hear some stumbling from the line, soft music playing in the background of the call. 

“I thought you were asleep,” There’s a soft slur to your words as you speak and Carlos can’t help but smile in amusement. 

“Are you drunk y/n?” The beat of silence is enough of an answer, but if he had any doubts about it you confirm them anyways. 

“Maybe…” Carlos shakes his head, chuckling softly. “I’m sorry for calling- I didn’t think you’d pick up.”

“Of course I picked up.” Carlos answers before thinking, and he could blame it on his sleepy state for wearing his heart on his sleeve like that, but it’s not like you both don’t know. You had danced between the thin line of the will they / don’t they debacle for months now.

It had started as something casual- an easy way to release stress whenever any of the two of you needed it, but over the last few weeks you both knew the dynamic had started to shift. Carlos tried to bring it up- but you had always been the first to shut it down. 

That is exactly why he’s surprised that he’s on the receiving end of a call when you’re both thousands of kilometers away from each other. 

“Why’d you call? Are you safe?” He asks, sitting against the bed frame as he puts his phone on speaker.

“Yeah. I got home from the club, a guy tried flirting with me.” Carlos’ jaw clenches a little at the mention of another guy, but he can’t say anything, not when you two aren’t even a thing, far from exclusive. 

He is surprised by what you say next though. 

“I realised I didn’t want him.” 

It’s Carlos’ turn this time, simply answering with an “Oh?” before his pride rolls in. “And who did you want then?” 

“You know who.” He feels a stir in his stomach, it’s not the first time you both had to make things work when apart. He considers it. For a second. Before remembering the time and his early training session. 

“It’s six in the morning y/n, I’m not sure if I can do that now.” 

He’s only met with more silence, and he wonders whether this is the end of it and you would just apologize and wish him goodnight. Instead though, the next thing he hears from you isn’t a farewell. 

“I- it’s not that actually.” He almost feels embarrassed when you say that, feeling a heat forming in his cheeks but you continue before he can apologize. 

“I uhm- wanted to hear your voice.” There’s a hint of shyness in your tone that has a small smile forming on Carlos’ lips. It’s enough to have him picture you with flushed cheeks, hands covering your face. His silence prompts you to continue. “It’s just- we haven’t seen each other in weeks now and-“ and Carlos just has to interrupt. 

“Aw. Are you saying you miss me?” He waits for your answer, nodding his head when he receives it. 

“Maybe…” He smiles, allows himself to savor the satisfaction he gets from hearing you admit it. 

“How about I call you tomorrow?” He offers, pulling the sheets as he lays back down. He stares at the ceiling for a second, taking a deep breath. 

“Could you?” Carlos nods even if you can’t see him, murmuring a mhm. He makes sure you promise to have water next to you and a paracetamol for when you wake up.

Once you grab everything and you’re in bed as well you both say goodnight to each other, and his thumb hovers over the red end button. 

Before he hangs up, he makes sure to get the last word in though.  

“By the way, I miss you too.” 

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[pedriswife]

gavi smut but you get ready to go out with friends wearing a really short dress and he doesn’t let you out before reminding you that you’re his🤭 I think this fits his aggressivness, take your time and good luck in school💕

dress (smut)

"Hermosa..." gavi murmured whilst tracing the material of your dress, admiring how it hugged your every curve, his eyes shamelessly checking you out.

You smoothed your dress down, his hands now at your hips, pulling you in closer to him as you tried your best to apply your lipstick, failing miserably as a moan escaped your lips feeling his hard on pressed against your ass.

"How about I show everyone who you belong to before you leave, hm?" He said, bunching your dress up to give him easier access, as you felt your panties dampen at his actions.

"Pablo - I have to leave in 5 minutes," you chocked out, his finger tracing over your soaked panties, a smug smile on his face, knowing what effect he had on you.

"Don't worry hermosa, I can make you cum in 5 minutes" he said, a trace of pride heard in his voice as he pushed your panties to the side, plunging two fingers deep inside your core.

Your back arched against him, gavi taking the opportunity to place open-mouthed kisses over your neck, sucking on the sweet spot under your ear.

His fingers continued to thrust in and out of you, your juices completely soaking them, moans of his name heard throughout the room as his thumb began to trace circles over your sensitive clit, adding on to the pleasure.

His mouth continued to work on your neck, surely leaving marks as he latched onto the skin, nibbling at it before swiping over the hickey that had been formed.

He curled his fingers up, hitting directly over your g spot, your moans increasing in volume as his name tumbled off your lips like a mantra, the speed only increasing as you clenched around his fingers, your high fast approaching.

The coil in your stomach finally snapped, and you came on his fingers, him guiding you through your high as you breathed erratically, your orgasm taking over your body.

With a few more sloppy kisses, he took his fingers out before placing them in your mouth, making you taste yourself as you sucked the digits clean.

"Good girl," he said, fixing up your panties and pulling your dress down. You turned your head to the nearby mirror and gasped at the sight: your neck fully covered in marks, lipstick smudged, and your hair looking like a mess.

"Now everyone will know to keep their hands off you, hermosa."

A/N: Thank you anon for the request and apologies that it took me so long. Also, thank you for the kind words💖

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[bumblebeehug]

Gave him her heart

Ship: Natsu Dragneel x Lucy Heartfilia Summary: Lucy worries about what to get Natsu for his birthday, not knowing how ridiculously easy it actually is. Day 5 of Nalu Week 2023 - prompt: gifts Ao3

***

Natsu was a good man. He was wild, fun, crazy, but most of all: good. Lucy was very aware of this and knew that such a good man truly deserved the best. So, naturally she felt slightly panicked when she realised his birthday was coming up.

Lucy liked to believe that she was good at giving gifts. She was observant, both on the battlefield and off, so she knew what people looked a little extra at when they browsed shops or went by markets. Wendy turned to sweets, cute dresses or jewellery, something Lucy was relieved over when she noticed it – Lucy was nothing if not good at picking clothes and accessories, and Wendy was transparent with her tastes (sweet = good, savoury = fine, if there was a good reason to why it was gifted, otherwise a little weird, and sour = danger zone. It could be risky, but citrusy tastes were appreciated in sweet desserts). Erza was also easy to please with gifts – either go the sword and armour route, or go the girly route, possibly with some suggestive books. Gray appreciated nice soaps and clean décor for his house, and if she wanted to be funny with him she could always gift him underwear, seeing as it was the only clothing that stayed on for a while (though since him and Juvia got together it wasn’t really an option – Juvia didn’t care too much about what Lucy gave him, underwear or not, but Lucy herself felt weird about it, so nowadays she kept to soaps). Carla liked tea and pretty dresses as well, but appreciated flowers and other handmade things, and Happy was never happier than on his birthday, when he practically could get buried in the number of fishes he’d be given.

Natsu, however? Lucy wasn’t too sure what she could give him. He liked loads of things – food, fights, adventures, funny hats, board games: few things were off the table with that guy. If she gave him a bouquet of flowers he’d probably smile and say thanks (and maybe he’d try to eat them once he got home), if she gave him tea, he’d probably set the leaves on fire and accidentally get high or something – she didn’t want to risk it either way. He’d be thankful for any clothes she would give him, but would most likely only wear them when he really had to, or to sleep if they were comfortable enough. He really liked his special made ones, that managed to stay intact no matter how hot his fire was. He would definitely try to eat the soaps, and that wasn’t worth it in her opinion, and if she gave him a fish he’d very likely think she was either giving Happy a gift through him, or that she was confessing her undying love for him, since that’s what it meant when Happy gave fishes as gifts to the opposite gender (of the same species, might be important to add).

Point is: giving Natsu gifts was hard when you knew him too well. She had even considered giving him jewellery that matched with the ones she had gotten from him recently, but it once again came down to him only wearing them as a chore, and her pride couldn’t really take that. She would have to put a pin in this challenge though, because she was expected at the guild to help cover a shift for Mira as she dealt with one of her requested missions.

As she entered the guild hall, she was relieved to see that it was rather empty. It had its perks, working at a bar in the middle of the day, and since she saw some of her closer mates, she knew she could take her chance to dig around and find out what others would be gifting him.

“Hi Master,” she greeted Makarov, still using the title he had tried to give over so many times already. Though technically he was still in charge, so Lucy thought it only appropriate to keep calling him master until he truly was off the position. “I’m covering for Mira this afternoon.”

“I heard,” he grumbled from his position in the wheelchair. “You’ve been behind the bar before, so you know the drill. In fact, could you bring me a plate of fried squid and a beer? Just put it on my tab.”

Lucy took his order and sent a note into the kitchen per his request. Normally Mira would help out in the kitchen as well, but since Lucy had limited experience with cooking the meals they were serving, she was excused to just manage the drinks and easier snacks, like nuts and chips. As she waited for the staff in the kitchen to finish the order, she poured a glass of beer for Makarov. Half with light alcohol, half with none. He was currently cutting down on his alcohol intake, Porlyusica’s demand, but to not make him fall back immediately from quitting cold turkey, they slowly made him drink lighter and lighter.

“So, Natsu’s birthday is coming up,” Lucy said, trying to cover it up as small talk, but realising it was obvious what she was trying to do.

“I’ve heard.” A smug grin graced Makarov’s face. The relations between the mages in his guild were always amusing, especially in the stage that Lucy’s and Natsu’s had been in the last couple of years.

“I’m a bit curious…” She gave him his order. “What do you think he wants? You’ve known him for longest.”

“Child, I’m too old to remember all my guild members’ gift preferences, and I’m definitely not rich enough to give away gifts like it’s nothing. For a long time now, I’ve allowed myself to forget who likes what.” Lucy smiled, ready to brush the topic off and take another order across the hall, but he continued. “I do, however, know that you could give him a stick or a pebble you found on the sidewalk, and that boy would treasure it like it’s his most sacred, most valuable item in his possession. Do what feels right, Lucy.”

She thanked him, but within she felt like she was back at square one. She knew he would be happy about getting any gift, but she didn’t want to give him just any gift. She wanted it to reflect how much she appreciated him and their friendship, and she wanted it to stick out. Maybe it could even suggest that she appreciated him more than a normal friend, but only if he started overthinking the gift (which she doubted he would do anyways). It was meant to be subtle, but not subtle enough for it to never be discovered by him. And if it needed to be discovered by him, whatever this little message it was she was trying to convey to him, then it would have to be flashing in neon lights above his bed when he woke up in the morning.

So, she spent a few hours continuing to ponder on what to do, as she was taking more and more orders as people kept dropping in. At around 6:30pm her true saviours arrived at the guild hall. Her team, plus a few other closer friends and minus Natsu and Happy, who were camping today and tomorrow, were back from one of their shorter missions, and they were probably starving for some dinner. Lucy was quick to come over and take their order, also grabbing her chance to question them about their thoughts on this conundrum.

“Hi guys, did the mission go well?” She greeted them, preparing her notepad.

“It went great!” Wendy beamed, and Lucy made a quick mental note to ask about the mission more in detail at a later date. She must have done a good job if she allowed herself to be this proud – Lucy always thought she was too harsh on herself when they fought on missions.

“Gray even kept his clothes on,” Erza added, praising the man on her right.

They took a quick moment to chat, and as they finally decided on what to eat, Lucy seized her moment.

“So,” she started, already knowing she would never live down asking a question like this, considering that many of the people at the table were quite transparent on their opinions on Lucy’s and Natsu’s relationship, “Natsu’s birthday, huh?”

The silence her sentence brought made her regret it immediately. She could already see how their brains were working on new ways to tease her for whatever she was going to say next, but she would have to swallow her pride once again. It’s for a good cause, she kept telling herself.

“Have you gotten your presents yet?” She chuckled awkwardly, hoping their answers would be enough to inspire her, so she could get their food and forget she ever brought it up in the first place.

“Mhm.”

“Yep.”

“I have too.”

“And I’m with Wendy on her gift,” Carla added, still making it painfully obvious that nobody was elaborating their answers. They were making Lucy work for it; she just knew it. They loved grabbing their chances to make her say embarrassing things, and today was no exception.

“Really…” She forced out a laugh. “So, what have you gotten him?” She tried again to prompt anyone at the table to speak up, but they knew she would have to continue pressing, and that it would sound more and more desperate the less information they gave her, so after they all stayed silent for another minute, Lucy gave in.

“I’ve just completely blanked out; I can’t even remember a single thing he likes! Please, help me! Give me some inspiration!”

Erza exchanged a glance with Wendy before she answered.

“Well, he likes fire.”

“And fighting.”

“And ugly tourist shirts,” Gray chimed in. Lucy groaned.

“I can’t exactly give him a clip card for sparring matches, and I’ve already considered a bonfire, but I wanted to have a get together later with all of us where we make a bonfire and drink hot chocolate and stuff.” She spared Gray a short glance as well. “And he only wears his special made clothes, so I can’t give him a shirt to frame for 200 jewel.”

“Then we can’t help you,” Erza said, flipping her bangs as she always does when she lies. Lucy pouted.

“I’ll get you your food, please help me afterwards?”

“Deal.”

After 30 minutes she finally had four hot plates balancing on her arms, ready to serve to her stubborn teammates. They were chatting along just fine now, so hopefully the would have forgotten their silent agreement to keep themselves clammed about their gifts. Lucy hurried to place out their food, hoping that they would notice her way of bribing them by giving them extra big portions.

“Now please...! What should I give him?” Lucy sat down at the table. She wasn’t going anywhere until she got an answer she was pleased with.

Wendy gave her an apologetic smile.

“Well… We can tell you what we think, but don’t you think he’d like it better if it truly came from you?” Erza nodded along.

“I’m going to give him a sword that’s enchanted with endless fire,” she revealed. “But you know, it’s not really a gift that screams ‘Lucy’.”

“Erza’s right. I’m giving him some scrap wood I found in the woods because I can’t really bother, but no gift we tell you to get will be as appreciated as the one you come up with,” Gray said, taking a sip from his beer.

“And we’re getting him a small cupon at a restaurant,” Wendy added.

Lucy sighed.

“I know it won’t be the same, but my creative well has completely dried up. Nothing I think of feels like enough. If I get him something I’d appreciate it would be like I don’t know him at all, and that doesn’t feel fair.” She started to feel hopeless. She didn’t like how drained she got from worrying about this – she loved Natsu! And she would love to properly show him how much she loved him, because he truly deserved that. Platonic or not.

“Hey, you look like you’re giving up, that’s not like you! Think of it like this, we’ve all combined our own interests with Natsu’s interest: Erza with the sword, Wendy and Carla with the food, and me with the scrap wood that shows that I have zero interest in him. Why don’t you write something to him? It may not look like it, but I think he know how to read. At least simple words.” Gray gave Lucy a half-hug from his seat in an attempt to comfort her.

“So… you think I should write him a letter? Would that be enough?” She felt sceptical, but it could work.

“You spitting on him would be enough,” Carla snorted, almost offended by her obliviousness.

“Carla!” Wendy burst out, not before Lucy raised an eyebrow in confusion. Her gut told her not to ask, and for once, she decided to actually follow that gut feeling.

“Do you really think a letter would be enough though?” She asked.

“How about you give him an experience? A friendly date of sorts,” Carla suggested.

“An experience?”

“Like going to the movies, or to a restaurant, or maybe picknick or stargazing?” It was Erza who spoke up this time, and Lucy thought she could see a sparkle in her eye. If she didn’t know better, she would almost think that Erza had been on dates like that herself.

“Hm… I guess you’re right. If he doesn’t like it, I’ll just have to ask him directly, I suppose.”

Lucy stood up from her seat at the table and bid farewell to her friends, along with her thanks. A letter would have to do, and she had a gut feeling that told her that she would figure out a good topic to write about. She hurried to end her shift so she could get to her gift-making. A good idea rarely stayed for long in one’s head.

When she finally sat at her desk, pen in her right hand and paper in front of her, she knew this was the right thing to do. What better way was there to tell Natsu how much she appreciated him, if not through words on paper? It was her speciality, after all. She had even lighted some candles to keep her company, since she knew she would sit there for a while. There was a lot of things she wanted to tell him and thank him for, and the letter would be the perfect way to convey these feelings. Right. Feelings. That could include her less platonic ones, and even if this was a great opportunity for that as well, she didn’t know if she was quite ready to go that far yet. In the meantime, she would just have to tell him she loved him in every way except the straightforward one.

Four hours and 16 pages later, she had her letter. It was ridiculously long, she knew that, and he probably wouldn’t be able to read it in one go, but her heart felt light. A letter was the perfect gift. She had even included multiple invites to ‘experiences’ she wanted to give him, and if he took as long to read it as she thought he would, then those experiences would be experienced with about one week in between them. Lucy gave the thick envelope a quick lick to seal it, and after that she couldn’t help but to give it a soft kiss. She had poured her heart out, and though it would be embarrassing for her to know that he would read such things, it also felt very right. It wasn’t a love letter, but in a way, it felt like it was. She had told him all the things she loved about him, all the moments she especially appreciated him being there, and how great her entire life was thanks to him. If read with the intent of reading a love letter, it could very well translate into one, and maybe, someday in the future, he could look back at it and see the hints she left him.

Lucy leaned back in her chair with a big yawn. It was well into midnight hours by now, and she really needed a refreshing shower. A thought went to how Natsu and Happy were having it right now, in a tent somewhere in the woods. Though she was happy to get to sleep in her soft bed, she was missing them. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough. To speed time up she hurried to the bathroom so she could get into bed as soon as possible – her apartment wasn’t the same without those two.

Lucy cursed herself. Why, why, why had she written that letter? It was the most obvious love-confession anyone could ever read, how on earth had she not realised that when she read it through yesterday? She was dragging her feet behind her, because if the embarrassment wouldn’t kill her when he read it later, she would have to kill herself, and no one non-suicidal would ever look forward to something like that. So, her feet dragged. The letter felt heavy in her hands, and she knew that as soon as it would be opened, she would feel naked. Her gut was begging her to turn back, but her heart told her that celebrating Natsu today was more important than her pride. Him and Happy were coming back from their camping trip, and they promised her they would stop by the guild to say hi before heading home, and that’s when they would be surprised with a small celebration. Nothing like other events, where people went completely wild, but a celebration big enough to show him some appreciation.

Checking the clock one last time, she made sure that she was there before they arrived. They woke up pretty late generally and their favourite camping spot was about an hour into the woods. 10am. Maybe they hadn’t even woken up yet, but Lucy didn’t want to risk it. She wanted to prepare and decorate the guild, and then she would grab something to eat, considering she hadn’t eaten any breakfast yet.

As she entered the guild, she was relieved to only see her team and a handful more people. They were chatting and blowing up balloons, and they had turned one of the tables into a gift-table. Lucy hurried to put her letter amongst the others, eager to get the gift out of her hands.

“Good morning, Lucy!” Levy greeted her with a hug. “You’re pretty late, did you stay up last night?” Lucy chuckled lightly.

“Yeah, I had something important to finish.” She felt her team’s eyes in her back – they knew she had stayed up writing, and though Lucy knew she hadn’t written a love confession of any sort (other than platonic) she still managed to feel a blush creep onto her cheeks.

“So, do you need help with the balloons?” She offered, greeting the rest of the group.

“It’s fine, you go ahead and grab some breakfast instead,” Mira smiled.

“How did you know I haven’t eaten?” Lucy sat down at a table.

“You have a tendency to forget to eat when you have other things on your plate,” Mira just answered, placing down a yoghurt bowl with homemade granola and fruits. Lucy could only smile sheepishly, slightly embarrassed how obviously nervous she was about this event. She was sure Erza had told her about her moment of weakness yesterday, so she reminded herself to try to keep herself under the radar. She’d just be here, sing a happy birthday song, eat a piece of cake and watch Natsu open his presents, then the day would be over and the whole Lucy-confesses-her-feelings-though-a-letter thing would be over! No unnecessary teasing from her friends, if all went well.

“I’m back!”

The guild door shot open with a noise loud enough to give the untrained ear a heart attack. Lucy however had a trained ear, so she just turned her head and met Natsu’s happy gaze, her heart fluttering at the fact that his eyes immediately searched for her and no one else.

“Happy birthday!” The guild cheered. Lucy stood up from her place at the table, not really knowing why until Natsu stood in front of her, just an arm’s length away. If she reached, she would be able to bring him into a hug, and it truly itched in her arms to do exactly that.

“Hey,” Lucy smiled softly. “Happy birthday.” Watching Natsu’s smile go from surprised and generally happy, to soft and caring made Lucy lose what little control she had, and she caved into her needs to hug him. As soon as she felt him hug her back, she knew that whatever the others thought about the content of her letter contained, as long as Natsu read it and took it to heart, all would be fine.

“Thank you,” he whispered, tightening the hug for a second before he went ahead and thanked the rest of his friends, never straying far from Lucy.

The birthday party was overall a quite big success, everyone had a great time, and Natsu, who not so secretly had been itching to open the presents, finally gave in and announced what he was planning to do.

“Time to open the presents!” He cheered, almost jumping in place in excitement, clearly not representing the age he was turning (400-something years old) but making everyone smile regardless. Everyone except Lucy, whose heart flew up in her throat, suddenly getting the strongest urge to grab her letter before he got to it so she could throw it away or burn it. Not because she didn’t want him to read it – she would just prefer it if he read it somewhere more private, where the burning eyes of her much beloved friends could read it and jump to conclusions. So, she hurried close to whisper her plan to Natsu – despite him being the cause of these nerve-racking feelings, he was still her partner in crime, and she knew he would break his neck to achieve whatever she asked him to do. This time, what she asked him not to do.

“Psst!”

Natsu shot a glance to Lucy, who was whispering just quietly enough that no one else would notice, unless they had dragon ears and paid attention to her. Lucy, who saw that he had heard her, hurried to shoot her shot.

“My gift is the letter, I would kinda like it if you read it after the party instead? It’s just – it’s quite long and it won’t be any fun if you sat down and read it here, you know?”

The ball was in the air, and now she could at least sleep well knowing that no matter the outcome, she did try her best to steer the situation into best case scenario – all to her means of course.

Natsu, the king of pranks and someone who was surprisingly good at sneaking around, despite his usual love for the “let’s just barge in and fight anyone who tries to stop us” approach, still managed to keep up his gleeful demeanour as he had listened to Lucy’s request. He once again met her gaze and gave her a quick nod, ensuring that she had scored. The rest of the evening would manage to stay calm and uneventful. All thanks to their ways to keep down low. It was really convenient to have dragon hearing at times like these – though usually she had that thought on missions, and not happy, meant to be uneventful celebrations and parties.

The birthday boy himself didn’t mind opening Lucy’s gift later. In fact, he was just happy he was getting something at all from her, considering how stressful most birthdays could be for her. Sure, she already knew what genre people liked, but getting down to picking the actual thing and managing prices was a hard task for Lucy to tackle without stress. So instead, he went ahead and opened the elongated, wrapped gift that said “Happy birthday, from Erza” on the card. He would make sure to ease Lucy’s mind today, considering how stressed she clearly had been the last couple of weeks.

Natsu couldn’t stop grinning. He truly had the best friends ever, and despite him not being a big birthday celebrator when it came to himself, it felt good to be appreciated. There had been good songs playing, yummy food to eat, and most importantly: good company. He especially loved the presents he had gotten, since they clearly were gifts that his friends had carefully thought through and taken into consideration before giving them – yes, even Gray’s gift was appreciated, because though it seemed silly, he did sometimes need firewood after hard missions to speed up his recovery. Everything was dear to him, so when he finally got home with that thick letter in his hands, he couldn’t wait a second more to open it. This, you see, might be the dearest gift of all.

The softly written “To: Natsu Dragneel” on the front of the envelope made Natsu’s heart beat harder. He knew that the content in it probably wasn’t anything out of the ordinary stuff the two of them said to each other, but still. He liked that Lucy had put extra thought into whatever she had written. Or, at least he hoped she had, seeing as he didn’t actually know what the letter said yet.

Happy peaked over Natsu’s shoulder, closing the door behind the two.

“So, what are you waiting for? Open it!” Happy urged, eager to see what Lucy wanted to say to him, but clearly couldn’t since she had to write it down. In his opinion a speech would be quicker, knowing how slowly Natsu read.

Carefully Natsu parted the sealed wax from the paper, making sure not to tear anything. If he could make some space, he’d want to hang everything on his memory wall later, and in that case he didn’t want to ruin it.

Still standing just inside the door, Natsu began to read. The letter started out rather normal. She was writing the obligatory happy birthdays and saying hi to Happy, who she knew would read over Natsu’s shoulder despite it being a private message. That part piqued Natsu’s interest a little extra. What did she have to say to him that not only had to be written, but wasn’t meant for Happy to know? It sparked some hope in his heart that she possibly could feel something special about him – special-er than what they already had. He continued down the page. She started reminiscing about the past, and about halfway through the second page, Happy gave up on Natsu’s slow reading and told him he’d simply read it after Natsu was done with it. Natsu took a seat as he joined Lucy’s trip down memory lane, enjoying the new information on how she saw him when they first met, during their first missions and more. He especially liked learning that despite his foul mood the first days together, she still had fond memories of him, like when he included her in his list of friends when they fought Macao (before they knew it was him, since he had turned into a Vulcan) and how the reason she didn’t refuse to get along with him after he had seemingly deceived her for a mission, was because he had managed to get a few lucky words in. Something like “because we thought you seemed nice” had made her stick, and Natsu could only thank his past self for accidentally pressing the right buttons.

As he continued reading, he was struck by the wonderful realisation that he truly mattered to Lucy. It’s not like he didn’t know that she enjoyed his company, but seeing in in black and white was completely different. It wasn’t just that she had written something along the lines of “I care about you, your existence matters to me” (though that would have worked as well), but the fact that she could remember so many small details of what he had said and done, that she may as well have written a complete book with all those moments, and it would probably be at least 200 pages long. He knew she had been cutting down on what memories she brought up in the letter, because enough talks with one person made them show how much brain capacity they had, and Natsu knew that her brain capacity was way longer than a 16-page letter. This was her way of being concise. Yet she still managed to bring up moments he only vaguely remembered, sharing almost exact quotes of what was said and by who. Mostly the who was either Natsu or Lucy, but it was still impressive.

Natsu had never been interested in reading. It was a chore he had to go through to get the money he needed for food, had never been any more interesting than that. Except for two occasions: Lucy’s first published book, and this letter. Sure, he had been reading it for almost double as long as it probably took to write it, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t interested. This letter was so far the greatest thing he had ever received, which wasn’t an easy thing to manage.

At 4am had he gotten to the last line of the letter. His eyes were trying to force him to rest, but his mind fought it like never before. He had skipped dinner for this, and he was not planning to give up last minute, just to succumb to something so superficial, boring and unnecessary as sleep. No, he gathered up some extra will power and pulled though. “Though you probably understand this after reading this letter, I am simply eternally grateful for everything you are, and what you’ve just read is the best I could do at describing my gratefulness in words. Thank you for all you’ve done, and for being unapologetically you. No one else could make me as happy as you have, so once again: Happy birthday, Natsu Dragneel.” She had signed it with her signature at the very bottom, ensuring that all he had just read was completely and wholly from Lucy. After reading the whole thing, he felt his legs itch. No, maybe it was his arms. Feet, hands? No, it was most definitely his soul that had started to climb inside his body. He wanted to go to her, and he wanted to see her. Preferably five minutes ago. He threw another glance at the clock. 4:50am. He had been tossing around, unable to even do as much as close his eyes, for the last 40 minutes, and he knew he wouldn’t feel better until he was within a 20-meter radius of Lucy. Or rather, 2-meter radius.

Not bothering to sneak around the heavy sleeper that the exceed was, Natsu jumped out of the bed and pulled on his slippers. In less than 3 seconds he was out the door, and in another 3 he noticed that he was running. He wasn’t quite sure what he would do when he saw her, especially considering that she most likely was asleep in this hour, but he simply had to get to her, quickly. The time was ticking, like he was a bomb soon to explode, like he was going to run out of time if he didn’t arrive soon. Wind blowing in his ears, he could barely make out the sound of his heavy breathing. He hadn’t run this fast in Mavis knows how long, and he might actually had made it outside her apartment in record time. His chest rising and lowering in big breaths, he managed to make something of a sigh in relief to see her window slightly opened. Climbing the wall quietly was no challenge with Natsu’s experience, so he swiftly pulled himself up, making sure to fully open and enter the window as quickly as possible – though this time with less success since he didn’t have as much experience with that part. Usually he just barged in after scaling the wall, seeing as the time he did it at was most often a time where Lucy either was away or awake.

Either way, he didn’t manage to sneak in as stealthily as he’d like. The window creaked and his body almost fell limp after getting a whiff of Lucy’s calming scent – that he had been running like a maniac to get there didn’t help either, and after a loud, nongraceful landing, Lucy was already awake.

“Natsu? ‘s that you?” She mumbled, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Yeah, sorry for waking you,” he whispered, finding his balance on his legs again as he stood up.

“No worries.” Lucy had now swung her legs over the edge of her bed and sat in a more upright position. “Did you need anything? Is Happy alright?”

“Yeah, he’s at home sleeping. I just felt like coming here,” Natsu said, full transparency.

“Alright,” Lucy said, now taking a better look at his face. He looked red and flustered, but with his heavy breathing it might just be the fact that he ran to her place.

“I read it.”

Lucy’s face started getting hot as well.

“The letter?”

“The entire thing.”

“Wow. Uh, so what do you think of it?” Had the hour been normal she might not have asked him such a bold question, but something about the way the streetlights and moon illuminating the room made her feel brave. Perhaps she still thought she was dreaming, but this felt much too real to be just a dream.

“It’s perfect.” Natsu took a few steps closer. He could now make out most of her facial features, sleepy yet alert of his presence.

“I’m glad.”

A few more seconds went by, though it felt like minutes.

“Is it true?”

“Is what true?”

“All of it. All the things you wrote?”

A soft smile graced Lucy’s lips.

“Of course. I would never lie about those things.”

Natsu knew he could be dense in most situations. He couldn’t always read the room, and he wasn’t good at subtext. This time however, he had felt something the whole time as he read that letter. Maybe it was what other would call “reading between the lines” but he suddenly had great confidence in something that could change their relationship forever. Of course, it was a very long shot, but perhaps the adrenaline from all that running was just what he needed to gather the courage to take it. He did, however, decide to test out the water first. Running headfirst was usually his go-to method if he could choose, but he wasn’t blind to the delicacy of the situation he was putting himself in.

“Can I assume things?” He tried.

“Assume things? From what I wrote?” Lucy asked, curious where he was leading this conversation. She was very aware of her heartbeat, but she didn’t know that she didn’t have to be this time, considering that all that Natsu was hearing was his own.

“Yeah.”

“It depends. What do you want to assume?”

Natsu swallowed. Did he always have this much saliva? If so, maybe something was wrong with him. He swallowed again, clenching and unclenching his fists. Had he ever been this nervous in a situation as calm as this? No bandits, no monsters, no big wild animals – not even an annoyed Erza was around.

“That…” he started, his tongue thickening as he spoke. Not literally, but it sure felt like it. He could barely concentrate on what he wanted to say, gazing into those doe eyes. She was so, ridiculously pretty. He knew that before, of course, but he almost found it unfair. How could he think of any words when she sat there, looking all nice and pretty. “That you like me?”

He had said it as a question, though it sounded more like a statement right now. Lucy’s heart must have skipped a beat or two. She was still sleepy, but the tiny possibility that this wasn’t just a perfect dream made her stop herself from straight up answering yes.

“Well… I hoped my letter was clear on that. You’re my best friend in the whole world, how could I not like you?” She let out a small chuckle at the very idea of disliking a friend. She didn’t, however, predict what he would say next.

Natsu reached out his left hand, touching a piece of her hair that had fallen out from behind her ears.

“But can I assume…” He put it behind her ear, “that you like me more than a friend?”

Natsu’s eyes were darker than usual in the dimmed light, but Lucy saw clearly that he was being serious. Though, this exact facial expression was one she had never seen before. She had seen his tender look, his soft look, his happy look, his loving look, but she had never seen this combination of all. And it was her he was showing it to. In fact, maybe it was exactly this expression that made her admit the truth for once. For so long she had been scared that he would feel bothered or surprised by the very idea of “liking beyond friendship”, or love, as she would prefer to call it. She had been afraid that he would find her fantasies of the two of them living their life together as a couple weird, or even mildly repulsive. That her confession would lead to their friendship breaking apart forever. That, however, could no longer be the case. Lucy wasn’t blind, and she certainly wasn’t dumb. If Natsu looked this… happy? To even assume that she likes him beyond friendship, then the outcome from telling him the truth couldn’t possibly be bad. She tilted her head lightly towards his hand, sharing another smile.

“Yeah. I do like you more than a friend, or a best friend.” Natsu took another step closer, now close enough to make her feel his hot breath on her face that he had tilted upwards, towards him.

“Then…” He bended down slowly to come closer to her sitting position. “Can I kiss you?” His words didn’t come out louder than a breath, but Lucy knew what she heard. Her heart had never danced as wildly as it did when she nodded and closed her eyes as Natsu closed the space between them.

The kiss itself was probably nothing special to someone watching. It was plain and soft, just two mouths pressing against each other. For them, however, it was nothing short of magical fireworks. Lucy’s cool, soft lips against Natsu’s hot, slightly rougher ones sent shivers throughout both of them, as if the small touch had opened a completely new door, a way for them to connect and become closer than ever.

Inexperienced as they both were though, they soon had to break it off to breathe. After less than 20 seconds, Lucy pulled their faces together again. How could they have been missing out on this awesome experience for all the years they had known each other? Natsu knew that this already had topped the list of his favourite activities – even placing higher than eating and fighting. The next time they went up for air, they couldn’t stop themselves from giggling.

“Can this count as a birthday gift if I haven’t slept since yesterday?” Natsu asked, more energetic than reasonable after his long day.

“If that makes you happy,” Lucy smiled, giving him another peck on his lips. Whatever they decided to do from this point on, Lucy knew they would figure it out. After all, if they had managed to overcome the obstacle of going from friends to whatever this was, then they could definitely manage anything and everything else thrown at them. What’s important was that they from this point out, took on every challenge together.

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Miss you more than my life

PART 2

Lab at Night 10:31 pm

Donnie felt uneasy, like something was bothering him. Of course there was that thing with y/n and him, he knew deep inside he had to apologize to them, but he also knew he was far too prideful to say something… 

When the both of you got married, he told them that his work consumed most of his time, most of his life…but even at this warning they did not want to step back…

“You think i don’t know that? I have been working by your side for a bunch of years know so yeah…i know how your life can be 95% work…but… if you let me, i want to be that 5% left and who knows? maybe i will gain more terrain over time!”

He smiled at the thought of you both that day when the decision was made, your smile wide and eyes filled with happy tears, memories of happier times.

"We are so childish. When the shift is over, I'm gonna compensate for everything. I’ll fix all this mess." He thought.

He start thinking in every posible route for that talk, but in every single path the result was the same. They were gonna talk, probably gonna start fighting, maybe start crying again…oh dear Einstein no tears, he’s weak when they start crying… but then he was gonna apologize because now he knows his pride is not worthy of losing them. Waking up to a empty bed, seeing them everyday in a cold silence, colder than the space outsite the earth, not talking…not kissing… 

Who would say that him, the great Donatello Hamato, the one that dislikes physical touch most of the time. Who is the one protecting the whole base, THE MOST INTELLIGENT LIVING BEING!...would miss the touch of his love…their arms… resting his head on their legs and sleeping even when he knew he had more important things to do than staying in his partner's lap.

But…

Nothing is more important than them.

The softshell looked at the clock on the panel on his wall.

1 am 

He then stare at his work between his hands, it was incomplete but if this works they way he wanted, this stupid machine was gonna give them a heads up everytime a Krang started getting closer. Also, it would scan the persons approaching the resistance…a few weeks ago Michel had come with concerning news.

Apparently he found two krang-zombies but…they were fearly awake, of course they were visibly covered with krang parasites and when they got closer, the krang-zombies started attacking the whole team. 

There were no fatalities but…also no information and that was the thing that annoy the softshell the most.

Leonardo ordered to be more careful to any krang-zombie, but that made him worry.

If the krangs were playing with the bodys that they were infecting…then anything can happen, of course, everybody knows that those creatures are smart enough to play with biological material…but they had never showed any interest in doing things like this.

“Maybe…they want us to help the sick and…” Said Michel but he could not end that sentence.

“And attack the hideouts without them knowing where we are…they are getting impatient” ended Leonardo with an angry face.

The krangs were starting to attack not only physically…but mentally too, attacking the hope of the ones that lost their friends and families by using puppets of them.

“If only they could see that his work was gonna save a lot of lifes that could be in risk because of those stupid 2.0 krang-zombies” said donnie with annoyance and then…he remembered what he was thinking to begin with…

His stupid brain that hiperfocuses in the logical things but left behind the rest, Michel had told him again and again that not everything was about numbers and logic, but if the world could be just like THAT, if not everyone in this dumb dumb world could focus more in the importance of logics, the point of doing the math first and seeing that his way is not as bad as everyone tries to make it look like…it was not his intention to hurt them…it’s just that, his work is way more important than…

…No…

Wait

No

Nothing is more important than them…the persons he loves…

Is just…he cannot help everyone if he is not working, if he was working instead of resting maybe he would have foresing that new move in the krang plans and be wary of them…if the Krang notice the reaction of their teams at his new toy they will start doing more of them and worse, they would be better that the one his little brother saw back then.

The resistance don’t need him to be sleeping, they need him working! Damn it! why nobody can see it?, He is the only one smart enough to look ahead of the Krangs movements, if he was not working…What was his purpose?...He NEEDED to be useful for the people…for his family…for his love. 

Donnie let out a big sigh and turned his gaze to the ceiling above him, once again he is making excuses for his behavior…AGAIN. He punched the table where he is working making everything on it jump or fall.

“Damn bro, what has that table done to you? Jeez you nearly broke whatever that thing is” Oh that voice, the voice of his nightmares most of the time.

“What do you want Nardo, it’s not a good time” answered Donnie, annoyed without even turning the chair to look at his twin entering his lab.

Donnie stared at the machine that he was working on, without thinking, with no need of paying any attention to it. He had at least half of the structure of his machine done, this thing may be the key for security of the whole base, and let them rest with ease at least for a few weeks…or a waste of time and resources.

“Hey, Don” Leonardo brought him back again to reality.

“WHAT?” He snapped at him but only then, they looked at each other’s eyes.

Leonardo looked tired, this whole war did a number on every living being, but to his brother, to him it destroyed him on different levels. He looked older than his real age, his chasm is now way bigger than Raph ever was and his eyes don’t shine as bright as before. Donatello would never admit it but… he missed that shine in his twin eyes. Is not that his twin stoped being annoying with his puns or behavior…it just that sometimes when he thinks nobody is watching…he can see his twin losing his light for a bit before masking again.

“I was not gonna put my nose in whatever is happening between you and your spouse but this–”

“Good, then don’t put your nose in my marital problems” cut his twin without looking, without stoping working.

“Jar jar, common Dee, you know that i would never–” once again, Donnie interrupted him.

“And then here you are, bothering…again”

His brother made a growl and proceeded to cross his arms over his chest. While Donnie continued building his thing, never stopping being useful even when his twin was bothering him.

“YOUR LOVE was crying a few hours ago” says Leo, and only with those few words he had Donnie standing from his chair and looking directly at him.

“Are they ok?! why were they crying? are they hurt? is there any problem? is–” Leonardo let out a little laugh, not with malice, the whole scene was just to “cute” for him. 

In front of him instead of the grumpy twin of his that probably was sulfuring about hundred problems at the same time, moving his hand faster than his brain could think, that just a few minutes ago was yelling at him for being annoying and all that stuff, now that very same turtle is looking at him with worry all over his face, any piece of anger that was there now was replaced, and that look made him smile. There were few moments in life when his brother showed this type of worry for someone outside the family.

“He is so in love for them” though Leonardo

The red eared slider took donnie by his shoulders, so he would shut up and be still for enough time for him to explain everything. “They are ok!, Calm down dude” 

Donnie visibly relaxed after these words, and just stared at his twin knowing that those words were not the last ones.

“As i was saying, i’m not trying to meddle in your marriage or anything but you need to understand that after you both got married, they also became part of our family, that means if YOU make them cry i have to act as a good brother-in-law and come here to give you a talk”

“That’s not what a brother-in-law does…also that’s not your duty as a leader?” donnie looked at his brother raising an eyebrown

“...Why you both keep saying that?” Leo said irritated but continued “yes BUT i’m doing this because you and the other dumb dumb are part of the family, ‘cause they are YOUR other half…and as twins your are my other half, so that makes this whole situation a problem that at least should be talked about between both of us.”

At these statement Donnie just look at his brother, his twin and gave him a small smile and resigned to lisening whatever was gonna say.

“Aaaaaaaand also i just saved your sorry ass of having a session with doctor feelings” 

“I hate doctor feelings” was the only answer donnie gave with a shiver making leo laugh a bit more

“Look, i know that whatever happened was your fault” at this statement donnie made a “Hey!” that Leo cut before it could grow more “come on, you know is AT LEAST half true.”

Donnie didn’t say a thing, giving Leo a point.

“I don’t care for details, really, if you don’t want to tell me is fine but i think you both really need to talk, because what they told me is… kinda of… um… not sure if sad is the correct word but i guess is the closest thing i can come with.” said Leo while scratching his head.

“Did… did they say anything to you?” Donnie's voice was so small, almost afraid to know the answer but concerned enough to search for it “are they mad?”

“I will not tell you what exactly they said but… i can tell you that they are sad in a way that they are starting to have thoughts that will be a problem later if you both don’t fix this soon”

Donnie didn’t say anything so leo continued “Look, i know you love them, god knows that you are happy by their side. We, as your family, know your way of love, but sometimes you can be kind of… rude. You try to do all things on your own, even when we have told you before that you don’t need to be working 24/7… yes… we are at war and is… all of this is just bullshit… and that probably without you we would be far worse than we are now,  but you also need to rest and enjoy your partner while you can… since this war can take everything we love…”

The brothers look at each other, pain all over their faces, different kinds of pain; one of fear to run the same luck as his twin, the other with the pain of someone that lives with regret.

“I know you miss L/L too…” Donnie tried saying in an attempt to soothe his twin’s old pain.

“We are not talking about them or me for the matter” leo said with a hard voice and gave a big sigh “i’m just saying that you should try and talk”

“I…I know that” 

Both brothers stayed silent for a bunch of minutes before Leonardo broke it.

“Have you slept at all?” questioned 

“Scoff, as if i had the time. I’m working in something for the 2.0 Krang-zombies” answered Donnie looking at the table were his invention was laying…half build, half operational.

“And what that thing is? It looks like that killer robot from the movie of weird small dolls with numbers on their backs” start saying Leo getting closer and looking at the piece “yeah! that one that made Raph and Mikey had nightmare for like a whole week or so”

Donnie looked as his twin perplexed, he did not know what surprised him more: the fact of Leo remembering a movie that they watched when they were like 6 or the fact of Leo remembering ONE SINGLE  CHARACTER of a 2009 movie that they watched only once.

“When i finish it” Donnie started to say, ignoring the question “it will help us scan the persons entering our safe zone and keeping and eye out for the krangs getting close”

“Scan the persons?” asked Leo looking at his brother 

“I build it for the 2.0 Krang-zombies as i just told you, do you ever listen to me?”

“Yeah but you usually made things in the computer, like programs and all that stuff. It has been a while since you actually build something outsite the cars or something for the base” said Leo “The krang-pupets also put you alert?”

“Krang…puppets?” he could not be serius

“yeah, the troups haven’t seen one since Mikey, but we are all wary…The fact that they still could talk and Mikey could not heal them…”

“Yeah…”

But before Donnie could say anything Leo spoke

“Let’s go”

The softshell look at him confused “Go were?”

“To the communication room, it’s like 4 and half or so” 

“What? No, it’s around 2 am, I looked a few minutes ago and–” it was in fact 4:43 am, he had been working so much that lost the notion of time “It’s 4:41…but what’s the use of going? They are probably working and waiting for their shift to end”

“You my brother, are ZERO romantic” Leo smiled at the annoyed face of his twin “Their shift ends at 6am right? Then you both could crack a few lines and have a smooth beginning when you see each other face to face”

They look at each other…and then “Tired sigh…Fine” 

Leo smiled at his victory and both of them started walking, talking about stupid things Leo wanted him to say over the com that OF COURSE he would never say, because 

a) It was impractical

b) It was stupid

c) He was not gonna give Leonardo another victory

and most importantly!

d) He was gonna say it in private with Y/N and only with them alone

“Common Dee! what’s the worst that could happen? It’s not a matter of life and death, they are literally at the door” questioned a very happy Leonardo

“Says the turtle that hates doing guarding shifts” answered a very annoyed Donatello.

“I hate being still, anyways they have the safest jobs today. It’s fine”

And even at this words, Donatello was still feeling uneasy. They arrived at the central com and looked at the time in the clock on the wall.

4:58 am

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Editor’s note: I was promised two drawings in exchange for correcting any mistranslation or errors on this fanfic. Sorry if I missed any.  Enjoy your sad turtles.

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Anyways... Thank you for been so patient waiting for this fanfic to continue, yes there is at least two more parts of this history 💜 I'M REALLY sorry if there is something that does not make sense, english is not our first language 😥

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[jungkookstatts]

Omg university superstar is so good 😭😭😭 and that drabble with the kids is so sweet omg i cant help but imagine one of oc's students liking her so much, they claim they'll marry her when they're older (you know like how kids do that to their parent) and kook just getting slightly jealous cuz oc is kook's forever!!

University Superstar Drabble 2

[Summary]: Jungkook is competitive. In fact, he's so competitive that he's come to realize that that side of him doesn't dwindle with anyone. Not even with 5-year-olds. Not even with one of your students, Ju-Won, who claims he is your husband.

[Theme]: UniversitySuperstar!AU, Jock!Jk, LacrossePlayer!JK x TeacherIntern!Y/N, EstablishedRealtionship!AU

[Rating]: Flufffff, 18+ for mentions of the deed, fun competition between a grown man and a child

[Word Count]: 2,070

[A/N]: I may or may not have received butterflies in my tum while writing this.

[Masterlist] [Drabble (3)]

Making out with Jungkook is by far your favorite pastime. He’s so much softer than you anticipated, most especially in the morning. Although his morning breath is terrible and his morning wood pokes you with every given moment, the innocence of his intent is too much to deny. Jungkook is truly hard to resist.

His body glimmers with sleep, sluggish and covered in nothing but a pair of black Calvin’s and the duvet’s sheets. But he finds it within himself to wrap you in his embrace and keep you warm against his skin. A tattooed arm comes to rub at your back, tracing gentle circles along the knots of your spine with his fingertips.

Jungkook hums into your mouth as you kiss him, prompting you to tilt your head just a little further to taste the honey of his mouth. With his permission, he allows you to do so.

His hair is knotty and messy, brown locks sticking up in every which way. But you allow yourself to run your fingers through his soft locks, pulling on them every so often, knowing it gets him feeling a certain way.

He’s pliable when he kisses you like this. Just a pure good boy wanting to feel you love him. Jungkook loves when you hold him; every inch of you makes him melt, feeling like his skin fuses with yours with every touch. The way you touch him fuels him in a way you’d probably never understand.

However, your boyfriend groans in discontent as you pull away from his lips, breaking the kiss.

“I have to go to work,” you chuckle against his cheek, gently pushing against his chest.

He only pushes himself closer, shaking his head 'no' as he comes back to kiss you. Legs intermingle with yours, wrapping around you and forcing you to trap your heat within the sheets.

“Yes,” you giggle, turning your head away from him when he tries to kiss you again.

The pout on his lips almost makes you regret denying him. But it’s 10:25 and you only have 20 minutes to get ready if you want to make it to work on time.

“No,” he croaks, morning voice prevalent. “Stay with me.”

Jungkook buries his nose in your neck, inhaling the smell of your skin. You smell like rain and roses and he can’t get enough. You’re addicting, but even more so when he recognizes his own scent adorning your skin. The reminder of last night is prevalent as he wraps his arms around your back, pulling your chest close to his. You’re in his t-shirt, and he smiles with pride when the mixture of himself and yourself come together as one.

“I can’t, Kook,” you kiss the crown of his head. “I gotta teach these children. They’re in a critical learning stage. Missing a day is not an option.”

“You’re only an intern, though,” he wines. “Why isn’t the actual teacher doing her job?”

“Because I’m the intern,” you laugh. “I am Mrs. Kim’s bitch until I get my teaching certificate.”

“Wrong,” he smiles into your skin, biting it a little afterward. “You’re my bitch.”

The way your interning works is usually a mixed system. Either you teach for the first half of the day, the second half of the day, or together with Mrs. Kim. Today is a second-half-of-the-day type of schedule, and you’re glad you were able to sleep in a little while longer than usual.

Whether intentional or not, Jungkook’s morning wood presses against your core as his legs wrap tighter around your own. You’re not wearing anything besides his t-shirt, so the feeling of his clothed cock against your entrance makes it harder for you to keep your word.

“Talk that up with Mrs.Kim, babe,” you chuckle, pulling him up by the chin just enough to give his forehead a peck. “Now let me go. I have 5 minutes to cover all these hickies and look like we didn’t have 3 rounds of sex last night.”

“My point exactly,” he smirks, letting you out of his embrace. He situates his cock in his boxers with an uncomfortable clearing of the throat. He tries not to look at the wet mark your pussy left on the fabric of them while you move away. Staring down at his unclothed chest, you watch him move his hands away from his boxers and point at you in discussion. “That’s an odd number. Gotta make it 4 or else it’ll be bad luck.”

“Says Who?” You squint, trying to see the logic in even vs. odd numbered sex.

“Says anyone ever,” he raises an eyebrow, an antagonizing smirk forming on his lips. “Not joking.”

“You’re impossible,” you laugh, rolling your eyes as you turn from him and make your way into the bathroom. You hear your boyfriend’s laughs as you walk away, trying to hide the smile that dares to make its way onto your face.

You’ve never had to buy green concealer before you met Jungkook. But he’s a sex demon, and he loves to turn you into a human plum at any given moment. Hence, you start your hasty effort in getting ready with it, covering up the multiple spots on your neck that your selected outfit does not hide.

To your surprise, by the time you’re out of the bathroom, Jungkook’s well-dressed and groomed. Gray sweatpants and black t-shirt, your boyfriend admits the most comfortable aura you wish you could surround yourself in all day. It's a bittersweet sight.

“Where are you headed?” You smile, slipping your hands around his waist.

“Gonna drive you to work,” he suggests. A tattooed hand comes up to your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’ll pick you up. I have nothing going on today besides practice from 11-2.”

“No classes?” you ask, surprised.

“Not on Mondays,” he kisses the bridge of your nose.

“Okay,” you smile, kissing his lips softly before you head out the door.

----

Jungkook walks with you into the school. He claims he wants to say 'hi' to Principal Green, but you know he just wants to spend as much time with you as he can before you’re off teaching. However, when you enter the teacher’s lounge, there’s a screaming kid sitting at the table with a very concerned and slightly pissed-off Aecha.

“Thank God!” Aecha exhales as you walk in. The weight physically lifts off her shoulders at the sight of you.

“Is everything okay?” you ask. You drop your bag near the door before coming over to her and the wailing child.

The student is one of the kids in your class, Ju-Won. At the sound of your voice, the small boy hops out of his chair and nearly jumps into your arms, sobbing into your dress shirt.

“He fell and scraped his knee at recess,” Aecha pinches the skin between her eyes. “We’ve been trying to clean his wounds, but he won’t let any of us besides you do it.”

“Ju-Won,” you frown. “What’s this about?” you softly pat his head, lifting him back down onto the chair. The first aid kit is on the table, stuff scattered everywhere probably from multiple attempts from Aecha trying to help him. You immediately start pulling picking out the supplies you need and organizing them on the table.

Ju-Won sniffs as you take out the disinfectant spray, his hands aggressively wiping at the tears on his face.

“You have to let others besides me help you, Ju-Won,” you explain, laying out the bandages and ointment.

This is typical of Ju-Won. He’s a very shy boy; he actually reminds you of Jungkook in some ways. He’s got that look of goodness in his eyes, a gentle touch with everything he handles, and an aggressive need to be near what he wants. Which just so happens to be you. The boy can’t stand a single day where you don’t come into class and teach. The one day you called off, Mrs. Kim told you Ju-Won was kicking and screaming nearly the entire day because he wanted to see you.

“N-No,” he sobs. You quickly tell him that you’re going to spray the disinfectant, but he continues crying throughout the tingled spray. You tell him he did a good job, but all he cares about is telling you his reasoning. “I only trust Ms. Y/l/n,”

“And why’s that?” you laugh, placing the bandaid on his knee.

“Because I want to marry you one day, Ms. Y/l/n,”

You can hear Aecha spit her coffee into the sink. Several covered coughs fill the air as she tries to quiet down. She hastily rips a napkin from the roll on the counter and wipes at her face. Meanwhile, you can literally feel the wideness of Jungkook’s eyes behind you. All movement from him seems to stop as Ju-Won climbs into your embrace again.

“Ms. Y/l/n, will you marry me?” the small boy asks you innocently, looking up at you with red eyes and a smile with one too many missing teeth. Not a single ounce of previous discomfort is on his features. It’s as if all his pain went away at his proclamation of marriage.

You can’t find it in yourself to say anything as you contain your laughter, but Jungkook definitely does.

“Woah, hey there bud,” he starts, grabbing the small human gently underneath his armpits and lifting him off your body. Jungkook places the boys small feet on the ground, despite his retaliative kicking when Jungkook pulls him away from you. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

An angry Ju-Won turns around and kicks Jungkook’s shin, “She’s my wife!” Ju-Won sticks his tongue out at Jungkook while he rubs at the spot the small man kicked. “You shouldn’t get too ahead of yourself.”

“Oh yeah?” Jungkook harshly, but not with too much force (because he’s still just a kindergartener), pokes the boy's forehead, causing Ju-Won to stumble back a little bit. “If you’re her husband, what does that make me?”

“The ring bearer,” the boy smirks. You can visibly see Jungkook’s eye twitch, his fist balling up as he faces your “husband”.

Aecha is dying in the background, and honestly, you’re not far from doing the same. Ju-Won’s insistence on being your husband is hilarious, but what’s even more so is the fact that Jungkook is acting like Ju-Won totally isn't a 5-year-old who has no idea what the point of marriage even is about.

“You think tha—” Jungkook starts in rage, but Ju-Won kicks his shin again. “Fu—Would you stop that?”

You laugh into your elbow, trying hard to contain the tears. Finally, you muster up the intent to stop this fight from getting any worse. Coming between the two, you carefully separate the competitive boys.

“Y/n,” your boyfriend starts, turning you towards him. “You just gonna let him claim you like that? Need I remind you that last ni—”

“He is five years old, Jungkook,” you stifle a laugh. Behind you, Ju-Won is pulling on your skirt, asking for your attention. Jungkook’s mouth falls when you give it to him. You crouch down to his level and put on a smile despite your fusing boyfriend behind you.

“Let's get you back to class, yeah?” you ask him. Ju-Won happily nods before looking over your shoulder at Jungkook. Squinting his eyes he pokes his tongue out at him again. Jungkook mimics him, but ultimately Ju-Won gets the last word when he smiles at Jungkook from the doorway where you lead him out, telling him with a grin that you’re all his right now.

“Looks like you’re gonna need to put your foot down, Jeon,” Aecha giggles from behind him.

“That twat,” he clenches his fist. “As if he’s her husband. That’s my title.”

“Need I remind you that you are still currently Y/n’s boyfriend?” She takes a sip of her coffee.

“Future title,” he corrects.

“I dunno~” she mocks, moving over to her desk with an antagonizing smile. “You clearly got some competition.”

Jungkook gulps.

Yeah, he does.

Not just with 5-year-olds, but with nearly every man who lays his eyes on you. Jungkook knows you’re a catch. And if you’re going to cover up his hickies every day, how else is he going to make it known that he and you belong to each other?

“Maybe I need to buy a ring.”

----

[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

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[velidewrites]

Don’t Look Back

Five hundred years ago, the humans fought hard for their freedom in the Great War and won. Now, their former masters seek retribution in a rebellion that grows stronger year by year. When Elain Archeron finds out marrying Greysen Nolan might be the only solution to keep her family safe from the ancient, cruel Fae, she doesn't hesitate to fulfil her duty. What Elain doesn't know, though, is that the man with the fiery hair and russet eyes is not her fiancé, but his killer—and when she finally finds out, well…it will be far too late to turn back.

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Chapter 5: The Hold

Much to Elain’s dismay, Lucien decided to put a blindfold on her before she managed to examine the strange place.

The Vanserra Hold, Lucien had called it. All Elain had caught a glimpse of, though, was the circular clearing, and the fire burning around it. As far as she was concerned, the only things this forest held were the Vanserras’ egos and a rather pungent collection of mud.

She could feel the magic around her, though. The metallic tinge of it was familiar enough for her to make out through this blend of autumn and sunlight—she had scented it on more than one occasion in her father’s private repository. It was almost like autumn had somehow found a way to trap this piece of land as the rest of the world moved through the rest of the seasons unaffected.

Despite herself, Elain enjoyed the way it warmed her skin. Her body seemed to move of its own accord as she tilted her chin upwards, as though to soak up whatever light the gaps between the trees offered.

Doing so had been a mistake—something sharp caught in her hair, grazing against the back of her neck lightly, and Elain jumped at the sensation.

“Stop moving,” Lucien instructed, tying the piece of cloth around her head at last. The blindfold may have covered her sight—her entire face, really—but Elain could practically hear his eyes roll at her reaction to his claws. “I thought you weren’t afraid of monsters, Princess,” he teased.

“Stop calling me that,” she barked. Frankly, she was starting to get quite sick of his little jabs—sick of everyone calling her the title she had not earned. In their mouths, it had always sounded like at worst mockery. At best, it had been respect for her father, not Elain. Never Elain.

She felt Lucien shrug. “I’ll call you whatever I like,” he said, taking a step back as if to admire his work. “You’ve had no trouble calling me a beast earlier.”

“I never said beast,” Elain corrected.

A sigh. “Beast, monster,” Lucien said. “Creature. It’s all the same to me, just as I know it’s all the same to you.”

Behind the blindfold, her eyes narrowed. “Don’t presume to know what I mean,” she hissed. “You are a monster. You killed my mother.” 

“Eris did.”

“I don’t imagine you tried stopping him,” Elain said, crossing her arms over her chest in accusation. “He doesn’t even feel a shred of remorse about it.”

Lucien snorted. “No, he does not,” he said. “And neither do I. Think of me whatever you like, Princess, but I’m not even half the monster your mother was.”

It wasn’t the first time she’d heard the Fae slander her mother in the past few hours. The two of them had never been as close as Elain had wished—Mother had always seemed to prefer Nesta, which, as disappointing as it once had been, was not surprising in the least. Nesta was, and always had been, a force to be reckoned with—an heir that would strengthen the Merchant’s position in the new world no matter the odds. Elain…Mother had never once looked at Elain the way she would look at Nesta. With pride, with determination. Still, Elain supposed, it was better than Mother never looking at her at all.

As much as she’d always underestimated Elain, and ignored her youngest daughter completely, Elain had never believed her mother to be a bad person. She was ambitious, yes—stricter than most parents would have been, even the titled ones—but a monster…

She wished she wasn’t blindfolded, if only to give Lucien the nastiest look possible as she told him, “I don’t believe you.”

An equally nasty retort must have been armed at the ready on Lucien’s tongue, because Vassa interjected, reminding them both of her presence, “Give them a chance, Elain.” A hand on her shoulder—Vassa’s, thankfully, if the gentleness of the touch was any indication. “I promise you, all will be explained soon.”

“Ah, yes. The truth.” Elain rolled her eyes, and, as politely as she could muster for old time’s sake, shook Vassa’s hand off. “I want to believe you, Vassa, but how can you be sure they didn’t use their magic to lure you over to their side?” she asked, then added, “In New Prythian, they tell us if the Fae who could hold a person’s mind like it was nothing. Who could make it their own with less than a snap of their fingers. How can you be sure they haven’t done the same to you?”

To her utmost surprise, Vassa giggled. “Eris doesn’t have this ability,” she said. “And neither does Lucien—though I imagine he feels very bitter about it.”

A low scoff sounded beside them. “Can you not see me standing here?”

“Either way,” Vassa continued as if Lucien hadn’t spoken at all, “I didn’t simply trust their word, if that’s what you’re afraid of. There is…” she hesitated. “An object.”

Perhaps it was the Merchant’s daughter in her—but Elain’s brows rose. “An object?” she asked, her interest piqued as her mind began running through her father’s collection of truth-enhancing artifacts.

Lucien hissed. “Not here, Vassa.”

Vassa sighed deeply. “Sorry, Elain,” she told her. “You’ll have to be patient with us, I’m afraid.”

Elain huffed. “It’s hard to be patient with a blindfold around my face,” she complained, blowing the loosened cloth away from her mouth. “I can hardly breathe.”

A light step towards her crunched one of the autumn-coloured leaves as long, slender fingers reached for her, gently adjusting the blindfold and pulling it high enough to expose her mouth to the sunlight once again. It was a nice change from Lucien’s talons and Vassa re-tied the piece of fabric—a little tighter this time, yet not tight enough to pull on so much as a strand of hair.

“Thank you,” Elain told her, shoulders relaxing in Vassa’s warm presence.

But it wasn’t Vassa’s voice who spoke back, so close to Elain’s face she could almost feel its owner’s breath on her neck as he pulled back. “You’re welcome,” Lucien said quietly, leaving nothing but a light tingle on her skin.

The memory of his body’s closeness to her own made Elain suck in a breath, and, for the first time, she truly allowed herself to think about the events before she discovered Lucien’s deception. The way he’d swayed her in a dance, a strong hand braced gently on her waist. The way his laugh rasped against her ear as he told her her eyes were the most beautiful he had ever seen—as she had confessed the exact same to him before pressing her mouth to his own.

The reminder of it—the lie, made her empty chest tighten. But before she could take her thanks back, before she could blow up at him for tying her up and taking her from her home all over again, the sound of someone’s steps reached her ears.

Eris stopped by her side, tall and commanding. “If you three are done wasting our time, I suggest we get moving.”

“Let me help you,” Vassa offered, taking Elain by the arm. “This really wasn’t necessary, Eris,” she added pointedly, her gaze palpable on the cloth covering half of Elain’s face.

“I can’t have her running back to the Merchant and spilling all our secrets,” Eris said calmly. “The entrance to the Hold is sealed and has never been opened by anyone who doesn’t bear the Vanserra name.”

And with that, he simply turned and left again.

“So demanding, these males,” Vassa hummed, and, with a light tug as her only invitation, Elain started walking.

The heat of the fire burning atop the pillars signalled that they reached the very centre of the bizarre circle—the entrance to their family hold, Elain suspected from Eris’s words. As much as she hated to admit it, Eris had been smart to demand a blindfold be put on her. Elain would’ve started noting every corner of this place into her mind had she only been able to see them.

Still, she would make do with whatever clues she’d been offered. The ground changed beneath her feet, the heavy echo of stone signalling what had to be a door. The Vanserra Hold laid underground, then—it was not some invisible fortress hidden between the trees she’d initially suspected had been glamoured using whatever remnants of High Lord magic Eris still possessed. If he indeed was the direct descendant of Old Prythian’s Fae regime, Elain needed to be careful. The Fae’s magic had become nothing but a shadow of its past might, but—as Elain had learned—darkness could be haunting if one walked into it blind.

Silently, she cursed the damn blindfold again.

Around her, the flames intensified, and Elain could feel it blaze high up into the sky at whatever command Eris had given it. To have such power over an element, especially one as uncontrollable as fire, filled Elain with unease. Just what, exactly, could the Vanserras do with the fire in their blood?

The stone rattled loudly beneath her feet, and she felt Vassa pull on her arm once more as if to get her to step back. Elain obeyed. She may not have appreciated being taken here, but that hardly meant she’d let herself be swallowed by the depths of the earth itself.

Apparently, she was instead supposed to walk into them of her own volition. The entrance had stopped moving after a few seconds, its final groan sounding in what had to be a hallway stretching underneath. After Vassa murmured something that suspiciously sounded like “stairs,” Elain realised this might take a while.

To have survived this long—five hundred years after the War, to be exact—the Vanserras must have taken all the precautions their magic had allowed for to protect themselves. The Hold must have been carved deep into this enchanted piece of land. Elain couldn’t help but feel some excitement at the thought of being one of the few humans allowed to step foot in it.

Kidnapped or not, she was in Old Prythian. She had visited Braemar only once as a child, and, even so, she had spent the entire trip either in her father’s golden carriage—so unlike the half-rotten wooden wagon Lucien and Eris had her travel in—or the Huntsman’s fortified castle. She wasn’t even allowed outside—not that the Huntsman had any gardens or sights to offer beyond the hunting rounds surrounding his residence. Elain wondered how Vassa must have felt leaving that place for good—seeing the world beyond her father’s iron gates.

Elain had always found ways to occupy herself. The Archeron Manor boasted acres upon acres of rolling green hills, of greenhouses and little fruit orchards Elain tended to on summer days. It was her way of being useful, in whatever way she could. She was not a tactician the way Nesta or her mother had been, or a free spirit like Feyre, sneaking off the family grounds whatever chance she could. Perhaps it was why Elain hadn’t ended up married to one of the most powerful men in the world, like Nesta. Perhaps it was also why she hadn’t ended up killed like Feyre.

The thought made something heavy lodge itself into her throat as she began descending down the stairs. Her quiet life spent conforming to the rules may have avoided her being married to a family as cruel as the Harvester’s, or being taken by the Fae and presumed dead. But, about to discover the trove of one of the most ancient magical families Prythian had ever seen, Elain couldn’t help but wonder if she ever truly lived at all.

Nesta had hardly written her at all these days, kept under the Harvester’s close watch, but Elain had no doubt her older sister’s scheming did not end with her marriage. And Feyre—her wild, wonderful Feyre—while she hadn’t lived very long, Elain knew that, if given another chance, Feyre would not have let herself be trapped in their family’s manor for the sake of something as fleeting as safety.

Perhaps, eventually, she would have run away the way Vassa had, which brought Elain back to the question she’d been meaning to ask ever since that awful carriage ride to the Hold.

“How on earth did you manage to kill twelve men on your own?” she turned to Vassa, grimacing at yet another wet drop of watery mud gracing the top of her head. From the amount of cracks in the ceiling, Elain deduced the Vanserra Hold was a lot older than five hundred years—perhaps twice that, or even more.

“You don’t get to be the Huntsman’s daughter without learning how to fight,” Vassa said, a sly smile creeping into her tone. “I became a warrior on the day I learned how to stand.” Then, “I could teach you, if you’d like,” she offered.

“Oh, I’m no warrior,” Elain said. Someone like Feyre or Nesta may have taken her up on the offer, but Elain…

“Just because you’re not a warrior doesn’t mean you can’t learn how to fight—to defend yourself,” Vassa said. “Lucien isn’t a warrior, but I can assure you he knows how to land a strike or two.”

Somewhere behind them, Lucien scoffed. “Excuse me—“

“Oh, shut it,” Vassa interrupted, much to Elain’s content.

The corridor rumbled with a snarl in answer.

Elain jerked her chin pointedly at Lucien. “He sure seems like a warrior to me,” she told Vassa, who laughed at the comment.

“Lucien commands one of our legions, but his primary role is diplomatic in nature.” Elain felt her shrug. “He’s an emissary—sometimes even a courtier, when the situation demands it.”

Elain arched an eyebrow. “Courtier?” She scoffed. “I’ll make sure to advise all the other human courts to keep him off the guest list.”

Courtier. The Fae certainly had some way of showing it. As far as political envoys went, Elain was pretty sure she’d never heard of kidnapping their host being one of their responsibilities.

Lucien seemed entirely unbothered by her not-so-subtle dig. “I have no desire to attend your human parties—if you can even call them that—ever again,” he said.

Rude. “Looks like he could use some additional training,” she said to Vassa. The woman laughed again, apparently all too happy to play witness to their exchange.

Lucien hummed lowly, the sound reverberating into her bones. “You seemed to find my presence perfectly enjoyable, Princess,” he teased, the stupid nickname quickly prompting the return of the anger she’d been stifling.

Lucien Vanserra was such a liar.

“Is he always this insufferable?” Elain asked gruffly.

Vassa’s chuckle danced off the stone walls. “Oh, yes,” she told her. “Worse, even.”

Elain didn’t get the chance to play along—the entire party came to a halt.

She heard the crackling of flames again, followed by a quiet whisper of something she couldn’t quite discern from Eris’s lips—and then, a loud grunt of heavy, wooden doors, protesting against the clearly rusted, iron hinges.

Vassa led her into the room, an almost indiscernible gust of wind greeting them as they entered. Elain felt the wooden panels beneath her feet—then a balustrade, smooth and polished as though recently renewed. She rested her hands on the wood, then reached out only to find an empty space.

A pair of hands reached the knot tied at the back of her head, working smoothly to undo it. Elain nearly sighed with relief as the material fell from her face, and her gaze immediately darted to follow its direction.

It did not rest discarded on the floor—no, her blindfold kept on floating downwards, down what had to be at least ten stories built deep into the core of the earth, each of them a trove for the Vanserras’—for Prythian’s—most ancient history.

Books, tomes so old she could make out their yellowed pages from the balustrade overlooking the cylindrical space—filled every shelf along with scrolls Elain’s trained eyes couldn’t even begin to try to date. Chests, scattered and squeezed into every empty corner, It did not rest discarded on the floor—no, her blindfold kept on floating downwards, down what had to be at least ten stories built deep into the core of the earth, each of them a trove for the Vanserras’—for Prythian’s—most ancient history.

Books, tomes so old she could make out their yellowed pages from the balustrade overlooking the cylindrical space—filled every shelf along with scrolls Elain’s trained eyes couldn’t even begin to try to date. Chests, scattered and squeezed into every empty space, containing what Elain had to imagine were artifacts the family had gathered over the course of their entire lineage. Sofas, ottomans and small, cushioned puffs waiting at every level, as if to provide reprieve for every Vanserra wishing to take a moment to study the knowledge and wisdom of his ancestors. The entire place had been crafter of warm, auburn wood, with small globes of fire trapped within stained glass floating around calmly, illuminating the space.

It was a library. It was a treasury. It was a home.

Eris led them to the left of the small balcony, then through a foyer where the staircase to the first downstairs level stretched out, and a door waited patiently to let new visitors in. Eris ignored the staircase, much to Elain’s disappointment, and wrapped a freckled hand around the golden handle—then twisted.

They walked into an unassuming, circular study, with red sofas and a large, heavy desk placed at the back of the room. The entire wall was clad in paintings—some of them portraits of the Vanserras of old, most brown or red-headed, all with a piercing, fiery stare—and others displaying scenes of a hunt, with the family mounting proud stallions and flaunting red banners, hoardes of greyhounds running at their side.

The Vanserras, Elain realised right there and then, had once been royalty.

“Stay here,” Eris instructed, as if thoroughly unimpressed by the scenes laid out before him. “Vassa, I need you with me,” he then said, and, without so much as turning over his shoulder, went out the door.

The only thing Vassa offered Elain before following in the High Lord’s footsteps was a rather exaggerated roll of her eyes. “All those centuries, and they never learned to say please.”

***

Because luck seemed to have made its personal nemesis out of Lucien, he was left in the room with Elain Archeron. Alone.

He did not support Eris’s decision to bring her into the Hold. It had always been a trove of their family’s legacy, and, more importantly, their secrets tha Elain was not privy to. With the exception of a few close allies, no living beings apart from Lucien and his brother knew about this place, and Lucien preferred to keep it that way. There were so few places he could call home these days.

The truth, as Vassa had so eloquently put it, could have been revealed to Elain somewhere else. As far as Lucien was concerned, the Merchant’s daughter, of all people, had no business stepping foot into the Vanserra Hold.

But, for some reason far beyond Lucien’s imagination, Eris wanted her here, even when her family had proven time and time again they were not to be trusted.

He would speak to his brother about this later. For now, apparently, he was Elain Archeron’s assigned guard dog.

Lucien dared a glance at the human Princess, and regretted it almost immediately. As much as he didn’t enjoy her presence in his home, she might very well have been the most beautiful thing that had ever made its way into the Vanserra thought.

He could almost feel his ancestors’ sharp looks of disapproval from the portraits above him, as if they had heard the traitorous thought. They haven’t spent much time alone, and yet, whenever the two of them had found themselves with no company to interrupt them, Lucien had a hard time remembering what Elain truly was. It felt strange—that something so beautiful could have come from a lineage of such monsters.

There was simply something about the way she took in her surroundings, wide-eyed with the awe written all over her face—as though she could feel the magic buzzing in this place. It lit up her features like the fire shining above them, like the sunlight warming the entrance to the Hold, turning her brown eyes into pure, liquid honey.

There was some wariness etched into her face, too, though. She must have recognised exactly how much power this place housed, and how unmatched she stood in comparison had she tried to run away again. Clever little thing—he could practically see the wheels of her mind turning, cataloguing every image, every object into the pages of her memory to report to her father later.

Over Lucien’s dead body would he ever let that happen. 

“I have to ask,” Elain’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “What was so horrible about our human parties?”

Lucien blinked—how she’d always managed to catch him off guard, he did not know, and frankly, he didn’t want to. Perhaps it truly was some magic the Archerons passed down to one another generation after generation. Perhaps it was in their blood to be the thorn in the Vanserras’ side.

Their conversation from a few minutes ago flitted back into his memory. What wasn’t wrong with the humans’ dreadful balls and ceremonies, really?

He told her exactly that. “They lack…life. You walk into the room and the very air drowns you.” He shook his head, recalling the engagement festivities arranged by her father. “It’s impressive at first, I’ll give you that—the walls and chandeliers dripping in gold, and the finest cuisine the world has to offer.” He grimaced. “But then, the music starts playing—and it may be performed by some of the most sought after quartets in Prythian, but…”

Elain’s perfect brows rose an inch. “But?”

“The dancing—all of it, really—it feels like a chore. A formality required to earn some standing in society. Your parties,” Lucien added, the word he’d been chasing finally finding its way onto his lips, “feel like a contract. The dullness, the lacklustre monotony of it—

Elain huffed. “Alright, I get the picture,” she interrupted, but Lucien hadn’t missed the curiosity in her gaze as she side eyed the scenes of the hunt stretched out beside them. “What are your parties like, then?” she asked.

It may have been the longest the two of them had spoken since the ball, Lucien realised. So little time had passed since then that it almost felt as though they were continuing their conversation from the night before. “I’m only a little over four hundred years old,” he told her, ignoring the shock parting her mouth at his words. “I never got to witness my predecessors’ celebrations before the War, or any of their holidays for that matter. A shame, really.” He felt his mouth twitch. “One of those holidays, I think I would have been a most devoted participant of.”

“I have a feeling I know where this is going—something terribly Fae and uncouth.”

“Quite,” Lucien agreed, unable to keep the grin off his face. Something told him he was going to enjoy scandalising this female—this woman—his mind immediately corrected, but he ignored the voice anyway. “In most parts of the world, they called it Calanmai, or Fire Night. It originated in the Spring Court, actually—the lands your family has claimed as New Prythian.”

Elain frowned. “We do not have any such holidays in our records.”

Lucien scoffed. “Of course not. I don’t imagine you humans would have found it appropriate by any means. Calanmai was a celebration of the coming of spring—and in the Court itself, it was a most sacred ritual performed by the High Lord to imbue magic into the land. Think of bonfires, thousands of them, lighting up every hill, smoke lilting into the stars. Drums, loud and echoing into the night. And wine—so much of it that you’d end up falling asleep under the sky, waking up to the spring breeze in your hair. The sun warming your face.”

Lucien cleared his throat. “Or, at least, that is how it was described to me.”

He could have sworn something pink heated in Elain’s cheeks. “I could see it, you know. You being a courtier—when you’re not such a condescending asshole, that is.”

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “I have never met a Princess so crass before,” he purred, deeply revelling in the resentment she bore for the nickname. How could she not be a Princess, though? Everything about her stance radiated command as she crossed her arms in disdain, her full lips pursing and those doe-like eyes flashing with challenge.

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

Lucien’s mouth twitched. “And I told you I’ll call you whatever I like,” he said. “Comes with the Asshole title, I’m afraid.”

Delighted, he watched as Elain whirled back to the Vanserra family portraits, murmuring something that suspiciously like prick and ridiculous, even her ears flushing that warm, lovely pink. Lucien smiled to himself.

“So, what was the ritual?” Elain’s voice reached him, still gruff as she focused on the rather unpleasant profile of Lucien’s great-great grandfather.

“Ritual?” Lucien questioned, his attention refusing to step back as far as two minutes ago for reasons unbeknownst to him.

Finally, Elain turned to him again. “Calanmai,” she reminded him.

Right. Lucien coughed again. “As I mentioned, infusing magic back into the land was the primary aim of the celebrations—it was the High Lord’s obligation to perform what was called the Great Rite.”

Elain’s brows knitted. “And how, exactly, was he supposed to do that?”

The grin made its way back Lucien’s face as he explained, “Every year, the High Lord of the Spring Court allowed the power of the Rite into his veins. Transformed into a beast, a creature of the very essence of spring, he would allow it to seize his body, his mind, his senses entirely.” He met Elain’s gaze directly as he added. “Each year, the magic would choose a Maiden—usually one of the members of Calanmai celebrations—a companion for the High Lord to…complete the Rite.”

Elain’s eyes widened. “They—they would—”

“Fuck, yes,” Lucien completed for her with a wave of his hand, eliciting a small gasp from Elain’s lips. He chuckled. “And, with the act, they would ah, release the magic into the land. To allow crops to grow healthier, of course.”

The silence hung between them long enough that Lucien couldn’t help but tease her some more. “Something wrong, little fawn?” he asked, realising that he was indeed thoroughly enjoying this—and that perhaps it was a good thing Eris or Vassa weren’t here to scold him for scandalising their guest a step too far. In his defence, Elain had asked him first.

“Your parties sound outrageous,” Elain finally said, that heat in her cheeks rising.

Lucien winked. “That’s exactly what parties should be, Princess.”

Elain smiled at that—a true smile, the kind she’d offered Vassa when she first saw her at the camp. The same kind she’d offered him when she hadn’t yet thought him an utter monster. “Is that why you brought me here? To show me how to throw better parties?”

Lucien choked. “Show you?”

The picture of it invaded his mind without warning—an image of him and Elain partying the way Lucien’s ancestors demanded it. A cave, lit up by faelight and thrumming with magic, their bodies naked and intertwined on the mossy earth, its fragrance mixing with their sweat. Elain laid out bare beneath him, her breasts heaving up and down in panting, shallow breaths as he entered her, so perfect and ready for his taking, his—

Lucien sucked in a breath, nearly choking again on the force of it, the force of the picture pushed back into the darkest, most secret corners of his mind. Eris and Vassa should have been here after all, if only to remind him of what happened the last time Lucien Vanserra had decided to trust a human like Elain Archeron.

Because she was a human. And the humans—the humans took his mother. His father, however horrible he had been. His brothers. They had nearly taken Eris, too, and Lucien’s heart right with it.

Lucien would not let it happen again. He would not let another Jesminda into his life.

“Of course,” he said tightly, “My people’s traditions would not have faded from common memory had it not been for you humans.” He shrugged. “As for why we brought you here—take it up with Eris. If it were for me, I would have never brought you into the Hold.”

He could see it—the way Elain’s smile faded. The confusion filling her shining stare, blending into hurt, so sharp it could no doubt pierce his own chest if she only stepped in closely enough.

Lucien could see it all, and the worst part of it was that he hated himself for it.

“We brought you into the Hold,” Eris voice sounded from a place Lucien was not yet ready to return to yet as his brother walked back into the study, Vassa falling into step beside him, “Because it was the safest place to show you this.”

In a few long strides, Eris reached the desk, and placed the heavy object right at its middle, the wood croaking slightly under its weight. A thick red fabric—an old Vanserra banner, from the looks of it—covered the globe entirely. Eris motioned for Elain to step in closer—and she did, as if drawn by the mystery of it alone. Lucien, though—Lucien remained frozen in place.

“This,” Eris began, placing his hand atop the smooth surface, “is the Veritas Orb.” In one, swift motion, he slid the banner off, revealing one of their family’s most prized and priceless possessions. The Orb shone a quiet, crystalline light, as though somehow made of all the colours and none of them at all, humming gently at the closeness of its owner’s hand—as if begging. Touch me. Talk to me. Ask me.

But Eris turned from its whisper—and looked at the Merchant’s daughter who stood in utter shock, mesmerised by the treasure laid out right before her.

“So, Elain Archeron.” Eris smiled. “Are you ready to learn the truth?”

#elucien #pro elucien #elain x lucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elucien fic #elucien fanfic #elucien fanfiction #acotar #my writing

[autisticsupervillain]

Could the Wright Anything Agency catch Agent 47?

Assumptions

I'm analyzing this under the pretext that Agent 47 has killed someone and sticks around under the same cover to scope out another target in the same area. The person 47 was disguised as at the time gets framed for the murder and the WAA take the case, looking into this "Tobias Rieper" guy when it starts to seem like he might be involved.

Neither has any prior information on the other going in.

Pre-Disbarment Phoenix

Given the Timelines of both franchises, this is Phoenix going up against World of Assassination Era 47. That is.... not good.

Basically, 47 is at his prime both in his abilities as an assassin and his resources with the ICA and he's going up against Nick back when he still needed Mia's advice from time to time.

Okay, that is unfair. Phoenix has taken down some very tough cookies. Damon Gant, Manfred Von Karma, Matt Engarde, and so on. All of whom were either very connected, very intelligent, or both. 47 is very much both.

I do genuinely think 47 can talk his way around the Magatama. 47 at this point has a particular habit of speaking when undercover, where he'll tell technical truths as a little private joke to himself. Lies of omission. Much like how Matt Engarde got around it by technicality, I do think 47 could as well.

Example: "Hey, doc, what's in that shot you're giving me?" "Floral extracts. Mostly belladonna." "Uh, isn't that poisonous? Shouldn't I be worried?" "I'm not. Just sit back, it'll all be over soon." Etc.

Not straight up lies, just not giving an entirely upfront answer.

That said, the name "Tobias Rieper" mosy definitely would cause a ding, because 47 himself doesn't consider himself as having one. That'll probably be what prompts Nick into poking around.

47 takes care to avoid getting recorded or photographed, and takes time to destroy such evidence when he has to, so Nick's gonna have to rely on witness testimony to prove 47's disguise didn't match his client. His basic Pressing techniques should be enough on that front, getting them to mention 47's completely hairless physique, tall stature, monotone voice, etc by pressing for more detail.

That said, I don't think Nick can genuinely catch 47 out with anything. He was genetically engineered to not leave a trace behind, so he can't grow hair and might not even have fingerprints. He prides himself on the bodies either not being found until hours after he's gone or spinning his kills as elaborate accidents. Nick can definitely bluff and theorize his way into working out how 47 did it, but without any proof, all he can do is prove it couldn't have been his client.

Also, First Game Nick dies here. Dude almost got himself assassinated by the mafia and 47 won't hesitate with that fiber wire.

That said, 47 does play into Nick's hand a little bit. He's been known to concoct overly elaborate kills that only he could ever possibly pull off just to make things interesting and if there's one talent Nick has its untangling convoluted murder plots through logical leaps no one else is willing to make.

47 also canonically has an "aura of death" that psychics can sense because of how many people he's killed. Don't know if the Magatama or Maya can pick up on that, as that's not really in their wheelhouse, but it's there if you want to argue it.

Similarly, 47 has met ghosts before, so he's liable to put his guard up if Mia tries to interject. Hell, he's met actual Santa too.

Also, if Phoenix does get his man, he'll have incurred the wrath of the entire ICA so... lose-lose really.

Ultimately, I think Nick can get his client off the hook, but he won't be able to corner a man as slippery as 47. 47 covers his tracks too carefully. 5/10, would solve case, would not catch killer.

Post-Disbarment Phoenix

A lot of Nick's advantages from before still carry over, but with a few extra notes.

First off, timeline wise, this is Freelancer Era 47. 47 no longer has an entire international assassination agency backing him up and now relies on his contacts in the black market and Diana Burnwood to get around. He also has a home he can be traced back to while previously he moved around constantly.

This time, Phoenix is the one with higher resources, as he has connections to Interpol through Edgeworth and connections to Khura'in through Apollo. He has the means to organize an international manhunt if he has to.

Nick is also a lot more willing and able to play the long game. Take his seven year plan against Kristoph or his collaboration with Edgeworth to catch The Phantom, for instance. Nick won't stoop to the lows he did against Kristoph again, as that came about from him being at the lowest point in his life, but his plan there proves he's absolutely able to play the long term Chessmaster when silly bluffing lawyer man won't cut it.

Again, Nick won't be able to catch 47 on their first run in. He just runs too tight a ship. Unlike previously, Nick will have the means to conduct follow up investigation and won't have to do so with a massive target on his back because the ICA doesn't exist anymore.

That said, a 47 whose at the top of his game is still a bit more than the Interpol of Ace Attorney can handle. It will take a lot of planning to create a trao that 47 can't just shoot his way out of. Most likely by going after Diana, but it'll take awhile for him to figure out she even exists. Diana's a force to be reckoned with on her own.

In brief, he can, but he'd have to dedicate a significant chunk of his life to it, pulling every string he has through connections and friendships. 9/10

Apollo Justice

Gonna be blunt, perceive is not gonna work. Like, flat out.

47 doesn't have body ticks. He's unnaturally stiff at all times, even while relaxing and having fun. He doesn’t emote or react or change his tone of voice in a situation. There wouldn't be a microexpression to give away the lie because 47 barely has expressions.

That said, he's just as good at the classic approach as Phoenix is, so a lot of what I said there applies here. Press for more testimony and point out the physical discrepancies that come from that.

Of note, if the crime takes place in Khura'in, then the Divination Seance may screw 47 over. He's had entire conversations with targets before killing them, after all, so it could catch him right there if he's not more careful than usual.

That said, Khura'in by itself doesn't have nearly the presence or resources to catch 47 on the follow through unless he stays relatively close by geographically, so even with all of Khura'in's investigative abilities focusing him, 47 should escape afterwards just fine.

Unless you count Apollo bringing in Phoenix to bring in Edgeworth and Interpol, Apollo just doesn't have the right deck to play with 47. 7/10 because Divination Seance and death aura might get 47 in Khura'in though.

Athena Cykes

On the opposite side of the spectrum, Athena basically hard counters 47.

A seemingly emotionless assassin whose a master of disguise. Think I've heard that one before....

That said, 47 isn't just Phantom 2. He does actually have emotions. He just buries them deeeeeeeep in there.

Honestly, 47 is a massive trauma magnet with a lot of damage upstairs. He was genetically designed to be an assassin from the ground up, waa abused all his childhood in an attempt to purge all emotion and empathy from him, had to witness the first family he ever had he shot and killed in front of him to "teach him a lesson", was drugged into believing he killed his best friend and brother for years, and now has to live with the fact that he killed the parents of the one person left in the world that he cares about. Just... that's rough buddy.

Yeah, Athena would hear nothing when 47 talks about the murder and hear a biiiiiiiig blip when someone says the name Diana or Lucas and that's a big give away.

Could Athena talk him into giving up his career? That's a big if. 47's been kicking the can around in his head for awhile and he always comes back to "killing bad people is the one thing I enjoy in life" so... I'm not optimistic.

She also has no way of actually apprehending him, with none of Apollo's or Phoenix's resources (beyond having them in speed dial, at least).

That said, she'd shake him to his core in the way the other two could never. He'd come out respecting Apollo and Nick but shaken by Athena and that's a big win.

All of them:

Combine all those advantages and what do ya get?

That's a conviction several years in the making, my friend.

#ace attorney #hitman #agent 47 #phoenix wright #apollo justice #athena cykes #diana burnwood

[aphroditesmoon]

sea, swallow me (part III)

jacaerys velaryon x fem!velaryon!reader

part 4

summary: when jacaerys finally meets the hidden bastard of corlys velaryon, he loses interests in his betrothed Baela and intends to make her aunt his, but are you really what your family has made you up to be?

warnings: this fic is inspired by the movie 'song of the sea', CANON DIVERGENCE, slowburn, aged up jace (18 yrs old), reader has selective mutism (she CAN talk), reader is 5 years older than jace, selkie! reader, reader's race is NOT specified(adopted!reader), cursing, nsfw content in future chapters,typical ASOIAF sexism, typical asoiaf targcest.

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“Will you not say goodbye to your father?” Corlys had not even an ounce of guilt in his eyes. You shook your head as a no, receiving his predictable sigh.

“Come here.” He pleads. You give in and walk into his arms. He held you like he’s about to lose you for good. I’m coming back, you wanted to tell him. But your pride won the best of you. “No matter what happens, or how much you’ve grown to hate or tire of me, you will always-’’ he leaned closer to your temple as he whispers, “-be my daughter.” I could never hate you. When you pulled away slightly, you notice how hies eyes stray from you towards the large ship, specifically towards Daemon and Rhaenyra.

He gives you one last look, a certain graveness in his face that is now devoid of his usual small smile. “Come back to me safely.” You nod in a promise, untangling your hand from his as you turn the awaiting Rhaena, smiling as brightly as the sun.

She gives you a thumbs up as you reach her. “Finally, you will have the best time in Dragonstone, I’ll make sure of it.” She crosses her arm with yours, climbing up the ship. You spare one last glance towards your father, now face to face with Rhaenyra, probably giving her some sort of ‘don’t get her killed speech’.  “Grandsire acts like we’ll drown you the first chance we get once we reach home, it’s offending, truly.” You grinned at the younger girl, letting her rest her head on your shoulder for a minute before she jolts up again. She never was the one able to sit still.

“Baela, we have ourselves another woman on the ship!” Rhaena yells out to her sister who’s just arrived from behind the deck. “Auntie?” She asks sweetly, like she’s known you for ages. “I thought grandsire said no?” You winked at Baela who’s now by your left side.

“I made father ask again.” Rhaena grinned cheekily, earning a laugh from her sister. “And it worked? I thought father’s only good at pissing him off even more, that’s what Rhaenys said at least.” She only receives a shrug from the other girl, and so she dropped it.

“Well anyways, this is great, you know sometimes we’d get glimpses of fishes swimming, I’ve seen a dolpin once actually! We were 12, I think, Rhaena thought it was a mermaid.” A mute airy laugh escapes you at the information while Rhaena shoves Baela and tells her to shut up. “It’s always nice to sail around- unless you get seasick like Lucerys that is. Though I will have to warn you of a particular annoyance that’ll occur almost every minute once we’re off. It sounds a lot like this; ‘Oi! Get away from the edge, you could’ve fell you know? Oi! Stop breathing too hard at the water!’ “ Her accurate imitation of Jacaerys cracks a smile out of you as Rhaena decides to join in with her own imitations.

“ Oi! Mother said I’m in charge, that means no littering in the ship!” Baela turn her head to her side as she laughs hardly, hands clutching her chest. “ ‘How dare you disobey me, You’ll hear from mother!’ ” The three of you giggled to yourself, Rhaena already kneeling on the floor covering her face while you and Baela tried not to fall off the ship.

“Oi!” A familiar voice shouts suddenly, the sisters and you raise your heads to meet a confused Jacaerys standing before you.

You share a look with them and start to laugh again in his face. “Can you three at least stop leaning at the edge, we’re about to go.” His words are outrightly ignored as Baela points a finger at his face. “See, I told you.” She says to you, earning an incoherent lip movement from you. I know. You almost said. He’s about as identical as an annoying baby seal. You would know. Always yapping around.

“See what?” He asks desperately. The older girl just shook her head as she calmed down. “Nothing, see nothing.” She attempts to assure him, only deepening his frown. “I feel like you’re all ganging up againts me, which is insulting considering I’ve done nothing but-“

“- But be the most boring person in the whole world.” Rhaena completes his words, earning a glare. “I’m responsible, not boring.” The sisters groaned loudly at that and move to push him away towards another direction. “Hey! What’d I do?” You hear him ask as he’s being shoved away. “Go be a prissy prat somewhere else.” Baela responds. Your eyes wonder towards Daemon and Rhaenyra, further on your opposite, talking again in the same serious and boring old people manner. After fighting your own consciousness, you turn around to the sight of your home, and you let yourself risk crying in public as you search for your father at where he stood.

He was already walking away. I’m sorry. You should’ve said, even though you weren’t. I’ll miss you.

---

It was a long journey, or maybe it wasn’t, maybe you just hadn’t been in sea for a long time.

You notice how Rhaenyra stares at you from time to time as you spend most of your time looking out the sea and below it. It was not malicious, or scrutiny. It was the kind of look that made her seem like she was searching for something on you. And she wasn’t exactly shy about it either, only smiling whenever you looked back.  Is it weird that you’re here? You finally ask yourself. You weren’t family, not really. But you felt like it with Rhaena and Baela. You felt them as your sisters, just like Laena was to you.

Another person whom you’ve noticed couldn’t keep his eyes from you was Jace.

In fact, you were sure the only thing stopping him from walking over and attempting a conversation was the girl by your side. Baela had went to sleep by a chair. You turn your head to the corner where Lucerys is huddled by, trying not to pass out after throwing up all afternoon. Giving a nudge at Rhaena, you cocked your head towards her betrothed. “Oh, at least he’s now throwing up anymore.” She says happily. You raise a brow. “Will you be fine alone?” She asks concerningly. You smile and mouthed to her ‘I’m not alone’, while beckoning to the ship crew and her family. She shares your smile and squeezes your hand before walking over to the boy, pulling him up slightly to help him.

How many seconds would he take? You ask yourself. 5,4,3,2- “Hello.” He’s leaning againts the ship on your left, stealing glances between you and the sea. “Hello.” You whisper, too low for him to hear, but he smiles and you wondered if he did hear it anyway.

“Are you having a good time?” He asks. You nod once, turning from the sea to his face. “Great.” He responds awkwardly. “That’s great…” You turn again towards the waters. After a moment’s silence, he speaks again; “Are you purposely not talking to me, because you don’t like me?” The bluntness in his tone almost makes you laugh. “Do not think yourself too greatly, Jacaerys. I do nothing for anyone else but myself.” You speak gently, a gift for his ears only. His grin, became only yours to see too. "My apologies then." His skin was reflecting the shine of the setting sun. Though you're not sure if it has anything to do with your fast beating heart every time his brown orbs shined from the light.

Neither of you had mentioned the other night. You wondered if he too stayed awake all night with the memory of how the other looked under the moon's glow. You flinched hard when your eyes caught sight of a moving creature under the deep blues. You hastened to look more closely, standing on your tiptoes now.

“What? What was it?” Jace asks worriedly, his hands immediately gripping your wrist in case you fall. The waves are empty as you remain watchful, until finally, It swims back up. Jacaerys himself leans closer to look when he hears you gasping loudly.

Your hands were quick to reach out from the far distance. As if you’re saying; Look! It came for me!

“It’s a seal- gods.” Jacaerys laughs in awe at the sight, watching as the sea creature swims closer before diving back into the deep waters. You grinned wildly at him, the joys you had felt was unspeakable. Did you see that? You wanted to ask him. Of course he did. He was there. He couldn’t understand why you were so happy to see it though. You haven’t been able to leave the confinements of your room in years, the sight of a seal had been enough to excite you. Of course it did.

The prince did not understand why you seemed to be so alive above the seas, but he needed you to look at him the way you just did for the rest of his life.

Your beauty is alien, not that you’re too different from other women, but the unearthly way you carry yourself with had sparked a hunger within him that he never realized was there to begin with. An emptiness he had been content with ignoring before, but now he’s sure there could be no other way to put it off but to satiate it. "Have you seen a seal before?" He inquires, in which you responded within eager nod. "Adorable aren't they? It's quite rare to catch sight of them this easy." You raised your brows and shrugged.

Could he live the rest of his life with that emptiness, or would he risk another glance on your way and move forward with the sealed fate that would come with it? He meets your gaze, and he realizes then, there was no choices left. His heart and mind have already decided since he first saw you. "You must've lured it here, with your voice." He teases, making you scoff and turn your head away. He would honestly believe that the animal had followed you blindly for your small laughs and whisper talks. For he had too.

♧♣︎♧

The first thing you noticed once the ship reached the dock, was how isolated the Dragonstone castle actually is. You’ve read of the island of the Blackwaters and yet it’s sight still sent shivers down your spine. Somehow the singularity of the castle only made it seem bigger.

“It looks like a scale.” You muttered to yourself. “A dragon scale, most accurately.” The prince quipped at your side. You hadn’t notice that he was still next to you. He spares a grin for you despite his obvious tiredness. making you smile yourself. The two of you follow after the elders and the rest of the tired children down the ship. A mental note to hide your obvious awe of the building was made once you notice the glances sent to you by the others. “Beautiful, Isn’t it?” Daemon asks, twisting his neck to give you a glance as he kept walking. You nod in agreement. It is beautiful. “I hope you’ll make yourself comfortable here, dear.” Rhaenyra adds with a polite smile, that you easily returned with your own. You part from Jacaerys’ side hesitantly, pretending not to see him watching you take your leave and move towardsRhaena as she helps you to an empty chamber near hers.

“I know it seems quite lonely here, but there’s quite a lot we can still do.” She exclaims positively. “You told me that you liked to read before?” You nodded. “Well, our library is huge, larger than grandsire’s I’d say actually. Father likes to read as well, he’s much more studious than he looks like.” She explains with a grin. You raised a brow as if to ask, what’s more?

“Welll…” She dragged, tilting her head up as she tries to think of something. “Ah! Chess, it’s a board game we often play in the library, I could teach you later” She says surely. “The boys like to practice their sword fighting outside in the morning, It’s quite fun to pick a side and turn it into a fight.” You frowned in distaste. Humans had weird humor and taste in enjoyment. You lift your head to see around the stunning place. Were the walls made of real Valyrian stones? At least that was what you’ve heard.

The room you were given was bigger than expected. The walls were covered in pale colored florals and the bed seems untouched. You liked it. Though you wouldn’t admit, that the lengthy space was making you feel small, and though it’s too late now, you were starting to miss the comforting and secure feeling of your smaller room back in Driftmark. You notice the windows and leave your clothes to be fixed upon by servants called by Rhaena. Thing but long curtains were all that covered the empty square inside the walls by your bedside. Pulling aside the curtains, a fleeting sense of joy filled you when you saw how you’ve gotten a direct view of the sea. The water here seemed vastly different to the ones at home. They seemed more blue, and it circled around the castle too. If you hadn’t already gotten used to loneliness, the way this castle was caged would’ve scared you. “Are you alright?” Rhaena asks after the servants have left, fluffing out your pillow. You walk over to her with a smile as an answer. Her eyes were already red from tiredness, and the way she hunched told you that she needed a good sleep to go with after a bath. “If you need anything, you can call for the guards and servants. I’m also very near, so you can come to me too.” She briefed quickly.

The two of you exchanged cheek kisses before she leaves to her chambers, and you to your newfound freedom. You make haste to your warm bath that was prepared earlier. The warm water soothed the straining ache in your fingers when you dipped them in. The way you had gripped the edge of the ship, it wasn’t surprising to you that they hurt. You climb inside the tub after ridding yourself of your dirty clothes, letting it envelope your body. As your back finally hit the end of the tub and your feet on the opposite, you start to wonder when exactly had water began feeling so foreign to you. You were the ocean’s child, but has the distance you’ve been keeping from it, made you less of the sea? You remembered the night you went for a swim, risking your own identity when Jace had found you. Would you ever get the chance to be who you really are after this?

It seemed not, unless you’re willing to take the risk of losing everything.

You rinsed yourself off after 15 minutes of soaking in the water. Dressed up for bed, you didn’t feel like sleeping yet, so, you put on your frilly socks before opening your doors. The distant guarding men neither looked nor said anything to you as you kept walking as if you knew the way. You saw the staircase you assumed would lead to Rhaenyra and Daemon’s room. If he’s so keen of the library, then it must be placed close to him.

So you climbed up the large and lavish steps until you reached the top. Large sets of doors with a guard by it was by your right, most proabably their chambers. You turn to your left instead.It was a short distance when you reached a room without doors before them. Easily recognised by the fully shelved books in the space, you congratulate yourself before entering the library. Rhaena was right about one thing, it was bigger than the one back home. The smell of old books and melting candlelight fills your nostrils, putting you both at ease and in excitement. You look through every rack in one glance, recognizing some of the titles and picking up some that you haven’t. It was one of the first glorious finds in your freedom and it was delightful. You inspect a beautiful but oddly covered book entitled ‘Frogkisser’. It seemed to be a children’s book, though you wondered how true does the tale of princesses kissing frog to turn them into princes are.

Considering these same human have also thought selkies as a myth too.

Rising up from your crouching position after pushing the book back into it’s place, you let out a loud yelp your steps on something stiff. An answering ‘ouch’ told all that you needed to know. “Will you stop stalking me!” You whisper-yelled against your own refusal. His eyes widen and a scoff leaves him offendedly. “I’m not!” He’s standing awkwardly before you, hair mussed up and eyes droopy. Like a little fluffy dog. You gave him a pointed look and sighed. “Why are you here then?” He goes quiet. “Look, it’s late. Perhaps we can do a postmortem tomorrow? I’ll leave to my chambers.” You decided. “I’ll walk you.” He confidently says before catching up to you side.

You won’t tell it to his face, but you were almost glad that he was awake, and that he came to look for you. Being alone was what you made yourself get use to, for the sake of survival. That didn’t mean you had liked it.  You don’t ask him why he was looking for you, and he doesn’t ask you why you can’t sleep. “Are you always this clingy?” You inquire. He shares a tired smile with you before answering; “Only with those I’ve come to admire.” A laugh strings out of your throat. Jacaerys beams. “Do you use that with every girl you meet?”

The distance to your room felt shorter than it did minutes ago as the both of you reach the doors.  His hand brushes over yours. A short flicker you wished you didn’t feel, because now that’ll be all you think of until you fall asleep. “No. just you.” He responds softly. You feel yourself avoiding his attached gaze. At first it was anticipation, and intensity that burned by your chest. But one look at him, you’re reminded of his betrothal towards Baela, and your anticipation was replaced with shame. And what is he doing to himself too? Saying things and doing things he ought not to. “Be careful, squid hands. You should not place them where they don’t belong and your tongue where they are forbidden to speak of.” He is unfazed by your words, gaze dizzy as it remains on you. “I like you with your hair down.” He says suddenly. ‘Excuse me?”

“They look like a mess of waves, even in their neatest form. You are beautiful.”  He had left you speechless. You were confused and mute, staring at him like he’s the craziest man on earth. “Perhaps you need to sleep.” You decided. “Yes, I do. I wish to take you on a tour of this castle tomorrow, so you better get some rest yourself.” He makes sure to cut you off before you could speak by turning around and walking away immediately.

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Hostage Situation | Spencer Reid x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: Spencer is protective over his team, especially you and when a rookie officer decides to test his the water with you, Spencer steps in.  

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Spencer’s self doubt and self consciousness rose as he saw you’d caught the eye of who he’d say was a particular handsome specimen and was what your type had been in the past. The man was tall, broad shoulders and by the looks of how tight his uniform shirt was, he was rather fit. He was leaned against his desk chewing a piece of gum and a small note pad in his hand, ready to hear the profile you would soon deliver.

This man was the complete opposite of Spencer. Spencer glanced at his tie, running it through his fingers. Seriously Spencer? a tie? He asks himself. He mentally criticizes his wardrobe choice as the rest of the team takes their place, you taking your usual spot by his side. 

He watched as the talk dark and handsome officer whispered something to his partner, smirking at you and his partner nodded in agreement. Spencer clears his throat and slips his hands in his pocket as his thoughts swirl. He didn’t deserve someone like you. 

As you begin to give the profile to the officers, some nod, listening intently and take notes. You make it only half way before the officer speaks up, raising his hand, “I’m sorry, can you repeat what you said we should look for?” 

You give your team the side eye, “Yeah so you all-” 

“I was a bit distracted by how beautiful your voice is.” 

Spencer could tell by the look on your face, you weren’t impressed, but more annoyed than anything and growing impatient at the time even wasted on this short conversation. This was a time sensitive case and you had no time to deal with officers on their high horse. 

“This is a time sensitive case and we have been asked by your chief to help and she has given us full reign. Including over her officers. So, I’m more than capable of kicking you off this case if you decide being a bloke is more important than the 5 year old girl missing.” 

A surge of pride rolled through him. That. That was the woman he’d fallen for. You wouldn’t take any shit from anyone. You stood your ground tall and strong, even if the other side towered over you by feet. The feelings of self doubt slide off him like water over plastic. This wasn’t the type of guy you were into anymore.

He and the rest of the team had to hide their laughs with a cough. Some of the other officers let out a chuckle. Spencer cleared his throat, a smile on his lips, which he tried to cover with his fingers. 

The guy blushed a deep shade of red, full of embarrassment. He wasn’t one to be shown up; especially by a young woman. 

“Right, well, like she said, everyone has their jobs.” Rossi steps in and soon the place clears out. 

~ 

It had been a long day. The leads you all had been following were dead ends and at the moment, you were lost. No idea where to begin the search. You take a deep breath and lean against the break room counter. You and your team were exhausted and the time to save the little girl was running out. 24 hours is the usual cut off and if you haven’t found her by then, the odds decline tremendously. 

“You good?” 

You glance up to see Spencer approaching you. “Yeah,” You sighed, “Just tired.” 

“Coffee?” he motions to the coffee maker, “I’ll make some fresh.” 

You nod, “I think we’re going to need it.” You turn around and lean against your elbows, your forehead resting in your hands, “We’re running out of time.” 

“Garcia’s working on a lead now-” Before Spencer could even finish his sentence, Rossi called in everyone. There was a break in the case and a new solid lead to follow. 

“sorry about the coffee.” Spencer apologizes as he follows you out of the break room. 

“Make it up to me later?” You tease, “Maybe you could buy me a cup of coffee after this case was over?” You suggest, “I really like-”

“Brooklyn on Main, iced caramel latte. extra caramel” Spencer finishes with a small grin. He knew your order by heart. 

You nod, impressed with a small smile on your face as you enter the SUV.

When you and the team arrive at the old building, the officers are standing by, ready for the instructions. 

You and the rest of the team tighten your vests in place and instruct the officers to stay behind you and the team. They are to follow strict orders and do things your way or else it could end in disaster. 

The rookie cop was the first to speak up against the orders, “Why can’t we storm the place? Surround it, shoot the guy and save the girl.” 

“We have no confirmation the girl is even in there with him. She could be at a secondary location and killing him could put her in danger. We wouldn’t have any idea where she could be.” JJ tell him. 

You can see on his face he doesn’t approve of the orders, “He’s to be taken in a live. Everyone understand?” 

The officers agree and begin following you and your team inside. That’s when everything went wrong. There was gun fire everywhere. There was more than one person like expected and soon bullets were flying from every angle. 

Trying to escape the rookie cop trampled you, sending you flying into a room where the bullets were then aimed at you. You’d hit your head in the fall and couldn’t ground yourself as the world spun. Before you could react, someone had grabbed your foot and was dragging you across the cement floor. 

When your eyes finally adjust, standing above you is two men with very large guns aimed at you. You were in deep deep trouble. 

~ 

Spencer had seen the whole thing go down and before he could get to you, the team grabbed him and retreated out of the house, outnumbered and unprepared. “Stop! Stop! Y/n’s still in there!” He tried to protest but the ones that grabbed him had won. 

“Where is agent y/n?” Rossi asks, looking back toward the building and at Spencer. 

Spencer fills with anger and rage as he sees the Rookie cop, the one who had pushed you into the line of fire. “What the hell is wrong with you!” He stormed the man, grabbing him by his vest and throwing him against the nearby van, “You threw her into the line of fire!” 

“What? Dude are you crazy, let me go!” 

“She could be dead because of you!” Spencer yells. Rossi and JJ grab Spencer, “Spence calm down!” 

“You’re psycho man! She was shot!” The rookie tries to defend himself with a lie, “I saw her go down!” 

“no. she wasn’t, you pushed her to get out of the way, I saw it happen.” Rossi practically drags Spencer away, “Spencer, talk to us, what happened?” 

“The coward pushed her to get out of the way so he could get out of there, but he pushed her right into the line of fire. Into the room where they were” Spencer tells Rossi and JJ, and now Emily who has just approached. 

“He said she was shot, she went down.” Rossi says.

“No, Rossi. I watched it happen with my own eyes.” 

Rossi knows you’re a great agent and knows Spencer wouldn’t lie. If Spencer saw it happen, then it happened. And that’s one of his agents in there. No agent would be left behind. “Damn it.” Rossi looks to the building, knowing the situation they are now in. 

Emily catches on as well, “We now have a hostage situation.” 

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Updated Danganronpa Headcanons

Made a post with these a while ago but I reorganized them and added more, so I figured I’d just repost them

Under the cut because there’s a lot

General Headcanons:

1. Maki has several bird feeders, squirrel feeders, and just other foods left outside for animals. She refills these everyday

2. Himiko has dwarfism

3. Tenko loves wearing pride stuff, like shirts and bows and bracelets and stuff

4. Angie was born on Rota (one of the Northern Mariana Islands), specifically in Songsong (the second largest village on Rota).

5. Miu bleached her hair

6. Miu loves watching cartoons

7. When Miu was a kid she was super hyperactive

8. Miu used to get so many little injuries and she never knew where they came from, she was always covered in bruises and bandaids

9. Miu used slurs because she didn’t know the meaning behind them, she assumed it was just another name for a group of people (she got corrected and is now working on it)

10. When Miu was younger she always wrote her name “Mew” because she liked Pokémon and loved the fact she sorta shared a name with one

11. When Kiyo thinks that someone “would be a good friend for sister”, he really means that he likes them and he thinks they would get along if he didn’t feel like he was cheating on his sister

12. Kiyo’s sister was more traditional, Kiyo almost always had traditional Japanese meals that she home made and was taught to dress conservatively, which was only enabled by his cooler body temperature bc illness

13. Kiyo really likes spaghetti but he is also a big fan of dry cheerios

14. Angie wishes her name was Angelica

15. Ryoma has the “Hang In There” poster

16. Kiyo wears anything as long as he’s covered, gender roles don’t phase him, only gendered terms (tis an unfortunate existence)

17. Kokichi knows morse code

18. Kaito and Shuichi have a “secret” handshake (it’s pretty simple and Kaito wants to use it everywhere), Maki refuses to join in on it

19. Hiro got the scar on his back from playing with raccoons when he was younger, he got along with most of them but sometimes they would attack him and he would cry because his friends hurt him

20. Hiro is Blasian, mom is from Japan and dad is African American

21. Tenko and Kiyo drive each other to therapy

22. Kiyo, Mikan, Toko, Mukuro, and Nagito all went to an inpatient together and had group therapy, they’re like a weird little family now

23. In this therapy family, Kiyo and Mukuro act most like siblings towards each other, Nagito is a very protective big brother, Mikan constantly fawns over the rest of them, and Toko likes to pretend they don’t exist because “they embarrass her”

24. Kyoko has a “Quote of the Day” book

25. Miu’s gaydar is absolute dogshit, she thought Rantaro was a straight man for a while

26. Maki loves accessories, but she is very embarrassed about it so she tries not to draw to much attention to it

27. She likes hair pins, bracelets, earrings, necklaces, rings, broaches, fancy hairties, scrunchies, fancy shoelaces, anklets, all that stuff

28. Most of her stuff is simple and silver, but she’s definitely gotten presents from the more observant people like Kaede, Kirumi, Rantaro, Ryoma, and even a ring from Kokichi (it’s a thin black and white striped band, but it was a peace offering from him so she wears it quite a bit)

29. Miu is scared of needles

30. Kiyo and Angie are best friends, it used to be just because Kiyo was fascinated by Angie but they ended up getting along very well

31. Chihiro knows tons of memes and is very into meme culture

32. Mondo used to go to plays and musicals with Daiya (they snuck in) and he is a very good actor because of post performance meetings

33. Mahiru loves taking photos of her friends

34. Izuru loves blankets and soft things

35. Kaito is scared of the dark and he has a bunch of glow in the dark stars and moons on his ceiling, he also has a bunch of stuffies (a lot of which have astronauts suits or other space things)

36. Ibuki has several younger siblings

37. Kokichi is an orphan and was at the same orphanage as Maki, they just never interacted much

38. Kokichi and Miu are friends, they just don’t seem like it to most people

39. No one from V3 kills bugs, they get Gonta to gently remove them from the premise (and sometimes he keeps them in his room)

40. Hiro has the self-assigned role of dad in their his friend group, he does cringey things like leaves messages in their lunch and talks as if he was like 20 years older than he is

41. Mikan’s stutter is from nervousness, but Toko’s is a real stutter

42. Fuyu is lactose intolerant which is why he hates milk, Peko never has anything with lactose in it because Fuyu can’t

43. This is actually why Peko got sick in chapter 1, she didn’t realize the food she ate had cheese in it and she was so not used to it so it made her stomach upset

44. Gundham isn’t vegan, but he is a vegetarian who pays very close attention to where he gets his food from. This is because he knows that many animals that have become live stock can suffer more if not used the way humans have bred them to. Also he knows that humans are omnivores and the circle of life just works like that.

45. Kyoko paints in her free time

46. Hifumi was bullied in school because of his looks which is why he got so into fandoms and fiction

47. Makoto and Komaru are impulsive huggers, Toko has been the most affected by this

48. Mahiru has a pet bird, maybe a duck or a chicken

49. Mahiru definitely goes to Gundham’s house with her bird

50. Kyoko is the rep for class 78, Chiaki is the rep for class 77, and Kirumi is the rep for class 80; much to Kyoko and Kirumi's displeasure, everyone just calls them the class mom

51. Yasuhiro is a vegan

52. Mukuro and the chicken are best friends

53. After Mikan gets a lot of therapy, she learns that her bullies actually caused her many permanent issues, such as slight deafness in her left ear, visual impairments, chronic back pain, and thousands of scars that didn’t get healed correctly (some of which were infected)

54. Celeste has a whip collection

55. Kokichi is a sugar addict

56. Hiyoko has like 6 cats, Mikan is heavily allergic to cats, Hiyoko loves when Mikan comes over because of this. Mahiru, not so much

57. Rantaro took in Shuichi as his little brother

58. Ahoges are meant to express emotions

59. During the tragedy Izuru saw the ROD as his children and took care of them (kinda-)

60. Kokichi’s whole personality was a lie in V3 and I’ll give my specifics for his real one. He’s caring to his friends and he’s very protective over his “family” (D.I.C.E.) he is very manipulative but he normally doesn’t use it for truly bad things, normally just pranks. He has trouble differentiating between reality and fantasy so he tends to be apathetic towards death. He’s super touch starved like he clings to people constantly. Also he lies less.

61. Kokichi got Kaito a fake plant as a prank once but he saw how happy Kaito was so he didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth, Kaito didn’t find out until Maki said something about it

62. Angie makes sculptures of her friends to bless them and to keep her company when she’s lonely

63. The WOH were informally adopted by Toko, Komaru, and Genocider

64. Yasuhiro has a candle collection

65. Izuru likes flowers, Kotoko would make him flower crown’s

66. Makoto has a bracelet with a 4 leaf clover in it that he wears for assessments and meetings for good luck

67. Hiro forces the THH survivors gang to do his daily prayers with him

68. Sonia and Gundham visit King and Queen Nevermind monthly and King Nevermind loves the Dark Devas of Destruction

69. Kaito is a feminist

70. Chihiro and Chiaki are siblings

71. Sometimes Chihiro helps Chiaki program mods for the video games she likes and it’s a fun sibling bonding experience

72. Tenko has done some serious work to get over her misandrist beliefs

73. Gundham, Sonia, Ryoma, and Peko all help at and make constant donations to many animal shelters

74. Classes 77 and 78 all went to Kotoko’s first performance after she felt comfortable enough to try out, this made her feel much less anxious

75. Same thing with all of the WOH, Jataro’s first diorama showcase and Masaru’s first game

76. Nagisa and Monaca don't really have any events they go to

77. Celeste has a music box that she uses to calm down

78. Ibuki and Ultimp are often questioned about whether they are dating or not and have to constantly say no

79. Sometimes class 77 holds big uno tournaments and Nagito or Chiaki always win and Fuyuhiko always flips the table

80. This actually reminds quite a few people that despite the fact Fuyu is small and looks cute he is extremely strong

81. Ibuki has heterochromia, her right eye is the pink we see in the game and her left eye is the blue of her hair streaks

82. Tsumugi will often copy sprite poses from the DR1 characters without realizing it

83. Souda and Miu and siblings, we know that their father wasn’t great but (I think) their mother wasn’t mentioned, so I’m using her as the explanation for all their sexual and romantic…creepiness?

84. Kiyo has the same disease as his sister but just a less intense form, he has a bad immune system and is very unfit

85. Mahiru takes lots of photos of Hiyoko dancing

86. Shuichi is sometimes a mannequin for Tsumugi (most often against his will)

87. Izuru would often stay with Nagito and the WOH

88. Rantaro goes to all of Kiyo and Angie’s meetings/outings/rituals to make sure it doesn’t get too out of hand

89. DR1 was Tsumugi’s favorite season without question

90. Genocider uses her hands a lot when talking, she also likes to play (literally) with her hair when she’s bored

91. Hiyoko loves playing ddr

92. Mahiru loves watermelons

93. Chihiro smells likes oranges because of a perfume he has been using for year’s

94. In the tragedy world, Class 77 all does something special for Chiaki as a memorial

95. Sonia loves strawberry milk

96. Mikan’s favorite animal is a bunny

97. Hifumi used to have a body shape more akin to Princess Piggles, but after years of using food as a coping mechanism and also it being a cheap way to sustain himself, he gained extra weight

98. Hifumi was very happy to see a strong character with his body type when he was younger, which is why he loves Princess Piggles so much (idk if this is canon or not but I figured I’d say it here just in case)

99. Sonia and Ibuki like to mess around with different clothing aesthetics

100. Rantaro brings Kiyo on trips and vice versa and they use it as an escape from the stress of life

101. Kiyo loves all of Rantaro’s sisters in a familial way and they really helped him gain a positive female influence

102. After Kiyo got out of the inpatient he used things he learned to help Rantaro with his depression since Rantaro doesn’t wanna go to therapy

103. Rantaro often helps Kiyo with feeling masculine

104. Komaru got glowing jewelry for her and Toko on their first date so then Toko can be less scared of the dark, Toko hates the jewelry but wears it because she loves Komaru (she tells her it’s just because of the dark tho)

105. Rantaro listens to Kiyo info dump for hours and pays very close attention, sometimes they'll even add some info that they've learned

106. Rantaro got Kiyo into the mental hospital and checked on him daily until he was let out

107. Shuichi finds mysteries kind of boring but likes romances, he’s very embarrassed about this but Kokichi teases him relentlessly

108. Maki got Shuichi and Kaito necklaces with a sun (for Kaito) and a moon (for Shuichi) for their anniversary

109. Kokichi is hardly ever not on Gonta, piggyback rides, sitting on his shoulder, swinging from his arm (he's worried Kokichi will fall off), etc.

110. Ryota and Imposter help each other with their eating disorders

111. Chiaki and Mikan take scheduled naps together

112. Tenko once threw like 20 people when she lost Himiko in a crowd

Nuerodivergent Headcanons:

1. Ibuki has ADHD, she needs stimulation mostly with her mouth, fingers, and hearing

2. Kiyo has autism

3. Genocider developed as a defensive alter, she loves Toko (in her own weird way) and pretends to hate her so Toko doesn’t get embarrassed or bullied

4. When Mikan gets depressive she braids her hair

5. Kokichi stims with arm flaps and jumping

6. Ibuki stims with hand flaps, spins, and tapping her arm/leg like she’s playing a keyboard

7. Kaito stims by hitting his fists or wrists together

8. When Akane gets bored in class she draws food on her body with a sharpie, this causes her to get scars and ink poisoning so Mikan sees her a lot

9. Miu has ADHD, hence her grotesque language (impulsivity) and her sensitivity to insults (RSD)

10. Kiyo fidgets with his necklace, which is why it’s there in the first place

11. Izuru gets overstimulated easily

12. Aoi stims by balling up her fists and twisting her wrists

13. Nagito stims with rocking

14. Nagito likes when people play with his hair or give him head pats

15. Akane has ADHD

16. Nagito has dermatillomania

17. Although Kaz is neurotypical, he only ever really spent time with Miu so he tends to miss some common social cues

18. Kiyo has one strand of curly hair bc he twirls it to stim when he’s focusing

19. Junko has DID, it was mostly repressed for all her life but during the tragedy she kinda let it out, however they’re all still developing and she’s still semi-convinced it’s because she gets bored of her personality

20. Taka has autism

21. Gundham has autism

22. Chiaki has narcolepsy

23. Along with everything else, Nagito has ASPD (anti-social personality disorder)

24. Kaito has ADHD

25. Shuichi has clinical anxiety

26. Kokichi has clinical depression

27. Tenko has (undiagnosed (“let us just send her to hit things, surely that will fix it)) ADHD

28. Rantaro has depression that was developed while trying to search for his sisters

29. Munakata has narcissistic personality disorder

30. Natsumi has ADHD that she’s been masking to try and be a better kid for her parents and brother (she doesn’t know that her brother doesn’t care)

31. She also has an inferiority complex, who would've thunk

32. Ryoma has depression, and he gets like 5 therapy cats, their named Chloe, Naru, Venus, Gangly, and Jo

33. Tsumugi has frequent identity crises

34. Gonta was diagnosed with autism at first but it was eventually shown that he simply didn’t know because he didn’t grow up with humans

35. Gonta does however have insomnia and when he wakes up from sleeping he will go play in the garden

36. Ultimp has binge eating disorder

Sexuality and Gender Headcanons:

1. Shuchi is trans ftm, he has a very big bust so he wears two binders (Maki found out and he got a lecture from Kirumi about safety), he’s on T but his ahoge is still slim; he’s bisexual with a preference for men

2. Hajime is trans ftm, in the world with the trajedy he got top surgery (without knowing) from Izuru, in the world where normal things happen he still gets top sugary but in a normal way, he takes T; he is pansexual

3. After Kiyo got over his sister and had some self discovery he realized that he was a raging homosexual; he uses strictly he/him pronouns

4. Izuru and Kiibo are enby buddies (they both use they/him pronouns)

5. Angie is aroace (“The only one I love is Atua!”)

6. Makoto is trans ftm with no surgery or a binder, but he takes T; Makoto is demisexual, he is panromantic but is only sexually attracted to the female genitalia, not the male genitalia

7. Byakuya is grayaroace and is gay; he had a time where he thought he was trans but he found he wasn’t, he used she/her and went by Polaris

8. Aoi is a lesbian

9. Toko is sexually attracted to both men and women but is only romantically attracted to women

10. Kyoko is a demigirl with she/her pronouns; she’s bisexual leaning towards men

11. Kazuichi is gay with internalized homophobia

12. Chihiro is asexual, biromantic with a preference for girls; he’s genderfluid but prefers he/him and masculine compliments, he still cross dresses though and this doesn’t make him uncomfortable

13. Taka is demisexual and gay

14. Akane is an ace bisexual with a preference for men, she’s also sex repulsed but represses it because she’s Akane

15. Celeste (the persona) is a lesbian, however Taeko is an ace bisexual

16. Fuyuhiko is a demiaroace pan, but he still thinks he’s straight

17. Gonta is panromantic and is asexual

18. Gundham is a pan demiboy who uses he/him/they/them/xe/xes/dark/darks; all of their dark devas use god/gods pronouns (also they/them if someone doesn't want to use neopronouns)

19. Hifumi is asexual and omniromantic with a preference for women

20. Hiyoko is a demiaroace lesbian

21. Himiko is a demisexual lesbian

22. Ibuki is Pansexual, asexual, and a demigirl who uses she/her/boing/boings/it/its

23. Kiibo is genderfluid and pansexual, at first he thinks he’s asexual but that’s just from lack of programming and when Miu gives him the ability to have these desires he says yes (Miu didn’t force him istg)

24. Kaede is bi with a preference for women, she used to think she was lesbian; I am in a constant state of flux with Kaede's gender

25. Kaito is trans with no surgery but he wears a binder sometimes, he also takes T, he is very insecure about his masculinity; he’s demiromantic and gay (the latter caused him more insecurity because "maybe he was just a normal girl")

26. Kirumi is aroace, she’s sex repulsed

27. Kokichi is demiaroace and gay

28. Komaru is a lesbian

29. Korekiyo is gay and uses only he/him, she/her makes him very uncomfortable

30. Leon is bi but thinks he’s straight, he just has a preference for women

31. Nagito is gay

32. Mahiru is lesbian

33. Maki is a demiaroace pan

34. Mikan is an asexual lesbian, also very sex repulsed after therapy

35. Miu is pan

36. Mondo is gay

37. Mukuro is lesbian and trans mtf, uses only she/her

38. Nekomaru is straight and is a demiboy, uses he/him/they/them

39. Peko is demiaroace, pan, and a demigirl, uses she/her/it/it’s before therapy and she/her/they/them after therapy, she takes E bc she was AMAB

40. Rantaro is demiromantic and pan; he’s also genderfluid using any pronouns

41. Ryoma is demiaroace and straight

42. Sakura is an asexual lesbian; she’s mtf using only she/her pronouns, she is very secretive about being trans due to insecurity

43. Sayaka is lesbian

44. Sonia is pan and genderqueer, uses she/her/void/voids and picked up dark/darks from Gundham

45. Tenko is lesbian

46. Teruteru is pan, asexual, and trans ftm (I feel he’s asexual because he pretends to be super horny to feel like a valid man because #negativemaleinfluence)

47. Genocider is the same as Toko; she heavily encourages use of she/her pronouns and the name Jill

48. Tsumugi is cishet

49. Ultimp is asexual, pan, and agender, uses they/them if ever out of costume

50. Yasuhiro is Aroace

51. Chiaki is a pan demigirl who uses she/her/they/them and her online persona uses they/them

Marks and Piercings Headcanons:

1. Aoi has stretch marks on her boobs and hips

2. Chihiro has a birthmark on his right bicep, it’s a strawberry

3. Sayaka has a on her right cheek, a mole on her left collar bone, and amole on her left wrist (near her thumb)

4. Akane has stretch marks on her thighs, hips, boobs, and waist

5. Chiaki has stretch marks on her stomach and thighs

6. Gundham has scars, bite marks, and scratches on his left arm

7. Hiyoko has a on her right foot (near her ankle), after her growth spurt she has stretch marks on her waist, boobs, and thighs

8. Mahiru has freckles all over her body, most prominently on her shoulders, her face, her thighs, and her butt

9. Mikan has bruises, scars, and burn marks all over her body, most prominently on her left arm and right leg

10. Peko has scars on her arms and sides

11. Angie has two birthmarks, one in between her boobs and one on the back of her right thigh

12. Kaede has stretch marks on her stomach

13. Kaito has freckles on his face and arms

14. Kirumi has moles on her left cheeks

15. Kokichi has 3 scars on his mouth, all from when he tried to eat metal things when he was a child, one on his left side is the most prominent because it got infected

16. Maki has scars on her lower legs, knees, elbows, and forearms from crawling over jagged and rocky surfaces

17. Miu has stretch marks on her boobs and thighs, also a scar on her right palm from a workshop accident

18. Chihiro wears earrings on and off, he has a few Chiaki made for him, his favorite is the one that says “Hi” in binary

19. Toko/Genocider have their ears pierced but never wear earrings, miraculously, the holes haven’t closed

20. Junko wears Monokuma earrings when she doesn’t have her pins

21. Kyoko tried getting her ears pierced at the recommendation of Celeste, but she never wore them and they closed up pretty quickly

22. Leon wanted a Jacob’s ladder, but he got one piercing done that hurt like hell so he’s never getting another

23. Makoto’s parents had his ears pierced when he was a baby so he does have holes, he never wears earrings though (dysphoria)

24. Junko insisted Mukuro got her ears pierced but afterwords they constantly got infected (because neither of them knew how to clean them) so she has small scars on her earlobes

25. Sayaka has her ears pierced

26. Ibuki has bellybutton piercings, like a ton of eyebrow piercings, her nipples are pierced, I don’t know how genital piercings work but she most certainly has some, honestly the only thing that isn’t pierced is her tongue and that’s just because of sensory stuff

27. Kazuichi has a tongue piercing

28. Mahiru has her ears pierced

29. Sonia got her nose pierced, normally she wears a gemstone there but on special occasions she has a pearl she will wear instead

30. Komaru has her ears pierced

31. Kotoko had her ears pierced since she was a baby but only ever wears them for special occasions, she was in charge of maintaining her piercings for a while and they got terribly infected, her home room teacher had to send her to the nurse

32. Angie has her nose pierced on either side and also in the center

33. Himiko self pierced her ears and it actually went very well, but she never wore earrings so they closed up

34. Kaede has her ears pierced

35. Kaito has his ears pierced

36. Kokichi has a nose ring on his left nostril

37. Kaede took Maki to get her ears pierced one day and, though she doesn’t like to admit it

38. Rantaro, unlike Leon, has a complete Jacob’s ladder, he also has his nipples pierced

39. Shuichi has his ears pierced and has snakebites

40. Tenko has her ears pierced

41. Tsumugi has her ears pierced

Language Headcanons:

1. Everyone speaks Japanese as their first language, it’s only translated into English for the games not everyone can actually speak it

2. Kiyo however is fluent in English and also Latin, he also picks up phrases from any of the languages the others speak (important: Kiyo learned English from a British person so he speaks English with a slight British accent)

3. Kaito is fluent in English and is also learning Morse code (he asks Kokichi for tips)

4. Maki knows sign language

5. Byakuya can read most European languages but can’t speak any of them

6. Taeko is teaching herself English

7. Chihiro is oddly enough very good at writing in binary, he doesn’t know how he picked it up (It’s from when he was really young and his dad would teach him binary for fun!)

8. Hifumi can read and write English

9. Taka takes English, French, Spanish, Latin, and knows a teensy bit of sign language

10. Leon is fluent in English (specifically the American kind, aka he has an American accent)

11. Mukuro is fluent in English and is also pretty good at Morse code

12. Sayaka knows a bunch of phrases in Spanish and English

13. Gundham knows a bit of Latin, but he only ever uses it to be extra never to actually attempt communication

14. Mahiru knows a bit of English that her mom taught her

15. Nekomaru is fluent in English

16. Not a headcanon but a reminder that Sonia knows 30 languages

17. Teruteru is learning French

18. Imposter is learning English

19. Izuru is fluent in every language because he’s Izuru

20. Monaca knows a decent amount of English

21. Nagisa is taking English

22. Angie’s first language is actually English but she is also mostly fluent in Japanese

23. Gonta tried to learn English at one point but languages are hard for him so he quit

24. Kiibo has 3 language modes, Japanese, English, and Spanish

25. Kirumi is fluent in English

26. Miu knows a bit of sign language because she didn’t speak until a bit later in her childhood

27. Rantaro is fluent in English

#danganronpa #drv3 #thh #udg #sdr2 #korekiyo shinguji #kokichi ouma #miu iruma #tenko chabashira #tokomaru #toko fukawa #komaru naegi #saimota #shuichi saihara #kaito momota #ibuki mioda #mikan tsumiki #rantaro amami #maki harukawa #izuru kamukura #chiaki namani #angie yonaga #mahiru koizumi #nagito komaeda #gundham tanaka #chihiro fujisaki #kiibo #sonia nevermind #yasuhiro hagakure #kirumi tojo

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How/how often do you think the companions bathe themselves?

Assuming they have access to frequent washing...

Cait; Hardly ever. She's not in the habit of it and doesn't notice when she's dirty. Lacks a noticeable body odor, however, so Piper doesn't push her too much...will take quick showers, rarely remembers to use soap. Maybe washes a few times in a handful of months.

Curie; As often as she can! Like, once or twice a day if possible. Loves long baths with candles and music. Buys nice smelling oils for it. Really wants a public pool in Sanctuary. Curie just loves water, man. She's like a duck. Loves splashing. Meticulous about her nails.

Danse; Would prefer to not waste time and water but unfortunately, he is a mechanic. He gets covered in grease, dirt, and sweat. And he fucking smells like it. Probably the worst B.O of them all after garage work. Danse has to shower twice a week naturally, and multiple times if he's been in the garage. Otherwise, Piper starts yelling. Takes, like, 5 minutes in the shower. His hair is a sight to behold when wet.

Deacon; Dislikes being naked, has a big fear of being caught off guard while naked. So, his showers are quick, bare-bones, and infrequent. Though, really likes rubber ducks. He prefers women's shampoo, just think it smells better than whatever "Glacier Pride" is. It just smells like soap, what's the point? Well, Deacon, whats the point of shampoo when you're bald?

Gage; Bad B.O, refuses to bathe. No. Suffer.

Hancock; Also reeks. Ghoul, for one. Smoker and chem user, for two. Goodneighbor local for three. Wearing old as balls clothing for four. He doesn't sweat, and lacks B.O, but he doesn't wash much. Maybe once a month, if that. Piper lures him into baths with a trail of mentat pills. Will just sit for a few minutes while eating the pills he collected, then gets out.

MacCready; You know he smells bad. He's always partially...damp. Has oily skin. Dust clings to MacCready like plaster. Doesn't help that he prefers dust baths. Piper fucking hates this. Has tried paying him to bathe normally. MacCready takes a shower maybe twice a month, just so she doesn't kill him in his sleep. Scrubs with a wiry sponge.

Nick; Poor sense of smell, so doesn't notice when his clothes are covered in a variety of body fluids. This upsets everyone. Even Danse has turned green at a Nick fresh from a Mutant Hive. Those trench coats, man. They really marinate the aromas. Does his laundry whenever he notices people not breathing in his presence.

Piper; Intolerant of these good, civilized people having the hygiene of raiders. Very sensitive to smell, hates her hair deflating with sweat, dirt, and oil, can't think if she's sweaty. Needs to shower often, multiple times a week. Gifts bathing products in hopes it will entice these dirtbags into hygiene. Horrified at Hancock, constantly. Scrubs her skin clean until its red.

Preston; Used to wash in the river, stopped when that became their water supply. That'd be kind of gross. Once Sanctuary is properly set up, takes baths with a good book and a drink to relax. Washes often, quickly. When he can't, uses cologne or perfume to hide from Piper. Uses moisturizer and facewash, prone to acne. Very particular about his shampoos, allergic to a lot of the pre-war ones.

X6-88; The only companion who prefers cold showers. He showers as needed, for as long as needed. Has a fondness for weird titled soaps that, realistically, cannot have a scent. "Glacier pride" is a favorite. It smells like soap. Helps Piper bully the others into washing; his senses are enhanced, after all. And Danse really does fucking reek.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #nick valentine #piper wright #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #companions react #hancock #okay look #piper grew in a nice settlement and then lived in dc #so its not unreasonable to me that she'd have some higher standards of living #i promise this is not related to yesterdays piper blood rage