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[loudblonde]

Simon "Ghost" Riley X Male!Reader Mafia AU (Chapter Two) "Eye Contact"

(Y/N) and Ghost talk about the past, present, and potential futures. (Y/N) annoy Ghost out of boredom and maybe a tiny bit of revenge. Meanwhile, both continue on with their awkward dance around each other as they try to navigate their current situation.

+18 Themes, Minors do not interact you will be blocked. Please reblog it means a lot.

Warnings: Panic attack, graphic mentions of violence, mentions/references to child abuse, mention and depiction of a sexual theme (not written out), talk about murder and cleaning up blood, talk about torture and graphic description of torture. Canon typical violence.

Word count: 5657

The sun rose early, sending light through the trees. Dew had settled on grass blades outside the house. A cold chilly air surrounded the place.

(Y/N) sighed as he woke up, always an early riser no matter when he went to bed. He made quick work of stripping off night clothes and getting dressed in something light but still warm. Black casual office wear slacks and a white loose t-shirt hiding his figure within the folds. Overall comfortable.

With socked feet, he carefully walked into the kitchen to see breakfast already made and a note to not wander off, signed by a skull. (Y/N) chuckled at that as he brewed a cup of tea for himself before eating the eggs and toast quickly. “Surprisingly good.” He muttered as he cleaned the kitchen, making it seem as though no one had ever used it.

Once ensuring the cleanliness of the space, (Y/N) grabbed a notebook and settled outside on the patio that overlooked the lakeside.

“Wish you could be here mum.” He said as he began writing in his notebook, everything was heavily encrypted, his mother made sure he knew how to encrypt notes well enough that no one would ever be able to crack it. His personal code was constantly shifting and changing, making sure to always memorise it before straying further, the beginning of this notebook's writing was nothing like the current.

A car pulled up, not that (Y/N) was overly paying attention to it, having filed that car's noise away as safe.

(Y/N) rubbed his shoulder absentmindedly, the memory of that lesson still lingered in his joints. “What are you writing?” A deep raspy voice behind him said. (Y/N) leaned his head back and looked up at the skulled man, his babysitter.

“You are silent. Thank you for the food, it was good.” (Y/N) said.

Ghost’s eyes widened ever so slightly before they returned to normal. “Not a problem, can’t have you dying on my watch.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “No? You ‘fraid dad would skin ya’ for that?” He said.

Ghost chuckled shortly. “I think I would let him, can’t hurt my boss’s kid. So what are you writing? It doesn’t look like any language I know.”

“I described the area, the trees, the smell. Everything. To remember.” He said and handed him the journal. “It’s coded because it’s just for me, so no one can retrace my steps if they get their hands on it.”

Ghost flipped through the pages, (Y/N) leaned back and closed his eyes, feeling the first of many warm rays hit his skin. He doesn’t care if he looks ridiculous. He just wanted to enjoy the bit of sun before undoubtedly being forced inside.

“You drew Gaz sleeping?” Ghost asked. His voice was monotone, not betraying anything.

(Y/N) smiled without opening his eyes. “Yes. He took me here from across the country, slept in the same motel room, sometimes nights are… rough, if you get what I mean. Insomnia is hard to deal with but I manage.”

“Insomnia?” Ghost mused. “Using good code makes my job easier.” Ghost said and placed the book on the table.

(Y/N) opened both eyes and looked up at Ghost, catching his eyes staring into his. (E/C) met those pale blue eyes and for just a moment, neither spoke or took a breath, it was as though the action itself would break the moment.

(Y/N) cleared his throat and sat up, quickly and with practised ease he turned around in his seat before standing up, facing Ghost. “Don’t worry Ghost, I don’t plan on making your life difficult, at least not until I get familiar with the city and the areas we work in, I am not a spoiled brat who isn’t aware I have things to learn and know before gaining freedom, you can rest assured that I will do anything in my might to become a better and stronger leader than my father who is a very good leader.”

Ghost gave a court nod. “I see nothing wrong with you yet, the boss trusts you and that is good enough for me.”

“Good, then we are on the same page, we will spend these 30 days getting to know each other somehow.” (Y/N) said. “We will need it for further business.”

Ghost thought about that before he nodded. “Yes, I bought enough food for two weeks.” Ghost said as he walked into the house, picking up the food along the way.

(Y/N) grabbed his book and followed him in, helping him get everything set away before pausing. “… Ghost, with all due respect… those eggs, were they chicken?”

“… the ones from this morning?” Ghost asked as he placed cans of soup up in the cupboards.

“Yes.” (Y/N) slowly turned to look at Ghost.

Ghost looked at him. “Erm… no. There wasn't anything in the fridge so I made do with what I could find. The veggies were frozen down sometime… I don't know when.”

(Y/N) ran a hand down his face. “Okay, I regret I asked.”

Ghost shrugged and finished putting things away. “I didn’t think you would be squeamish.”

(Y/N) shook his head as he looked away. “I am not but the idea of eating other bird eggs is just weird even if it tasted godly.”

(Y/N) didn’t notice Ghost’s pause at that. “Well we got other eggs now, so you don’t have to worry about that.” Ghost sounded amused.

(Y/N) grunted and looked at him. “Sit as my model for a few hours and I won't ever complain about it again.” It was an empty threat.

Ghost thought about it, he didn’t particularly care and they had nothing else to do while here, so he shrugged. “Mask stays on.”

(Y/N) smiled at that. “I like your mask, I don’t mind it staying on. Sit in the sun, I will grab my supplies.” (Y/N) said as he walked off.

Ghost sat down on a comfortable chair only to see (Y/N) carry a thin rigid bag of supplies with him. He sat it down and opened it to what could be mistaken for torture devices if one glanced over it.

Various knives decorated the tool kit and several sharp pencils were carefully tugged into a closed sleeve, it was clean and cared for, even if it did have some paint splotches.

(Y/N) grabbed a pencil and the paper block before leaning back and began sketching, the whole time Ghost didn’t take his eyes off (Y/N), he just watched in dispassionate fascination. The way he focused entirely on what was ahead of him, fully focused on his whole body on display. Now had Ghost been more in touch with his emotions he may have blushed at the idea of a man such as (Y/N) constantly looking at him, taking in his body and dissecting it as he drew each part of him, but Ghost was not in touch with his emotions, especially any emotions connected to a man he could never ever get into bed. Ghost wasn’t unrealistic. Despite the drawing of Gaz tied up in bed, cock strained and lea- Ghost shook his head, getting rid of the thoughts, they wouldn’t help him in any way.

Ghost sat for an hour before his phone rang, he pulled the phone out of his pocket and took the call. “Soap, better be important.”

“A son!” Soap yelled from the phone line, almost making Ghost vince.

“Yes, I am aware.” Ghost said as monotone as possible.

“He had a whole son who was trained by the fucking Viper and he didn’t tell anyone.” Soap continued ranting. Ghost vaguely remembered the name but didn’t connect it to anything or anyone. “Not only that but he is in the country right now and apparently Gaz of all people knows him well enough to have his phone number.” Ghost let him rant.

“Hm, well I mean he is sitting across from me right now so I don’t see what the big deal is, we do have some issues with the Russians so it makes sense to delay everything for a month.” Ghost said, catching (Y/N)’s attention.

“Damn you for being clever, so is this a good lad or should we be worried?” Soap asked.

“Don’t worry, he is safe.” Ghost said, choosing not to comment on the fact he hadn’t entirely answered the others' question.

“Okay good, you would expect that from his upbringing.” Soap said. Ghost knew the man well so he knew he was scratching his neck.

“Don’t scratch your sore, Johnny.” Ghost said only to be met with a chuckle coming from the other end.

“You know me too well old friend, I need to go deal with someone,” And with that Soap hung up and Ghost slid the phone into the pocket again.

“How did Soap get his name?” (Y/N) asked as he kept drawing.

Ghost smiled under the mask. “Back when Price first found me and him, Price was established but had been betrayed, took us in to train us. We were young, about 15.” Ghost said. “Started way higher than anyone else but we were promising, Johnny or rather Soap is highly competitive so once we were asked to clean up a scene and Johnny got it done so fast and efficient, that he was nicknamed Soap. Price spent two weeks chuckling.”

(Y/N) smiled at that. “That is an actually funny story for a name.”

Ghost hummed. “Do you have an earned name?”

(Y/N) paused and looked at Ghost. “Chip.” He said before going back to his drawing of the man.

“Chip? What kinda name is that?” Ghost asked, a little taken back.

(Y/N) shrugged. “I love anatomy and I am very good at estimating blood loss, so in order to get information I would slowly chip away at someone's flesh, removing bit by bit avoiding major arteries and any place I know they will bleed out from too quickly and let me tell you when people see their arm slowly become only bone and a few major veins, they tend to become quite the chatterboxes. Them or someone they care about, don’t care, both get killed afterwards.”

Ghost whistled impressed. “That sounds brutal but fun to learn, did you ever fuck up?”

“Oh yeah, multiple times but I learned from it, knew what not to do, what information to ask beforehand.” He said as he placed the pencil down. He stood up and walked over to Ghost before showing the man the drawing.

Ghost took the sketch block and glanced over the drawing quickly before his eyes widened. In front of him sat not Ghost the Bodyguard, who had faced trial after trial, been shot at, stabbed and even burnt alive, no there was someone from a faraway land, a man so ethereal and yet dark that Ghost could only recognise his skull mask that had been made into another mask as a skull heated up and warped by the hellfire that surrounded him, from the broken and warped skull mask 2 beautiful and twisted horns grew, twisted in a way that made it look like they were being forced away from growing together, his clothes was dark and torn though looked vaguely like an angels clothes, it was further proven by the burnt wings behind him or rather the bony stumps that were left with charred feathers and flesh still holding onto the wings, perhaps hoping and begging for a chance to get away from everything, to fly again.

“A fallen angel.” Ghost said.

“Yes, but one who has accepted his fate.” (Y/N) said. With one sentence and one drawing Ghost has never felt more raw and exposed, not even the time an enemy attempted to brainwash him and they cut him open, the scars were still raised and hurt more than he could ever describe.

His hands shook slightly as he gave the drawing back. “You have talent.” Ghost said, his voice even raspier and shaky.

(Y/N) shrugged as he sat his drawing block down, closing it in the process. “Not really, but I do find it peaceful to draw.”

Ghost stood. “You should keep drawing, I will check the perimeter.” Ghost said as he left (Y/N) behind. He didn’t even take his boots on as he stumbled out the door, his mind racing and driving a million miles an hour. For someone so guarded and so closed off, for someone so incapable of feeling his own emotions, yet this young man was able to see everything within a day of knowing each other. (Y/N) may as well have ripped his mask off and seen the Glasgow smile cut into his cheeks or even worse, actually have been there when his own father, Mister Riley, did it to him.

Ghost stumbled into a tree a long way away from the lake house, he could still smell the lake so he wasn’t worried about being too far away. His hands shook as he struggled to keep upright, memories and emotions he had pushed down and repressed were resurfacing and coming to light in ways he never thought possible, all because of a dumb… no, a very pretty drawing.

In that moment of fear, confusion and overall terror from being known so much, Ghost fell to his knees and looked up into the sky, his eyes burned from unshed tears that wanted to spill even with Simon holding them back, nay forcing them back. He couldn’t be weak, Simon had to be Ghost, not the weak pathetic Simon who no one cared about, not even Price. He grabbed at his mask, tearing it off as he struggled to breathe, panic flowing through him as though he was buried again.

Simon tried getting his breath under control, he shouldn’t be weak, Ghost wasn’t weak. Even if his boss told his son about the mask and about why, why Ghost was here and Simon wasn’t, he shouldn’t have reacted this pathetically to the drawing.

Ghost took a deep breath, letting everything fall away and be pushed deep down. Letting all emotions fade away into the nothingness he was so used to.

From the ground, Ghost stood up and placed the mask back on. He took a deep breath and headed back inside only to see a cup of tea standing on the table by the door. He carefully read the note over:

Ghost

I am sorry if I offended you with the drawing, I was told you liked tea over coffee so here is a cuppa earl grey, 2 sugars and a splash of milk.

(Y/N)

Ghost faintly smiled for a second before taking the cup to his bedroom to drink. He carefully slipped the mask over his face and tasted it. “Not bad for a foreigner.” He muttered.

Later that day (Y/N) walked into the kitchen to see Ghost sitting peacefully by a laptop writing something. “What are you writing?”

“Emails and paperwork, unfortunately, I still have work like that.” He said. “Roach is holding down the fortress though, I trained him well.”

(Y/N) hummed at that as he sat opposite Ghost. “Sounds tedious. Roach is a cool name, undoubtedly there is a story. What should I expect?”

Ghost looked at him. “He survived an explosion, I pulled him out of it myself, he doesn’t speak but does use BSL.” Ghost said. “Talented scout and overall good at what he does, I took him under my wing, he is probably the closest thing to a younger brother that I have.”

“Anyone else I should know about?” (Y/N) asked.

Ghost leaned back. “We work with the Chief of Police, Sheppards. We agree to get rid of a few people opposing him here and there, line his pocket with a little ‘something something’ and he looks away when we conduct our business most of the time anyway.” He said.

“Very smart but he is untrustworthy, as everyone is in this world.” He said.

“You already know Kate and her wife?” Ghost asked.

“Hmm, yeah, they are good people, Kate helped me fake my papers and get into the country for the first time.” He said. “Permanent residence.”

Simon chuckled. “She is absolutely brilliant.”

“That she is, she is a treasure to us all, I can only be grateful she wouldn’t turn against us.” (Y/N) said. “We would be fucked if she did.”

Ghost simply nodded at that. “I fully agree.” He said.

They fell into silence again, both staring at each other, both maintaining eye contact without blinking. (Y/N) was not an open book, no matter how much Ghost wanted it, he couldn’t get a read on the younger man. Ghost pushed down any feelings from earlier as (Y/N) gave him a smile, a genuine smile. “Tell me about yourself.” His voice held a surprising softness Ghost hadn’t heard in years, maybe never had.

“You already know my story. Didn’t your dad tell you about me?” Ghost said, a little annoyed by it.

“Truthfully he only told me you have a past and wear that mask to not facw it, he also told me you were as emotionally constipated as any war vet he had ever met who refused to get help.” (Y/N) said.

Ghost looked away, breaking eye contact. “He might be right about that emotion talk.”

(Y/N) never looked away or moved to talk to him. “Emotions are not an enemy until we don’t face them. That may just be something that sounds weak but my grandfather who is still in the business of taking out people, said that in order to overcome any weakness we must look within for answers. Only when your mind is most clear and your body stops trembling, you take the shot.”

“Your grandad is a sniper.” Ghost said, looking back, all emotions devoid from his eyes, leaving behind a cold and empty storm-filled ocean.

“Aye he was, best person at it that I know, taught me enough that I wouldn’t have to worry about anything.” (Y/N) said.

Ghost looked back to his computer. “Did he serve or did he simply work?”

“He worked, then served before coming back to work.” (Y/N) said. “Make a killer stew, no pun intended.”

If Ghost let out a little huff of amusement that was between him and whatever cruel god existed.

“And what about you, do you have a partner or someone you may settle down with? Any pretty bird or bloke?” Ghost asked.

“Nah, I don’t think much is gonna happen, half my body is littered with scars and the other half looks rough as hell. Not much of a looker underneath these clothes.” (Y/N) said. “Besides, once had someone say that she would feel bad for any woman who had to date me, the fucking part would be good but putting up with my emotional distance and issues were too much for anyone to ever do.” He said.

Ghost glanced up from his screen. “That’s rough, so you just sleep around then?” He looked back down.

“I need a connection, however small, Gaz was…” He smiled a bit, not that Ghost caught it, “Well Gaz was Gaz, a sweet man who was there at the right time but there was no connection besides desire and lust from us both.” (Y/N) said. “Though there was this one man I knew, they called him King or rather König.” He said with a smirk. “Best lay I ever had, man was begging and whimpering the entire time, asking me to go faster and harder. We met in Austria, don’t know the specifics of what he does, but man I miss him.” He said.

Ghost felt his mouth go dry without knowing why. “Sounds wonderful.” He replied dryly.

“You were the one to ask, knowing you know about Gaz and I, I figured me being into just about anyone wouldn’t be a problem.” (Y/N) leaned on the table and looked at Ghost. “Is it a problem?”

Ghost looked up at him, eyes dark with something (Y/N) couldn’t describe but it was bothering him.

“No. I don’t care if you sleep with women, men, women and men or no one. Just need to know for security reasons, can’t have your throat slit by two enemies who want you dead.” Ghost responded.

(Y/N) looked into his eyes a moment before leaning back. “That is fair.” He said as he held his arms up. “What about you? Are you with a woman?”

“I don’t have the time.” Ghost said.

(Y/N) paused and looked at Ghost work for several moments as he tried to understand it.

“So you haven’t slept with anyone in ages or you have never slept with anyone?” He asked.

Ghost grunted. “It’s been a while, security must be tight.”

(Y/N) waved his arms. “Wait, wait, wait… that is just… sorry man, if you couldn’t do something you wanted to do simply because of this job-” (Y/N) started only to get interrupted, “- Your dad gives me vacation, I don’t… like you said there should be a connection, not just some random hook up…” He said. “Those don’t lead to anything good.”

His tone was enough for (Y/N) to not push it further. “Alright.” He said and that softness returned for a moment. “How do you want to pass the time these long 30 days?”

“30 days isn’t so long.” Ghost replied.

“It’s late summer and it will be autumn by the time we return.” He said. “The TV doesn’t work and half the books I have already read. So, how are we passing the time?”

Ghost sighed. “You could go for a swim, the lake is clean and should be warm enough.” He said.

(Y/N) thought about it. “That is one way, yes, how else?” He asked.

“Why are you so abatement that I entertain you?.” Ghost asked, annoyance clear in his tone.

“Because you are the only person in a 30-mile radius and I am a social person despite my upbringing, I like people and I know damn well I need to sit on my ass anyway. Plus, you are amongst the most important people to know and know well.” (Y/N) said, despite how annoying it was, he did have a point, Ghost silently concluded.

“Fine, but I am bringing out the alcohol for that, I can’t be sober and chat about whatever you want and neither will you.” Ghost said.

(Y/N) smiled widely. “Deal.” He said as he stood up, clearing his throat.

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The Great Zootopian Detectives

What if the great mouse detective helped Judy and Nick on their night howler adventure? How would things change? Let’s find out!

I OWN NOTHING, NADA, NOTHING AT ALL!! THIS IT JUST FOR FUN!!!

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ZOOTOPIA

CHAPTER 1: Young Youth

“Fear, treachery, blood-lust.”

A bunny ran through the jungle, afraid of every waking moment,

“Thousands of years ago, these were the forces that ruled our world. A world where prey were scared of predators. And predators had an uncontrollable, biological urge to maim and maul,”

The young rabbit stopped and drank some water, unknownst to her that a tiger was stalking her slow but fast enough when-

“AHHH!!!”

The young rabbit screamed when a tiger pounced on her,

“Blood! Blood! Blood,” she started to milk it as she ran out of string and grabbed ketchup “And death!”

The bunny squeezed the ketchup one more time for dramatic effect, which none seemed to care for or were disgusted by, then she got up,

“Back then the world was divided in two, vicious predator,” The young tiger hisses, “and meek prey.” The rabbit dropped her ears and put her hand over her heart.

Just then, two boxes, one named viscous (vicious) predator and the other, meek prey, came out of the top of the stage and they went into it as a sheep danced around. When the boxes lifted they were all in a white robes,

“But over time, we evolved and looked beyond our primitive savage ways.” the rabbit says as the sheep pops a noisemaker, then the rabbit and tiger hold hands “Now, predator and prey live in harmony and every young mammal has multitudinous opportunities”

The sheep walked closer to the edge of the stage. “Yeah, I don’t have to cower in a herd anymore,” she took off her robe. “Instead, I could be an astronaut!” The crowd cheered, then the tiger walked forward and started to talk in a robotic voice because he was sort of scared “I don’t have to be a lonely hunter anymore,” takes off robe revealing to have a suit and tie, “today I can hunt for tax exemptions; I’m gonna be an actuary”

“And I’m gonna make the world a better place, I’m gonna be…” She takes off her robe “…a police officer!” Her mother an father look at each other in a worrisome manner

“Ha! A bunny cop! That’s the most stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!” a young fox laughs to his friend who was a ferret as the rabbit puts on her hat,

“Although it may seem impossible to small minds,” she looks over at that fox “I’m talking to you Gideon Grey,” then looks away when he scowls at her “but, just two-hundred and eleven miles away,” the jungle backdrop leaves and incomes a colorful cardboard city with the words ‘Zootopia’ on top of it, “stands the great city of Zootopia, were our ancestors first joined together in peace and declared,” the tiger and sheep grabbed a banner “That anyone can be ANYTHING!” and all the mammals cheered.

After the show had ended, Stu and Bonnie Hopps decided to try to change their daughters future plans, not to discourage her, now they still love her the same as all of her 125 brothers and sisters, but they thought that being a police officer would be very complicated, especially if you're the first rabbit cop.

Ever.

“Judy, have you ever wondered how your mom and me got to be so darn happy?” Stu asked his nine year old daughter,

“Nope!” The rabbit, Judy, said as if they just asked her if she wanted to go on a ride again, but Stu still continued, “Well, we gave up on our dreams and we settled, right, Bon?” He looked over at his wife, “Oh, yes, that’s right, Stu. We settled hard.”

“See? That’s the beauty of complacency, Jude. If you never try anything new, you’ll never fail!” But Judy still wouldn't budge on her opinion,

“I like trying, actually” She told her parents as she jumped on a haystack, Bonnie sighs and tries something else, “What your father means, hun, is that it’s gonna be difficult, impossible even, for you to become a police officer.”

“Right! There’s never been a bunny cop,” her husband said

“No!” agreed his wife,

“Bunnies don’t do that.”

“Never!”

“Never.”

Judy started to walk slower, indicating that she was sad or thinking, or even both.

“Oh,” She said, lowering her head for a second before lifting it again, “then I’ll have to be the first one! Because,” She jumped “I’m gonna,” She did a backflip and struck a pose “make the world a better place!”

“Or, uh, heck, you know, if you want to talk about making the world a better place, no better way then becoming a carrot farmer.” her father tried

“Yes! Your dad, me, your 125 brothers and sisters, we’re changing the world!”

“Yeah!”

“One carrot at a time!”

But Judy stopped paying attention to what they were saying when she saw two sheep one of her sisters and a mouse go to an area with no one and a certain fox and ferret follow them, so she ran in their direction and hid behind a line of hay,

The mouse was the only one who stood up to the bully the most “You can’t have our tickets!” He yelled but Gideon paid very little mind to what the mouse was saying “What are you gonna do, pipsqueak? Fight me? I’m much larger than you and you know it!" "That's to say the least,” The mouse said with a smirk on his face,

“Hey!” The fox was clearly offended by this and picked up the mouse and held him in a way where his hands were stuck and his legs were dangling, “The. Tickets. Are. Mine!”

“Over my dead body” Even if the mouse was at a clear disadvantage, he wouldn’t quit without a fight, so the fox laugh and was about to through the young mouse on the ground when Judy interfered:

“Stop!”

Gideon looked over at the bunny in a cop costume

"Oh look who it is, the bunny cop here to save her useless friends!” The fox laughed as he gave the mouse to the ferret, who was now squirming to get out of the ferret’s grip and failed.

“Kindly return my friends’ tickets,” she told him

“Sure, but where are you gonna find them? They ain’t in my hand or Travis” Gideon laughed, but the mouse wouldn’t let him get away with this,

“They’re in his pocket!” He yelled, and the fox, annoyed and confused, looked over at him.

“How do you know that? You never saw it happen!”

“Your pocket is opened outwards more stretched than it should be, and the long rectangular pattern your pocket has near the middle, indicates that the tickets are in that pocket!” The mouse said as everyone when quiet, staring in disbelief, he was right. The mouse was so busy fighting the fox and, yet was still able to observe all this.

“Well then, I’ll finish you later,” He said as he looked over at the small mouse who was still stuck in Travis’ hand, “but right now if our little bunny pal wants her tickets back, she’ll have to come and get them! But watch out! ‘Cause like you said in your stupid little stage play, us predators used to eat prey, and our killer instinct is still in our denah!” Gideon told the now scared Judy, but Travis interfered that moment, “Umm, I’m pretty sure it’s pronounced D-N-A.” But the fox looked over at the ferret in annoyance, “Don’t tell me what I know Travis!” Gideon yelled looking back at Judy,

“You don’t scare me Gideon!” she yelled before being pushed to the ground, the free animals ran and hid,

“Scared now?” He asked, smirking. The young bunny started to breathe faster, and Travis laughed “Look at her nose twitch, she is scared!” But the mouse wouldn't have it, he kicked Travis right between the vein and bone on his paw, in pain Travis dropped the mouse. Just then Gideon grabbed the mouse, “Oh you two don’t know when to quit do you?” He asked holding the mouse up high, “This is what happens when you mess with me,” He told the mouse as he scraped Judy on the cheek with his claw, he heard the screams of the other animals, then he looked over at Judy “I want you to remember this moment you think that you ever be anything more than just a stupid, carrot-farming dumb bunny!” He yelled in Judy’s face before leaving,

“Judy you ok?” Yelled one of the sheep

“Yeah,” she said holding up their tickets,

“Wow you got our tickets back!” the sheep exclaimed in happiness,

“Your awesome Judy,” Said the other, Judy smiled as she said “I couldn't have done it alone,” She looked over at the mouse, “Say, I’ve never truly met you before,” she told him as he turned to look at her, “what's your name?”

“Basil,” he said, “Basil of Baker Street.”

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[LIFESTYLE] Lan Wangji announces engagement with influencer Wei Wuxian after leaked photos

by Su Minshan

On the last Thursday (12), an anonymous account on Weibo leaked photos of Lan Wangji and influencer Wei Wuxian on a high-end restaurant in Thailand, in what appeared to be a date.

Earlier this evening (20), the Lan Wangji's official Weibo account published a note announcing his engagement.

[picture of statement]

Lan Xichen, Lan Wangji's older brother and current CEO of Cloud Recesses conglomerate, has shared pictures with the couple in his personal account in a show of support. As well as the Jiang siblings, Jiang Wanyin and Jiang Yanli, together with the Jin heir and Jiang Yanli's fiancee, Jin Zixuan. Fashion Designer and heir of Nie Security, Nie Huaisang, had a different approach and shared a selfie with a caption saying he's, supposedly, the one who's going to design the couple's attire.

Wei Wuxian got his fame through social media, sharing pictures and videos of tourism and local cuisine, as well as vlogs of his life and tips to get discounts on expensive places. Getting more noticed when befriended Nie Huaisang, going to clubs and bars together in recent videos.

We tried to contact Lan Wangji's uncle and former Cloud Recesses' CEO, Lan Qiren, but haven't received an answer until the closing of this article.

Comments

[+1] a gold digger

[+7] definitely a gold digger

[+11] it's so obvious i had to laugh

[+31] if i had known it was so easy to fish a rich boy i would have done it since the beginning, sigh

[+40] i used to look up to him so much, but he's so dumb what the hell, and his brother supports this? even after his own scandal with that jin bastard??

-

"Ugh I hate it here." Wei Wuxian whined, slumping against the kitchen island and almost falling off the high stool.

"Are you reading comments on the internet, A-Ying?" his mother looked over her shoulder while cutting fruit beside the sink.

"...No..."

"Stop lying, you're bad at it."

"Ugh!"

Cangse Sanren chuckled and put the knife down "What are they saying?"

"I'm a gold digger, Lan Zhan's dumb, variations of that. They're even trying to drag Huan-ge's down again." Wei Wuxian pouted, waiting for his plate of bunny shaped apple slices.

"You? A gold digger?" Cangse Sanren laughed loudly, drying her hands "As if!"

"What are you laughing at, now?" another voice joined them.

"Baba! Mama is making fun of me!" Wei Wuxian whined loudly.

"Is she?" Wei Changze lifted an eyebrow in amusement.

"Our A-Ying is being called a gold digger by strangers on the internet." Cangse Sanren chuckled.

"Our son, a gold digger?" Wei Changze repeated in a flat voice "That's something I wanted to see."

"Hey! Stop making fun of me! I'm your son! You're supposed to love me unconditionally and protect me! You cruel, cruel, parents!"

The couple only laughed together.

"Should we leak information, then?" Wei Changze suggested, stealing a bunny apple from his son's plate.

-

[EXCLUSIVE] Wei Wuxian, the formerly anonymous heir of the Sanren fortune

by Luo Qingyang

Baoshan Sanren, as she is known publicly, is the most venerated politician of modern times. Winner of a Nobel prize of peace after helping those in need in various forms. Talked about in history books, as well as many authorized and unauthorized books written about her.

She is also has one of the biggest fortune in our country and in the world.

Since her rise in the political scene, Baoshan Sanren was and still is a very private person who shares little to nothing about her personal life. We know she married and then lost her husband in a earthquake, and that they had two children of unknown gender and age.

Until this week, when Baoshan Sanren's PR finally answered our emails.

Cangse Sanren, as she is to be known publicly, is the eldest daughter, married with a son. She is mainly known as "The clear sky after the rain", author of many popular books. Her husband is Jiang Corp. currently CEO, Jiang Fengmian's former right hand and rumored to be his half-brother, who left corporate life to get married.

Wei Wuxian is their son.

Although he is known as a social media influencer, few has the knowledge that he has a master's degree in engineer, and has patented various things throughout his life. Starting university when still a teenager and meeting his fiancee, a freshman at that time, in the music club later on as he was already a senior, close to graduate.

Wei Wuxian, following his grandmother steps, helps the less fortunate, giving free classes during summer, and paying the school fees of orphans.

Baoshan Sanren's youngest child wishes to remain unknown to the public, as they are still young.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji's wedding is supposed to be a quiet and intimate affair, with only their loved ones present. We wish the couple a happy marriage.

Comments

[+10] oh my god

[+21] this is what they call a plot twist

[+26] wei wuxian is richer than lan wangji, holy shit

[+33] the guy was born legendary, we had no chance

[+54] i have no words, not only he's rich but he's also a good person?? how is this possible??

#mdzs #wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #cangse sanren x wei changze #wwx's parents are alive #modern mdzs #mdzs sects as companies #rich wwx #WHY THAT'S NOT A TAG #they're not idols just socialities #eat the rich #that means lwj eating wwx out #wangxian imagine #brief xiyao #i kinda love writing like this?? #author regrets nothing #happy 500 posts for me #my writing #bnnywngs writing #mdzs headcanons #mdzs imagine #i need to update my fics #maybe meng yao was the one who leaked the pics in revenge after being thrown out from their circle #working with su she obviously #cr conglomerate as in all kinds of schools universities and conservatory #mdzs fanfiction

[pearlescentplum]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Family (My Hero Academia), Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki Additional Tags: Suicide, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Ambiguous/Open Ending, One Shot, Short One Shot, Character Death, Possible Character Death, Hurt No Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Whump, Todoroki Shouto has PTSD, Todoroki Shouto Whump, Hurt Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto Angst, Past Child Abuse, Flashbacks, The Author Regrets Nothing, try not to cry challenge!!, i did not win, i should be studying for an exam tomorrow but college isnt real only torment Summary:

Todoroki Shouto wants to die.

And he does.

#shouto #shoto #shoto todoroki #whump #mcd #main character death #angst #shouto todoroki #todoroki whump #shoto whump #shouto whump #ao3 #author regrets nothing #oneshot #short oneshots #peotry fic

[unevenpatterns]

Ch 12 - Second Chance at life (Jetko)

Chapter summary: Jet is not known for being patient.

E rated. Chapter 12/16, estimated ~70k words when finished.

Story summary: Jet lives on. Barely. He wakes up to discover that the war is over, but how can he really trust that after everything? How can he possibly rest? Especially when the news gets to him about a new Fire Lord. A former prince, that he has been told hunted the Avatar aggressively for years. A prince that looks eerily familiar, when he finally gets his hands on a picture.

#ao3 writer #avatar the last airbender #fanfic #fanfiction #jetko #ao3 fanfic #e rated #jet atla #fire lord zuko #jet x zuko #hurt/comfort #fix it fic #jet lives #this chapter is pure filth #author regrets nothing

[local-hyena]

I just finished Ace Attorney Trials and Tribulations. It took me 20 days precisely. My mind is absolutly blown. It is 4 and a half am and I have to wake up for school in less than 3 hours. I love Godot.

#ace attorney #nethal chats #ace attorney trilogy #ace attorney trials and tribulations #prosecutor godot #ace attorney godot #author regrets nothing #author regrets everything

[44cowboycryptid44]

not to be a judgy bitch or anything but y’all ever read the description of a fic tagged “author regrets nothing” and you just sit there for a minute and all you can think is that the author should regret everything?

#fanfiction #fic #writing #author regrets nothing #is a terrifying sentence #sometimes people need to have a little more shame #yknow? #some people need to be humbled #some people *need* to have more regrets

[midnightanxietytm]

He takes his whiskey neat

A/N: Look, I think i was possessed while writing this one /j. It was like 1 am and I was procrastination on college work, I dunno what happened but this is the ungodly spawn of my imagination mixed with sleep deprivation, caffeine and stress. Enjoy and don't question it too much

Contents: Ford Pines x reader, pinning (lots of pining), I pictured reader in their late 40s to early 50s so there is an age gap but nothing extreme. There's some plot in those holes. uhhh lots of tension and no payoff because im pretty sure I passed out before I got to that part.

Word count: 996

There’s this look on his eyes now that you can’t quite figure out.

Ever since Stanford Pines came back from the portal, ever since weirdmageddon and the end of that fateful summer, something about him fundamentally changed. There’s contempt, relief, sure, but there's more to it, something that he keeps deep in that rattling metal-protected brain of his.

And god forbid sometimes you just want to pick him apart entirely, figure out every detail, note it down, absorb it, maybe then his mere presence won’t entice you, mess you, so goddamn much.

It culminates, as all events are bound to do, right before that year’s summer vacation, you blame the heat. 

Soos and Melody took a vacation for themselves, entrusting the shack back to Stan’s less than trustworthy hands, just like old times. Ford slips back into the basement so easily you almost follow him; your mind briefly longing for that nostalgia of being freshly out of college, when you and Ford were easily impressed by the oddness of the world.

You were a prodigy; a good ten years younger than him yet still doing your masters while he did his doctorate, and in the same area with similar themes! Back then, you two were just bright-eyed yet very tired academics… Then Gravity Falls presented itself on a silver platter, and Bill followed through.

You were there, on the day of the portal, or at least, almost there, going back for the thousandth time, expecting no answer to your knocks at the door as usual, only to be met with the fallout of something far worse than refusal.

And then he was back, less jittery, less paranoid and less sleep deprived than he was before at least. But there was that thing in his eyes, that inherent distrust, detachment…? You struggled to find the words and if there’s one thing that you as a scientist can’t deal with is a question that goes unresearched.

So it began; your “research” depended on experiment and to experiment, you firstly decided to get close to your unwilling subject. And you go down the rabbit hole.

You find him in the basement, of course. He’s drawing on loose sheets of paper, some of the discarded pieces lay on the floor, and the cd player by his side is playing just loud enough to muffle your footsteps as you approach him by his right side. “Updating the journal?” You ask, nonchalantly, as if you hadn't obsessively turned each page of his journals before, as if your own handwriting wasn’t squeezed in the first ones before his old muse took all the space left.

Ford just hums, raising his chin slightly, but not his eyes, just to acknowledge the question. “Not really, just trying to get some proportion practice. Looking back, some of my work on the first journal was… Not the best.” 

A chuckle leaves your mouth; “If you say so…” You hum, picking up one of the filled out pages that were pushed aside in the table and pretending to look it over as he places his pen down and looks up at you.

“Any advice?” He asks, and once again you pretend to be paying attention to anything but him and his every movement.

“Not really… I think you’re good.” You place the paper back at the table, leaning against it. “Thought you’d be going through your abstract phase by now, honestly.” And you smirk down at him.

He leans back, crossing his arms; “I fear I’m too logical to have an abstract phase, even my craziest dreams have math and science behind them.” And you both laugh, and your curiosity itches more and more every millisecond.

The next words that leave your mouth were planned and inwardly rehearsed, but they come out natural as a summer breeze. “Every tortured artist has an abstract phase, get on with the times, sixer!” It comes out as a joke, it's a test. And suddenly you’re too nervous to stay there, staring at him and waiting for a rebuttal. You push yourself off the table and zipline to one of the bookshelves, reaching towards the back of it, you pull the ‘eureka whiskey’ and the two cups.

He just watches you for a second, then accepts the cup as you pour him one, then one for yourself. 

And it’s truly the eureka whiskey, because goddamn you just found something in those eyes. 

He takes a sip; “Yeah I guess those portal days would do for some good surrealist pieces at least.”

“I can’t even imagine.” You say.

He smirks, lips inches from his cup. “You can’t…” He takes a sip. “That’s the point of surrealist.” You want his brain under a microscope, you want his breath mixing with yours, you want to never see him again, you want to wake up near him every day.

The curse of science is that in the endeavor to figure out the world, the scientist often loses sight of themselves. 

The witty remarks, the planned lines, the psychological strategies, all fly out of you head and you lean back against his desk. He’s leaned further back now and his chair is turned diagonally towards you and he watches with a smile and those eyes. “What did you see?” It’s almost a whisper, because you think he might actually tell you, and that scares you more than anything.

“Too much…” He swallows, sighs, takes a swing of whiskey and rests the empty cup on the desk. “It was very chaotic, honestly that’s all I want to say…” You sigh, pushing yourself up to sit at his desk, and his head tilts as he watches you. 

“I’m glad you’re back.” You settle, even though it doesn’t even come near to all the things you want to express. He smiles, and his eyes travel down, landing on your hands, holding your barely touched whiskey glass. You follow his gaze, and chuckle. “I’m more of a whine person.”

“I know…”

#midnight writes #taking requests #ford pines #ford x reader #ford pines x reader #grunkle ford #swooning over stans #fanfic writing #gravity falls #mutual pining #title inspired hozier's song #you know which one #too sweet #the author regrets nothing #hozier reference #asks open

[lumdays]

"cause you could be the one that i love"

a jade leech x izuku midoriya one-shot 😨

idea from @quartztwst 💥💥💥

trope: uuuh mutual pining+childhood friends to crush to maybe lovers when they maybe have the balls to ask eachother out

warnings: english isn't my first language so watch out for grammar errors 😞, jade being cringe (when is he not), lack of azul ashengrotto but it's only because he's actively avoiding downbad jade, jade being the bubonic plague personified, floyd using slang because he does, MY HERO ACADEMIA, strange mha x twst crossover in which quirks are unique magics cause i hate calling a super cool power a QUIRK, BAD WRITING!!!!!!

"and i become hypnotised by freckles and bright eyes, tongue-tied"

jade loved izuku. a shocker to no one but him, apparently.

"whaddya mean how'd i know about you like-liking sea sheepie?" his twin brother floyd drawled, "you ain't slick, that's how."

"stop asking me strange questions on your shift, jade." azul gave him a flat look before readjusting his glasses, "but if you must, i'd say i realised your... feelings for midoriya when you tried to name another one of your mushroom dishes after him for the third time in a row even after i denied your submission the first and second time."

it was an unexpected realisation but not one he found that surprising—now that he thought about it, he had always loved izuku. not the way he loved him now obviously but even when they were younger, he had always appreciated him some way somewhat—whether it was for his notebooks filled with almost scarily accurate and detailed information about famous mages' unique magics, his funny little quirks, the astounding determination and strength laying dormant within him, the cleverness he displayed in difficult situations, his optimism, his laugh, his smile, his freckles, his green eyes akin to grass, to leaves, to seaweed, to sea glass and to well, jade.

he sighed as he leaned over the counter of mostro lounge in a particularly dramatic way, woe is the poor eel who fell head over heels for a human, right? though he imagined it wouldn't be so bad if said-human loved him back. they could hang out like they used to at takoba bay, except they'd call it a date this time.

he started spacing out at the thought of izuku and him, holding hands, under the shade of an umbrella on the beach, laughing, swimming, him diving under the water and dragging the smaller boy with him for a few seconds, maybe kissing—

"ow!" jade whipped around to glare at his brother, who was giving him a dirty look—as if he had been the one to kick him in the shin.

jade shot him a pointed smile, "what could that possibly have been for, brother dearest?" floyd rolled his eyes as he turned away, "dunno, maybe for being a cornball in public??" he cackled, loud and mocking, as jade threw an empty bottle at him, his aim a bit off—enough to miss his twin's back as he slipped back in the kitchen. he could already hear azul berating him for this—for daydreaming on shift or for throwing a possibly harmful item, missing floyd and it hitting the wall instead, he didn't know yet.

throwing possibly harmful items at others and missing... that reminded him of his and izuku's first meeting, though he hadn't meant to throw anything at anyone with his projectiles... the first time, at least. he smiled giddily.

truly, how lucky and fortunate jade leech was to be able to love izuku midoriya.

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"feelin' like a face in the crowd, i'm reaching for you, terrified"

izuku loved jade. he loved, jade. his childhood friend, the eelmer, the sneaky bastard with a silver tongue (endearment), the obscenely tall, nice (to him at least), caring (derogatory), sweet (questionable claim) guy named jade. he sighed into his palms before looking up and staring at a picture of them he stuck on the wall a few years ago, jade had been gushing about a new species of mushroom he had found on one of his hikes when his mom snapped it. he, on the other hand, had been... looking at the other boy. no, that wasn't the right word to describe the look in his eyes then—he had been admiring him. how could he not? the merfolk was so passionate when he talked about something he truly loved... he wondered if he would talk about him that way if they ever—oh.

this was bad, this was really really bad. he couldn't let this happen, but surely he could fix this some way somewhat, right? he racked his brain for a way to cover this mess up, he wasn't a good actor, he couldn't even entertain the idea of pretending he doesn't love him because that would only result in jade teasing him to death—which would be a really pathetic death, even for him. he couldn't avoid him either—that was simply impossible, one because he doesn't actually want to stay away from him and two because he knows for a fact that if he tried doing that, jade could and absolutely would find him and force him to talk to him again.

he flopped down on his bed to roll around on his mattress in self-pity, if it had been a passing crush like what he had felt for uraraka in his first year then maybe he could've ignored the pull—but the tide was clearly stronger than him this time, and the depths of his feelings was scary. the honesty this love would cost him terrified him. he shook his head, how hypocritical of him to fall for someone who could force the truth out of him anytime any day.

after a few more weeks (a month or two) of agony, he admitted defeat. there was no way to escape this, izuku would have to face his feelings, he would have to face jade.

and so he would, he would reach for his hand and it would be up to jade whether he'd take it or brush it off.

...he would rather if he took it though.

also scraps LOL:

though izuku would like to say so, jade hadn't always been his friend. with him running after katsuki and jade doing god-knows-what with his brother under the sea, they really had had no reason to meet when they were children.

until they did, and well, saying it hadn’t been the friendliest first meeting was an understatement.

they were both 10 when they first met, it was winter—just a little while before christmas. izuku had been looking for seashells or pretty rocks to gift his mom while narrowly avoiding the growing amount of trash on the surface of takoba bay's once beautiful shore.

jade, on the other hand, had been grudgingly dragging plastic bags to the surface—he was on cleaning duty that day. 'cleaning duty' mainly consisted of finding human junk in the sea and putting it back to where it came from—land. the little eel thought that cleaning up after others—especially complete strangers—was mind-numblingly boring, but kept quiet while his twin brother floyd complained, rather loudly, for everyone and anyone within reach to hear.

instead, he vengefully threw empty cans and other items like soggy shoes towards the beach. honestly, how unfair was it that he had to pick up some random landdwellers' trash? he didn't tell them to throw their junk in his home, did he? he kept on throwing stuff until one of his projectiles didn't meet the sand but a little boy's face.

in his defence, it had been an honest mistake—he really hadn't meant to throw a dirty swimsuit at someone's head.

——————————

jade wouldn't ever want to tell anyone he had always been izuku's friend, he thought that would undermine everything they went through together—which would be a shame, truly. their bond was really precious to him as it is something he earned—it was not natural like his and floyd's nor was it born out of mutual benefit like his and azul's. it was something that grew with them and soon enough tied them together like an invisible string. he thought that their relationship was fine just like that, more than fine actually.

but it seemed as though he was the only one who felt that way, that strongly.

the eel listened as izuku talked about a classmate, he then watched as izuku walked with a boy and a girl on the beach. he kept on watching and listening as the smaller boy grew away and apart from him—still, they were friends, so izuku kept visiting him. but it felt different, now that jade knew the boy treated him like every other friend he had, he felt... a bit of everything all at once. he was happy his friend had a lot of friends now, really. he was also maybe a bit jealous of how many friends he had too. or maybe it was that he was jealous of the friends because of how much time they got to spend with him? he wasn't sure. he also felt fear, fear that maybe izuku would leave him again, but to bask in the presence of others this time.

he hated that idea.

#definitely took longer than an hour or two sorryyyyyy #jade leech x izuku midoriya #jade x izuku #twst #mha #jade's is shorter than izuku because idk ig it's harder to write an eel-dude #but the quality of jade's is better #what have i done #if this was on ao3 i would've posted this with the tags The Author Regrets Everything+The Author Regrets Nothing #look up sea sheeps they look exactly like deku i swear #jeiku #??? APPARENTLY?????? #twst x mha

[alkaisheonhelp]

A Sagau, with reader being the disguise omnipotent being.

It's not quite much, just the usual Sagau AU where reader is the creator or something, no cult or that the archon have 'divine revelation' that The Creator is there, it's just omnipotence reader hanging out with the twins and paimon (yes the three of them know what you are.)

Its been awhile since you go down to check up on one of your beloved creation: Teyvat, it's not that you don't know what's happening around this creation of yours, you just never really have the time to actually go down and check, luckily your fellow fated companions are always traveling and checking on each nation and lands.

Aether and lumine are their name, also with their little companion, paimon.

You spawn on an open field in monstadt, walking towards one statue of the seven, you have already signalled for the twins that you have came down and wished to be guided in this journey through Teyvat.

You see a white blob in the distance, alongside 2 goldens. !!!

"Paimon!!" With an incredible speed, paimon zoom towards you, stopping just inches Infront of you before she straighten herself and bow

"your highness the creator! I'm- er- We! are here by your call!"

Not long after the golden twin joined her, also bowing. You fret a little, panicking, explaining that you just want to be more closer to Teyvat more.

"I see.... then, since we're in monstadt already, we might as well visit monstadt while showing you around, your highness" lumine thought already planning their journey.

"but your highness, if it's alright with you, your disguise may have to changed a bit" Aether chimed in, assessing the garment that you wore from your world. Understanding what he meant you asked what type of possible disguise that's not too flasy not too invisible.

"maybe something like what we have? People already knows us since long ago, so maybe if we told them you are our relative or that you are from the same place as us, it'll be believable enough?" Paimon thought, giving you the bestest idea she has in her tiny little brain.

That is quite a good idea though, so for now you just roll with it and change the modern clothes you are wearing to something akin to what the twins or paimon are wearing.

And now you're on your way to one of your beloved nation, the nation of winds and freedom!

Um..... hello? Oh well, it's been awhile since my last post, and I'm not sure if I'll continue that one nor this one, but I'll try my best, anyway~

This one is just my brain begging for some platonic/non-tragedy Sagau where reader is just like, chilling, and everyone knows they have a creator but don't know the creator is you, and that only the approved one knows that you are their creator.... I felt like I'm going on a loop.

Okay, that's all for now, it's late and I'm tired, I wanted to sleep. Good night.

#Paimon #Lumine #Aether #Sagau #Genshin Sagau #sagau x reader #reader insert #Reader #gender neutral reader #??? #??? idk #the author regrets nothing #platonic

[writeshite]

Soldier boy 😩😩😩😩👌👌👌😍😍😍

If you write for him I’ll love you even more 🥺🥺🥺

Pose For Me

Summary:

“Damn, that was yummy,” he mutters, “You mind if I get another taste, sweetheart?” Your voice doesn’t come out, so instead, you nod, and he comes back in for another kiss; your hands come up to his face; the feeling of his beard is nice, as are his hands on your back. When you draw back again, he’s licking his lips, and you almost shy away, but he doesn’t let you.

Pairings:

Soldier Boy x Male!Reader

Tags:

Human Reader | Smut | Slight Praise Kink | Photographer Reader

Words: 1430

Author's Note:

It has been brought to my attention, that apparently, there are no male!reader fics for Soldier Boy, I'll have you all know, Dean Winchester tripped on his ass to Castiel so Soldier Boy could run. Plus look at him, seriously look at him 😏.

“And when you meet him, keep the conversation short. Don’t antagonize him; no small talk, no Super jokes. Take the photos, adjust, retake them, just do your job.”

You’d think that a Supe like the Soldier Boy would have some form of people skills, at least enough so you, the photographer for the day, don’t have to memorize countless rules on interacting with him. But apparently not. From the moment you’d stepped foot inside Vought, you’d been bombarded with various regulations and guidelines. You followed the Vought employee as she led you to Soldier Boy’s private quarters; when the doors opened, you breathed a sigh of relief when you found everything set up already. An area closest to his large windows had been tarped and a white backdrop hung in front of various photography equipment. The kitchenette and counter had food laid out, and all around the room were minor employees busying themselves with little tasks as they waited for Soldier Boy. 

Vought commissioned today’s session; since Soldier Boy was in a new era, he needed new promotional content - toys, photos, videos, merchandise - anything that could get the company a dime. You’d brought some example photos you’d taken of the other Supes before as examples. You placed your belongings on one of the couches, and once Soldier Boy walked in, the employees all fanned out, leaving you and him; he stared down at you with a questioning look. You held out your hand, introducing yourself, “I’m your photographer, sir,” you explained to him.

He nodded, walking over to the backdrop; you shuffled his arm, so his shield was fully visible and moved back to the cameras; the lights flashed; you took several photos and gestured him over, “They all look the same,“ he grunted.

“I guess, but it’s best to have enough photos in case we need them,” you tell him. “They’re your signature poses, so we need a lot of them. How about we move to some other ones?”

Soldier Boy shrugs; he kneels on one leg, shield held up as though he were being attacked, and face glancing to the side. You countdown from three, and the lights flash again; you shake your head, the photos aren’t bad, but they aren’t good either. You move towards him, lifting his shield higher, and push him back slightly; he holds your arm in its place, eyebrow raised. “Sorry,” you mumble, “it’s just easier for me this way.”

“Gotcha,” he remarks. He releases your arm but doesn’t stop looking at you, and the photos have him staring into the camera, they work, but they also send a shiver down your spine. His gaze doesn’t let down; this time, when he comes to look at the results, he stands closer to you, hands coming up on yours, and he asks about the process and modern-day photography. With every question and answer, he shuffles closer to you and is practically towering over you, glancing down at the pictures; you, on the other hand, have your eyes on your shoes, which Soldier Boy takes notice of. His hand moves to your chin, tilting it up, “What’s the matter, sweetheart? Don’t take pride in your work?”

“Uh, no, sir, just never had anyone this close for inspection,” you reply. He laughs, thumb tracing a circle on your neck before he moves back; he sets his shield down, moving to the counter, he beckons you over for a break; you shrug and follow, though you don’t get to sit in a chair as Soldier Boy drags you into his lap. “Sir?!”

“None of that sir stuff, call me Ben,” he tells you, “Now shush, we’re taking a break, might as well get to know each other more intimately.” His hand squeezes your waist, “So, sweetheart, what’s a pretty boy like you doing working for Vought?”

He pushes a strawberry into your mouth; your eyes dart away a bit as you swallow, but he turns your chin to look at him, “Uh, gotta pay the bills, you know?” you shrug, “And it’s not so bad, I don’t officially work for them….” he pushes a blueberry past your lips, when you try to finish, he tsks you.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Ben’s grip on your waist moves down to the top of your pants; you look away again, and he directs your gaze back to him, “Keep those eyes on me, pretty boy.”

You nod; he picks up another berry but puts it in his mouth, biting it gently; he turns to you, dangling it so close, he curls his finger, smiling. You bite your lip, gaze still on him, you lean forward, when you’re teeth graze the berry, his other hand pushes your neck, your eyes widen when you feel his lips on yours when you move back, and as you’re sitting there with your mind in a frazzle, Ben is grinning like a madman. 

“Damn, that was yummy,” he mutters, “You mind if I get another taste, sweetheart?” Your voice doesn’t come out, so instead, you nod, and he comes back in for another kiss; your hands come up to his face; the feeling of his beard is nice, as are his hands on your back. When you draw back again, he’s licking his lips, and you almost shy away, but he doesn’t let you. One hand comes down under your ass, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“The…the…the rest of the session,” you attempt, but he disregards your words, he stands, and you have no choice but to wrap your legs to keep your balance. 

“Clever boy.” Your eyes dart away, and you bite your lip, “give us another kiss, won’t you?”

You peck him, and he praises you again, your stomach churns at his words, and you feel a buzz of joy when he does so. “You like that, don’t you?” Ben asks; he starts to walk, and you try to turn, but he calls back your attention, “no peeking, sweetheart - now answer my question - you like it when I compliment you, give you attention?”

The blood rushes down, “Yes.”

“Good.”

Then the world tilts, and you fall back onto something soft, your head touches pillows, and you glance around and realize you must be in Ben’s room. He’s hovering over you, arms by your head; he raises one of your legs, slinging it over his shoulder; he doesn’t avert his gaze as he pulls down your trousers. His hand runs up your other leg, pushing it slightly to the side; he takes your dick in his hand and runs his thumb up to the tip. You don’t get any warning before he deepthroats your cock; you moan, biting your lip to keep the noise down. Ben moves up, tongue dragging along your skin. Your head is tilted back on the pillows, and you're gripping the sheets tightly; when his head moves back down, his hand follows; his hand moves underneath, holding your dick as it moves up and down with his mouth until he brings you to orgasm. Your hand goes over your face as Ben licks the cum, then he pushes your legs higher, parting your buttcheeks; he dives in, chuckling when you squeal in surprise. When he grows bored of that, he substitutes his tongue for his fingers and puts his mouth to good use on your chest. 

He bites one, pulling at it with his teeth, a wicked smile on his face when you whimper, he alternates between the two, and when he feels you’re open enough, he drives his dick in your ass. Your arms come around his back, nails digging into his skin as he plows forward. “Look at you, my good boy, taking me all in,” he says; you manage a shallow nod as his hand comes under your back, lifting you for a better grip. One of your legs is thrown over his shoulder, and he uses that to help him fuck you harder, the other one is around his waist, and you whimper with every thrust that reaches your g-spot. His stamina is extraordinary, and even when he’s exhausted the last orgasm from you, he’s still going, and all you can do is cling onto him until he finally cums. 

He pants above you; your arms are still around him, but your hold is weak; when he moves, and his dick slips out you whimper. He drags you to him; his chest is warm, and you snuggle close, “Did I fuck you too hard, sweetheart?” When you groan in response, he snickers, “Good.”

End Note:

If you need me I'll be asleep cause it's like 3 in the morning. I hope you enjoyed reading this shite, stay hydrated 🫡

#soldier boy x male reader #soldier boy x reader #shiterequests #this author regrets nothing #🫡

[zemkzone]

I’m not sending Scarlet in there without knowing what he’s getting into.

— Leonard Snart to Mick Rory, Ch18 of That Rare Arctic Thunderstorm

Chapter'll be up on March 29!

#coldflash #fic teaser #coldflash fanfiction #leonard snart #captain cold #the flash #cw the flash #mick rory #heatwave #the author regrets nothing #though she is very sleep-deprived

[starlightt8]

BSD 109

Soukoku nation,how are we feeling?

Here’s a fanfic!

“We are destined to die together “

🥀900k words only

🥀Major character death of course

🥀Nakahara Chuuya is not ok

🥀 References from stormbringer

Sharing is appreciated 💕

#bsd 109 #chuuyabsd #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai x chuuya #soukoku #major character death #skk fanfic #bungo stray dogs #double black #bsd spoilers #soukoku fanfiction #dazai is a donut #Asagariyouwillbedealtwith #I’m crying #the author regrets nothing #I’m the author #how are the fandom feeling right now? #Bungou stray dogs 109

[sotvtaughtmehowtofeel]

Joel and Ellie stood huddled together in the corner of the Tipsy Bison, arguing. Joel wanted her to go talk to the group of teenagers at a table nearby. Ellie wanted him to shut the fuck up and eat dinner with her.

“Are you and your dad gonna come say hi?” one of the girls in the group called over.

Ellie and Joel both turned to her, speaking simultaneously.

“He’s not-” “I’m not-”

Both stopped speaking, looking at each other. Neither finished the sentence.

#stepping stones to Ellie calling Joel dad #i don't care if it's not canon compliant I am writing the OCCASIONAL “dad” #the author regrets nothing #some version of this will appear in nothing bad here #i can't live without it #joel would die if ellie called him dad #and i WANT IT #the last of us #tlou #fanfic #tlou fanfic #joel & ellie #joel miller #ellie williams #joel & ellie fluff