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starzioo · 28 days

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𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓.

This is a Theo fic where you are a VS SUPERMODEL. During one of your shows you see a very handsome man. I think we can guess who said man is.

5.1k words.

WARNINGS: NONE

It was 2006 and you were in the heat of the Victoria's Secret angel show era. You were a high grade model. you had been modeling with Victoria's Secret for 3 years now and you had already made a big impact on the fashion industry. While doing business with VS you had also done shows with GUESS and Tommy Hilfiger. You also did catalogue with JUICY and many other hot brands. This was the start of your career and you made it big. Your face was all over the world along with Adriana Lima, Heidi Klum, Gisele, and even Tyra Banks. You were the it girl.

You sit legs crossed in your silk baby pink VS robe. Sitting in the stylists chair you had 3 different stylists were getting you ready. Two were curling your hair into the iconic VS blowout, while the other worked on your eyeshadow making sure the gold shimmer was nothing short of perfect. Backstage was always hectic, dozens of stylists and crew running around making sure the girls were on track and most importantly on time. It was hard to not get nervous during these times but you always knew how to keep your cool. While you weren't opening the show you were going to be the 3rd girl that walked out. 3rd? And not only that Justin Timberlake was going to be preforming for the show. I mean come on Justin Timberlake? Everything had to be perfect.

You had been shown the lingerie you were going to be wearing tonight, you had 4 pieces total. And every single one was tailored perfect to your body. Although you had worn the pieces during the rehearsals, tonight was the night. You could hear the crowd of people bustling outside, even over the noise of all the girls laughing and conversing while getting ready. You take a deep breath. "Is Y/n set to go? She has 10 minutes." A crew member asked the stylist working on your hair. "Uhh, she needs to go to outfits still. We'll get her there asap!" She says hairspraying your hair into oblivion. "Okay -she scans the clip board in her hands- make sure she gets there Gisele and Heidi are already changed and on there marks." She sighs and rushes away to the other girls. This is the moment when you can feel your heartbeat all throughout your body. This happens every show it's the adrenaline rush. The knowing that there's hundreds of people out in the crowd. The knowing that this show is broadcasted to millions of people global. "Okayyy, open your eyes! What'd ya thinkkk?" The makeup artist says finally pulling the soft brush away from your eyelid. You open your eyes. There was a soft brown shadow on the outer part of the crease that blended into a light gold shimmer that added as highlight to your inner corner. She did a natural eyeliner with small falsies. It made your eyes pop. The base of your makeup was natural but yet gave a glow to your face. Your hair was perfect aswell the curls accentuated and framed your face in every right way. Everything was absolutely beautiful. "Ahhh! Thank you! It's perfect as always, I need to rush to costumes now!" You say giving your makeup artist and hairstylist a quick hug. "Thank you byee!" You said quickly as you ran off to go find your outfit coordinator.

"I'm here!!" You say frantically as you run behind the curtains to the dressing rooms. "Finally, I swear we were about to send S.W.A.T for you! -She takes your hand and takes you to a dressing room that has

'Y/N Y/L/N' printed on a gold name plate on the door.- Ok, here's your opening outfit. -She hands you your first piece of lingerie- Holler if you need help with the bra!" She says as she walks out of the small room. "I have your wings out here when you're done!" She yells from outside. "Okay!" Although it was never your fault, things always seemed to go this way with every show. You were always running late. Whether it was a wardrobe malfunction or a burn with the curling iron, it was always something.

THEO:

It had been an on going tradition with the boys and Pansy to go see the VS fashion shows. I mean who didn't wanna see dozens of goddesses walking up and down a runway in lingerie? Me, Draco, Blaise, and Pansy are all walking through the VIP access to get to our seats. Every year without fail we had front row seats to the shows. Front row usually consisted of celebrities and important people from the fashion industry but when you have as much money as we do, we fit right in. Tonight me and the group were wearing all black Ralph Lauren, except for Pansy she was wearing Versace from the dress to the shoe. She opted for the Medusa '95 Midi Dress with the matching pumps, she wore her short chic hair tucked behind her ears. She looked absolutely stunning. If she didn't swing the other way I would've probably tried snagging her up myself. I wore an obsidian black tuxedo jacket with the matching tux pants, underneath I wore a black turtle neck long sleeve. My shoes were black aswell shined to absolute perfection. Blaise and Draco wore almost the same but a different variation of the shirts and pants. When we went anywhere publicized or not we came in outfits that were made to impress. Although our choices weren't as flashy or branded as others our style choices showed our money. Only if you paid attention to fashion would you know that this simple cashmere turtle neck costed $1,000. Or that Pansy's dress and heels total were $3,000. Or even Draco's rings that costed more than an apartment in Manhattan. Our style choices tonight were nothing short of perfection.

We finally take our seats we are sat close to the end of the runway. It had the best view from our experience. And you also got to see the girls more up close. You could see every laced detail and every diamond on their stunning lingerie pieces. Although we had all originally started coming as a joke we started taking these shows as a chance to get publicity. About 2 years ago Pansy had made friends with one of the models at an after party and the next day they were seen on Hollywood boulevard shopping and they ended up getting hit with paparazzi. Pansy and Karolina were on the cover of Teen-Vogue, STAR US, and were posted all over countless TMZ gossip blogs. That's when we realized how much publicity we could get just from being here. That's also when we decided to buy VIP tickets to the shows. The paparazzi tended to pay much more attention to the VIP entrances hoping to get shots of celebrities entering in and out of the venue. I mean if you acted important the paparazzi seemed to think that you were important. We had gotten pictures of us taken and posted on page 6. of STAR US captioned, 'Seen at the Victoria's Secret Angel Show last night these mystery guests have appeared yet again! Wearing only luxury designers, who could these people be? Their outfits all together cost more than my mortgage! Girls across America have been on the hunt to find these handsome boys. Mysterious and totally gorgeous? Count me in on the search!' The amount of publicity was insane and even now seated from row we have the paparazzi taken pictures of us every now and then. As we all converse with eachother about the show the lights in the venue begin to dim, the crowd goes silent.

Y/N:

You stood in line on your mark behind Gisele and another angel. Your nerves were crazy. Stylist swarmed the line of girls getting every last flyaway slicked, making sure every heel was clasped, fluffing all wings. You nervously shook your hands taking a breath.

"10, -The backstage manager yelled- 9," "Ok girls! Keep on beat! AND KEEP THE CROWD ENTERTAINED!" Not only were you girls there to model you were there as an advertisement. A campaign. You were entertainers. Performers. Keeping the crowd focused on you and nothing else was your main goal during shows. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1" You could hear the audience cheering for Justin Timberlake as he arose from a platform that was hidden underneath the runway. The beat to 'Sexyback' could be heard all throughout the venue. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Gisele." The manager said giving Gisele her cue to walk. As she opened the show the crowd roared and you could hear the cameras shuttering. "Ok, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Alessandra." She walked out more and more cameras shuttering. It was your turn. This is the moment where all your jitters wash away. Nervous backstage, confident bombshell on stage. You placed your hands on your hips and get ready to walk. "5, 4, 3, -during these moments time always seemed to slow. Everything around you was in slow motion as you prepared for the moment when you would be in the gaze of hundreds of people.- 2, 1. Y/n."

Not missing one beat your body moved in sync with Justin's music. As you appeared on the runway, it felt as if a flash bomb had went off. The hundreds of cameras flash flashed before you. You looked absolutely perfect. Your opening lingerie was stunning. The bra itself was a white gold fabric with 24k diamonds that were delicately placed to make a lacy like pattern. Your panties were low waisted, barely leaving anything for the imagination, the fabric had small diamonds around the waist and elegant lacy white gold patterns. Your wings made you look like a literal angel. The feathers were white and fluffy they faded into gold at the tips. Your heels were stiletto embroidered with more bling that you can ever imagine. You looked stunning. You walked as if you owned the runway, like you owned the venue. The crowd loved you. Justin faced you giving you playful eyes. You reached out your hand, playfully wiggling your finger motioning him to come you to you. He obliged. He walked towards you as you continued your catwalk to him. Once you came close enough you ghosted your hand across his chest and continued walking. As he sang he checked you out as he did every model. As you approached the end of the runway you met eyes with a man. He was quite handsome in your opinion, -I mean absolutely gorgeous, he was eye candy to you- and that was saying a lot. I mean you're a Victoria's Secret supermodel. His eyes were icy and grey. Even with all the flashes of the cameras his eyes stayed almost dead? But not in a bad way, a totally invitingly sexy way. He sat forward as you approached the end of the stage. A small flirty smirk played on his lips. You didn't know why but you felt, -almost drawn?- to him. As you got closer the cameras flashed more than ever. "Y/n! Over here!" "Y/n!" "Y/n!!!" The photographers and crowd shouted your name. Even with all the people calling for your attention you couldn't look away from his eyes. There was just something about them. As you reached the end of the runway you finally ripped your eyes away from his and looked into the mob of flashes. A flirty smile on your lips as you posed for the cameras. You rested one of your hands on your hip and the other raised to your mouth. You sexily bit down on your pointer finger as you basically made love to the sea cameras with your eyes. After your designated 10 seconds on the head of the stage it was time to strut back to backstage. A playful smile replaced the flirty as you looked away from the cameras, you turned to walk back. You glanced back at the mystery man and kept walking flirting with Justin as you walked.

The next segment you were walking was segment 3: Come fly with me. Once again your piece was absolutely perfect for you. Your top was a simple baby pink bra with bold white detailing. Your skirt was a matching low waisted super mini skirt that showed the white underwear you wore underneath the skirt. You wore a small matching jacket, the sleeves went to your elbows. You had a cute flight attendant hat to go with. You carried with you a cute little baby pink pamphlet with a pink airplane on the front. It gave Hue Hefners flight attendant in all the right ways. As the 2nd segment was happening you were actually ahead of time. You actually had time to talk for the BTS clips and take pictures with the other models. You were talking with Miranda when the manager yelled. "Y/N! On your mark!!!" She yelled as she rushed you into the line of models. "Sorry!" You said worried as you rushed to your place behind Adriana.

The segment was already about to start. There was only about a minute intermission between the segments and that minute if even one model was late could ruin the entire show. You really needed to start paying attention to your marks. "OKAY GIRLS! KEEP. THEM. ENTERTAINED. DO SOMETHING!!! ANYTHING WE WANT THE COVER! NOT PAGE 3!!!" The managers always yelled backstage it was nothing new. Although to anyone else it would sound mean. But that's their job. It's their responsibility to make sure that the show goes smooth without any hiccups or problems. It was also their job to make sure to instruct the girls on what to fix and improve. "Okay Adrianna. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1." The manager said as she strutted out from backstage. Once again you found yourself in the trance like state. The tv that was backstage showed what the cameras were broadcasting as Adriana approaches the head of the runway you hear the long awaited count down. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Y/n." All worries wash away and once again you're that girl. You cat walked that damn stage like never before. Your glittering legs moved to the beat and your hips swayed with the rhythm. The cameras bombed you per usual. You knew you were gonna be on a cover or atleast a headline. You always were. You were just that girl. The crowd always loved you, they lived for you. You approached the end of the runway. Even in the middle of hundreds of eyes you could feel one stare particularly. His eyes were paralyzing. You fluttering your eyelashes at him as you continue walking up. You looked him up and down flirtatiously and he did the same. You acted on impulse -not on thought- When you got to the end of the runway you fanned yourself with the pamphlet, then tossed the pamphlet into the man's lap, and shot him a flirty wink then strutted away. Hundreds more cameras flashed it seemed like they were faster than the speed of light. We were definitely getting front cover. I mean the manager said to keep the people entertained?

THEO:

"Bro, what the fuck!" Blaise laughed as the angel walked away. "Theo, I told you! I swear she was looking at you like you were candyyy!" Pansy giggled. I just stared in awe at the pink pamphlet that laid in my lap. "Dude...she's into you!" Draco said basically geeking. "What the fuck." I said picking up the pamphlet as cameras flashed at me.

Y/N:

"Y/n?! What the hell was that?" One of the backstage managers said as she came out of nowhere. "Uhhh" You stared blankly at the woman. "Y/n, you're an angel! -she kisses you on the cheek- We just got 400 thousand more viewers on the live broadcast when you did that! God! Muah! Muah! -she continued giving you forehead kisses- Oh my god! -she smacks her forehead- We need to get you to wardrobes!" She shrieked as she pulled you by your hand through the crowd of models. Some of the girls whistling at you. You both finally made it to the dressing rooms. Although you weren't walking segment 4 or 5 you were opening and closing for the 6th segment: Winter Wonderland of Glacial Goddess. So ohh did you need all the time you could gather to get ready.

This time they re did your eyeshadow to an icy shimmer look. It truly did make your eyes pop. You were in all white and silver. The bra was absolutely stunning. Nearly blinding with the amount of diamonds. The designer had told you the lingerie costed more than the venue itself. And that was saying a lot. This is L.A. and this venue. It was absolutely nothing short of breath taking. You were opening this segment in the 6million dollar bra. All eyes would be on you I mean how couldn't they be the bra was basically built out of diamonds. The main focus of this piece was this bra. "Okay Y/n! Good luck! Maybe flirt with your mystery man again... -ooo's erupt from the girls- but good luck not that you need it! WE HAVE ONE MINUTE LADIES!" The manager yelled as she walked around instructing the staff on what to fix on the models. Your nerves got the best of you, you were shaking your hands and popping your knuckles. After what felt like hours you finally heard the count down. "Ok Y/n, show the world the physical embodiment of winter goddess! 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Go." As you hear the beat of the music you get into the rhythm.

Your hips were swaying smoothly with ease. Gasps and whistles erupted from the crowd as you walked slowly and sensually. Your wings flowing behind you. Being the opener of the segment you got to walk down the center of the runway. All eyes were on you. The cameras were flashing at such a rate you thought the photographers would've ran out of storage by now. The diamonds blinging with every shot taken. When you got to the middle mark of the runway you did a small but quick spin. Once you neared the end of the runway you felt the fans blowing on you and the artificial snow falling from the ceiling made the whole scene perfect. Your eyes fluttered at the cameras and your lips parted slightly. Your hands rested lightly on your hips. After your designated time was up and the next model started walking down the runway you glance down to the man you have been flirting with all night. You looked from his eyes and then back down to his lap where the baby pink pamphlet laid then back up to his eyes. You blew him a kiss, then giggled when you seen his friend practically leap across a girl and a blonde man to catch it. The way he looked at you wasn't like how any other man looked at you it was with that same thirsty look you'd seen on every man at the shows it was more like admiration. He looked at you like you were a literal goddess on Earth. Hundreds of cameras caught the moment. You were living for this. I mean obviously all these stunts were getting you publicity, but there was just something about this man that drew you to him. It made you want to continue this flirty behavior towards him. You couldn't put your finger on exactly what it was. His alluring eyes? His perfectly tailored suit that showed his physique? Or perhaps the way he rolled a single gold ring between his fingers? You didn't know this man was truly a mystery.

You went backstage once more and covered your face with your hands in embarrassment as a group of stage directors and managers swarmed you. "The viewers are living for this!" "Your name is all over Facebook and MySpace!" "You gotta keep this going!" "Did you plan this?" "This is definitely making front cover!" You laugh in embarrassment of the very public flirting situation you have going on with some random you've never met before. "Oh my god! What do I do next? I mean there's not much I can do. It's not like I can pull him up on stage or anything? I don't even know the guy!" You say as they all rush you back to the dressing rooms. "Yes! Yes! Do exactly that!" "Do what? No. I won't that's- that's just embarrassing. Not only for me but for him! Like I said before I don't even know the guy!" You explained as the group of stylists quickly changed you into your next lingerie set.

Again there you stood on your mark in line watching as the line of ansy girls get shorter and shorter. You were gonna be closing the same segment you opened. And ohhh were you nervous. I mean who wouldn't be? You stand there nervously shaking your hands trying calm yourself down. Taking deep breaths as you watch the cue get shorter and shorter. "Okay Y/n, you ready?" One of the backstage managers asks lightly resting a hand on your back. "Yeah..Yeah I'm ready." You lightly smile. As you approach the hidden door way where you're supposed to enter the stage. Even from backstage you can hear the photographer's cameras flashing, and the people clapping and whistling. You snap out of your thoughts and look up. There's only one girl in front of you in line. You take quite possibly the longest breath you've ever taken before you hear those same repetitive words you've been hearing all night. "Okay Y/n, you ready?" You only nod in response. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Go." As soon as you heard the word you had to force yourself to walk. You could not let your nerves get the best of you right now.

You walked onto the stage looking as ethereal as humanly possible. The bra had dozens of dainty diamond embedded silver chains that traveled down your body to the panties. The thong had the same diamond chains dangling from it that connected with your sheer sparkling thigh highs. The diamonds that were connected with the one that laid against your torso also traveled up and around your neck creating a diamond choker illusion. Your stilettos were covered in the same stunning diamonds. You were dripping head to toe in bling. And let's not get started on your wings. The wings were extravagant. There was feathers that blended into a sheer flowing fabric at the ends that blew and bounced in the wind when you walked. You had a head piece aswell it blended into your hair making it look like you had diamonds and snow in your hair. Your earrings were diamonds that were engraved to simulate snowflakes. You were an actual winter goddess.

As you appeared on stage the crowd went absolutely crazy. You walked per usual but this time walking directly down the middle of the stage, hips gliding with the music. Your wings flowing and bouncing with every step you took. Looking from left to right engaging with the crowd. As you walked closer and closer to the end of the stage once again you locked eyes with him. You gave him a wink before posing for the cameras. Since you were closing you had an extended amount of time to pose for the cameras. It was like a flash bomb had went off. Every. Single. Photographer. in the building was taking hundreds of pictures of you. You stood there hands on your hips letting the artificial snow and wind do its job.

After your designated time you made a rash decision. Instead of turning around and walking back to backstage. You stepped down the stairs that were at the end of the stage and approached the mystery man. His eyes no longer appeared sleepy or dead, but now utterly surprised. Once you got close enough you extended your hand to him, and he happily obliged. His cold hand took yours and you guided him back up onto the stage. His friends whistling at you two. The cameras bombed you two. Once you got back on stage he gave you a little twirl. Your fingers were loosely grasping his as you guided him to backstage. You walked in front of him looking back at him every few seconds.

You both finally made it backstage and immediately you two were surrounded by managers and stylists, models gawking at you two. The models were laughing and smiling at the sight. "Ahh! Y/n you did it!" Your managers said wrapping an arm around you. Some of the backstage cameras recording and taking photos of the both of you. "And what's your name?" The manager turned and asked the man. He looked completely dazed and confused, while also smiling. "Uhm, Theo. Theodore Nott." He said shaking the managers hand. "Well I have business to attend to. You can stay backstage until we're done! Uhhh! Stacy get him a backstage pass!" The manager shouted for her assistant. Stacy comes up to him and wraps a lanyard around his neck. You turn to him to find him already looking at you. "So uhm, sorry about all that. I was just- My manager told me to." You looked down to find that you were both still holding hands. You quickly let go when you realized. "Yeah, no worries. I was just confused...but I really don't mind." His voice was as smooth as velvet.

As you looked up at him you took the opportunity to take in all of his features. He truly was as handsome as you thought. You both kinda just stood there looking at each other. "So...would you want to go to dinner with me?" He asks breaking the silence between you two. Even backstage where there's girls running around trying to get changing out of their pieces and managers trying to make sure everyone was doing their jobs, you felt as if the room was silent. "Yeah, that would be nice." You said softly as you tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His expression once questioning now soft. A small smile laced his lips. "I'm gonna go get changed, uhm, there's drinks and a snack table over there if you want anything. Oh, and if you want you could bring your friends back stage with you." You said giving him a small smile. "Yeah, okay, take your time. There's no rush." He said giving you one last smile before you turned to go back to the dressing room.

You made your way to the dressing room and when you got there you were swarmed with girls squealing and asking you questions. "Okay, okay. So, he asked me to dinner." "And what'd you say?!" "Well obviously I said yes!" All the girls were jumping and hugging you. "Well hurry up and get changed already you can't keep him waiting!!!" They ushered you into your dressing room and you hurriedly got changed back into your clothes you had came to the venue in. Due to the fact that before the show you had an interview for the BTS footage your outfit was simple. It was a black strapless dress from Versace that ended at a little below your knees. Your shoes were black Gianni Ribbon Pumps from Versace as well. Your hair was still in its classic VS blowout. You carried a small black shoulder purse. You stepped back out of your dressing room. "Do I look okay?" You said with a worried expression. "Yes? Is that even a question Y/n?" One model said smiling at you. You began walking out of the dressing room before quickly turning around, "Wait i'm nervous!" "Y/n you'll be finee! I'll walk you out of the dressing room, c'monnn let's go!" She said hooking your arm with hers. She walked you maybe 15feet out of the room and then he was in your line of sight. He and his friends stood all together right where you left him. The girl was chatting with Karolina and a stylist. "Now go...see he's waiting for you~" She cooed in your ear. You gave her a 'really.' look. "Okay —you take a breath— wish me luck!" You say before turning to walk over to him.

You immediately catch all of his attention. He looks almost awestruck? "Hey, i'm ready to go." You say softly smiling up at him. Your gaze then wanders to his friends who are watching and giggling at you two. "Don't worry about them, I already called the car service for them. As for us we'll be going to Providence. It's a very nice restaurant, I think you'll like it." He says with a charming smile. You've never been there but from what you've heard about the place the restaurant sounded luxury. "Yeah that's fine with me, whenever you're ready to go I am." Right when you say that your manager comes rushing to you. "Y/n! Y/n!" She says nearly out of breath as ran up to you. "Oh, Y/n~" She says as she sees you standing next to Theo. You roll your eyes playfully. "I just got you an interview with the director of GUCCI! He wants to speak with you now though so let's go!" She says trying to yank you. "Ericka! Wait!" You slightly yell trying to get out of her grasp. She lets go turning around to you with a worried face. You turn back around to Theo. "I'm sorry, I don't think-" He cuts you off, "Don't worry about it bella, we'll schedule dinner for another time. Now go. Don't let me stop you, okay." He says charming as ever as he tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You blush slightly and give him a small smile. "Okay, thank you for understanding. Oh! Uhm, Ericka do you have a pen?" "Yeah, yeah, here." She says as she frantically looks for a pen and gives one to you. You take his hand and write.

415-***-**** Call me. XoXo.

You fold his hand then lean up to give him a small kiss on the cheek. He just stands there slightly blushing. "I'll see you soon, yeah?" You ask as you turn to walk away with Ericka. "Yeah." He says as he slightly licks his lips.

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foreingersgod · 25 days

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Ok I loveee that you want to write for a country reader because I live in the country!

Can you write a CC x reader based on Beautiful Crazy by Luke combs??

Beautiful Crazy . CC

pairing: country!caitlin clark x country wife!reader

synopsis: life with country caitlin :)

A/N: i’m picturing like very domestic, sapphic farm life. enjoy lovelies !

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Her day starts with a coffee…

“good morning, baby” your voice cooed from the door frame of the bedroom. “brought you some coffee, d’you sleep ok?”

caitlin stirred, body entangled in linen sheets. it was incredibly early in the morning, early enough the sun was barely rising over the mountains. perfect time of day to get up and tend to the farm. her eyes fluttered open upon hearing your voice, adjusting to the rays of sunshine that prodded past the curtains.

she sat up, seeing you there. propped up against the door frame, wearing only one of caitlin’s button up flannels and your underwear, holding a mug of steaming coffee. your hair was still messy from when you had woken up, cascading around your face. your skin was glowing from the golden shimmer of the sun, illuminating your features. you looked absolutely irresistible.

“i slept great,” she yawned as you walked over to her, setting down the coffee on her night stand and crawling into bed next to her. “thank you”

you nestled in beside her, pulling the fluffy duvet and hand me down quilts back over you. her arm snaked around your waist quickly, bringing you into her embrace as tightly as possible. her fingers crept down to the space between your hips and thigh, rubbing softly at the hem of your underwear. you hummed at the warmth of her touch. you both laid there for a few minutes, revealing in the tranquility of the morning time, sipping coffee and sitting in silence.

eventually, caitlin sat up, getting out of bed and changing into her work clothes. you whimpered as her weight disappeared from the bed.

“stay a little longer” you implored “please?”

she couldn’t help but smirk, seeing you there. hardly clothed and begging for her to come back to bed. if there wasn’t a farm that needed her constant attention, she would’ve have laid there with you for as long as you wanted.

“you know i would if i could, but those cows need tended to” she countered, pulling up her jeans and buckling her belt “and last i remembered…someone needs to make some bread for the neighbors like she promised”

you groaned, falling back dramatically into the bed.

“and she also needs to help me build the fence” caitlin continued.

“yea, yea, im getting up” you dragged yourself out of bed, starting to get ready.

you began buttoning up your shirt, putting on your cargos and boots, and tying back your hair. eyes tired and fighting sleep still, you managed to finish your routine and follow cait out of the comfort of your shared room.

“love you, baby” cait smiled, kissing you deeply before heading to the barn.

…And ends with a wine

after a long day of work, baking bread and helping caitlin with the fence (which was really just you standing there drooling as you watched her muscles flex with each movement), you were ready to call it a night.

caitlin went to shower so you took advantage of the time and began making dinner, something simple. while you chopped and stirred and fried, you enjoyed the view outside. you couldn’t believe you had such beautiful mountains just outside your home.

caitlin came back down to the kitchen, hair still damp, noticing you finishing up dishes while dinner simmered on the stove. she meandered over behind you, hugging you from behind and rocking back and forth lightly.

“you’re too good t’me” she muttered into your shoulder “helping me with the farm, makin’ me dinner…”

her words lingered on the skin on your neck, lips dragging across the crease of your jaw. she kissed up and down your neck, hands making their way down your torso to tease at the button of your bottoms.

“keep it in your pants, clark” you resisted the urge to moan at her touch “eat dinner and pour me a glass of wine first and then you can do whatever you want to me”

“i’m likin’ the sound of that” she was already pulling out the good wine glasses and the bottle you had stashed away.

you finished dinner, plating it up while she poured the wine. you sat next to each other at the small dinner table in your farmhouse, shoulders almost touching. but you didn’t mind, you liked it intimate this way.

you made simple conversation as you ate, talking about the cows and other critters that control your entire day. when you finished, you put the dishes in the sink and retired to your bedroom, remainders of your glasses of wine still in hand.

you set your glass down, next to the mug of coffee that grew cold from this morning. caitlin was already pressed against you, sliding your shirt off your shoulders and tugging your pants down your legs. and true to your promise, you let her have her way with you.

as the night climbed up behind the mountains, taking over the orange and pink sky, you and caitlin were intertwined beneath the sheets. soft laughs and heavy sighs echoing throughout the bedroom.

Takes forever gettin' ready

So she's never on time for anything

“they’re gonna be askin’ about us if you don’t hurry up!” caitlin called from the bedroom, you were in the conjoined bathroom still getting ready.

you’re neighbors had invited you over for dinner and poker with a few of your mutual friends in the neighborhood. while it was a small, get together, you still took over an hour to get ready.

“i know! i’m almost done, quit your wining” you retorted, putting the finishing touches on your hair and makeup.

you smoothed out your top, your ‘special occasions’ denim jacket and a white tee, and slipped on your shoes. when you exited the bathroom, caitlin was sat at the foot of your bed waiting.

“you take my breathe away every time” she stood up, hands already roaming your body, caressing every curve and dip. her soft lips were inches from yours now.“i think we can spare a few minutes…or 10, don’t ya think?”

it didn’t take much, her strong arms already lifting you up and your legs wrapping around her waist. she carried you over to the bed, setting you down softly and climbing over top of you.

“yea i think they can wait a little longer”

When she gets that come-get-me look in her eyes

Well, it kinda scares me

it was late spring, your favorite time of the year. when the birds began singing in the morning, bees buzzing in the yard, grass and wildflowers thriving in the fields. you loved spending nights outside with your wife. having a drink by the fire with a blanket draped over your lap, horse rides along the backroads of your town, you adored it.

on this particular night, you two were walking along the fields surrounding your farm. you wanted to enjoy the view of the mountains and the smell of the long grasses and primroses as you strolled casually with caitlin. the air smelt woody and crisp, the breeze tickling the hairs of you arm just right.

“wait,” you said, picking one of the wildflowers nearby “come here”

caitlin stopped walking, turning to you. you took the flower, picking off the long stem, and tucked it behind her ear. you brushed the hair out of her face while admiring how cute she looked. she returned your smile, not necessarily caring about the flower in her hair, but how happy you looked because she let you do it.

while she was distracted, completely dazed by your beauty, you snuck in a chaste kiss to the tip of her nose.

“oh i’m gonna get you back for that” she teased as you jogged slightly ahead of her, laughing from the look on her face.

“oh yea?” you quirked an eyebrow and bit your lip, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

your nose was scrunched, eyes furrowed so ingeniously that it made caitlin chuckle under her breath. your lips rubbed together as you tried to hide your smile, she could tell you were close to laughing. the look you gave her, she hoped she’d remember forever. how you were practically saying ‘come get me’ with your eyes and how it made her anxious and eager with desire all at once.

she lunged towards you, and you ran away quickly, trying to escape her. she chased you through the fields and you dodged her past the trees and bushes. but she was too fast, grabbing a hold of you wrist. she spun you towards her and your arms fell onto her shoulder in defeat.

“told ya” she nuzzled her nose against yours. you couldn’t stop laughing.

The way that she drives me wild

And she drives me wild

you were always on caitlin’s mind. when she was feeding the chickens, when she was brushing the horses. even when she was in the shower, she thought of you, imaging you there with her. you were her purpose and the very reason she got up each morning.

she loved every thing about you. from the way you cried during rom coms, to the way you double checked the locks on the door each night. when you would refuse to go to bed unless she kissed you goodnight and how you offered to help her with extra farm chores even when you didn’t have to. you were the epitome of perfection.

there wasn’t a single thing that you could do that would make her stop loving you. even when you did things that rubbed her wrong, like leaving the keys in your truck or leaving your boots outside. she loved every quirk, even if they drove her crazy.

Beautiful, crazy

She can't help but amaze me

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A/N: kind hate how this one turned out <\3

#caitlin clark x reader #wcbb #caitlin clark #wcbb x reader #iowa wbb

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syl you can not casually mention blacksmith König and leave it at that!

sighing… ok, yes, i will talk about blacksmith! König more..! ^^

content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. violence, physical/emotional abuse, descriptions of injury, death, angst, marriage on the gallows au.

Before König, there was his father, his father’s father and so on. Hardened men who were left to rot on the outskirts of the little village: sharpen blades, birth something from slabs of iron and silver. The work was tedious, but never dull. Scrape, burn, turn and roll- over and over until the smoke rose from the pit to sting at his eyes. Birth by fire wasn’t only in myths of dragons and phoenixes; he witnessed it each time he held pure malice in his hands as his hammer struck. Nothing became something, deadly and cruel. Day and night his life and lungs were filled to brimming with hellfire.

Accidents happen, naturally. No matter how careful he’s been, there’s nothing to keep the flame from entirely taking back after giving so much.

König’s father lost a finger while mentoring him.

His blue eyes were fixed on the man’s callused hand as the freshly smithed blade sliced through the digit like it was little more than a dollop of honey, no blood. There had been nothing but the crack of bone carved cleanly through, then the wet sizzle of meat cooking as it fell into the pit.

His father had screeched like a starved demon then, a barrage of insults tossed his son’s way like little more than passing pleasantries: oaf, useless cur, bitch.

König hadn’t been concerned, he sat on the stone bench looking up at his father and told him so, that he was fine: it had been cauterized, cleansed by the fire.

König lost the same finger that day.

His mother had fallen ill sometime last winter. The last memory he had of her was the look of frailty on her face, how her skin felt so cold and yet she lie dampened with sweat.

The dogs and buzzards had gotten to her grave, but it wasn’t them he felt any of the fire’s malice for.

Just his father.

The villagers didn’t know what became of the blacksmith, but König could recall it every night; how even with his dying breath he had only thought to curse his only son.

So, he wears the hood of the last executioner now, and the people shy away. They don’t like the look of death unless they can participate in it as a divined audience.

The dogs are never hungry, there’s illness all throughout the valley, and sometimes it only shines through in shimmering eyes while the villagers stare and giggle at the next withering soul led to the gallows.

König knows he should be there; like mother and father, his bones should be shared between panting mouths and blood-stained beaks. Sometimes the boars come sniffing too, and he’s always hated them, maybe even more than the birds. They’re ugly and sturdy, squealing and snarling like his father.

The villagers looked at the boars, though, because they were useful. Their eyes were hungry and happy each night the men set out on a hunt, unaware that their sons and daughters lurked in the bellies of the very beasts they starved for.

It’s cold even during the summer months in his shack.

There are blankets, a kitchen, a hearth, but it’s empty. The winter makes its wastelands each coming year, envious of how he can accomplish such with fire instead of ice. He doesn’t need to clean. The ash blackens the wood, cleanses all. One day, maybe, it would scrub him too.

The fire is a womb, but it’s never birthed anything truly alive. Not until her. A wildfire swept the field where travelers had gathered. With their supplies reduced to the very cinders König had come to adore, the surviving members sweep right into this cursed place like it’s a holy temple.

And the fire gave her to him.

König doesn’t know where this woman came to settle from; she isn’t like the other villagers, not even the travelers with their items and skills for selling. There’s still life in her eyes. He watches her as she wanders down the street with a smile on her face, one that speaks of a kindness that not a single one of these people deserves.

She introduces herself to them too, without a title to her name, and all at once any interest fades as the ghosts wander away from her.

His mother used to force him into the church when she was still alive.

She would take him by the hand as he lumbered after her, sticking out amongst the crowd of parishioners who would sing their hymns and stare at him with contempt behind their eyes. He hated going, but he did it for his mother; father was much too busy to spend his time with her and her fantasies. But König learned of angels there, fragile feathered things, all eyes and wings that wouldn’t stand a chance against a blade.

He didn’t think delicate things could be holy until her sweet, gentle smile is cast upon him.

This lady walks right up to him, doesn’t bat an eye at his hood when her lips curl up as she introduces herself. She doesn’t mind the sack of weapons thrown over his shoulder to take to the marketplace— the swords, the daggers, none of it. Her eyes don’t even glance their way; she looks only to him.

Women like this don’t want their homes and beds covered in ash, cinder in place of incense, fire instead of honey. But still she smiles while he says nothing.

König isn’t the only man who’s heart she steals, either.

The village is all gray, smoke and rot except where she walks. Flowers spring up for the coming spring, the deer and foxes are calling out for mates, and it’s all because of her— everyone must know it.

The farmer’s son brings her fresh fruit and whispers into her ear while they pass by his shack on a stroll. The man’s arm curls around her waist so naturally that König can only be reminded of the way that dagger sank between his fathers fingers, tore off a bit of him to feed back to hungry flame. If there were any god above he knew right then that it wouldn’t want him to allow that to happen to her. Not to an angel.

When the rest of the men, dogs and seraphim sleep, König tears the farmer’s boy in two— split down chest to abdomen and left as food for the pigs, right there in the middle of the field.

He doesn’t pray, he hasn’t since the last time he knelt by his mother’s sickbed, but he closes his eyes and breathes out a wish when he leaves that bloodied dagger at her doorstep.

He doesn’t pray, but he weeps when he rallies the villagers to apprehend her. She cries and fusses, face puffy from sleep and hair a mess. There isn’t a speck of blood on her, but the vultures take her anyway. König didn’t want to see her hurt; when her eyes find his, he turns away.

The day of her execution arrives like a festival ceremony. It’s been some time since the last, the scavengers are hungry, so famished he thinks he can almost hear them lick their teeth. There would be no death today, it’s already been decided. In distant places, a single act of devotion is all it takes to save a life, one that the beasts didn’t have the right to take.

The hunger wasn’t always just for death, but for something… a turn and change like steel in fire.

When the angel is taken to her death, rope dangling from her neck like a lead meant for cattle, he steps forward, parting the crowd with an ease. He’s practiced this a time or two in the smoke already, a lonesome and loathing god in the fog. The others scurry from him, looking up at him with pinched brows and bared teeth as if to goad he take her life instead.

Instead, he only catches her eye, smiles and lowers himself on one knee.

#never in the entirety of my life did i think that i would be writing about a yandere blacksmith König but here we are

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Midnight Kiss

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x F!Reader

Warnings: None just pure fluff

Summary: A fancy dress New Years Eve party and a red dress might just get you a midnight kiss with Hangman.

Notes: Juts a quick fluffy little New Year one shot.

The Hard Deck looked great, shining and sparkling with decorations for New Years Eve. You were looking forward to seeing in 2023 with the other Daggers and also seeing the back of 2022, it had be a hard year, but the past few months back at Top Gun with the Dagger Squad had made it better. You were looking forward to all of you being able to cut loose after the last mission and just enjoy yourselves knowing that you had at least the next few days off.

Payback and Fanboy had called fancy dress and you didn’t even mind that, it had been fun going to find your costumes with Phoenix. You were also looking forward to seeing what everyone else was going to turn up wearing, though you couldn’t even begin to imagine what Mav would turn up as.

Phoenix had gone with a Great Gatsby flapper dress, and she looked stunning, you had thought about doing the same but then you had seen a copy of Marilyn Monroe’s red dress from Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. The red sequins glittered and shimmered and you had stared at it so long that Phoenix had made you go and try it on.

“Oh, my good you look amazing, you have to wear it”

Turning around in the mirror you looked at yourself from all angles, it was so beautiful, but it was also slit all the way up to the to the middle of your thighs and neckline plunged down to almost your waist.

“I really don’t think I can pull this off”

“Believe me you can more than pull it off and I can’t wait to see Hangman’s face when he sees you in this dress”

“I have told you before, Hangman is not interested in me. He flirts with everyone, I’m nothing special”

“He may flirt with everyone, but he doesn’t look at anyone else the way he looks at you”

“Quit it Phoenix, I am sure he will find himself a stunning woman to kiss at midnight”

“I am willing to bet money on the fact it will be you he is kissing at midnight”

“You can make that bet, and I will be more than happy to take your money”

“$100 says I’m right”

“I’ll feel bad about taking your money, but you’re on”

Now as you stood in the bar you were starting to regret your choice of attire, you felt like a million dollars, but you also felt nervous as the rest of the crew had never seen you in anything other than a flying suit or sports kit. And no matter how much you had protested to Phoenix earlier you were wondering how Hangman would react. You couldn’t deny your attraction to him, but you were also well aware he could have his pick of women and there was no way you could measure up.

Before you could consider further if you had chance to go home and change into something less conspicuous before anyone else arrived you heard a low whistle from behind you.

“Phoenix, Merlin looking hot”

Turning you saw Rooster walking across the bar in a full Elvis jumpsuit with Payback and Fanboy behind him rocking very cool pirate costumes.

“So, I take it the fancy dress call was just so you two could live out your pirate fantasy?”

“Hell yes, but Merlin it was also worth it so see you in that dress, you are looking damn fine, who knew you could scrub up so well”

“I’ll take that as a compliment I think”

“Ok make away the drinks are on the King”

“Why do I think that costume is going to be an excuse for you to start singing later Rooster”

“It’s Now or Never”

Groaning you all moved to let Rooster to the bar, that was not going to be the last Elvis song used in a cheesy line tonight by him.

“Anyone seen Coyote or Hangman?”

“Properly still doing their hair and waiting to make big entrance”

“Well, it isn’t easy to look this good all of the time”

Peeking out from behind Rooster you saw Hangman and Coyote sauntering over to the bar. They had both gone full cowboy, plaid shirts, jeans, finished off with waistcoats, cowboy boots and hats and gun holsters slung on their hips.

“Looking good Hangman”

“Feeling good Rooster, you getting the drinks in?”

“On it”

As Rooster stepped to the bar, he cleared the path between you and Hangman.

“Holy Shit Merlin, that is one hell of a dress”

“Well allegedly gentlemen prefer blondes”

“Yes, we do”

“Hangman are you classing yourself as a gentleman?”

“Sweetheart for you always”

Despite your initial nerves as the drinks flowed and the music played you were really enjoying yourself. Everyone hit the dancefloor and Rooster had jumped onto the piano and given his best Elvis rendition. As you leant again the piano you looked out at the rest of the squad enjoying themselves and your heart swelled. Smiling as you saw Penny and Mav at the bar dressed as a Pink Lady and a T-Bird.

Hangman couldn’t take his eyes off you, that dress was positively sinful, and you had gotten every detail perfect from the red satin shoes to the way your blond curls formed a shining halo around your face. He needed to be kissing you at midnight, come hell or high water his lips needed to be on yours. His stomach flipped as he watched you leaning up against the piano, you were radiant. He knew his feelings for you had been developing over the last few months but his usual confidence with women seemed to desert him when it came to you. And he didn’t want to just turn on the charm and get you into bed for one night, he, Jake Seresin actually wanted the whole world with you, all of it. Tonight, was going to be the night, fortune favours the brave and with you looking like that he couldn’t afford to wait around for some other guy to sweep you off your feet.

As Rooster finished singing and the music was put back on you felt someone come over and stand by your side.

“So, Marylin, do you have a dance for a cowboy”

Looking across Hangman was stood next to you in a mock bow holding his hand out to you.

Smiling you placed your hand in his and let him lead you to the dancefloor, as he swung you into his arms you caught sight of Phoenix dancing behind him, smiling she winked at you, and you rolled your eyes back at her. As the song ended and a slow song began neither of you moved, he pulled you closer and swayed you gently against him. As you felt his body against yours and rested your cheek on his you felt like you had come home, and you never wanted the dance to end. But eventually the song ended, and he released you.

Hangman glanced at his watch, there was five minutes until midnight, and he needed to make sure he was with you. When he had danced with your earlier and held you in her arms he knew his fate was sealed. Scanning the bar he searched for you, he could see Phoenix and Bob over by the bar, but he couldn’t find you. He could feel his heart sink as he scanned back around the room,

“You ok man?”

“Coyote, have you seen Merlin?”

“Ahh, getting ready to make your move at midnight?”

“Not if I can’t find her”

“Last I saw her she was over at the bar with Mav”

Hangman swung around again and there you were, laughing with Mav. As he started to move his way across to the bar, he heard the countdown begin. He strode across the bar; his only thought was to get to you before the clock struck midnight.

As you took the glass of champagne offered by Phoenix you couldn’t help but look around for Hangman, the thought of your dance echoing through your mind and as the countdown began you realised, he was the only one you wanted to be kissing as the new year began. You saw him making a beeline for you across the bar as the countdown continued and you could feel the smile spreading on your face as he grew closer. Your eyes met with his and the look of determination on his face made you smile even more. He didn’t seem to even notice the women trying to get his attention as he moved through crowd and you realised, he only had eyes for you, and it made your heart soar. He came to a stop in front of you as the countdown finished, five, four, three, two , one…

Cupping your face with his hands he pressed his lips to yours, gently at first but has he felt you respond he deepen the kiss. There might as well not have been anyone else in the room in that moment, just you and him. As you eventually broke apart to catch your breath,

“Happy New Year Merlin”

“Happy New Year Hangman”

The rest of the squad surrounded both of you,

“About time”

“Thank god, I thought they were never going to get there”

“Merlin, you can keep the $100, it was only an incentive to give you a little nudge”

Hangman looked at you with a quizzical look,

“$100?”

“She bet me $100 that we would kiss at midnight, as she seemed to think you wanted to kiss me” “Well she had that right, sweetheart I have been wanting to do that for months”

“I never thought you saw me in that way”

“Are you kidding me I was in love with you even before you wore that dress”

“Well cowboy best you take me home tonight or lose me forever”

“Yes Ma’am”

#hangman top gun #hangman fanfiction #hangman x reader #Hangman x Y/N #Jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader

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(Hey hope it's ok for me to jump in with a snippet)

The Madrigals were waiting for whoever came to get the two youngest this time. And they knew someone was coming for them. Antonio was in his silver suit and cape while Mirabel was in a silver blue shimmering dress.

So the Madrigals were waiting for the girl who would pick them up today to get here so they could drive them away. After all Antonio should be using his gift for the community now, and Mirabel was supposed to clean Casita top to bottom.

Instead of one of those strange girls however soon a man appeared. A man in a black tuxedo and wearing a mask appeared and both of the children lit up.

"Papa!" Antonio and Mirabel rushed to hug the man, and if you listened close you could hear Felix and Agustins hearts breaking.

"Isabela." Alma said sharply and her eldest granddaughter launched forward vines to restrain them.

The man merely waved a hand and the vines vanished, making the Madrigals gape.

"Don't try your magic with me. Your magic was given to you as a blessing from the Earth, and it's only because these two asked that I haven't taken your blessing away." The man said giving them a stern look as he tugged Mirabel closer and held Antonio in one arm.

"You can't take-" Alma began but was cut off.

"I am Prince Endymion of Earth, husband and consort of Queen Usagi of the Moon kingdom... Well technically I'm the King of Earth but my cousin Helios manages most of the day to day things. I only handle the big things when need be...and taking away your blessing and powers? That is certainly within my power." Endymion said and he let that fact sink in for a moment before he looked down at his children and smiled.

"Let's go kids. If we're fast and sneaky I think we can grab some ice cream before the royal function."

I FORGOT ABOUT MAMOROU LMAOOOO 🌚🌚 (ALSO TOTALLY FINE!! YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE ON THE FENCE⁉️)

My really said he would take it away. Am I saying he should do that? …

Anyway, they’re lucky Mirabel and Antonio were there. And even if it was one of the girls, what made them think their attempt would work?? I do feel bad for Agustin and Felix, though in this au and context, I ucan’t defend them. Same with Alma, I can’t defend her in every au 😭😭

Casual Endymion W

I’ve never drawn this mf but you know. I still try 💪💪

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #sailor moon mamorou #sailor moon Endymion #encanto sailor moon au

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whump-and-other-misfortunes · 4 months

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ok so how about a magic whumper who's already had their fun with whumpee, and is getting bored of them, but doesn't want to outright kill them. Instead, they place a curse on whumpee that transforms them into an animal (like a dog or a cat) and throws them out onto the street.

Then caretaker comes along and adopts whumpee, thinking that they're just taking in some skittish, abused stray, and nurses them back to health. whumpee gets used to being treated like a pet and begins to enjoy it, but then, the curse wears off.

Now caretaker's got to deal with the fact that they've accidentally conditioned whumpee into acting like a pet (and now there is a wholeass human they've got to take care of), and whumpee has to figure out how to be a person again, not really sure if they even want to.

this was meant to be a few lines at most lmao, the idea got out of hand a bit, but it would be cool to see what you could do with it if you have the time!

ohhhh my gosh! first of all, sorry for not answering this for a thousand years, life has been kicking my ass. but sndfsjhsdkhsdjkf i love this idea so much!! i'm sure caretaker is very conflicted; on one hand, they feel terrible about what has happened to whumpee and how they've unknowingly contributed to it. but on the other...whumpee just makes such a sweet little pet, even as a human.

cw pet whump, conditioned whumpee, magic whumper, accidental caretaker, dehumanization

Caretaker couldn’t believe they hadn’t realized sooner. But then, how could they have? The charm was done extremely well—undetectable even to someone who had studied magic, like Caretaker. And other than its initial skittishness, the little white cat had done nothing to indicate there was something wrong. It had warmed up to Caretaker quickly and become quite the obedient, affectionate pet. It cuddled with them, purred contentedly and nuzzled into Caretaker’s pets, and slept curled up at the foot of their bed. Caretaker rewarded them with treats and scratches behind the ears, thinking nothing of it. Until the day the curse wore off.

They realized instantly what was happening, though they were in complete disbelief. Light shimmered around the cat as it transformed back into a human, with Caretaker watching, frozen in shock. Their pet—no, that wasn’t right, was it?—sat trembling on the ground and staring up at Caretaker with wide, confused eyes.

“What the hell...” Caretaker muttered, shaking their head. They thought of the night they had found Whumpee, cold and abandoned on the side of the road, and couldn’t imagine what had happened to them that led to this.

Whumpee looked themself over, staring at their now human fingers and wiggling them. Then they glanced back up, anxious eyes meeting Caretaker’s. “I—I’m sorry,” they whispered, voice scratchy from disuse. “I don’t know what happened, Master.”

Caretaker crouched down next to them, feeling a pang of guilt when Whumpee lowered their head. “No, no, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just...very shocked.”

Out of habit, they began to pet Whumpee’s hair. They leaned into Caretaker’s hand, eager for the familiar comfort. “I promise I’ll still be good for you, Master.”

“You don’t have to call me that,” Caretaker said gently. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea you...if I’d known, I... I never would have treated you like a pet.”

Whumpee looked up quickly with a horrified expression. “No! Please...I can keep being a good pet for you. Don’t send me away.”

“I’m not going to send you away. But you’re not a pet,” Caretaker said, still stroking Whumpee’s hair.

“I am.” Whumpee’s eyes glistened with tears, one hand pawing at Caretaker’s thigh just like they used to do as a cat to get their attention. “I’m a good, obedient pet.”

Caretaker sighed, not sure what to do. They had no idea what Whumpee had been through before they had found them, but clearly whatever it was, combined with spending the last few months being treated as Caretaker’s pet, had greatly affected Whumpee’s self-perception. Caretaker didn’t know what they were going to do, but they couldn’t just give up on Whumpee. “It’s okay,” Caretaker reassured them. “We’re going to figure this out.”

#request #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #pet whump #dehumanisation #accidental caretaker #magic whump #whump recovery #conditioned whumpee

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The Water Dragon

Lanayru finally takes Hyrule to meet Faron.

AO3

“You’re gonna be in so much trouble if Sky finds out.”

Lanayru laughs at Hyrule’s comment, as they fly towards Faron’s residence in Lake Floria. The traveler steadies his breathing, safely gripped in the dragon’s hand, and the wind tousles his messy brown hair.

“Well then,” Lanayru replies. “We’ll make sure he doesn’t find out!”

Hyrule had told the rest of the Chain they were going to the woods instead, but the wily Thunder Dragon had other plans. It will only be for a little bit, he said. She’s been wanting to meet you since what happened with Four.

And so Hyrule gazes at the spacious lake below, as Lanayru begins to slow down. A clear waterfall meeting the surface in a shiny blue, shimmering with dots of sunlight. Woah… The sight of it nearly takes his breath away.

“She’s in there,” the old dragon explains, pointing ahead with his other hand. Hyrule can see a large dome-shaped structure with a partially open top. But they aren’t close enough quite yet to peer in and see her.

“Faron!!” Lanayru bellows. “It’s meee!!”

No reply is heard, and Faron does not emerge from her hall.

The traveler chuckles. “Is she not there or-“

“No, she is. Just being a stubborn little brat. Can’t hide from me forever, though.” The old dragon slows to a stop directly above the opening, and Hyrule can now make out a large blue dragon, wearing a dark robe akin to Lanayru’s yellow one. She looks up at them and instantly dives under the water.

“Oh, you-“ The Thunder Dragon huffs. “I know you’re in there! I can see you!” He lowers his voice slightly as he addresses the traveler. “Don’t worry, she’ll come out. She can’t stay underwater forever. I’ll grab her if I have to!”

“Ah…okay, then.” As Lanayru straightens up and begins to lower himself in, the slight crackling of electricity makes Hyrule’s eyes widen. Oh no. Electricity and water! “Hey, Lanayru…? Isn’t it bad for you to go in the water?”

“Ha! Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Just don’t touch my tail or horns, boy, or you’ll be in for a nasty surprise! But you’re ok, it doesn’t spread to the rest of me.”

Hyrule sighs with relief. Phew. He would rather be ridiculed by Faron ten times over than be electrocuted by his own friend.

“Oh good.” He lets himself relax as Lanayru descends into the water of her hall, the lower half of his body submerged. “So…does she know that her hiding spot is terrible?”

“Yes,” the old dragon replies, gently placing Hyrule into the palm of his other hand. “But she’ll never admit it! Stubborn little thing.”

“Well, as long as she doesn’t eat me. I mean…she won’t, right?”

“Please Rulie, you gotta trust me on this one.” Lanayru chuckles and gently pats the traveler’s head. “She’ll never eat a Hylian, even she says that’s too far—“

A loud splash brings Hyrule’s attention forward, where Faron’s head emerges from the surface. She exhales loudly, appearing frustrated. “La…Lanayru.”

“Yes, I told you it’s me.”

She slowly raises up to meet the Thunder Dragon’s eye level. The round platform in the middle of the open hall sits between the two dragons, with a dark blue basin of sorts close by. It’s not much distance, but Hyrule is still outside of Faron’s grasp.

“I know, and I’m not exactly in the mood.” Faron huffs, but her eyes move to Hyrule and her demeanor changes, relaxes even. “Ah, who may this be? I didn’t realize you brought company!”

The traveler freezes in place. Oh no. He nudges Lanayru’s palm with his hand. Please…do it for me… Luckily, the old dragon catches on.

“This is my good friend Hyrule. The one I told you about. Now he’s a little timid, so be gentle with him.”

“Ah, yes!” The Water Dragon smiles, a surprise to the hero. “The little Link. Lemme take a closer look, eh? Lanayru, won’t you bring your hands out?”

Uh oh. Bad idea bad idea bad idea-

The Thunder Dragon keeps Rulie close instead. “He’s not comfortable with you touching him.”

Oh, thank Hylia. Thank you. The last thing he wants is for Faron to grab him and bring him close to her face. From there she could easily gobble him up if she wanted to!

“Hmm, I see.” To Hyrule’s relief, she seems to let it go. “Now, young hero, what drew you to this cranky old ass dragon?”

Lanayru’s laugh bellows throughout the hall. “Hey! That is not a nice way to refer to me in front of our guest!” He taps Hyrule’s side softly. “Rulie, want to answer?”

“Sure.” He gazes uneasily at a smirking Faron. “Your Link brought us together. I…I was scared at first, but we realized that we get along quite well. He’s like a parent to me.”

“Ah, Lanayru…” Faron smiles teasingly. “What is with you and kids? You spend time with the little munchkins and they all just fall in love with you!” She makes a dramatic gesture with her arms as she speaks.

Kid?? Rulie gives her a slight glare. “I’m not a kid! I’m nineteen!”

“Still, only a child to me. Cute little boy you are, hero. I could just squish your cheeks and put you in my mouth and—“

Lanayru cuts her off sternly. “Faron.”

“Oh, my apologies—you told me I shouldn’t make that joke with him. Silly me.”

Hyrule lets out a breath he hadn’t quite realized he was holding. Being in Lanayru’s hand, a comforting feeling, helps to relax him. If Faron really did want to eat him, Lanayru would most certainly intervene.

Rulie, she’s not gonna eat you, he tells himself yet again. Stop that.

“Well,” she continues. “I suppose if we want a proper introduction, Hyrule, I shall tell you about me. I am Faron, the Water Dragon and one of the three guardians of my kind from this land. The Goddess Hylia tasked me with protecting Lake Floria and the woods that take my name…”

“Now come on, maybe a little more interesting than that!” Lanayru giggles. “Make it fun!”

“Alright, fine! If you insist. Let’s see…I flooded the entire woods once, that was exciting! I can sing quite well, I like to annoy Thunder Dragon here because I can, uh…I possess a sacred water with healing abilities. It healed my wounds in the past and recently, it helped your little friend recover.”

Hyrule points to the large basin sitting on the platform. “Is that what that thing’s for?”

“Yes. It keeps the sacred water pure and isolated from the lake water. Anyone who wishes to be healed can simply go inside. I adjust the water level accordingly.”

That’s right. Four had indeed mentioned a basin—it must have been this one. The small hero was probably confused upon waking up in there, wondering why he was in a giant container with water all around…

“You know, I have to give this one to her,” Lanayru adds, bringing Rulie’s attention back. “She is very good with sacred water. Well, except I heard from our Link that she whined and begged for him to give her more.” The Thunder Dragon clears his throat, attempting to raise his voice. “Waaaah! Please, Link, I neeed water right nooow!! Pleeeease?”

Hyrule can’t help but laugh at his friend's terrible impression.

“Lanayru, stop that! I was injured, I needed it.” The Water Dragon gives the two a small eye roll in frustration.

“You could have asked nicely, though. Link came all this way to reach you, he deserved more respect.”

Hyrule has to admit, he’s with Lanayru on this one. Not that he wouldn’t ever side with Lanayru, but…Sky may be right here. Faron is a little…weird. Something is slightly off about the way she acts that shows a bit of entitlement.

“Okay, I get it. I don’t want to argue about this again.” She turns her focus to Rulie, giving him a cheeky grin. “See what I have to deal with? Ah, but I digress. Young hero…I have heard many good things. You’re all Lanayru talks about these days.”

“Wait…really?” he asks, feeling the old dragon gently pat his head.

“Yes, and it’s exhausting!” Faron’s tone is thankfully lighthearted. “It’s all Rulie, Rulie, Rulie. I miss Rulie. I want to give this to Rulie.” She sighs, leaning in a bit closer. “So. It’s good to finally put a face to the name.”

The traveler’s heart skips a beat at her movement, realizing he’s still not quite certain that he won’t become her dinner. Is her niceness all an act? Will she fly forward, reach her hand out and grab him? No Hyrule, it’s okay, she won’t eat you!

“Well, it’s uh…nice to meet you, Water Dragon.”

“Likewise.” To his surprise, she actually…smiles? A real, genuine smile, not the smirks she’s been giving Lanayru. “You’re a strong young man, Hyrule. A true hero, from what I see. Thunder Dragon’s been lucky to have you.”

A…true hero? She had decided that simply from looking at him. He remembers, however, that Sky hadn’t gotten the same treatment…he wasn’t strong enough in her eyes even with the Master Sword. Why?

“He’s been through so much,” Lanayru explains. “The least I can do is be there for him. Let him have fun while he’s here.”

Faron nods her head, gazing at Hyrule’s small form still in the old dragon’s palm. Does he like her? Not really, he decides. But she isn’t half as bad as he’d expected. She’s actually kinda nice to me!

“Well,” she states, “I suppose I could make it a bit more ‘fun’ in here, don’t you think? Hmm…”

Hyrule ponders the thought for a second, but to his relief Lanayru answers first. “Why don’t you show him your part of the song?”

“What song-? Oh, the Song of the Hero?” Faron laughs. “I haven’t done that in quite a while! And besides, Rulie…you may be a hero, but are you worthy to hear this sacred melody? The one I kept for over two thousand years from the Goddess Hylia?”

Oh no. The same behavior she had exhibited with Sky during his adventure. Perhaps Hyrule was wrong in thinking he’d be different.

“Lanayru sings his part to me all the time,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders. “I see no reason for you not to.”

“He’s right,” says Lanayru. “Come on Faron, just do it. He wants to hear it.”

The Water Dragon sighs. “Ugh. Okay, I will. But on one condition…you have to do it with me.”

Hyrule’s brow furrows. Me?? But he can’t- Oh. She is talking to Lanayru.

“Fine. Count me in.”

She makes a gesture with her claw, whispering one, two, three, four, and the two dragons begin their melody. Faron’s voice is much more high-pitched than Lanayru’s, but the way they flow together is…beautiful.

As they move through the song, Rulie watches Faron’s movements, the blue magic swirling through the air, the way she gracefully connects the notes with ease…and he hears the familiar thunderous voice of Lanayru from above him.

It’s enough to take his breath away in amazement.

When they eventually trail to a stop, Hyrule can’t help but clap to himself quietly. He didn’t want them to finish, he didn’t want the song to end.

“Well…” Faron speaks again. “How did you like that, hero?”

“I loved it. You have a very good singing voice, Water Dragon.” Just like both Lanayru and Eldin…all three dragons are remarkable singers. Was it a gift from Hylia?

“Why thank you. Just don’t expect me to do this again. At least, next time it won’t be free.”

Oh, she makes you pay, he thinks to himself. Stubborn brat.

“Stop that, Faron.” Lanayru’s voice is firm. “Try to be a little more gentle around Rulie, ok? We don’t want to scare him away.”

She huffs. “What, am I intimidating?!”

“Just a little, I’d say. But I can’t speak for him…what do you think, boy?”

“Oh,” The traveler blinks in surprise. “I mean- I struggle opening up sometimes, so…it might take me a while, but I’m alright.”

He doesn’t want to share his feelings about her, since they aren’t all that great and would probably be better kept to himself. She appears to be self-centered, whiny, and a bit demanding. Of course, she is actually nicer than he’d thought, leading him to think that maybe she isn’t too bad after all.

“Ah, I see,” the Water Dragon replies. “I’ll try my best, young hero. Perhaps you should just spend some more time with me.”

Well, that’s just great. He had hoped to leave soon, making this a short visit, but she seems to have other plans. If he says no, he fears, she will become upset with him…and he does not want to make Faron upset.

So reluctantly, he agrees.

And when they eventually leave the hall to visit more of Lake Floria, he confines himself to Lanayru’s familiar, comfortable grip. He still doesn’t want her to touch him.

#bailey writes #lanayru the thunder dragon #linked universe #lu hyrule #lanayrulie #faron the water dragon #he’s already scared she’s gonna eat him and it’s the first meeting o.o #rulie baby she won’t eat you #lanayru being best grandpa as usual #babeys :)#faron and lanayru sibling shenanigans #because they surely act like they’re brother and sister xD

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crystallizabethine · 1 year

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Dance With You: A Lavashipping Oneshot

Happy White Day!!! I had Cole/Kai A pairing for the @ninjago-valentine-exchange event!

Summary: Kai and Cole go to an LGBT dance and are cute together. Also Kai hasn't told Nya they're dating...

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“Hey Kai guess what!”

Kai looked up from his phone as Cole came over and plopped down next to him on the couch. His boyfriend’s eyes were bright and he looked very pleased about something.

“What?”

Cole thrust two slips of paper towards Kai, “There's a LGBT+ dance happening at Laughy's Karaoke Bar tonight, and I got us tickets!”

Kai took the tickets from Cole and examined them. They were thicker than he thought they’d be. A glittery overlay shimmered over their surfaces as Kai read the words Admit One: Pride Prom! Food! Drink! Fun! 7:00-Midnight (ID required for alcoholic beverages)

Kai rubbed his thumb over the smooth, shiny slips, doubt in the back of his mind. “Cole, this is… really sweet of you, but you do know I don't know how to dance, right?”

“That's okay, I can teach you some moves! Besides, there's no one right way to dance, you just got to feel the music and let yourself move with it.” Cole let his arms wiggle around as he said that, and Kai smiled despite his initial qualms. Cole was just too adorable to resist.

“If you say so,” Kai answered, then immediately followed up with “Oh shoot, what should I wear?”

“I don't think it really matters,” Cole replied. “I mean it is a pride event, so, something gay?”

“Alright, Kai, something gay, something gay… something…gay…” Kai stared at the jumble of shirts on his unmade bed. So far all he’d found were some t-shirts, old ninja ghis from past seasons, and a sweater vest that he was pretty sure was actualy Zane’s. Despite that possibly being the gayest piece of clothing in the room, Kai didn’t even consider it. It was a bit too dorky for his taste.

Kai sighed and rubbed his chin in thought. Cole had said that dressing fancy wasn’t a requirement, but he’d forgotten one small thing about dating Kai: He was dating Kai, and Kai didn’t go anywhere looking only half his best. Kai turned back to the messy bed, rubbing his hands together, “Let’s do this!”

“Do what?”

Kai’s hands produced a sudden startled spark of flame, and he felt his insides shift as he whirled around to see Nya in the doorway, one hand on her hip, looking at him in curiosity.

“Oh, uhm, nothing! It’s nothing!” He started gathering up the shirts while still maintaining eye contact with his sister, “Just getting rid of some old shirts! Gonna revamp my wardrobe. Can’t have Jay owning more nice outfits than me, amiright?” Kai hoped his unsuspicious smile didn’t look as fake as it felt.

Nya puffed at some stray bangs that had fallen over her eye, “Are you going clothes shopping with Cole then? He mentioned you two were going out later.”

Oh he did, did he? Kai nodded, “Yeahp! Gonna drop off our old clothes at a thrift store, shop around, hit the arcade—bro stuff.”

“Ok, have fun! Jay and I are going out later too, so maybe we’ll run into each other!”

I highly doubt that.

Before Nya could say anything else, Jay’s voice rang out from across the hall, “Nya, have you seen my Miku binder?”

“Did you leave it in my room?”

Before Kai could question why Jay’s binder would be in her room, Nya had disappeared, leaving him alone with his sorry pile of unfancy clothes.

Kai picked up a red hoodie he hadn’t noticed before. The fabric sported a scaley flowery pattern, and there were flame designs going up the back and down the arms. Kai held it up to himself. “Welp, it could be gayer, but it’s the best we got.” Kai pulled the hoodie over his head and checked himself out in the mirror. He looked more cozy than fancy, but Cole was always telling him how cuddly he looked anyways so he supposed it wasn’t the end of the world. Though now that he looked closer at the pattern, he was reminded of one of Nya’s outfits, which gave him an idea…

“I can’t believe you stole Nya’s clothes!”

“Ah—hey, no, I borrowed them. Bor-rowed. There’s a difference, babe.” Kai checked his reflection in the rearview mirror of Cole’s car to make sure his eyeliner hadn’t smudged. It hadn’t and Kai winked at himself, grinning. “What do you think, Cole, Do I look pretty enough for you?”

Cole kept his eyes on the road, “I already told you you look amazing, but yes, Kai,” he stole a quick glance before looking ahead again, “Who knew a boob window would look so good on you?”

“I know!” Kai answered, “And she just had it in the back of her closet! I’ve never even seen her wear it before!” They paused at a stoplight. Daylight was nearly gone by now and the red glowed pleasantly on everything.

“You know,” Cole hesitated, “She probably would’ve given it to you if you’d asked.”

It was Kai’s turn to look ahead. His boyfriend was right, of course Nya would have. But she also would’ve wanted to know what he was dressing up for, and that… He sighed; he just wasn’t ready to tell her. He wanted to. He wanted to tell her everything about him and Cole, about how much he loved him, about the special times they spent together. But any time he imagined telling her there was a weight in his stomach that wouldn’t leave.

The strong warmth of Cole’s hand on his pulled him out of his thoughts. Cole squeezed gently, “It’s gonna be okay, Kai. Whenever you’re ready to tell her, she’ll understand.”

Kai smiled softly and held onto his hand the rest of the drive.

A giant rainbow banner hung above the entrance to Laughy’s, and balloons floated on either side of the doors. The music could be heard from outside and Kai hoped it wouldn’t be too loud in there.

“Fun fact, I’ve never been to a prom before,” Kai said after Cole had turned in their tickets.”

“And I’ve never been to one with a guy before!” Cole replied, eyes shining with excitement.

“Wait, really? Handsome guy like you?”

Cole shrugged, “I wouldn’t have gone at all if Dad hadn’t made me. He’d say that ‘no son of mine will miss an opportunity to outshine potential dance competitors under my watch!’”

"Pfft" Kai knew that Cole’s dad was trying to be better, but stories like these made him lowkey want to fight him.

“Him expecting me to go with girls didn’t help either.”

Kai winced in sympathy. Not there was anything wrong with girls, girls were amazing, cool, and pretty! But it must have sucked for Cole if he’d wanted to ask cute boys out instead.

Inside, the music was even louder, and the bar was decked out in sparkly streamers and colorful, rotating neon lights. There were people in different outfits standing around, dancing, and getting food from the bar. Kai saw Dareth serving drinks and vibing to the music when there was no one to be served. Near where Kai and Cole had entered, there was a photo setup with a cute background and a table to the side that was filled with silly trinkets and accessories to be used as props.

Kai tugged his boyfriend towards it excitedly, “Come on!” Once they were over there, Kai pulled out his phone to take some selfies of them. His breath hitched in surprise when Cole kissed his cheek for one of them., and Kai poked him in the ribs in the spot he knew was ticklish in response. This made Cole squeak at a higher pitch than either of them were expecting, and they both cracked up. Kai then remembered the props and grabbed some fancy glasses. Cole donned a hat that looked like a rotisserie chicken and handed Kai a sign that said “I can't dance” in a silly rainbow font.

After many, many more silly pictures, they turned their attention to the dance floor where a dozen or so couples were throwing it down to upbeat disco music. Cole looked at Kai excitedly and pulled him onto the floor.

Kai was elated to finally be there, but the music was extremely loud and pounded in his ears uncomfortably and he worried that he wouldn't be able to do this after all.

No, you can do this. This is really important to him.

However, the pounding in his skull needed to stop. “Hey Cole, could we move a little further away from the speaker?”

“What?” Cole asked over the noise.

Kai pulled him closer and repeated himself.

“Oh yeah sure!” Kai guided him as far away from the speakers as he could while still keeping them in the dance area.

Once they’d established their place in the room, Cole immediately started busting out moves. Compared to him, Kai felt stiff and awkward. He was still vibing with the music, but he couldn't help feeling eyes watching him from all around.

Don't focus on that, he told himself, focus on Cole. Focus on us. This is our night; it shouldn't matter what others think.

He found himself captivated by the way Cole danced. He did it so naturally, letting his body move to the beat and letting the music flow through him. It reminded Kai of how he looked when he was connecting with his powers, except more elegant and fluid. Cole was one with himself and his movements, and he was beautiful. Kai imagined that it was just the two of them there, and felt himself loosen up significantly.

“Feel the music and let yourself move with it.” Cole’s voice echoed in Kai’s head and he closed his eyes, leting himelf get lost to the current song’s beat.

His eyes flung open again when Cole suddenly decided to grab his hands and spin him around like a top and dip him. Kai found himself supended inches from the ground as his boyfriend’s golden brown eyes stared into his own.

Kai grinned, “Hello there!”

“Pfft, you’re a dork,” Cole responded with a small laugh as he pulled Kai back up to a standing position and held him close.

Kai’s heart melted at how cute Cole looked when he laughed, and he had half a mind to kiss that smile of his. Their faces were already so close… Cole seemed to have the same idea, because his eyes fluttered shut and he and leaned in, his lips parted slightly. Kai was about to meet him halfway, but right before he closed his eyes, he caught sight of two familiar figures entering the bar.

“Cole, there’s a problem,” He whisper yelled, feeling panic claw at his insides.

Cole looked at him in concern, “What, does my breath smell or something?”

“No, Nya and Jay are here!”

“What?” Cole glanced past Kai and his eyes widened in recognition.

Kai squeezed Cole’s hand, “What do we do?”

“Welp, face the music, I guess, cause Jay is waving at us.”

“WHAT?”

Kai’s mind was racing. He had to leave; he couldn’t let Nya see him. He wasn’t ready—oh my gosh they were coming this way…

“…and I mean now that I think about it, if they’re here at a pride event then there’s really nothing to worry about, right?” Kai barely heard Cole’s attempts to reassure him, because he’d locked eyes with Nya, who was giving him an unreadable look. Kai gulped, those looks were always the most worrisome with her.

Jay waved again as they got closer, “Hey, Kai! Cole! Didn’t expect to see you here!”

“Jay, bro!” Cole replied, and fist bumped him. Nya eyed Kai intentionally as their respective boyfriends continued talking, and Kai followed her to a quieter part of the bar, bracing himself for whatever his sister was about to say.

Nya looked him dead in the face, “Why haven’t you told us you two were together? Why didn't you tell me? I'm your sister. We’re supposed to tell each other stuff like this!”

“I dunno,” Kai mumbled, not making eye contact, “I guess I was worried you’d be upset for some reason.”

“Where did you get that stupid idea?” Nya asked, indignantly. “I’ve known you and Cole have been dating for months now, and you are perfect for each other! I’ve been waiting for you to tell me, but apparently you don’t trust me enough! Again, I'm your sister! I support you no matter what.” Nya pulled her brother into a hug, “I want you to be happy, Kai, you deserve it, especially after all we’ve been through. And I’m here for you if you ever need to talk about this stuff.”

Kai felt a bit of moisture in his eyes and returned the hug, holding onto Nya tightly. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. You really are the best sister, you know that?” He whispered.

“Oh, I know it.”

Kai snorted in amusement and Nya let go first. Kai then remembered, “I am confused though, why are you and Jay here? Aren't you straight couple?”

Nya looked at him funnily, “Jay is trans man Kai. It's an LGB-T prom, not just a gay prom.”

Kai slapped his hand against his forehead, “I don't know why I keep forgetting that. You are totally right!”

“Also, if you ever steal my clothes without my permission again, I will bust out your baby pictures to show Cole.”

“Oh no, anything but that!” Kai responded, half-jokingly, “but noted.”

A more calming, romantic song began to play, and Kai was suddenly pulled away from Nya and found himself face to face with Cole, who put a hand on his waist and began guiding him through simple dance steps. They swayed from side to side, gazing into each other's eyes. Cole was smiling at him with the cutest look of adoration on his face.

“What are you smiling at?” Kai asked him with a raised eyebrow and a curious smirk.

“Just about how gorgeous you are,” Cole answered.

Kai felt his face flush and he sputtered, “Yeah? Well, you are... really… rockin’?” Kai winced at how lame that sounded, but it just made Cole laugh.

“Oh my gosh that sounds like something Jay would say.” He snorted.

Kai looked Cole in the eyes, “Come on, give me a break. I’m used to being the one saying the smooth pick up lines, not the one getting them said to me!”

“You’re adorable. Hey, how’d it go with Nya?”

“She said she figured it out months ago.”

Cole chuckled, “Of course she did, can’t hide anything from her.”

Kai looked over at his sister—who was totally stealing the spotlight with Jay as they did their special dance routine—and smiled, “She also said we’re perfect for each other.”

“Damn right we are!” Cole pressed a kiss to Kai’s temple, “I love you so much, Kai!”

Kai knew that he would never get tired of hearing Cole say that to him. He pressed his forehead against Cole’s and replied, “I love you too, more than anything.” Then Kai kissed him on the dance floor, surrounded by people just like him, finally unafraid of what anyone would say.

Thank you for reading!!

The art I based the fic on was made by the talented @ninjapolis and can be found HERE.

The A03 version of this fic can be found HERE.

#ninjago valentine exchange #ninjago oneshot #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago fluff #kai x cole #cole x kai #lavashipping #ninjago lavashipping #hallo i'm here i'm queer i've fallen down the lavashipping hole and don't mind it here #ninjago cole #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #ninjago jay #trans jay #gay cole #bi kai #buncha fruit ninjas lmao

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ficklecat · 8 months

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Hi! I really love all your Gai x Kakashi stories, they are very beautiful and you always develop their dynamic very well. 🩷💜

I also wanted to know, what do you think about a fic where Kakashi is totally in love with Gai, but he thinks Gai is very straight, so he thinks he won't reciprocate his feelings, however he later discovers that Gai is not as straight as he thought?

Oh thank you so much anon! Glad to hear you enjoy my fics :3

I've considered a one shot idea very similar to that honestly, but I've yet to write it! However...you've inspired a lil drabble so here ya go ;)

Summer is hard on a man who wears a mask, but that's not why his face is so hot.

The sun is beating down and he's shielding his eyes and he's watching Gai from the bank of the river and he swears, he swears he must be drooling too because there's no way it's that wet beneath his mask and Gai is just. so. hot.

Gai floats on his back in the sun and he’s positively shimmering, glistening like the water’s surface. He’s smiling and Kakashi feels his heart tug him to the water but he waits. He watches a little longer. Always, just out of reach.

“Rival!” Gai calls. “The water is perfect! Come cool off with me!”

But how, when Kakashi’s body feels on fire every time he looks at him? Gai, who never seems to have a clue at how he feels, who’s so very likely to be nothing more to him than his best friend - which is fine, that’s fine, that’s more than fine - but even still. Just one kiss would be enough. One caress. One breath and he’d be able to—

“Kakashi come swim with me!” Gai calls insistently. “You are positively melting over there I just know it!”

“Maa, I’m coming, relax,” Kakashi calls back. He looks around, satisfied the privacy of the spot they picked, and strips down to his underwear. He saves his mask for last, debates on whether he should keep it on to hide his blush, but carefully slides it off. A risk, but he’ll take it. It’s too hot anyway.

He wades into the water and sighs as it cools him, relief fresh and exhilarating as he makes his way to Gai, who is now back stroking down the bend. He comes up just close enough that he’s within reach of him but stops and watches instead, once again. He splashes him a little and Gai roars with laughter when he notices.

“See? Isn’t it lovely?” Gai asks genuinely and god he is just beaming, he’s gorgeous, he’s so very oblivious, he’s everything Kakashi wants, and Kakashi is just seconds from kissing him.

“Rival?”

“Ah. Yeah. Sorry. Just…it’s a little cold.”

“All the more refreshing!” Gai declares and splashes him playfully. Kakashi smirks and they boyishly chase each other around, pushing water towards each other, grazing bare arms and legs. Kakashi knows this is as close as he can get. That’s ok. He can laugh like this and smile and have fun and he can want to kiss him so badly and refrain, and it can be enough. No one makes him feel like this, no one will. He wonders if Gai feels the same in some way, even if it’s not quite what he’s feeling himself. Maybe he’ll ask one day. But not today. It’s too hot today. He’d melt today. He’d combust.

When they’ve had their fill of the river they emerge on the bank, breathless and dripping and giddy. They lay in the grass, drying in the sun, and Kakashi watches Gai as Gai sprawls out, preening, eyes closed.

“This is nice,” Gai says. Kakashi hums and closes his eyes himself now, unable to stare further without wavering in his resolve.

“It is good to be here with you rival,” Gai says. Kakashi smiles, warmed by more than the sun now. Rival is enough, he tells himself.

“It’s good to be here with you too,” he confesses. It’s quiet another moment before Kakashi cracks open an eye to see Gai hovering over him, a droplet falling just in time onto his cheek.

“Gai?”

“Yes!”

“What are you doing?”

“Well, I was thinking, I’d very much like to kiss you, if that’s alright!”

Kakashi blinks.

“What.”

Gai doesn’t waver.

“I said I’d very much like to—“

“I heard what you said.”

Gai grins.

“It’s fine if you do not feel the same!” he says. “But today is a day for seizing the moment! And I think we are both truly experiencing our youthfulness to the fullest! So I wanted to ask you!”

Kakashi is dumbstruck and feels like he’s staring directly at the sun, even with Gai blocking it. It looks like a halo around his wet black hair.

“But you’re…are you…?”

“Would you like me to kiss you, Kakashi?” he says it softer this time, gentler, more earnest. And Kakashi is burning again. He burns and burns and when Gai finally leans in and his lips touch his, when the touch becomes a kiss, when the kiss has hands and tongue and teeth, Kakashi is aflame.

In the summer sun, with Gai’s lips on his, Kakashi blazes. No cooling to be had for the flame, he lets it ignite within him, and swallow him whole.

#axel replies #anon ask #kakagai #fic drabble

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freswoe · 5 months

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for hermit fanon swap thingo

cat grian

cyborg impulse

monster gem

guardian ren

ok so i May have started writing a bit for guardian!ren and then it kind of got away with me (also some cat!grian towards the end, and a bit of avian!mumbo because i can't help myself). so. please enjoy and there Will Be More :]

There’s a reason why Ren wears sunglasses, and there’s a reason why he’s the king. The two aren’t mutually exclusive.

“Are- do you like them, sire?” Bdubs asks as Ren turns the diamond sunglasses over in his hands, the stone cool against his skin. With the blue tint they’ll provide, it’ll almost be like he’s back again, in amongst the stone and faint light and almost-perfect silence. He holds the glasses up to his own eyes, stares into the lenses. They weigh less than he thought they might, but- no, wait, there’s the telltale purple enchantment shimmer. His current glasses - tinted black, for when he first emerged and the sun made his eyes ache - are heavy on the bridge of his nose, almost always slipping down just the tiniest amount. Not like they really have anything to rest on beyond his face.

(Where Ren’s ears should be is only a mass of hair, sticking upwards like the ears of a dog. It’s a good thing no-one’s ever tried to pet him like one; he isn’t certain they’ll like what they feel there).

Ren shakes himself, shoots a grin at Bdubs. Of course he noticed that his glasses were slipping, so he enchanted them to make them lighter. Feather-falling isn’t just good for boots, apparently.

“Absolutely, my dude! It’s super thoughtful of you. Thanks!”

Bdubs looks at Ren, unmoving. Ren looks at Bdubs, also unmoving.

“Um, are you- are you going to put them on, sire?” he asks tentatively, and internally Ren curses.

“Oh! Oh, yeah, sure thing but- ah-” he stammers, searching for an excuse, something-

“I should put them on alone first,” he finishes lamely. “Ceremonial, right? All my subjects witnessing me in my new gear at the same time?”

Bdubs’ face falls and Ren wishes that he could tell him the truth - take off his glasses, take off the crown, fall before him and take his hands and tell him I’m sorry, it isn’t you, I’m just trying to protect you but he doesn’t. Bdubs bows deeply and leaves the throne room, shutting the door behind him, and Ren buries his face in his hands and sighs.

The climb to the beacon is more difficult than he remembers. Then again, he still isn’t used to the diamond-encrusted robe and the weight of the crown on his head, but even so, when he reaches it he has to pause for a moment, survey the lands.

Under his kingship, the server is cleaning up. The redistribution of diamonds is working well, and it seems folks aren’t just completing his quests, but enjoying them too. Of course, there’s talk of a rebellion on the horizon, but frankly if there wasn’t talk of one, he’d start getting worried. They’re happy. More than that, they’re safe.

That’s the duty of a king, isn’t it? Courage in battle, making strategic plans, governing frugally and governing generously, all of that stems from one simple goal: keep your people safe.

A king is a warrior, a strategist, a friend, a protector of his people.

Ren tilts his head up, the beacon’s beam thrumming deeply next to him, shooting a bright beam of pure white into the heavens. He closes his eyes, and with one shaking hand (the other clutched so tightly to his new glasses that he’s thankful they’re made of diamond) he removes his old sunglasses.

A king is just a guardian by a different name.

Ren opens his eyes.

“Grian,” Mumbo calls distantly. “Did- did you see that?”

With a herculean effort, Grian forces himself to stop batting at the hanging vines dangling from his bridge and latches onto them instead, clawing his way up to where Mumbo stands. His brow is furrowed slightly, and his wings (dusty grey-black, fading to red at the tips) are fluffed up the smallest amount. Grian’s ear twitches, but he manages to ignore the instinct for now. He can sneak-attack Mumbo later.

“See what?” he asks nonchalantly.

“That,” Mumbo points, nodding towards Ren’s castle. “The beacon. For a second- I don’t know. I might’ve been seeing things.”

“No, you can’t just leave me with that! What did you see?” Grian pesters, tail flicking from side to side.

“I’m really not sure,” Mumbo replies. “But it looked like- like, for just a second, there was a second beacon beam.”

“Huh,” says Grian. “Weird.”

And then he sneak-attacks Mumbo, of course.

#hermit fanon swap #guardian!ren #cat!grian #avian!mumbo #specifically he's a tailorbird because heeheehoohoo #anyways yes this is probably incoherent but!! hope you enjoy <3 #ren the king makes me feel shrimp emotions #my writing #hermitcraft #grian #rendog #mumbo jumbo #answered asks

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the-passenger-if · 1 year

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I have read through The Passenger now so many times since it was released, having known nothing of it prior to its release date, and have now read through your entire tumblr. I might be obsessed, and I am perfectly okay with that! I love these characters that you have created, and have had so much fun playing the game!

I also got inspired by so many of the great asks you've answered and would love to request a snippet of Livvy babysitting MC and Horizon's kid(s). I just adore Livvy's sibling energy and Horizon deserves happiness with their eldritch abomination family and cult.

Prompt about baby Newman-Escudero here; prompt about baby Newman-Brandle here.

Prompt under the cut.

Livvy doesn’t like the ranch. There’s something deeply off about the way people here—Horizon’s flock, that��s what her sibling called them—smile, and talk, and just… look at her. Window dressing. That’s the expression Squirt used to describe their partner’s ‘job’ and that had been all good and well at first, but now, seven years later, her sibling is married to and has a kid with this unconventional (con artist) person.

Her Squirt doesn’t seem to mind the stares as they stroll down the courtyard, nonchalantly talking about their kid and assuring Livvy she will have no problem looking after them for a week, while they, Horizon, and not a small size of the flock are attending a seminar.

“They are a bit fuzzy in the mornings,” Squirt is saying, “but once they’ve had their breakfast they go back to normal. Just give them space and don’t force them to interact.” They chuckle a bit, the expression of the closest (cultist) member of the flock goes from a dizzy smile to an ecstatic grin at the sound her sibling makes. “I should know; Horizon is a lot like that in the mornings too.”

When Livvy feels Squirt watching her out of the corner of her eye, her gaze jumps from the elated look on the person’s face to her sibling’s soft smile. “Uh… yes. I mean,” she offers them what she hopes is a casual shrug, “there was no way to make you mingle if you didn’t feel like it either, so they might take after both of you.”

“Yes,” they reply, their eyes only slightly narrowed now. So, they did catch her staring. If she had any doubts, they vanish the moment Squirt looks over their shoulder. When they turn to stare straight ahead, Livvy notices the flat expression on their face before it’s replaced by another carefree smile. “Look Livvy,” they say, “I know the flock can be a bit… peculiar. But only a few will remain here, the rest is either coming with us, or going away for a week. The ones that stay were handpicked by Horizon and me, and will be giving you a hand.”

“Sorry,” she says glancing at her shoes, anything else seems too tricky to stare at right now. “It’s just,” she hazards a look at them; the soft smile is still in place, but they are making intense eye contact too: their I've-made-up-my-mind look. “They give me the creeps. I know you can take care of yourself, I suppose Horizon can too. But a baby? You let this… this flock around your kid?”

“They are harmless, Livvy.” The shift in their smile would be imperceptible to anyone that didn’t know them the way she does. There’s something half feral, half amused there. “They would die for my child.”

The chills that run down Livvy's spine are impossible to suppress.

Her sibling’s dangerous smirk shifts once more, turns into something amicable, bashful even. “But there’s no need for that,” they say with a shrug. “C’mon, that’s our cabin right there.”

As they approach, Horizon emerges from inside beaming at them. They are wearing flowy pants and a linen t-shirt, looking the part of a yoga instructor. Their long black hair bounces around them as they close the distance.

They are opening their arms now, and maybe they see something in Livvy’s face, because they stop in front of her. “Livvy,” they say and their gray eyes shimmer, delighted. “Is it ok if I hug you? It’s been a while.”

“Uh, sure.”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to,” Horizon assures her. There’s a small frown between their styled brows, a subtle worried look on their face.

Livvy can’t help the twinge of guilt in her stomach. Horizon might be a con artist, and maybe that should be enough to keep her from trusting them at all… but they’ve been nothing but a sweetheart every time they’ve met, and she knows how much they love her sibling and nibling.

“It’s ok,” she tells them. “Don’t mind me.” She even smiles, the faint gesture turning earnest as Horizon beams and envelopes her in a comforting hug. She has to laugh when they rock her side to side.

“You smell like a tea shop,” she tells them when they take a step back.

“Oh? I hope that’s a good thing?” Horizon throws her sibling a confused yet amused look.

“It is,” Livvy assures them. The tension that has been building on her shoulders since yesterday diminishes a little bit, and then, when she glances at the entrance of the cabin, it ebbs off a bit more. “Hey, baby.” She grins at her nibling.

The kid watching her is thin and tall for their age. And, although, their face blends her sibling’s and Horizon’s features beautifully, Livvy sees so much of her Squirt’s young years in them that her heart turns into a warm puddle inside her chest.

“Hi, aunt Livvy,” they mutter, stepping out to stand beside Horizon.

Livvy crouches down, opens her arms. Her nibling looks up at Horizon, and Horizon nudges them gently. Their gray eyes shine like sun rays on the surface of a pond as they watch their child.

Squirt’s baby is shy but they give amazing hugs. “Did you miss me, hon?” Livvy asks with her face buried in their hair.

“Mh-hm.”

Squirt mentions something about their luggage and Horizon and they disappear in the cabin, but Livvy isn’t really listening; her attention is wholly set on the little kid in her arms.

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Inside the cabin

They are smirking at Horizon.

“What?”

“Since when do you offer hugs?”

Horizon can feel the smile tugging at the corner of their mouth. “She looked like she needed one.”

“You’re so manipulative,” they say but there’s no heat behind their words… or at least not the bad kind of heat.

Horizon chuckles through their teeth. “It isn’t manipulation if I’m honestly trying to make people feel better, my love.” They steal a kiss. “At any rate, I don’t need to influence Livvy.” They watch their sister-in-law holding hands with their child, face bright with adoration as she listens to their chatter. “There’s nothing to convince her of.”

Part 2 here.

#ask #tp horizon #tp livvy #this ended up more livvy getting freaked out #than livvy babysitting #but that’s where my brain decided to go

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justmeinadaze · 2 years

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Date Night (Surprise!) Steve X Reader

Warnings: Smitten Steve, Wonderful, Proud Wife. Smut for sure. Cameo from Steve's dad.

Word Count: 2140

Steve loses his balance as he crashes in through the apartment’s front door. “Shit! Fucking hell. They need to come fix that.” Steve mutters to himself. The door had been getting stuck so occasionally you guys had to push into it with a little force. The apartment you shared wasn’t glamourous but it worked for you both. A few months after you two got married, Steve left his job at his dad’s business to work for a marketing firm downtown so he wasn’t making the same money he was before. Currently, his office was the mail room but he knew if he worked hard, he’d make his way up the ladder.

“Steven”, Mr. Harrington reaches around his shoulder pulling him in so only his son could hear. “Look, you’re a married man now. You have a wife to take care of. Now is not the time to be chasing silly dreams. Come back to the office. Your job is still there.”

Steve shimmied out of his father’s embrace. “Yeah, thanks for the support, Dad but I think my wife and I will be ok.”

“Will she be ok living in a dump till you decide to get your life together!?”

“She will.” You voice comes up from behind Steve as you plant yourself firmly by his side. “She has faith in her husband and I know he can achieve whatever he sets his mind to.” You glare at his father as you add, “But thanks for your concern.”

Steve’s dad huffs as he turns to make his way through the party guests. Steve’s arm comes up to wrap around your shoulder as you in turn wrap your arms around his waist looking up at him admiringly.

“Will you marry me?”

You smile, leaning on your tip toes to give him a kiss. “I already did! There was a ceremony and everything. You should have been there.” His teeth flash as he laughs at you, kissing the tip of your nose. “Steve, you know I don’t care right? As long as we’re together I don’t care where we are.” His hand moves down your back rubbing it comfortingly.

“I know, babe. I know.”

It takes him awhile before he actually makes note of his surroundings. The apartment lights are dimmed and there are candles spread out on the dining room table. The scent coming from the kitchen smells delicious. There’s soft music playing on the record player from the living room.

“Uh, Honey? I think we were robbed by nice people!”

“Steve Harrington, what the hell are you talking about.” You reply with giggle as you make your exit from the bedroom down the hall. Steve’s jaw drops as the papers he was holding slips from his grasp. You’re wearing this beautiful red silk dress that’s hugging your curves just right. Your hair was flowing down over your shoulders just the way you know Steve liked. On your feet were shimmering red heels with a strap that wrapped around your ankles.

“Did…what…am…” Steve stammers out trying to form words. “Am I dying?”

You laugh at him as you coyly bite your bottom lip. “No, you goofball. I just know you’ve been working really hard at the firm and you had your interview today to move up so I wanted to surprise you. Show you how proud I am of you.”

He’s still frozen by the door staring at you. You glide over to him, reaching for his hand, and guide him over to a chair at the kitchen table. Leaning over him you pull off his suit jacket and place it delicately on the chair behind him. You head for the kitchen, coming back with a big dish of pasta you know is Steve’s favorite.

“Baby”, he sighs in disbelief, “You really didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” You reach for the bottle of wine and hand it to him so he can pop it open. You lean at the same time he does to take it from you. “Honey, it’s ok for someone to be proud of you.” He reaches up and places two fingers under your chin guiding you to his lips.

“I don’t deserve you.” He says as he uncorks the wine. He pours himself a glass but as he reaches over to pour you one you cover the top with your hand.

“No. None for me tonight. I’m ok with water.”

You both talk about his day as you two devour the dinner you made him. His eyes light up when he tells you about his interview and how his boss complimented his ideas. Steve was always so handsome to you like this. Well, he was handsome all the time, but something about the way he gets so animated when he’s excited just makes those butterflies come back in your stomach.

Suddenly, the home phone rings loudly through the apartment. Steve’s head turns to make eye contact with you knowingly. You push his arm with your hand.

“Answer it!”

He makes his way towards the counter and you get up to follow close behind. You place your palms together in a praying motion as he lets out one last nervous sigh and answers the phone.

“Hello? Yes Mr. Wellington, thank you for getting back to me.”

You dance on your toes nervously as you watch his face for any signs of good or bad news.

“No. No, not a problem. I appreciate the opportunity. Ok. Bye.” He responds with a flat tone as he hangs up the phone. He hovers there for a few minutes making you worry.

“Steve?”

His eyes flick towards yours as a slow smile creeps across his face. “I got it.”

“Oh my god!” you shout as you dive into his arms wrapping your own around his neck. He picks you up, twirling you around. “What did he say? When do you start?”

He delicately places you back on your feet as he runs his fingers excitedly through his hair. “Um, yeah, he said he really likes my attitude and style. I move out of the mail room Monday.”

“Oh, baby, I’m so happy for you. Now,” you reach for his hand pulling him towards the bedroom. “I can give you your other 2 surprises.”

“Oh, Y/N”, he responds exaggeratedly, placing his free hand on his chest. “I don’t know if I can handle any more surprises.”

“Oh, come on, old man. I believe in you.” He lets out a chuckle as he lets you tug him all the way to the bed you guys share. “Can you do me a favor and unzip this for me?” You turn your back to him and motion towards the zipper on the back of your dress. Steve reaches up and pulls it down to the middle of your back. “Thank you. Now, sit here, and close your eyes.”

He immediately does what he’s told. Steve listens intently as he hears you shuffle around the room. It isn’t long before he hears your soft seductive voice speak to him again.

“Ok, you can open your eyes now.”

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. You replaced the dress you were wearing with maroon lingerie. The lacy nightie was completely see through and flowed down just barely near the top of your thighs. Underneath was a pair of panties that covered you just so. Your heels were still wrapped around your feet. Steve eyes widened as he drank you in. His silence and lack of movement scared you bit making you think maybe he didn’t like it. You start rambling with a low shy tone.

“I saw you looking at it when we were at the mall. I, uh, set aside some money and –” You are interrupt by the pull of your husband’s hands on your waist as he tugs you towards him. His hands slide up your sides and around your back. He gently turns you around to look at everything.

“You’re so…beautiful.” You feel his palms move to your ass as he lightly pushes you forward till you fall on top of him. As your legs straddle his hips, you can feel his bulge straining against his pants. His hands continue to roam the material of the nightie as you start to grind against him. He lets out a soft moan, leaning his head forward to suck on your breasts through the lace. You run your hands through his hair, pulling him closer as you let out a small gasp of pleasure when you feel his teeth tenderly pull at your nipple. You tug on his hair to bring his head up so you can kiss his lips. He lets out groan as he feels you slide to the floor at the edge of the bed.

You undo his belt and unzip his slacks, springing his cock free. Leaning forward, you slowly take him into your mouth. You hear him grunt above you as you feel his heads pull your hair back into a ponytail so he can look at you. You grip his thighs for leverage as you take him all the down to the back of your throat making you gag.

Steve quietly mutters a “fuck” as you start to move at a faster pace smearing your spit along his shaft. He can’t take it anymore. You feel him lean forward and pull you off him. He kisses you roughly before placing you next to him on your stomach as he rolls on top of you. The metal of the belt is a cold contrast between his fully clothed body making you shiver.

His hands travel up your body with him as he places kiss on every part of your skin he passes. He brushes your hair to one side, resting his chin on your shoulder as he reaches to hold your hand. He uses his other hand to tease your entrance with his tip.

“Tell me you want me.” Steve whispers his husky tone in your ear.

You turn your head slightly to meet his gaze. “Please, Steve. I want you. I want to feel you.”

He pushes himself inside of you with one thrust making you both moan. The hand that was holding himself comes up to grab your other hand. You prop up on your elbows as he kisses your back and neck. You head leans into the mattress as you try to stifle the moans falling from your lips as he sets a brutal, almost animalistic pace. You feel his warm breath as he leans his face into your neck, his lips brushing your ear. The sound of his voice and pleasure making you clench around him.

“Cum for me, Y/N. I want to feel you cum. I love you. I’m so glad you’re mine. Cum for me, baby.”

The coil inside your belly snaps as you cum hard, reaching your hand around you to pull him towards you, giving him a sloppy kiss. His tongue invades your mouth as slows his pace focusing on his own high. The sound of his hips slapping against you echoes as he delivers a few more hard thrusts until you feel the warmth of his cum spilling inside you.

As he slowly pulls out of you, he rolls on to his side bringing you with him. You can feel his chest moving quickly as he tries to catch his breath. He lets go of your left hand as he runs it up and down the lace again making you giggle.

“You like it, huh?”

He smiles into your shoulder. “I do!” Steve turns you onto your back and cups your face as he kisses your lips. “Thank you for this. It was a nice surprise.”

“You still have one more.” You stick your tongue out at him as he emits a playful groan.

“Honey!” He shouts after you as you hop off the bed and head for the closet. “I think this was enough. I’m not becoming president you know!”

“President Harrington. Hm. I like it.” You grin at him as you jump back onto the bed with a box in your hand. You shake it at him and he snatches it from, tearing it open.

He freezes again. His eyes quickly dart from you to the contents of the gift. Steve reaches in and pulls out a tiny green onesie. You place your chin on his shoulder as he reads what’s on it out loud. “I’m daddy’s favorite.”. His fingers reach for pregnancy test that’s taped to the hanger. Positive.

He pulls back from you and cups your cheeks with hands. “For real? Are you serious?” You nod your head as he pulls you excitedly onto his lap. “Wow! We’re going to parents! Y/N, oh my god. I’m going to be a dad!”

You laugh as he practically smothers you in his arms. “So, Daddy, who do we tell first?”

#steve x reader #stranger things #steve harrington #joe kerry #joe kerry smut #steve harrington smut #fan fiction #steve stranger things #steve harrington fluff

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layanasstories · 1 year

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Cause of pain

Part 12

"And what did it look like?" These are the details I need for later. "Why do you want to know?" He asks. "Well, because I have a body to identify later." Actually, I would have liked to say this more appropriately, because his reaction to this is as expected. "Sorry. What?" with big eyes he looks at me. "It's really not that difficult. Look, the FBI doesn't have a clue what you look like. Otherwise they would have shown your mug shot everywhere. Besides, I'm the only one you had close contact with, they know that." I explain and wait a moment. "This is what I am going to do. I'm going to tell them the whole story. That Thomas let me into the group. That you convinced me to help search for Hannah. That she was a friend from before. And she had asked you for help. Probably suspecting you could hack. At first I was a bit reluctant to be in contact with you, but we quickly grew close." I wait to continue talking for a moment to see if he can follow me. "I'm still following you." He confirms.

"Well, after I tell them some details about our theories and findings. Will I tell them that Richy actually wanted to lure me to the mine. But that instead, I convinced Alan to go. I found out that you had also chosen to go and you were already in the mine when Alan finally got there." Now I fell silent, this time not to see if he was still following. But because this is the part that had torn me apart for a year. The thought of it, makes me sad again. "Are you OK?" His caring tone makes me feel the tears come up again. Quickly I wipe my eyes dry with my sleeve. "Yeah, no. I don't know." I answer quickly. "Anyway, I will tell them that after your last message, the mine went up in flames. That I heard nothing from you after that and my worst nightmare came true yesterday. You never left the mine."

Even though I had wiped my eyes dry several times by now, they were streaming freely. "I really thought you were dead, you know. That I would never see you again. It felt like I was going crazy from not knowing." With difficulty, I can say the words out loud. "I'm so sorry. I should never have assumed you'd be over me within no time. I should have let you know something." He uncertainly puts his hand on my knee. "You really were convinced I could forget you so easily?" I shake my head slightly in disbelief "You thought you were in love with me. While the other way around it is just the same.". He remains silent, though his eyes tell me enough. "So that's why I need all those details, you see." I talk on quickly. "Somewhere in the story I tell them that not long before you went to the mine, you called me by a video call. Therefore I know what you were wearing." This is where I stop my explanation.

He cleared his throat a little, to get rid of the lump he was probably feeling. "That's genius. Bizarre, but genius." He blinks his eyes a bit to process what I just had said and then continues "They won't find anything of me, I know they have already started a DNA search. But I beat them to that. The DNA they find will not be linked to... Mark..." he sighs "To spare you the details of that, I'll just say that my name is above Mark's DNA in the systems and visa versa.". "So in other words, they can only rely on my statement?" I complement him. "Yes, that's what it comes down to." He confirms.

It is dark in the bedroom, only a small stream of light from the lamppost in front of the window shimmers past the curtain. Jake had offered that I could sleep in his bed and he would take the sofa. That was about three quarters of an hour ago and I can't get a wink of sleep. Apart from all the details he had told me that go through my head, it feels strange lying here alone. Very quietly, I crawl out of bed and open the door of the room. Looking towards the sofa, I see Jake lying down, with no blankets or anything. His breathing sounds restless and occasionally I see a shiver pass over his body.

I don't know what comes over me, but a huge desire to crawl against him overpowers me. I turn to the bed and carefully pull off the duvet and take it with me to the living room. As quietly as I can, I place the blanket over him and crawl on the sofa to lay next to him. As if we have always done these things, I feel him shift a little to make more room for me and put his arm around me. I wiggle a little to lie more snugly on which he disappears with his face into my neck. "I didn't think I was in love with you, I am still in love with you." He whispers softly against my skin.

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #duskwood game #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood jake x player #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood fandom

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chaosandwolves · 1 year

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I shouldn't have put a ring on it

Madney ficlet based on this post, 600 words

"Chim didn't propose." Maddie whispers agitated.

Josh gives her a look. "Then why are you wearing an engagement ring? It is an engagement ring, right?"

"Yes," Maddie hisses. "At least I think so."

"You think so?" Linda asks incredulously.

Maddie groans and pulls the two of them along with her until they're out of earshot from the rest of the floor full of people who just congratulated her on her non-existent engagement because Josh couldn't keep his voice down in his excitement.

"I found it, ok?"

"How did you find it?" Linda asks while inspecting the ring curiously.

"I was doing the laundry and sometimes Chim forgets to unpack his work bag so I opened it and looked through it and suddenly I had the ring case in my hand."

"Ok. And why are you wearing the ring then if he hasn't proposed yet?" Josh asks incredulously.

Maddie feels her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "Uhm I might have tried it on and uhm… It might not come off again."

Josh breaks into laughter and Maddie punches him lightly. "Hey!" he complains but Maddie whispers, "You have to help me to get it off! Look, Chim is so bad at keeping secrets but this time I didn't even suspect anything. I can't ruin this for him."

"Alright. Come on then. Off to the bathroom."

For the next thirty minutes they try everything they can think of; soap, oil, butter but nothing works. But then it's time to return to their desks to actually do their jobs.

Throughout the day, whenever there is a small break for either of them, they look up various tips and strategies and Maddie tries all of them but the ring won't come off.

When Maddie goes home she's determined to hide it from Chim and of course is so awkward about it that Chim notices.

"What's going on with you today, Maddie?"

She quickly hides her hand behind her back that Chim was about to grab in a sincere gesture and says, "Nothing. Everything is fine. So how was your day? It was crazy today, huh?"

Chim raises an eyebrow and in a more serious tone he asks, "Maddie, what's going on? What are you hiding?"

Maddie, who's been setting up the dinner table one handed, stops doing so, sighs and turns around to face Chimney.

"Uhm…there has been an accident.." She smiles sheepishly and before Chim can spiral she pulls her hand from behind her back and holds it up in front of him. "It… Uhm it won't come off."

Chimney's eyes grow wide the second he understands what's shimmering on Maddie's finger, "You found it? Oh no. I had this big night planned. Buck was supposed to take Jee and I was gonna take us to dinner and the karaoke bar and then,"

"Yes!" Maddie suddenly blurts out. It takes Chim a few moments to register what she just said but then he almost freezes.

"Yes?"

Maddie smiles and nods, "Yes."

Chim laughs and they fall into each other's arms.

"We're still having this night out though, don't we?"

Chim nods eagerly, "Absolutely. I'm not wasting a night out while we have a free babysitter."

The next day, as soon as she walks out of the elevator, Josh and Linda are at her side and her hand under their inspection.

"You still couldn't get it off?" Linda asks.

Maddie smiles, "Don't need to anymore."

It takes them both a second but then they break into cheers and hug her and Josh announces it for the entire floor. "MADDIE IS GETTING MARRIED!!" Everyone just looks puzzled because, yeah they know, since yesterday.

Josh is about to explain but Maddie holds him back.

A few hours later when she walks into the break room for her lunch break an entire cake is waiting and everyone gathers around to congratulate her once again.

#Madney #maddie buckley #chimney han #Madney fic #Fanfic #Ficlet #Chaos writes fanfic #911 #Chaos' fics #Chaos' Madney fics

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torotoro0 · 2 years

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Didn't think I'd post chapter 2 that fast but ok-

Morpheus x Reader

'The Nightmare's Dream' {Chapter 2}

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Lucifer's request seems too hard, not to add the new humanity's era, a ton of catching up, and Morpheus being cold and mean.

Word Count: 3.3k words {This is quite a long chapter, you guys tell me if you want more long chapters}

''What do you know about my brother Jed?'

"You are welcome here, Rose Walker" Dream stands up, What, A mortal is welcome to be here while I get to be ignored? That's just so sad.

Rose's face scrunches up to a confused look, making me and Lucienne look at each other. "Who are you"

"You have somehow dreamed you way into an audience with Lord Morpheus" I stepped forward, earning a glance from Dream. "The King of Dreams" Lucienne added as her confusion increased.

"And now you must go" She ordered, Mortals aren't supposed to just waltz in Dream's Palace like it were a dream of theirs, She must really be a vortex I suppose, I look back to Dream who is still wearing his usual face.

"Lucienne"

"She shouldn't be here" Lucienne argued, I look at Rose and gave her a small smile making her smile in return. "No, but I should like her to stay" Lucienne looked at Rose with an eyebrow up.

I can hear Dream breathing out loud behind me, looking back at him frowning, he frowned back.

"You're in the Dreaming"

"A place where people go when they sleep" I nodded. "So I'm asleep right now? I'm dreaming?"

"Yes, and I should like to know how it is you found me" Dream passes by me stopping in front of Rose.

"I heard you guys talking about my brother, is he here?" She ignored his question making me snicker

"No"

"Do you know where he is?"

"No.."

"But I think he might be with one of my missing nightmares" He looks at the glass behind me, I turn around and was met by a huge blue shimmering glass window containing Gault.

"She's a nightmare?" Rose glances to Dream, "What would she want from Jed?"

" I don't know, But I have a feeling it has something to do with you"

While they were conversing, there was this tug of energy just behind me, looking back, I saw a crow of his, then another particular animal.

A cat.

It wore a scary, stoic, expression that almost made him look like a mustache gentleman, he was wearing a top hat, and some kind of mini monocle.

"How peculiar" I mumbled; slowly approaching the being, it waved its tail slowly and trotted away, like it wants me to follow it, the cat glances to me and its eyes began to glow. Everything was mute to me and the being, my eyes widening as Its eyes was showing something, its fur started to stand up while still maintaining eye contact.

Fog began to surround the creature and it slowly dissipates to air, snapping back to reality, I jogged beside Lucienne.

"What are they talking about now?" I leaned to Lucienne as I whisper. "Lord Morpheus is telling Rose to continue to find Jed in the waking world"

"Why? Can't you just find him here?"

"That's the easy way, but Jed isn't in the dream world, Lord Morpheus thinks Gault took him since rose is a vortex" I nodded making an :o face.

But Gault is a very good person, she wouldn't kidnap a weak mortal as hostage right? must she have a reason for all this?

"Matthew will look after you in the waking world" He glances to the bird. "at your service rose" He bows as Rose looks at him weirdly.

"When he is with you, I am with you" Rose looks back at him. "Then tonight, when you take your slumber, you and I will search for Gault and your brother together"

Using the vortex to find his creations... I grumbled. I also want to go with them, its been years since I get to do action!

"In your Dreams" He added. Lol I remember that on-

"She's just a nightmare right? She can't hurt him can she?"

I then woke up after the conversation they had, Apparently, Rose was trying to find her brother, which was 'kidnapped' by Gault, and the reason gault took Jed was because she wanted rose for her to become powerful.

That's not Gault, maybe their just mistaken, maybe Gault has good intentions for the boy and rose. Questions raced to my head as I went out of my room.

"So how was it?" Lucifer's voice suddenly chimed in, "Was what?"

She held her hands together, smiling, her wings gently flapping, as she held her chin up, approaching me slowly.

"Oh, you know what I'm asking" she brushed her hands on my hair. "You met him yes?" Her hand circled its way to my chin, caressing it.

"Oh.. yeah" I rolled my eyes looking down, "Aw, why so sad?" she cupped my face.

"Just leave me alone Lucifer" She cupped even tighter making me pout and sound like a pick me now.

"Oh! I guess its been a century, the human's fashion has drastically change" all of a sudden she hands me a black card. "Here, for all your troubles" Inspecting the card, I noticed my name written on it.

"How did you do this without me?" I furrowed my brows, sure I was imprisoned for a long time but, you need the actual person to apply for a card. {Imagine there's old debit cards in the 19 century that's why you know what the cards are}

"Oh, I have my connections, now, go and waste it all, it never runs out of mortal money." She shoos me away. Mortal money? psh, how cliché. "Now, now, what will I buy with this.." I mumbled as I teleported to an alleyway.

"Ugh, It stinks here" I pinched my nose, walking outside the alley, I saw hobos and bystanders smoking and drinking, some, even winking. Cars passing by, here and there, black smoke coming out of them, the sidewalks were full of beggars shaking their can. "Speaking of stinky" I roll my eyes. {Sorry for making the reader mean, but I keep seeing all x readers where the reader is purely kind, and I know some of you has a mean personality in you *wink wink*}

Its been a century and this is how humanity progressed? how disgusting, glancing down to my hand, I stared intently at the card. "Bitch think, I'm poor after a century" Just kidding, I'm literally broke af.

After a short moment of walking, I noticed that, the clothes also drastically changed through out times, if we wore dresses and corsets before, they use these colored pants and colored shirts, there's also these long sleeved ones in different colors, if you want to wear a skirt one they changed it, instead of foot long skirts its either ankle high skirts or knee high, some wear tight short dresses which makes them look like sardines, but an alive one.

"Hey girlie you lost?" I turn around to see a hobo, "Uhm- No, no I'm not" was all I simply answered, there's this times where I imagine me beating the shit out of a molester but when I encounter one, I just sink down and panic on the inside.

"You seem though, you want me to escort you to the main area? there a lot of kidnappers here you know" He smiles, holding his hand out making me furrow my eyebrows.

'Are you sure about this your majesty?'

'Not to worry, she will be fine there'

'But it has been years sinc-'

'Did I ask for your opinion? No, so keep your mouth closed'

"Uh, I already said no, so leave me be" I turn around fastening my pace, humans will be humans, just let them be and they will not bother you. "Hey! don't you turn your back on me hottie" he grabs my arms.

"You don't want to do this mortal" I hissed, tightening his grip "Mortal? is that what you call your lovers? Well then, I'll play along baby" he smirks. Augh, his teeth are fucking yellow, I frown.

"Get your stinky hands of me" I tried to pull my hand away from him, but failed resulting to him tightening more. "What did you say little girl?" he gritted his teeth,

"Little?" I scoff, as if he's any older than me. "Do you want to know how old am I?"

"Sure, pray tell" He mocks.

"I'm 10 billion years old right now" I smile, why lie about my age? as the old folks would quote, 'The older the wine, the better'

He scoffs "Do I look like a fucking joke to you?!" he pulls me towards him. "I'm not lying, its the whole truth"

"Lying Bitching" he tightens his grasp earning me a fucking bruise.

'What if she get's hurt with this?'

'She won't, as I said not even I can't diminish her'

"Let me go please"

"Pwease! Oh pwease let me go!" He squealed. Eh, Cringey ass bitch.

My other hand made its way to his face making him flinch. "Wha- what are you doing?" my hands guided itself to his chin grabbing them, 'Anything you want to imagine' His face began to melt as he pull away from him.

'Wh- what is happening! This fucking hurts! stop that you fucker!' I smile contently as I turn around and continued my journey.

'Pathetic' I mumbled.

'You did very, very well'

"My lord may I help?" Lucienne approaches the slumped endless. "Is this all we have of Rose Walker?" He skims through the book.

"And Jed Walker but, I shouldn't think that there's anything in those you don't already know" she stops in front of the table. "Except perha-"

"Except perhaps why she was able to wander around into my throne room" looking up from the volume. "What do you think" Leaning on the table with one hand.

"Why did Gault target her brother and not her" Staring intently at the librarian. "Did you read about Unity Kincaid?"

"The day you were imprisoned.." She turn around finding a book. "There were people from a all over the world who fell asleep and could not wake up"

"Unity Kincaid is the sole survivor of what they called the 'sleepy sickness'" peering over to the endless then approaching him. "The day you returned, she woke up" handing the book to the slumped figure.

"Rose walker is her Great Grand-Daughter" she states giving him a stern look. "Which would seem to suggest that my absence caused the birth of a vortex"

"is that not a possibility" cocking her head to the side. "Vortexes are naturally occurring phenomena, No one knows why they happen. Not even I know"

"But I do know that they are not caused of created. they simply happen" the endless lets out a huff.

"Then this is all a coincidence? And not an imminent threat?" The librarian furrows her eyebrows. "My instinct says no, but tonight when Rose Walker sleeps, I shall see it more clearly"

"May I?" He waves the book on his hand to the librarian. "Of course"

"I've been trying to remember my dad's friends but, I don't think he had any" She places down a poster on the car. "He was a pretty unfriendly guy"

"Well, do you remember any golf buddies, or drinking buddies or.." Hal questions walking beside the girl. "What else do married straight men with kids do?"

"Well, if they're anything like my dad, they have affairs" Rose sighs. She's been searching for her brother for months now, giving out flyers, asking people where her brother might be, it wouldn't have been hard if the agency just told her where Jed was.

"Oh, That's why your mom divorced him" His tone suddenly saddens at the thought of it. "That was just one reason"

Little did they know there was a shadow lingering just behind them, continuing on following them she decided it was the right time to show up.

"Hello there" I peek behind the car. "Who is.." Hal furrows his eyebrows.

"Wait, you th-" Rose was abruptly cut off when I made a shh sign to her. "Rose? Who is this?"

"Hi! My name's Y/N" I approach the guy holding my hand out. "Oh! What a cute lady we have here" He shakes mine.

"Didn't know you had beautiful friends Rose" Chuckling, he pulls his hand back. "Yeah, Uhm, may I talk to you..." Glancing to Hal "Privately?"

She pulls me behind a hedge. "W-what, wait, why-" She stuttered out, not knowing what question to ask. "I'm here to help you" I smile, I couldn't come near Dream myself, but I could use some wing woman right now.

"Isn't the raven supposed to be watching me rn?" She furrows her eyebrows. "Matthew is supposed to guard you, while I am here to help you with your brother!"

"How do I know I could trust you?" Lifting an eyebrow up. "I suppose you couldn't really trust me right now.." pretending to think, I search my small pea brain mind, of ways to make her trust me. Having trust issues are good, but are also worst for some.

"Well, by helping you find your brother, I can prove that I can be trustful enough! Deal?" I held out my hand. There was a short moment of silence between us.

"Can both of you hurry up? The faster we put these up the better"

"Deal.." She then lifts a finger up. "But, If I sense any possible attempts of you endangering me or my friends, your dead"

"As if she could kill me"

"Come on now Y/N, we have work to do!" She smiles waving her hand towards me. "Coming!"

"This- This is our old house"

"The last time I saw Jed was right there, seven years ago" pointing to the parking way. "He's been missing for 7 years?" I took a flyer.

"Yes- and no actually, he was fostered to one of my dad's friends, and now I want to get him back" her smile faltered a bit, I don't really know why humans want to take care of such annoying, pesky, stinky children, its such a klutz, why would anyone want little minions running around destroying whatever they see?

"You haven't seen him since?" Hal, that I forgot was with us, spoke up. "When my mom got a job in New Jersey, my dad cut us off completely"

"Stopped paying alimony, child support, he wouldn't let us see of talk to Jed." Hal hummed as a response, I was just walking with them... awkwardly.

She went ahead and rang the house's doorbell and even knocked on it. "So.. how did you and Rose meet?" Hal leaned sideways and whispered to me.

"I um- we met at a ..." shit, humans have such random questions at random times, for random things. "A... uhm, a library!, yes a library" I smiled awkwardly.

"Ahh, I guess she printed her flyers there.."

"You know, do you have a place to stay here? I don't really see you here often are you new to this place?"

"Uh, no, not really, just came here a.." my pea brain couldn't take this test, oh dear Lilith help me. "just 2 weeks ago, yes, and then I met Rose just a few days later haha" nervously chuckling I switched my attention to Rose who was slowly approaching us.

"My mom sued him, she didn't gave up, while I went to college" She started. "I haven't been a very good sister"

"Mm, you're making up for it now, though am I right?" I nudge her elbow. "hm, I'm trying"

"And Y/N, Since you don't have a place to stay for the moment, do you want to rent a room in my place?" He peers to me. "Rose and her guardian is also living there"

Well, anything that can benefit me, is an OK! "Sure! how much will the rent be?"

"Oh! Don't worry about that the rent is super cheap, that your like buying a restaurant meal here!" He laughs.

After some time, we were now walking on a beach side, naked people wearing small under garments, sitting under their umbrellas, others', was wearing shoes with wheels, noisy children chasing each other. Short story, we went to a beach filled of chaotic, petty people.

"I mean I tried to escape." A skater snatched a flyer. "I went directly to New York after college to have a huge Broadway career, before moving on to film and television, of course"

"Of course" I stated while looking around, still getting met by the sight of naked people. "But you know, if you're not already a film or television star. You can't even get a job on Broadway"

"So when my grandmother died, and left me that ridiculous house, I came home."

"Do you miss new York?" I peered to his side. "Not as much as I thought I would"

"Hmm" Rose handed flyers to a couple. "I mean- New York's very hard, and this place is not so bad.."

My attention moved over to a black figure, "Eh its a crow" I mumbled. "I'm gonna put a few up over there" Rose grabs my wrists. "So if you maybe want to.."

"Yeah, absolutely. I'll catch up with you two" Hal decided to go near the shore, for a split second I felt an energy just behind us, but I ignored it, maybe it was just Matthew or something? or one other of Dream's minions.

"Finding Matthew?" I peer over to the girl. "Yeah, just wanna see if what I saw last night was real" I hummed in response, scanning my surroundings, I saw a black bird just between two pillars.

"Matthew, is that you?" Rose kneels on one knee. "Rose that's no-"

"Nope- That's a crow, and I'm a raven" a voice chimes in behind us. "I'm a raven. Common mistake"

Rose's mouth gapes as she kneels down. "You're real?"

"Technically I'm a dream, but sure." He flaps a wing. "And hello your maje-" I looked at him furrowing my eyebrows, he caws in response. Sure I'd want to brag that I'm a 'Majesty' but, no, it'll raise more suspicion to her and Plan will fail.

"H-Hello there uhm- Y/N"

"And is Morpheus watching us right now?" scanning her surrounding, she turned to the raven again. "He is. I can feel him in the back of my head" eugh, must be excruciating when you share a mind with another being, like what if Matthew was a person, Dream would be watching him shower and even watch him rub ma-

"Its the weirdest feeling, Do you need him?" He continued.

"Fuck"

"No, but he said he'd be there tonight when I fall asleep"

"Me too, me too, I'll be coming to help Rose with her brother" I smile proudly. "Yeah, Him and Y/N is going to help me find him"

"That's the plan, and I'll be around till then if you need me" He squirms. "Thank you"

"You got it kid." He then flies away. "So, Rose, where is hal's house located?" I move in front of her, "Oh, your gonna love it there Y/N, all the house members are so welcoming, you wouldn't even feel like your a newcomer there!"

"I guess, people tend to run away from me when I approach them haha" I scratch my nape, feeling a bit of uneasiness around. "Why don't we go find Hal? I'm sure He's been waiting for us" chuckling, we interlocked our arms jogging.

We approach Hal giggling at each other, I then saw a man in white clothes walking away from him. "Friend of yours?" I asked as Hal seemed to be surprised with us. "No, but he took a flier, so he might be calling" Imitating a phone with his hand.

"Mm-hmm. I'll give him your number" Rose chuckles. "Oh you!" He nudges us.

"But thanks!" whispering, we then proceeded to head 'home'.

A/N: Not much of interaction with Morpheus and you here, but I promise more of dream in the next chap!

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