#dunno who made them but they’re not mine

[dumplingsjinson]

List of random dialogue prompts (pt. 3)

“Truth be told? I miss the times — the me — before I fell in love with you.” 

“You know, I can see myself in, on top of, or under you. What do you say?” “I can see you buried six feet under my very feet if you don’t stop joking about this shit with me.” 

“Was there a point when you fell out of love with me?” “There was a point when I fell in love with you, but never out.”

“When did you fall out of love with me?” “That’s the thing: I never fell out of love with you. You’re the one who fell out of love with me.”

“Right person, wrong time… What if this is the right time? We’re just the wrong people for each other.”

“You have me wrapped around your fingers. Crazy part is, I don’t mind it.” 

“Don’t forget this: I made you. I can easily break you if I wanted to.” 

“I shared pieces of me, with so many people, and none of them kept those pieces safe, and I don’t know if I can risk that with you because it would devastate me if you turn out to be the same as them all. I would be completely destroyed.” 

“Don’t give me that look.”

“You okay?” “No. I need hugs. From you. I need you to hug me.” 

“I just wanna fucking get over you so I can be okay again.” 

“Stop trying to remind me that you’re still in my life. I’m trying to not think about you, for God’s sake.”

“I wanna kiss you so badly right now but we’re in public and I know you hate public display of affection—“ “I’ll allow you to do it this time.” “Wait… Really?” 

“I make shitty decisions and you’re a testament to that matter.”

“I have things to do, and most of them include me trying not to think about you.”

“I’ve never cried because of someone, you know? I didn’t have anyone to cry over. You’re the first, and you’ll also be the last, or so God help me through this embarrassment.” 

“Breaking up with me does not mean you had to kick me off your Spotify playlist, you know? Because damn. As much as I’m upset, your list had some bangers.” 

“You don’t get to do decide my feelings for you.” 

“I’m not bitchless, you fucking dickhead. Take that back!” 

“Every little thing reminds me of you, which sucks because you’re not in my life anymore.”

“It’s kinda weird not seeing your name on my phone when I wake up. It’s gonna take me some time to get used to this.”

“I think I knew this wasn’t going to last when I realised it’s not that I trust you. It’s that I don’t care what you do, and who you might be fucking around with.”

“One text from you has me happier than a child whose mother bought them their favourite candy. It’s not okay.” 

“I don’t share my Spotify playlist with just anyone. It’s like a secret love language of mine, reserved for those I want to let in. You’re one of them, yet you’re here thinking I don’t feel the same way about you?”

“I dunno, I just… Kinda fell for you.”

“You’re the reason why I fell in love with you. You, as a whole.” 

“There are some songs that I can’t listen to anymore, because they remind me of you; of all the times we’ve had together. And it sucks because some of them are great songs. And you fucking ruined them, you asshole.”

“I’m tired of acting like I don’t care, because I do. I fucking do, and that’s what makes this even worse.” 

“One thing you should know about me is that I suck at letting go.”

“So you’re telling me I’m supposed to sit here and give a fuck? You couldn’t pay me enough to do that. I have places to be and things to do.” 

“You need to stop being such a dramatic bitch.” “It’s the only way I can entertain myself, okay? Now piss off and leave me be.” 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have let you go.”

“You deserve someone better than me—” “You don’t get to decide that for me.”

“You ever think about how good we could have been together?” “Yeah. I think about it all the time, and then I remember how badly you fumbled. So yeah, good job.”

“You’re blushing.” “I’m not.” “…Then I guess I’ll have to give you something to blush over.”

“I lost myself while trying to find the good in you.”

“I think it’s comforting that they’re somewhere out there… Even if we never speak again, you know? They were a part of my life, even if it was only for a little while. They made me feel good, even if it was only for a short amount of time.” 

“Remember when you said you’d catch me when I fell? Well, you’re a fucking liar. Figuratively and literally. Now I’m hospitalised and also emotionally scarred. I hope you’re fucking happy about that.” 

“If we break up, I’d look for you in other people and be reminded that they are not you, and that I’d never find someone like you again. And… I don’t think I can bear the thought of that.”

“I give you permission to break my heart.” “And I give you permission to end me if I ever do break your heart.” 

“I have things to do—“ “And I’m one of them.”

“You’re only saying sorry because you want to make yourself feel better, so you can go shove that sweet apology up your ass because it doesn’t mean shit. I hope you continue to feel like shit over what you did, because I’m never forgiving you.”

“I had expectations for someone I knew couldn’t meet those expectations, so that’s my fault for expecting anything from you at all.”

“You? Breaking my heart? It’s funny how you think you even have that power over me.”

“You were like a routine that I loved and it felt… comfortable. But I guess that’s not the case anymore.” 

“You fell in love with the idea of someone that wasn’t even real. You fell in love with your own projections. How are you so foolish to think that it would have worked out?”

“I’m fine. Of course I’m fine.” “Everything about this interaction is telling me you’re not fine — not even close.”

“The idea of us was perfect. Blame me for thinking it would turn out into something good and as fantastical as what I made it out to be in my head.”

“Because no matter what I do, I can’t stop thinking about you and it’s about to drive me to the very brink of insanity, so if you’ll excuse me for not wanting to be near you, that would great.”

“I would not be who I am today if not for you.” 

(pt 1.) | (pt. 2)

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[twogyuu]

The Meaning of 'First Love'

Pairing: Donghyuck x fem!reader

Synopsis: In which you and your roommate, Donghyuck, have very different understandings of first love.

Genre: Fluff, crack, roommates-to-???, kind of fake dating???

Warnings: Food, Urban dictionary definitions, unedited

WC: ~1.2k

A/N: I dunno what I'm doing 🤡 - maybe . . . just maybe might turn this into a series???

. . . .

"Mine?" Donghyuck nibbled on a slice of cucumber. He looked off out the window for a moment before answering. Rain pelted against the glass, sliding down slowly. The picnic the two of you had planned was ruined by the weather (Hyuck did not check the night beforec . . ), so you opted to do it inside instead. The food was already prepared and your schedules only aligned in such a way that today would work - not many more in the near future.

"Mmm . . . well, in seventh grade, there was this girl from the year above who always came to watch my soccer games," Donghyuck explained, "Hyemi was her name," he smiled fondly at the memory, "Gosh, she was so pretty."

You scoffed. "How'd you know she came to see you specifically?"

"She told me so behind the bleachers," he explained.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. He was using that tone where his pitch went up at the end of his sentence - an indicator that he was fibbing.

Donghyuck looked up at you, stopping mid-bite, knowing he was caught.

"I-I . . ." his voice trailed off. "I think? Jeno asked her and she said she thought I was cute."

"Jeno could've lied too," you deadpanned.

Donghyuck jerked his arm as if he was about to backhand you, letting out a brisk 'tsk'.

"So annoying," he muttered under his breath. "How about you?" he tossed a pickled radish in his mouth. "Who was your first love?"

"I . . . don't think I have one," you replied.

"Ey, lies," he groaned. "C'mon, you've had to have a crush on someone at some point, right?"

"I mean, I've had crushes and situationships, but never . . . anything that was reciprocated clearly that I could've defined as love."

"What the heck?" Haechan pursed his lips. "Wait - you've never dated?"

You shook your head, unbothered.

"No one? No one at all."

"Nada - I told you crushes and situationships."

"Huh," he creased his brows together, scratching his head, "I guess. What is a 'first love' to you then?"

"It's love right? So I expect it to be mutual - a two-way street."

"No," he retorted, "I don't think first loves have to be reciprocated - it's just like . . . the first person you're really truly romantically interested in."

"How 'real' can romantic feelings be when you're in seventh grade!?" you chuckled.

"Really real," Donghyuck replied. "Hyemi made my heart go-"

He put his fist over his chest flexed his fingers in an exploding motion.

"If you loved her so much, where is she now? I don't see her coming to see you every day."

"Yeah - unfortunately, I see your ugly face," Donghyuck pressed two fingers against your forehead to push you away. "But first loves aren't meant to last - at least most don't."

"They aren't, but I still stand by my word," you replied. "Love should be mutual for it to be considered love."

"Shall we consult the great resource of urban dictionary then?" Donghyuck fished his phone out of his pocket and started typing away.

You rolled your eyes, but didn't push back.

He cleared his throat and recited the definition:

"First Love is the first person you want to be with. You can talk to them anytime of the day/ night regardless. First love is the person who you first see a future with and want to last. The person who you first feel a fast connection. The first and one of the hardest heartbreaks .. many believe First love also happens to be their last. You’ll always have place in your heart for them because they’re the first person who you cared for even . First love can happen in any age or anywhere even if you never meet a person."

"Nah," you waved a carrot at him. You leaned over to read the definition for yourself, not minding the way your shoulder pressed his. "See?" you pointed at the screen. "'Connection' - that still entails two people - reciprocated feelings, relationship."

"Well, how about friends to lovers?" Donghyuck tried to argue.

You pointed at him playfully. "Lovers - reciprocated."

Donghyuck blew a raspberry, quickly swiping out of the site. He didn't want to fight about it anymore - you were stubborn and stuck in your ways. He'd learn really fast from the few weeks of living with you that he needed to pick and choose his fights.

"Tough crowd," he muttered. "Well now that if you put that way, then I never had a first love either"

"You've dated before though," you said. "You've had to have 'loved' them to date them."

Donghyuck let out a questionable hum. "I had one girlfriend - can't say I liked her a whole lot."

You gasped. "You didn't like Yena?"

"I mean, she was cute and I was excited at first," Donghyuck shrugged. He laid back on the picnic blanket and shut his eyes. "But there's a reason we only lasted a month."

"That's fair, I guess." You pushed aside the paper plates of food and rolled over to lay next to him.

"Also according to that urban dictionary definition, she definitely didn't leave an 'imprint,'" he snorted.

"Did Hyemi?" you teased.

"She was hot."

"Okay," you shrank away from him. "That's enough - I don't want to know about your eighth grade fantasies."

"It was seventh grade, but anyways."

Purposely, he snuggled up against you.

A comfortable silence passed, the sound of rainfall filling the room. Since it was mid-day, the both of you opted to leave the lights off, letting whatever remnants of sunshine passing through the clouds to slip into your shared apartment. It cased a cozy gray cast over everything - your clothes and the furniture all looking a little duller.

Kind of reminded you of young adulthood.

Donghyuck and you have been roommates for the better of two years now. At this point, You knew his habits like the inside of your palm - his constant need for physical affection being one of them. It was irritating initially - you enjoyed your personal space. However, like a quiet cat coming to sit in your lap while you were reading, you slowly grew accustomed to it. Sometimes, the missing weight of body on yours when you were doing school work on the couch or just laying around watching TV, was starting to feel strange.

"You know what this means then?" Donghyuck asked.

"Hm?" you peeped an eye open.

"Neither of us have first loves," he snickered. "According to your definition, at least."

"So you never truly loved Hyemi?" you teased. "Didn't leave an 'imprint'?"

Donghyuck sighed dramatically, shaking his head and ignoring your comment. "What a pitiful pair of roommates we are - lonely and loveless."

He rolled onto his side, blowing air at your nose.

"Dude!" you wrinkled your nose, opening your eyes to glare at him.

"I have an idea though," he smiled mischievously.

"Yeah?"

He smirked. Before you could blink, he caught you off-guard, planting a wet kiss on your cheek.

"Hyuck!" you exclaimed, swiping at his saliva.

"Wanna be my first love, Y/N?" he asked, winking at you playfully. "Test out this definition of yours?"

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[thecrazyhusky]

Tongues and Teeth

-song by the Crane Wives

-fanfic by The Crazy Husky

No. 2

(This is a project I made for Crane Wives x Life Series. Scott basically enjoys singing here and plans to do a project to sing every song by the Crane Wives. All lyrics belong to Crane Wives, and I own the fanfic.)

Pearl muttered unhappily as she hefted her guitar up. Scott was also grouching, apparently disagreeing with Grian as well, since he made them sing. He made both of them sing a song about him and Scar.

Scott could also see that Pearl was on the edge of breaking. She hated being forced to do stuff. Grian had overheard them singing, and it was as embarrassing as it sounds. Cleo also told Scar, so Pearl had beaten her up so hard she was sent to infirmary for three days.

Scott began thinking of anything to describe their relationship… the song Tongues and Teeth came to his mind, and he began furiously trying to remember the lyrics.

Recently, he and Pearl had listened to way more Crane Wives songs than they’re supposed to, but at least they’re both completely consent with that, although things get awkward afterwards. He could remember a few more song lyrics than before, so he was confident to hit Grian hard enough so he wouldn’t bother them anymore.

He tugged Pearl’s shoulder and whispered, “Tongues and Teeth. That one.” She thought of it for a moment, then nodded. Giggling, she tuned her guitar and readied, casting a final glance at me. I nodded, then we began.

She immediately began strumming the strings of the guitar, starting the song. He prepared himself for the first lyrics. “I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel, it's all that I can give to you, my dear.” He sung as she slowed down the speed of the music.

“And when you come in quick to steal a kiss, my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear.” Scott gave Pearl a tiny smile while Grian and Scar watched intently with extreme confusion. “And I know that you mean so well, but I am not a vessel for your good intent,” Scott nudged Pearl with his shoulder, and she took the singing part while simultaneously playing the guitar. “I will only break your pretty things. I will only wring you dry of everything, but if you're fine with that, you can be mine like that,” She sung.

“~~~” She began playing the guitar with such intensity that he though it would basically just give up and break like Pearl’s first guitar (she smashed it, then smashed Scott’s). Grian looked at Scar, who shrugged back at him. “Dunno,” he muttered.

“Abandon all your stupid dreams
About the girl I could have been, my dear. 'Cause in the night I know you burn with feelings I cannot return, my dear, oh, my dear,” she sung, then shot Scott a look to signal him to continue. “You gotta know that this won't last. Desperation will erase the fact I'm keeping all,” he raised his voice slightly.

“Of the answers in my cigarette box. Yeah, the answer's in the second before the other shoe drops. And if you're blind to that, I am fine with that,” As soon as he finished, Pearl launched into another series of intense guitar playing. “~~~”

“I think she means us,” Grian muttered to Scar. Scar glared at him, shocked, then said, “Nah, it’s probably just the song.” Grian slapped him then looked back at the two preforming pair. By then Cleo, Martyn, BigB, Impulse and Ren had came over to watch, but Scott and Pearl continued, ignoring them and focused on their original goal.

“Oh, I will ruin you,” Pearl sung, then passed it to Scott. “Oh, I will ruin you.” He sung without missing a beat. “It's a habit - I can't help it. I know that you mean so well, but I am not a vessel for your good intent,” Pearl nodded slightly then they joined each other into the final verses.

“I will only break your pretty things. I will only wring you dry of everything, and if you're fine with that. If you're fine with that,” They sung, with Pearl continuing her part as the guy with the guitar. “I will poison all your happy thoughts,” Pearl’s shoulder muscles suddenly tensed. “I love you like the ashes in my cigarette box, and if you're fine with that,” Pearl gripped the guitar harder. “You can be mine.” She kept playing, though Scott could see her excitement vibrating from her body. “If you're fine with that, you can be mine~”

She then followed up with her amazing guitar skills, playing through the rest of the song like an expert. Scott sung to the tune, then they concluded by Scott whooping the final part and Pearl trailing off with her guitar.

Everyone began clapping, with only Scar and Grian feeling very flustered and was looking away from each other, nervous. As soon as the clapping ended, though, Pearl hefted the wooden guitar and smashed it on Scar’s head. It broke into splinters. “That’s for making me sing in public!” She screeched. Scar scowled back, brushing wood bits off his head.

Scott sighed. He’s gonna have to make an unbreakable guitar for Pearl next time. Either she’s gonna take it out on Scott or someone else is ending up in the infirmary.

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[f10werfae]

Dodger’s Reveal

Pairing: Husband!Dad!Chris x Pregnant!Mom!Reader

Summary: Some lucky gender reveal doesn’t go according to plan, well traditionally anyway, all thanks to Dodger

!Short but sweet!

- Requests are open!

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

“It is so gonna be a boy” I huffed as Chris helped me pull on my baby pink sundress over my bulging stomach, his hands taking their time gliding over my body as usual. This whole time he could not keep his hands off of me, and who am I to complain?

“No honey, that’s a daddy’s girl in there, I can feel it” He replied smugly, running his hands over my belly, bending down to help me put on my shoes.

“Either way I jus hope they’re healthy bub”

“Don’t worry they will be, it’ll just be like when we had Landon” He cooed standing up right, a passionate kiss being put onto my lips as he held my hand dearly.

“Alright mama, let’s go down, ma and all are waiting for us”

“hmm okay” Slowly with Chris' help we made it down the staircase, his hand always staying at the bottom of my back while the other held onto my hand. Our living room had been decorated with blue and pink balloons, streamers covering the place along with plates of food.

“Dada” we heard Landon shout from Lisa's arms, squirming to get down and running as fast as his 3 year old legs would let him into Chris' arms.

“Ya excited buddy, ready to meet your new baby sister or brother” Chris hummed, blowing raspberries into Landon's neck, everyone awing at the sound of his giggles and squeals filling the room.

“I wan baby sister, no brother” He pouted playing with Chris' gold chain of St.Christopher. Smirking Chris looked at me before saying, “Don’t worry buddy, I promise you’ll get a sister either way”

Rolling my eyes at him I beelined straight for the snack table and picked up a pink plate.

Filling up my plate with all sorts of pastries, sausages and all that good stuff; stuffing my face afterwards as I sat in the garden on the chairs set out by the pool.

“Easy there mama, ya might choke” I heard Chris say from behind me, stealing a cupcake off my plate and eating it all in one go,

“Babe I wanted that one” I pouted now missing the chocolate treat, hearing him pull a chair over and sit right beside me.

“Well you can still have it gorgeous, no worries” Within seconds he had pushed his lips to mine, the remnants of the chocolate cake filling my mouth as his tongue played with mine.

“Now that was nice” He teases pulling away after leaving a series of small pecks, a big wide smile on my face at the public display of affection.

“Where’s Landon bub?” I asked looking around the garden to see him not with any of the other relatives.

“I dunno ma wanted him for something” He shrugged pulling me to stand up with him,

“Y’all are so cute it makes me wanna puke” I heard Scott say from behind us, a giggle leaving me as Chris gave him the finger.

“Anyways ma wants everyone inside now, it’s time”

“Shit baby you excited” Chris said turning to me, his eyes twinkling while he jumped on the spot.

“Yes baby, but not as excited as you it seems”

Walking into the house, there sat a massive cardboard box in the middle the floor, gold lining wrote out “boy or girl?”

“Hold on where’s Landon?” I asked seeing he wasn’t here for the big moment knowing how excited he was to find out,

“Oh don’t worry hunny you’ll see” Lisa smiled nodding at me knowingly, giving Chris and I the scissors to cut open the ribbon on top of the box.

“Alright guys, here we go” Chris said as we each pulled open the box cover, to reveal golden balloons?

“Our baby is gold?” I questioned confused as everyone’s eyebrows also seemed to furrow in confusion.

“YEEHAW” We heard Landon scream from the other room, in came Dodger with pink balloons attached to his back, Landon riding on him like a horse with a pink cowboy hat.

“WHAT ON EARTH” I shouted watching them run past us and into the crowd of family members,

“ITS A GIRL” Chris shouted from beside me, hugging me tightly before running over to Landon and throwing him up into the air, “TOLD YA BUDDY, YOURE GETTIN A LITTLE SISTER”

“YAAYY” Landon shouted not realising what his part was in all this, my heart swelling at the sight of my growing family I felt tears brim my eyes before the watergates flooded open and suddenly I was sobbing.

“Babe? are you not happy? what’s wrong?” Chris asked looking at me with Landon in his arms,

“are ya kiddin me? I’m freakin delighted Evans” I sobbed rushing in for a hug, feeling Landon's small arms around me, both of my boys putting kisses onto the too of my head.

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[hemmohaze]

the one with the wedding

Word Count: 1,558

warnings: smut and mild cursing

January 2020

Bianca looked at herself in the full length mirror the hotel had provided her in the luxurious suite.

Her eldest cousin, Katherine was finally getting married today. She's already had her fair share of tears the past week they've been in The Dominican Republic where the wedding was being held.

She turned around and looked at the off the shoulder bridesmaid cream dress and cringed a little at her tattoo sticking out like a sore thumb.

"Espero que minha tia não esteja muito brava com isso." She thought to herself.

She continued to examine her outfit and makeup until she felt a familiar pair of hands on her waist stopping her mid spin.

"You look so beautiful Bianca." Luke's voice softly whispered to her as they stared at their reflections in the mirror.

"You don't look too bad yourself. You clean up nicely." She turned around in his arms and pecked his lips. They've officially got a label on their relationship as of 2 months ago. Even though only their families and his bandmates know.  Everyone else on the internet has been too busy to even notice. They just think they’re really good friends.

Spending New Years and Christmas together was everything to Bianca.

Even though his fans appreciate Bianca for new Luke content she posts whenever she uploads her monthly photo dumps on Instagram.

She invited him to her cousin’s wedding as her plus one. One to sort of hard launch her relationship to distant family members and two so her aunts can stop asking her if and when she's going to get a boyfriend and start popping out kids.

"What the fuck are you staring at you weirdo." She asked as he had this dumb struck blank stare on his face.

"What? I can't stare at my sexy girlfriend? Who obviously wants to send me to an early grave." He whined slightly as his hands ran over her chest.

She smirked a little knowing what he was talking about. The dress had weird lines on it whenever she wore a bra so she decided to go braless.

"I dunno what you're talking about." She stated, feigning innocence as she over to the vanity to pretend fix her hair with Luke groaning behind her. 

"Are you sure you're ready to meet all of my family at this wedding? They go on pretty much all night. It’s basically one big party.” She asked.

"If I can handle my life touring for 5 years straight, I can handle anything." He confidently said.

She got up wordlessly and fixed his crooked tie and straightened out his tuxedo.

"It's now or never then rockstar."

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Luke and Bianca walked into the makeshift chapel as she greeted everyone from her family to some of the grooms family. The amount of hands shes shaken has her concerned.

Luke found Bianca's mom, Sonia and sat down with her as Bianca stood at the alter with the rest of the bridesmaids. Bianca zoned off for a while somewhere during the vows until she blinked a couple times to see Luke nodding off as her mother rubbed his shoulder affectionally trying to keep the blonde awake.

"Bianca go it’s your turn." One of the bridesmaids tapped her shoulder. She was too busy looking at Luke and her mom to notice it was her turn to leave the chapel.

"Oops my bad." She quickly walked down the aisle, quickly linking her arm with the best man as they made it down the steps to the beachfront where they'd all be taking pictures.

Katherine finally arrived as Bianca ran up to her newly married cousin. "Oh my gosh!! You're like married now." She gushed.

"I know right. I'm surprised your dad and mine aren’t loosing their shit right now." Katherine giggled.

The sun was setting creating beautiful pink and orange hues for pictures. Bianca took some with just Katherine, some with her family, some with the wedding party, and of course some with Luke.

Their poses ranged from one with them back to back with finger guns to the classic one where he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her close.

She watched him as he changed his phone background from a picture of Bianca and Petunia to one they just took.

“Who’s that cause she’s hot.”

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After pictures it was finally time for the reception.

Bianca and Luke sat with her family as Luke helped her 6 year old cousin, Maria color in her coloring book. All while Bianca talked with her mother.

"So Luke, I heard from Bianca that your band is working on an album right now" Her mother questioned him.

"Yes, we're actually almost done. It should be out sometime in March of this year." He smiled proudly and took a sip of his tequila and continued to color with Maria.

"Oh my sweetie that sounds amazing! You have got to let us know when the official date is. I’ll stream it or whatever you kids do nowadays.” Sonia gushed to him as Bianca raised her eyes from her Feijoada that she was stuffing her face with.

"Bianca. The food isn't going anywhere." Her aunt grimaced at her younger niece.

"Sorry, I'm just really hungry." She said, quite embarrassed.

Luke and Maria were whispering about something between the two as Bianca looked up.

“Mommy,” Maria tugged on her mom, Ana’s sleeve. “Can I get ice cream now??” She pulled her best puppy eyes.

Ana sighed and looked at Luke. “Could you take her??”

He nodded and got up so he could hold onto her hand and led her to the ice cream machine.

Bianca looked at the two and smiled at Luke being so gentle with her niece.

“He obviously makes you happy darling.” Sonia’s voice interrupted her daydream.

She flinched a little bit. “Ma, we’re just starting in our relationship. We just moved past the awkward sleepovers stage last night.” She groaned a little, remembering how uncomfortable she slept in worry that she would snore and disturb his sleep.

“The eyes never lie. Have you seen the way he looks at you or even the way you look at him?”

“Ok ma.” She said as the two arrived back at the table with ice cream.

“I got you some vanilla, since they didn’t have any mint chocolate chip.” Luke said as he placed the dessert in front of her face.

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Soon enough the reception was over as Luke carried Bianca bridal style to their shared hotel room. Their light giggles from Luke almost dropping her for the 3rd time rang through the hall.

Once they reached the room he sat her down on the floor softly. Once on the ground she went to a beeline to the mirror so she could take the dress off without getting makeup on it. Only thing is, she couldn’t get the zipper off.

She huffed in annoyance and knocked on the bathroom door. He opened the door, revealing him without a shirt.

“Could you unbutton my dress. I don’t wanna get makeup all over it.” She turned her back to him.

He fiddled with the button until he tapped her shoulder. “You’re all good now.”

She let the dress pool around her ankles as she hung it up on the hanger, He turned her around towards him swaying them slightly.

“Was your first wedding with your girlfriend just as you expected?” She asked him.

“It was better than I expected.” He responded.

They stood like this for a while until Luke’s lips crashed against hers. She let out a surprised squeal but melted into his touch. Their kiss was slow and passionate. All they wanted was to be close with one another.

He started kissing down her neck leaving little love-bites on her neck that she’ll definitely have to cover up with makeup in the morning.

He hoisted her up and gently laid her on their shared hotel bed. He kissed down every tattoo and birthmark until he squatted down.

He was face to face with her pink lace panties that she got from Victoria’s Secret a couple weeks ago.

“You rip these, you better be looking for a new girlfriend. They were expensive. ” She warned him.

He quirked an eyebrow at her, “You really wanna say that as soon as I’m about to eat you out.”

Bianca rolled her eyes and went to say another remark until she felt his thumb on the outside her panties her and rubbed her clit through it. She let out a soft moan at this action.

“May I?” Luke asked her, toying with the ribbon. She nodded earnestly.

She jutted her hips up so he could slide her panties down her slim legs. He situated himself in front of her glistening core.

“Aw who caused all this lovie?” Luke asked. He continued to kiss her angel tattoo above her pubic bone until he placed soft kisses on the insides of her thighs.

“You did Lu,” She groaned gripping onto his blond curls tightly.

“Damn right I did.”

“Luke..” She mindlessly cried, jutting her hips in his face.

“What baby? You gotta be more vocal than this.” He teased his pointer finger against her folds. “My mouth, fingers, both?”

“Both please I’m begging you.” She gripped his curls pulling him closer to her heat for some sort of relief.

She let out a gasp of pleasure when Luke finally sucked her clit lightly.

Her breathing picked up as she sat up on her elbows to look at Luke, already looking at her through hooded eyes, as he ate her out like it was his last meal. His nose brushing against her clit everytime he shook his head slightly.

It’s probably the hottest thing she’s ever seen in her life.

“That feel good pretty girl?” He asked her huskily.

“Oh my y-yes.” She sobbed in pleasure.

He sticks his longest finger in her dripping heat as she lets out a groan at the action. “Fuck your so tight.”

Bianca felt her orgasm creeping up as she tightly gripped his blonde curls in her hand.

“Oh fuck Luke. I’m gonna cum.” She panted as he curled his finger in her, hitting her sweet spot and continued his assault on her clit.

“I know. I know. C’mon lovie.” He encouraged.

Her orgasm hit her like a train. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She moaned out, possibly knowing that the people next door could know what they’re doing she just didn’t care in that moment.

Luke chuckled more so to himself as he licked her clean with his mouth as he knew she was gonna need a minute to come down from her high.

He got up from his knees ignoring the loud crack in his and laid his head on top of Bianca’s chest as she was looking down at him with adoration.

“Ive never had an orgasm that good before, even with my vibrator and that thing is hell.” She wrapped her legs around his back.

“Good. Because you taste fucking delicious. I could be in between your legs all day.” He said before his breathing evened out and he fell asleep, her doing the same.

#luke hemmings #5sos #micheal clifford #calum hood #ashton irwin #micheal 5sos #5sos fanfic #luke hemmings fanfic #5 seconds of summer fanfic #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings imagines #luke hemmings smut

[gatorbites-imagines]

hi! i dunno if your requests are still open but if they are i was wondering if you could write headcanons for dr strange and/or tony with a male so whos sorta like a eldritch god/horror? if not i understand but thanks anyways(:

Marvel x eldritch horror male reader

  How did you know non-human reader fics were one of my favorites?

I sprinkled in some Steven Grant cuz I am obsessed with him, even though I haven’t watched the show yet, hope that’s okay lmao. I don’t know much about DID so I tried not to mention it much, and used what I know, so hopefully its alright.

I loosely based the readers main appearance of an oc of mine who is something like an eldritch horror themselves ^^

 I may have gotten carried away, but enjoy anyways.

Tony Stark

-          You meet when Tony is trapped in space with Nebula. You were just floating through space like always, taking in the sights and whatnot when you saw the ship and felt living organisms inside. One of them feels near death though, so you worry.

-          You haven’t interacted with many humans in your eternal life, so you panic and slither your everchanging form into the ship towards the dying being. Feeling around you with your smoke like mass, and using your abilities you can tell he is dying from lack of oxygen, so you make some.

-          He’s still falling unconscious, but not dying this time. So, you grace his mind just enough to get an impression, and take the form he would find most pleasing to look at. You end up taking him into your now only two arms, and holding him as he rests.

-          Things pass like in the movie, except you easily reverse what Thanos did and take the stones away from the ugly grape and fling him into the void.

-          Now that the threat is gone you grow close to Tony, and take great interest in human culture. You could learn it all immediately if you pleased, but having Tony show you and explain it made what would be your heart warm up.

-          In the beginning Tony, and all his companions, thought you were some type of alien that took human form, like the Skrull. So, it was kinda awkward to explain that you weren’t just that, you were what they called an eldritch horror.

-          Tony needed some time to come to terms with it, especially the fact that you were far beyond science. But after a while he seemed to just accept it, giving up that he couldn’t ever figure you out. Though he does try to at times still.

-          The two of you start dating, and it takes some time to get used too, mainly for Tony. You grow more comfortable letting your human go and just being more yourself. Though you keep your form mainly human.

-          You help out the Avengers at times, but mainly leave it to the heroes to go save the world. Though you will swoop in if they’re in life threatening danger.

-          You pick up cooking, though it isn’t very successful in the beginning, but tony seems to be very supportive, though he isn’t that happiest to be the taste tester as some of the dishes he swears are cursed.

-          You get better over time though.

-          The relationship is announced to the public, and you have to keep your human form when out and about for obvious reasons. The world is led to believe you have shadow based powers and have lived alone for most of your life, which makes up for you not understanding many parts of society just yet.

Stephen Strange

-          You meet when Stephen is doing magic work, maybe he has to cross over to the shadow between realities or universes to collect something or fight someone. He catches your attention by entering your domain, which normally no one can enter.

-          You keep your attention of the cloaked man, as he moves through your darkness with ease that surprises even you. His cloak flinches back when you reach a shadow up to pull on it, which confirms that it is alive.

-          The magic-user walks around your domain for a long time looking for what he’s after, but can’t seem to find head nor tail in the eternal darkness. You feel what’s almost akin to pity, like what you feel when you see a kitten stumble and fall. So, collecting a tiny part of your mass, you take a human-like shape.

-          The shape is like if you took shadows and dark mass and shoved it into a human shaped mold. You hadn’t really met humans before and you didn’t want to dig through his mind, so you took the next best option.

-          Stephen gets ready to fight when you appear, but when it becomes obvious, you’re friendly he tells you why he’s there and what he’s after. You offer to help him which he hesitates with at first, but ends up accepting. With little work of your powers, you’ve moved the two of you to what he needed

-          The two of you fall into talks, you mainly asking questions which he only seems to answer out of politeness as this is your realm, but as time passes, he becomes more friendly. He’s on edge around you in the beginning, but it lessens up.

-          When he leaves you vow to visit him regularly, which you then do. You pull apart the curtains of reality and step into whatever room he’s in, and as time passes you start to take a more human form as you learn about them. Though you keep certain features about yourself, like having more than two arms and smoke-like clouds rising from you at times, though Stephen doesn’t seem to mind at all.

-          The sorcerer grows to really apricate your company, and he treats you much warmer as time passes.

-          You dating is never really said in words, at some point you just start staying with him for longer, you start holding each other and kissing. Its only when Wong tells you to take your sucking faces somewhere else it clicks for the both of you.

-          Your relationship continues as normal, doing sorcery things, reading books, traveling places. Though now there’s more physical affection.

-          Stephen is very interested in the special brand of magic you use, though you explain it isn’t magic and just more you are bending reality to your will. He’s still very interested though.

-          He takes time off from being sorcerer supreme to spend time together, the two of you especially like traveling to other planets or alike to explore or go on holiday.

Steven Grant (Marc and Jake too i guess)

-          Unsurprisingly you meet Steven because of moon knight business. You first spotted him when he entered the afterlight as it is partly your domain, but before you could interact with him, he left again. You’re intrigued by the man, so you keep one of your many million eyes on him.

-          You let small parts of yourself start to slither into the human realm by poking holes in the fabric that is reality. Normally you would just have shoved a chunk of yourself out there, but the god that follows Steven around would notice immediately. Not that you couldn’t win with ease if the god wanted to fight, but you didn’t feel like it.

-          You had planned to grace over his mind for a shape when he slept, but he so rarely did. It made the small part of yourself you had put under his bed jolt as he got right back up, after he had gone to sleep. Flexing your abilities, you figured out there were not one, not two, but three people in the body, one of them being Steven.

-          Now you have always been an eternal everchanging being, so it didn’t weird you out or anything, you simply noted down for later to pay attention to who was fronting and that was it.

-          Weeks pass like this, and you’re comfortable just watching and observing. That is until Steven apparently gains control of the body in the middle of a battle. He’s lost and doesn’t even realize he’s in a fight until he almost gets punched.

-          Steven appears not to be much of a fighter, but you stay still until one of the people he was fighting pulls out a gun, which you now know is a weapon. You collect all the small shadows you’ve had cross over and mash them together to take form. You take a human form, the only thing showing you’re less than human nature are your eyes, which turn pitch black.

-          You make quick work of the goons, going as far as to crush the gun in your hand and flinging the people across the street and into a dumpster.

-          The god that follows Steven around immediately gets confrontational and curses at you and wants you gone, but you ignore him to crouch down to Steven and ask if he’s alright, lifting a smoke covered hand, where the smoke slithers around and seems to heal whatever bruises and cuts he has.

-          It takes some explaining and calming Steven down to explain who and what you are, and why you are there. He blushes when you explain how you found him so interesting and sweet you couldn’t help but want to stick around.

-          Khonsu seems to stop his cursing and threats when he figures out you are far beyond even his level of power, though the two of you don’t seem to realize. You don’t even notice when he seems to leave, giving you major side-eye.

-          One thing leads to the next and you’re spending a lot of time together, though its just you and Steven since you leave when you notice the other two fronting. You don’t want to make them uncomfortable or anything, and you and Steven thought that since Marc and Jake kept a lot of secrets in the past from him, its okay until you two know each other more.

-          When you start officially dating you end up introducing yourself to Marc and Jake, who both seem quite uneasy with you, but when they hear how you and Steven talk about each other they begrudgingly agree.

-          They won’t admit it, but they start to like you too, and get red in the face when you compliment them or hug them.

-          You and Steven talk about his interests for hours, and you can tell him many things that Khonsu doesn’t know or hasn’t told him, you even go as far as to tell him about how you have your own realm and alike. You visit it at some point, though there isn’t much to see as its just darkness and void.

-          Steven helps you learn the ways of the human world, though he struggles with it himself too, so you lean on each other for support. Though most days it can become quite a lot and you’ll just go home and cuddle in bed until Steven falls asleep and either Marc or Jake takes over, the man blushing when they realize they’re in your arms.

#marvel #avengers #moon knight #tony stark #stephen strange #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #male reader #tony stark x male reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark headcanon #stephen strange x male reader #stephen strange headcanon #stephen strange imagine #steven grant x male reader #steven grant imagine #steven grant headcanon #marc spector imagine #jake lockley imagine #moon knight imagine #moon knight headcanon #moon knight x male reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanon #marvel x male reader #avengers x male reader #avengers imagine #avengers headcanon

[twistedwonderlandsimps]

Benrey!Yuu

I'm just here to mix-and-match different kinds of Yuus with different kinds of personalities to see what monstrosity I can make. That being said,,, Benrey!Yuu brainrot! 

For those who don’t know, Benrey is a character in a roleplay called Half-Life VR but the AI is Sentient (aka HLVRAI) by wayneradiotv and his friends. You should definitely check it out on Youtube, it’s hilarious!

Also there are some spoilers here about the characters so I suggest you go watch it first.

Yuu’s dialogues is intentionally lowercase-d, by the way.

So… an eldritch creechur obsessed with Pl*ystation Plus, dissociated and lives in an absolutely different reality in their head, and completely delusional.

Even the most patient people go insane in Benrey!Yuu’s presence. No one is safe from Benrey!Yuu. They’ve practically made it their mission to make everyone question their own sanity.

And since Benrey!Yuu is the way they are, they most probably arrived late in the opening ceremony, looking completely confused and dazed.

Crowley: “Who are you?”

Yuu: “huh? wha? did you say something?”

Crowley: “You-”

Yuu: “do you have Pl*ystation Plus, uh, voucher?”

Crowley: “I don’t know what–”

Yuu: “i just– i’m waiting– i wanna- i wanna get another month but i want, like, a free trial.”

They’re completely chill and unbothered by anything.

Even when the blot monster in the Dwarfs’ Mine chased after them, they just stood there and stared at it with that infuriating smirk of theirs as the monster spontaneously burst out in flames.

Ace: “Holy– What was that?!”

Yuu: “that was, uh– that was a passport.”

Also when Riddle overblotted:

Yuu: *standing in the middle of the Rose Maze with overblot!Riddle making his way towards them in anger*

“Yuu! Get out of there! You’ll get hurt!”

Yuu: “it’s okay, i’m– i’m–  i’m not human.”

Yuu, when meeting Leona for the first time in the botanical garden:

Leona: “I was having such a lovely nap, and now I’m just pissed. Hope you’re ready to leave behind a tooth–”

Yuu: “do you have– you have credentials? can I see your– passport?”

Leona: “...What.”

Yuu, turning to Grim and whispering loudly: “he doesn’t have his passport.”

Grim, equally whispering just as loud: “What’s a passport?”

Yuu, @ the overblot bois after they calmed down:

“you– you a lil’– you’re a lil’ clumsy boy, aren’t you? lost your lil’ temper there, did ya?”

Can you imagining Benrey!Yuu’s and Malleus’ first meeting?

Benrey!Yuu probably straight up asks if Malleus has Pl*ystation Plus or something. That, or ask for his passport. Their greetings always consist of either of those two options.

Benrey!Yuu would probably be the type to unironically call Malleus ‘Horn-y’ as a nickname.

Malleus just rolls with it. He probably assumes that it’s some quirky human thing. Just imagine him telling how his day went to Lilia.

“And then they called me ‘Horn-y’, for I indeed have horns.”

“They what–”

Okay, now imagine Yuu meeting Jamil for the first time.

Hypnosis? Pffft, like that’ll work on an eldritch creature from the void. Jamil’s gonna have to try harder than–

Jamil: “We have Pl*ystation Plus in Scarabia.”

They did not, in fact, have Pl*ystation Plus in Scarabia but Yuu got scammed into going and staying anyway.

Yuu maybe calls Kalim ‘Tommy’.

Yuu @ Jamil: “Tommy… likes mean people. that’s why he talked to you.”

Jamil: “Who’s Tommy?”

Also, Yuu’s going to have a villain moment in the future along with Grim and their villain monologue is just going to be like:

“i didn’t have a big plan! i was s’posed to be nice but you forced me to be BAAAAD so i gonna be baaad. friend.”

“What are you even saying, Yuu?!”

“i dunno. hey, you have Pl*ystation Plus, one month?”

Also also, we can’t forget about the Black Mesa Sweet Voice.

Yuu uses these orbs/balls things to express their emotions. Just them blowing blue bubbles at their friends when their friends are sad. Not a lot of dark blue since that apparently means ‘i hate you’. Just enough to comfort them.

The braincell group probably has a color coding chart to see what the colored orb Yuu spews out means.

Imagine Yuu spewing out teal orbs after fighting an overblot and their friends look at the chart and see that it can either mean ‘surprise’ or ‘needs meal’.

Yuu, getting closer to an ink puddle: *audible lip smacking*

Ace, softly: “No.”

Like Yuu, like Grim, I guess. Picking up food from the ground like feral gremlins they are.

Okay but like, Yuu terrorizing Idia by showing up out of nowhere in his room and constantly asks him for Pl*ystation Plus and if they can add him on it. Idia doesn’t even know what Pl*ystation Plus is. He’s tried introducing them to other consoles in hopes that they’d leave him alone but it doesn’t work.

Idia can do nothing as Yuu routinely break into his room. Even reinforcing the security and changing locks everyday doesn’t stop them.

Well anyway, I know this post is about Benrey!Yuu but imagine if it was also the rest of the Science Team!

Anyway, Tommy!Yuu, Bubby!Yuu, Coomer!Yuu. All the possibilities! 

Gordon!Yuu mayhaps doesn’t exist ‘cause that’s honestly just default Yuu.

Anyway, just imagine the braincell group running away from the blot monster in the mines and Coomer!Yuu just goes:

“Hello, Gordon! For three PlayCoins™, I can get us out of this dilemma!”

“Who the hell’s Gordon?!”

“Yuu, this isn’t the time to be introducing us to your shady products! Keep running!”

Coomer!Yuu just calls everyone ‘Gordon’ and gives expositions on random things as if they were a tutorial guide.

Tommy!Yuu may have a child-like personality but for some reason, they know things that should generally be a secret like the reasons for why the overblot boys overblot.

Also they have a dog but the dog’s 2D and Tommy!Yuu doesn’t understand when the others try to explain to them that their dog shouldn’t be 2D flat.

Bubby!Yuu has more than enough ability to bring the overblot boys and monsters out by themselves but chooses not to and instead runs around screaming as if their life was in peril.

Bubby!Yuu: “If you think I’m a pain in the ass, wait ‘til you meet my prototypes.”

Jack: “Your… prototypes?”

Bubby!Yuu: “Yes.”

They don’t explain any further and just leaves Jack with more questions than before.

All these Yuus are chaotic and thrive off of said chaos.

#benrey!yuu #benrey yuu #i'm still not active lmao #i just wrote this because hlvrai rules #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland au #twst au #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #twisted wonderland headcanon #twst headcanon #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland imagine #twst imagine #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twisted wonderland scenario #twst scenario #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst scenarios

[tuulikannel]

There was that reverse trope writing prompts thing I shared a little ago. The first one of them was "too many beds" and I started to wonder how to make a story out of that. It'd hardly be a problem to have more beds than necessary... right?

And then this happened.

(A little AssClass ficlet, starring Gakushuu and Karma.)

The Third Bed

Gakushuu sighed, placing down his bag. “It just figures, doesn’t it.”

“Hey, it could be worse!” Karma grinned at him. “If we were in some stupid romantic comedy, they would have had only a single room free, and we’d have to share a bed. Now we’ve got our pick!”

Gakushuu and Karma had travelled to Hokkaido to take part in a week-long math convention and competition, as the representatives of Kunugigaoka high. Unfortunately there had been a mess up with their hotel reservation, and their rooms had been given to others. As it turned out, the only free room was one with three beds, which they would have to share.

“True enough, I guess,” Gakushuu said. Oh well, maybe this wasn’t that bad. He would have preferred to have the peace of a room of his own, but perhaps he’d survive one week sharing a room with Akabane Karma.

Perhaps.

“Would you stop that?” he told the redhead who was moving from bed to bed, bouncing on all of them.

“I need to check them out!” Bounce. “How else can find out which one’s the best?” Bounce.

“They’re all the same! Just pick one, I don’t care. And let the third one be, we’re not supposed to use it.”

“Okay, okay. This is mine, then!” Karma threw his bag on one of the beds. “Hey, how about going sightseeing?”

“I need to practice…”

“The hell you do, you know everything. C’mon!”

Still grumbling, Gakushuu allowed himself to be dragged out of the hotel.

Next morning he woke up early in order to finish those preparations a certain redhead had kept him from the day before. Getting up he frowned as his eyes fell on the third bed.

“Karma!” he barked out. The red hair peeking from underneath a blanket twitched a little. “Karma, why have you used the third bed?”

“Wha…?” Sleepy eyes looked at him from underneath the blanket. “What?”

“The extra bed! Did you really have to test it again? You know we’re not supposed to use it!”

“What?” The redhead drew the blanket over himself, disappearing completely. “I’ve not, I’ve been slee-ahh,” a yawn, “…ping the whole night in my bed right here.”

Gakushuu glared at the lump in the bed, hands on his hips. “Then who has used it?”

The lump moved a little, maybe shrugging. “Dunno. Maybe you’re sleepwalking?”

Realizing Karma wasn’t going to confess, Gakushuu inspected the third bed carefully, hoping to find some red hair there. When that failed, he made it, still grumbling to himself.

Next morning, déjà-vu. “Karma!” Gakushuu exclaimed, exasperated, seeing the messed up bed.

“What?!” The redhead sat up on his bed, returning his glare. Gakushuu pointed at the bed and Karma fell back down on his, groaning. “I don’t know what game you’re playing here, but no! You’re not pinning that on me. Besides, it’s just a bed that someone’s used! They’ll probably anyway change the sheets once we go, so what does it matter?”

“I just don’t understand why you’re doing this! It’s such a pointless—”

“I am not doing it!” Karma shouted. “Now shut up, I’m still going to sleep at least a couple of hours. In my own bed where I’ve stayed the entire night!”

Gakushuu bit his lip. True, it wasn’t any big deal. Still, he couldn’t understand why Karma would do something like this. As a prank, it was simply stupid.

Maybe Karma was the one sleepwalking?

Next night, Gakushuu set up a secret camera to film the third bed. This way he could show Karma who the true culprit was, and the redhead would not be able to deny it anymore.

In the morning when he woke he saw – this time to his satisfaction – that the bed had been used, once more. Very quietly he went to get the camera and started to fast-forward through the footage.

They were both staying in their beds quite peacefully late into the night. Then, suddenly, a figure appeared next to the third bed. Gakushuu gave a start, paused, and ran the recording back.

What?

He could still see himself and Karma sleeping in their own beds. But there appeared, out of nowhere, a third figure in the room… possibly a woman with long dark hair, dressed in white. She was climbing into the third bed.

As Gakushuu stared at the recording, his breath caught in his throat, the figure rolled over in the bed and looked up, straight into the camera, for the first time revealing its face. One impossibly wide eye stared straight into his from underneath long black bangs. The woman(?!?) opened her mouth, there was a glimpse of sharp teeth, a long tongue…

Gakushuu screamed. The camera dropped from his hands and he kicked at it, flinging it to the other end of the room.

“What?!” Karma bounced up on his bed. “What’s happening?”

Gakushuu didn’t pause to exclaim. He had already grasped his bag and was stuffing everything into it – his things, Karma’s, all the same. Just pack.

“We’re going!” he shouted at Karma. “Get up!”

“What?” the redhead repeated, frowning. “Hey, what’s wrong…?”

Gakushuu threw their bags out of the room and grasped Karma, dragging him out of bed. “Start moving!”

“What? Hey!” Karma attempted to object as he was being shoved out of the room. “Hey, I’m not even dressed! What are you…”

“We’re not going back into that room ever again!” Gakushuu pushed Karma’s clothes to him. “There’s a toilet down the corridor, you can change there!”

“What?” Still utterly confused, the redhead just stood there, his clothes in his hands. Gakushuu started pushing him away from the room. “But… where are we going…?”

“I don’t know! Away!”

“But this was the only free room…. And the other hotels are booked too! We can’t just…!”

“We’ll buy a tent and go camping! Now move!”

“But…!”

Gakushuu didn’t listen. Somehow he got Karma dressed and out of the hotel and what then happened I don’t know. Maybe Karma wanted to see that recording too, once Shuu calmed down enough to tell him about it. And maybe they’re both now cursed after seeing it? Maybe they do go camping, but there’ll be a third person sleeping with them there too...

#assassination classroom #akabane karma #asano gakushuu #my fics #or something #writing prompts #ghost story

[e-dubbc11]

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Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: None…well I shouldn’t say none, there are a couple of swear words in here but this is pure FLUFF! All the fluffy bunnies and unicorns and all the feels. So sweet it’s tooth rotting.

Word Count: 4.7k-ish

Summary: Billy and Reader have been best friends since childhood, they’re love of baseball and horror movies brought them together and they’ve stayed friends for many years. Will they stay just friends or could it be something more?

A/N: Based off an ask from my sweet sweet Lily @munsonownsmyass The prompt of watching a scary movie and “It’s getting late, I should go.” I really wanted to make this as fluffy as possible. And thank you Amanda @mattmurdocksscars for suggesting a certain type of candy that Billy might like. This is sorta Halloween but also not really if that makes any sense. Since Kinktober is almost over, maybe y’all are ready for some fluff? I dunno but I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Every day you had to walk past the Ray of Hope group home going to and from school. The boys would be outside playing stickball in the street after school and you had always wanted to ask if you could play with them but you were painfully shy and it prevented you from asking so you just kept your head down and made your way home. So when the baseball rolled and hit your foot on your way home one day, you had the perfect opportunity to show them what you could do.

A tall, slender boy with eyes like pools of black ink and a mop of dark hair asked you for the ball back. You recognized him from school, Billy Russo. He was the boy all the others at the home looked up to. Even at a young age, he was a leader, the kids took his direction, they followed him.

You, on the other hand, didn’t really like being told what to do so instead of tossing the ball to Billy, you threw it to another boy who was about 30 feet behind him.

”Ouch!!” The boy cried out after catching the ball with his glove.

Billy turned from the boy who caught the ball, back to you and smiled. Even back then, his smile was perfect. “You wanna play?” He asked.

You nodded, shyly.

“What position do you play?” Billy asked.

“First base.” Your tiny voice cracked.

He pointed to himself. “Centerfield. I’m Billy by the way.”

“I know.” You said shyly. “I’ve seen you at school. I’m y/n.”

“I know.” He said. “I’ve seen you at school too. You gotta glove?” He asked.

You nodded again.

“Ok, we’ll see you here tomorrow after school.”

Excitedly, you bit back a smile. “See you tomorrow.”

As you walked away, you heard one of the boys say to Billy. “What are you doing, Russo? She’s a GIRL!”

Without missing a beat, you heard Billy tell him “She’s a girl who has a better arm than you do! I say she gets to play!”

And from that day on, you and Billy were inseparable, the other boys eventually warmed up to you but you and Billy formed a great friendship. The two of you hung out at school, after school, ate lunch together, sometimes you even brought him home to have dinner with you and your family.

It didn’t matter to you that he didn’t have expensive sneakers or that he had holes in his t-shirts, he was a great friend. He was your best friend.

The two of you played ball together every day after school until one cloudy afternoon you showed up to play and Billy wasn’t there. When you asked where he was, one of the other boys told you that Billy had an accident, he broke his arm.

Every day, without fail, you visited him until he was well enough to come back to school. You helped him carry his books, his homework, whatever he needed, you were there to help him.

He never wanted to talk about the accident, although one of the other boys let it slip that a man who visited them all the time was the one who broke Billy’s arm but that’s all he told you and you never pushed him to talk about it.

His arm wasn’t the same after his accident, and you knew that was just devastating to Billy because he loved to play baseball. He shut himself off from a lot of his friends after that but not from you which you were grateful for. You were the one person that knew him better than anyone and the one person he always wanted around.

The one positive thing that came out of Billy’s accident was you discovered that you both loved horror movies. While he was recovering from his accident, that’s what you did with your time together.

More than likely, you were too young to be watching some of the movies you watched but they didn’t pay much attention to him or what he was doing at the group home. And as you grew into your teens, you started a tradition of watching horror movies together every Halloween night.

“Ok y/n, what’s your favorite scary movie?” Billy asked.

You sat back against the couch and thought about it for a minute.

“Are you quoting Scream or are you actually asking me?” You joked.

He gave you the side eye and frowned a little. “I’m asking you. You’re such a smartass, ya know that?” He glared at you.

“Better than being a dumbass!” You said to him trying to control your laughter. “Ok, ok I’ll stop. Well, I love the original Halloween. It’s a classic. Oh! Remember two years ago, when we went to the drive-in and watched Scream for the first time? I had just gotten my license and after I dropped you off, I checked the back seat of the car because that movie scared me so much. Oh and the Texas Chainsaw Massacre is another favorite.”

Billy flashed that perfect smile at you and then started to laugh. “Y/N. That movie scared you SO much. I think I still have the claw marks in my arm, Wolverine.”

He was always cracking jokes about you being scared. You reminded him that he never made it through a scary movie without jumping at least once. “Wait a minute, Russo! It’s not like you never ever get scared either!”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Ok, I wouldn’t go as far as saying I get ‘scared,’ y/n.” You watched him make air quotes with his fingers.

That made you laugh. Billy trying to explain that he doesn’t get “scared,” he just gets “caught off guard,” which is the same thing. “Ok Billy, whatever you say.” You winked at him and wondered internally if everyone had a friend like Billy, a friend that you could completely be yourself around. Life was better with a friend like him.

Instead of going to college, Billy joined the marines. You were very proud of him for serving his country but also a little scared because you knew he’d be deployed and there was always that possibility he wouldn’t come home. In passing, you had asked why he didn’t want to go to college. With Billy, it was best not to push too hard.

“You don’t want to go to college, Billy?” The tone of your voice was gentle but with concern.

“I’m not smart enough for college, y/n. You know that.” He tried to sound like it didn’t bother him, but you knew better, he couldn’t fool you, and he was smarter than he gave himself credit for.

“Billy, you know that’s not true.” You said.

“Ok fine, but it doesn’t mean I have the money to go though.” He stated.

“Well maybe you could get scholarships, a loan, or I could ask my parents to help. I could get a job and…”

He shook his head and cut you off. “Absolutely not, y/n!” He pointed his long slender finger at you. “I couldn’t even think about taking you or your parent’s hard earned money. I’m not your charity case.”

There’s nothing you wanted more than to help Billy set himself up to be successful in life and if you or your parents could help with loans or scholarships, you figured you had to try. “You know I’ve NEVER treated you that way, Billy. And my parents haven’t either, they care about you too!”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes in frustration. “I’m sorry, I know they do and I know you do but I’m going to do this on my own, ok?” He lowered his voice. “Ok?”

Your expression softened and you walked over to hug him. “If that’s what you want Billy, then that’s what I want. But you know if you ever change your mind…”

He cut you off. “I know, I know.” And he hugged you back, Billy gave the best hugs.

The two of you talked all the time after you went off to college and he went to basic training whether it was through e-mail or he’d call. Billy asked about school, and if you had watched any new movies without him.

“Well I’m bummed you won’t be around for our Halloween movie night.” There was a sad tone to your voice, you really did miss him.

“I know y/n, but we can do it when I get back, it doesn’t have to be a Halloween thing.” Billy said. He sounded like he missed you too.

It was hard to find time to see Billy even when he did come home, he had new marine buddies he hung out with a lot, you had new friends from school that you did things with. It seemed like the two of you could only manage a few hours together each time.

You each celebrated turning 21 without the other and it was so hard not having your best friend around for a huge milestone like that but you were very thankful the two of you never lost touch. Your other friends didn’t know you like Billy did and it was the same for him.

Billy managed to make it home for your college graduation. He barely made it but he made it. You had never been so happy to see him. He was the first person you saw after you received your degree, not your mom, or your dad…you only saw Billy.

When the two of you locked eyes on each other, you took off running full speed towards him, he caught you when you jumped into his arms and he gave you a quick kiss on the top of your head.

“I am SO proud of you, y/n!” Billy exclaimed, his dark brown eyes looking at every square inch of you, it had been awhile since he last saw you.

“I didn’t think you’d be able to come, Billy!” Your face hurt from smiling so much and it was all because of him.

“Well, I just knew I needed to be here for you.” He smiled warmly at you and handed you a gift bag.

“What is this?” You asked.

“Just open it.” Billy insisted.

You moved the tissue paper out of the way and pulled out the gift Billy gave you. It was a shadow box, on the glass the word “memories” was printed on it along with a picture of two tickets.

Inside the box were tickets from every single movie, baseball game, basketball game, and every horror convention you had ever been to since you were children. That was why Billy always asked for your ticket after you were done with it, he saved them all.

It was the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given you. “Billy, this is…” you paused.

He interrupted you “You hate it, it’s lame isn’t it.” And he yanked the shadow box out of your hand.

“Billy Russo, you give me back my present right now! I do not hate it…I love it. You saved all of our tickets?”

Your dad was always getting free tickets to the Yankees or the Knicks so you’d always ask Billy to come along with you and your family. You two always went to the movies together from the time you were kids all the way up until you left for college and he left to join the marines, there were so many tickets inside of that box.

He shied away from you a little, ran his fingers through his hair, and bit down on his bottom lip. “Uh, yeah…I saved them because, well, obviously you know I didn’t have a lot growing up so I really loved having something tangible that I could look at and hold in my hands to remember how much fun we had together.”

You set the shadow box on the ground so you could hug him, he hugged you back and squeezed you tight.

When Billy hugged you back, you had a feeling in your stomach that was new to you, it had never happened any other time you were close to each other. Butterflies. But that couldn’t be. This was Billy Russo, he’s been your best friend since you were in grade school, you’ve known him your whole life, there was no way you were in love with him and certainly there was no way he was in love with you.

Or was he? This gift was very personal and thoughtful. Even though you quickly put that out of your mind, after that day it was hard to ignore the flutters in your stomach or the heat that sheathed your entire body any time he texted or called while he was away. You were just very thankful he wasn’t there to see you blush.

After three tours in Iraq and one in Afghanistan, Billy was finally getting out of the service and starting his own private security company, Anvil. He had done it, he had worked hard and because of his hard work, it had paid off. His company was thriving and you were enormously proud of him. And since he was once again a civilian, he had more free time and you could pick up your traditions again.

It would be your first Halloween together in years. While you were apart, you’d still watch movies, you’d still have discussions about them but it wasn’t the same as it would be if you were in the same room together.

And ever since Billy gave you that shadow box, you were still trying to suppress your feelings for him. He clearly did not feel the same way you did, he never gave off a vibe like he was in love with you or even had those kind of feelings for you…but that gift told you otherwise, it gave you a feeling of “maybe?”

You snapped out of your daydream because Billy said he was coming over, bringing pizza and beer with him. He said he would take care of dinner if you would take care of popcorn and candy, the excitement in his voice was childlike, and he was genuinely excited to finally be able to spend a Halloween with you like you used to when you were kids.

You were excited also. Orange and purple lights were hung up everywhere around your apartment, dancing skeletons, spider webs, and bats were placed on every piece of empty wall space you could find, skulls and tapered candles decorated your coffee table, and you made sure you picked up all the candy that Billy loves, dark chocolate M&M’s, peanut butter cups, and salt water taffy.

There was one type of chocolate you remembered was Billy’s favorite, the only time he had them was when he came over to your house. They were just something your parents always had on hand, dark chocolate truffles.

He never had anything like that growing up in the group home, it was such a special treat for him and you’d always send him home with some no matter how many times he told you he didn’t want to take them.

A few quick raps on your door startled you, Billy was here. You quickly finished putting all the candy out on the coffee table and hurried to answer the door. Glancing through the peep hole to make sure it was actually Billy, he boomed from the other side of the door. “Come on y/n, open up, this thing is hot.”

After opening the door, he smiled at you and handed the beer over to you. He still had his suit on, he must have come straight from work. “Your weird neighbor from downstairs was giving me the glad eye again when I walked in.” He said.

Your come back was standard banter between the two of you. “Well maybe she likes you and thinks you’re pretty.” You started to giggle. “Oh, she also has five cats.”

Billy set the pizza on the dining room table, removed his suit jacket and started to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt. “Five cats?! Yeah no thanks. Go get some plates, smartass. And don’t you dare…”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you had already said “Better than being a dumbass!”

He rolled his eyes and his shoulders dropped. “Aaaaaand you said it anyway!”

“You’re not the boss of me, Billy Russo. I do what I want.” You smiled at him while getting the plates out of the cabinet.

After Billy put the pizza down, he walked over to the antique desk you had on the other side of the room and picked up the shadow box he gave you. “You still have this, huh?” He let his fingers trace over the word “memories,” smiling while he did it.

“Why would I ever get rid of it?” You inquired.

He set it back down on top of the desk but still continued to stare at it. “I dunno, I just thought it was a silly little gift.”

“It’s not silly to me, Billy.” You said softly, his back was towards you, it was hard not to stare at him and you hoped he wouldn’t turn around to catch you staring at him and blushing.

You had always thought Billy was cute, but he had grown up to be incredibly handsome, and you watched beautiful women throw themselves at him all the time. He could have any woman he wanted and yet he never actually had a real relationship.

And your track record wasn’t any better either, it was just a string of bad relationships with men that treated you poorly and felt like you just couldn’t be yourself with any of them, it was just easy with Billy, he knew everything about you. Feeling like you had to change the subject or else he’d see right through that statement, you said “You must be hungry, are you ready to eat and watch something scary?”

“Absolutely.” He turned around and winked at you.

The first movie you watched was The Shining, it was a classic. A long time ago, the two of you talked about someday visiting the actual hotel that the book is based off of.

Next, was Scream for nostalgic purposes, talking about watching it at the drive-in was special to you which spiraled into the two of you reminiscing more than actually watching the movie which felt really nice.

You and Billy talking about old times at school, him rescuing you from your asshole prom date, the time you didn’t talk to him for a few days after he told you he was enlisting, and the day he caught a foul ball at Yankee Stadium. He tried to give it to you but you wanted him to keep it, the smile on his face after he caught it was burned into your memory, it was something you would never forget.

There were a lot of sentences that started with “Do you remember the time when…” It just felt really nice to have your best friend next to you on the couch again.

The last movie you decided to watch was one neither one of you had seen because you promised to watch it together, The Strangers.

“This is terrifying!” You screeched. “It’s terrifying because it could actually happen.”

Sitting next to him felt so natural, like you were meant to be there, your fingernails clawing into his skin and burying your face into his shoulder during the scary moments but Billy didn’t mind. He didn’t mind at all, he would steal glances here and there, just to see the expressions on your face, and he was careful to make sure you didn’t notice him staring at you.

The way you would firmly grip the blanket in between your fingers, the way your whole body tensed when you knew something was going to happen but you weren’t sure what it was, and the way you relaxed a little when he pulled part of the blanket onto his lap and inched closer to you so his knee was touching yours, letting you know that he was there and everything was ok.

About halfway through the movie, you hit pause and got up from the couch to get another beer and some popcorn. When you walked back into the living room, Billy was resting his elbows on his knees, carefully unwrapping one of the dark chocolate truffles, you noticed it was the same color as his eyes. You paused just for a second to look at him as the dark blue wrapping crumpled under his fingertips.

Right before he took a bite, he glanced over at you. “You remembered these are my favorite, huh.”

Making your way back to the couch, you said “Of course I did. Remember how I would send you home with a bag of them every time you left my house? I know how much you love them, Billy.” The butterflies were back.

Taking your seat next to him, you set the two beers and the bowl of popcorn on the table. Billy spoke again, his voice was low but it also sounded a little sad.

“Ya know, back when I was at the group home we were lucky if we got Halloween candy at all, let alone candy like this. I would always savor it, I’d let it melt, I didn’t want to finish it. I had the same feeling when we were done watching movies together at your house. I knew that I would eventually have to leave but all I wanted to do was stay.”

His words were shattering your heart into a million pieces, you could practically hear it breaking inside your chest. Billy never talked about his feelings, he always just pushed them deep down inside where no one could get to them, not even him.

“Being around you and your family was the only time where I was truly happy as a kid. All the stuff we did together when we were young was just” He paused. That’s why I gave you that shadow box. I guess it was my way of telling you that those memories are…special to me.”

You tried to stop the tears from forming in your eyes but it was too late. “They’re special to me too, Billy. That box is…” you paused for a second to try and conceal the hitch in your voice. “It’s the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me, I love it.”

He turned to finally look at you as he had been staring straight ahead while he was pouring his feelings out, he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, and moved in closer, cupping your cheeks in between his strong hands.

You looked into his eyes, Billy had the most beautiful dark brown eyes you had ever seen, and he kept moving in closer, the gap between you getting smaller until you were both breathing the same air.

You could practically taste the dark chocolate on his lips he was so close, and your heart was racing. Your best friend, Billy Russo, was going to kiss you. Slowly, you closed your eyes in anticipation but he stopped short and quickly dropped his hands away from your face.

“It’s getting late, I—I should go.” He said quietly as he stood up, grabbed his jacket and started to head for the door.

You jumped off of the couch and chased after him but his long legs enabled him to walk across the room in just a few short strides. “Billy…wait…please…I don’t…” It was too late though, he pretty much closed the door in your face and still facing the door, with one hand on the door knob, you whispered “I don’t want you to go…” Resting your forehead against the door with your eyes closed, you softly said something you’ve wanted to say for a very long time even though he wasn’t there to hear you. “Because…I love you.”

A tear finally trickled down your cheek, you turned and started to walk away from the door when you heard three light knocks. Confused, you took two steps back towards the door and you could barely get the door open when Billy’s lips crashed onto yours, hands cupping your face once again and you could actually taste the slightly bitter chocolate now.

Your lips parted, his tongue intertwined with yours, and he pressed his kiss so firmly against your lips that it made it hard to catch your breath. You ran your fingers through his wild black hair and lightly scraped his scalp, still completely surprised by what was happening.

Billy pulled away and you were finally able to catch your breath. “I love you too, y/n. I love you too. My sweet girl. It’s always been you.”

Still breathing heavy, you asked him “I—wait, you do? But—but when Billy?”

He took your hands into his and pulled you into an embrace. “I guess in some way I always have but I really started to feel it when I was away from you on deployment. I knew I had to fight my hardest so I could come home to you—I needed to come home to you.”

The tightness in your shoulders eased as soon as he wrapped his arms around you. “When you hugged me at my graduation, after you gave me that gift, I felt…different, like I never wanted to let you go but how was I supposed to tell you that without messing up our friendship?”

“Well…you’re telling me now, right?” He responded with. “Our friendship is the only relationship I can’t stand to lose or mess up so I just kept my feelings to myself like I do with everything else. I guess we’re both a couple of dumbasses, aren’t we.”

Chuckling against his chest, you started to pull away from his warm embrace to look up at him. “I guess we are.” You said, brushing his beard with your thumbs. “Do you want to finish the movie?”

“Yes, but before we do, I’m going to kiss you again.” Billy said with a sly smile on his face. “And tell you that I love you…again.”

You couldn’t manage to say anything right away, your cheeks felt hot, and your legs were trembling. “I love you too, Billy.”

He swept his fingers across your cheeks to wipe the tears away, took your chin in between his forefinger and his thumb and leaned down to kiss you, delicately like you were made of glass and he didn’t want to break you.

When you touched his arm, it was warm but felt the goosebumps skirt across his skin, you were giving HIM goosebumps and the butterflies weren’t just in your stomach anymore, they were everywhere.

Billy tenderly placed kisses down your neck, back to your lips and up to your forehead, the lines around his eyes crinkling while smiling at you in between kisses. You’ve never seen him so happy.

He backed away a little and turned around to look over his shoulder at you. “You wanna ride, beautiful?” He asked with a playful look in his eyes.

You bit down on your bottom lip and jumped onto his back and clasped your hands around his neck, he held onto the back of your knees and started off towards the couch. Billy used to give you piggy back rides all the time when you were young, it felt just like old times.

His arm was draped over you as you rested your head against his chest with the blanket spread out across your legs. The bowl of popcorn on his lap, which you later spilled because you got scared, he laughed at you of course and after many stolen glances and kisses to your forehead, you finally finished the movie.

Outside, the howling wind lulled the two of you to sleep in each other’s arms, Billy held you close for the rest of the night and he planned to do so for the rest of his life. You were his definition of happiness and he finally had everything he had ever wanted. He was home.

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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 11)

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, discussions of trauma and mental illness; reader discretion advised.

Part 10

The wedding guests are ushered out. Any remaining children are banished to the upper levels of Malfoy manor, the curtains are drawn, doors locked and windows sealed. Only their closest family and friends are invited to stay.

Leo, while technically not barred from their meeting in their dining room, senses that she is not welcome there.

If she joins her siblings, they will want answers she doesn’t have. Instead she plops down on the couch in the sitting room, her wedding dress still intact. They’ll have to cancel their trip. No honeymoon until after this is sorted.

Henry finds her, kicking off his shoes and joining his wife on the sofa, a single parcel in hand. “That was one hell of a grand finale, huh?”

“Don’t,” Leo mutters.

“I knew what I was marrying into, you know?“ He laughs, “I’m not running away.”

She nods, resting her head against his shoulder.

“Brought you this.” He shakes the offering at her, “top of the gift pile. I figure you could open just one, might make you feel better.”

“You open it.” Leo says, tiredly.

“Alright.” He agrees, tearing open the brown wrapping. It’s a rather old, decrepit looking box that flips open of its own accord. “Family heirloom?” Henry guesses, lifting the glass encased gold sphere carefully by the chain.

Leo reaches for it in disbelief, “who did this come from?”

“Dunno, there’s no note.” Henry tips the box upside down, just to be sure.

“I need to tell my parents.” Leo decides, they’ll know what to do.

Henry shoots her a patient grin. “I’ll be here.”

When Leo reaches the dining room it is occupied, but no Draco and no Rosanna. She can gauge the seriousness of their situation based upon how the members of her parent’s inner circle have broken off into groups.

Hermione, Ron, Crabbe. Blaise and Pansy with Harry and Ginny. Both sets of Leo’s grandparents huddled with Molly and Arthur Weasley.

When her mother’s friends intermingle with her father’s friends, for any extended period of time, something is terribly wrong.

“Where’s my mum?” She asks Goyle, who’s closest to the doorway.

“Draco took her, down the hall, that way.” The man points. He knows better than to interrupt whatever it is they’re doing.

“Thank you.” Leo excuses herself. Taking off down the long corridor, until she hears the telltale hissing of whispers, behind the door of her father’s study.

She silences the door hinge and eases it open, just enough to see inside. The first thing she notices is the strange glow surrounding her parents. A thin string of light moves around them, weaving across their bodies, tethering them together.

“I’ve killed before,” Draco breathes. Back at Hogwarts, the death eaters on the stairs, all those years ago. “I’ll do it again, to protect what is mine. If that makes me a monster, so be it.”

The light tightens around Rosanna, holding her taut.

“You’re not a monster.”

“To you,” the words fall heavy from his lips. “I’m not a monster to you, Rosanna.” He closes any distance between them, catching her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “If I did not love you, I would snuff out your insufferable need to defy me and carve my name into your soul.”

Rosanna does not flinch, makes no move to pull away. Fists clenched at her sides, wanting to reach for him and then stopping herself.

“Instead, I spend my days tracing freckles across the bridge of your nose. That is what you do to me.” Draco swallows, hard. All those years spent wrapped up in her sweet, pretty, love made him weak. “I cannot afford to be weak at the expense of your safety, or that of our children.”

“I agree, we can’t be lax anymore. But the last time there was a dark mark in the sky, it was you and me against the world. It doesn’t have to be like that this time. Not when there are people in the next room holding out their hands and saying, ‘let me help you.’”

“Have it your way. But when that fails, I will personally raze this assailant and you will not try to stop me. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Rosanna breathes.

And then he is kissing her, hard on the mouth, hands lost in her hair.

Leo’s seen enough, stumbling back out the door, the heel of her shoe catches on the floorboard, drawing her parent’s attention. The light vanishes as they break apart. She wonders, idly, if it still connects them, invisibly somehow.

“Leo,” Rosanna stammers, all flushed cheeks and wide eyes, “we thought you were-“

“If you’re quite finished, there’s something I need to show you.” Leo clears her throat, producing the time turner.

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The time turner is eventually traced back to Rabastan Lestrange. He’d been released from Azkaban, after serving his sentence, only to be taken back into custody for illegal possession of a magical artifact.

Arresting him was simple enough, routine even. He’s currently in a holding cell at the ministry, awaiting questioning.

Rosanna is in her office, prepping for the interrogation. Normally Draco would be there to settle her nerves. Instead he’s off with Harry, searching Rabastan’s loft for other magical contraband.

“Rosanna,” her intern, Delphi, knocks once at the door. “May I come in?”

“Of course.” Rosanna waves her over, “I brought us some iced coffee and scones.”

“I’m supposed to be the one going on coffee runs, not you.” Delphi says, pointedly.

“Well I’m stressed.” Rosanna explains, “and when I’m stressed, I eat. You know you’re always welcome to join me.”

Dephi’d told her, when she first started working for her, that she had no family to speak of. Her boss has gone above and beyond ever since.

“Come sit, I only have a few minutes to stuff my face. Let’s go over those proposals you were telling me about.” Rosanna holds out a hand, brushing a bit of crumbs from her fingers.

Delphi slinks over, gnawing at her bottom lip as she delivers the folder full of parchment. Rosanna scans the pages throughly with her brows knit together. “Most of them are just-“

“Delphi, these are really good.” Rosanna tells her.

“You think so?” The younger woman tries not to sound too hopeful.

“You know, my kids don’t really have any interest in the ministry. I worried that people your age and younger might not want to work here. It’s nice to see you take an interest in all of this, gives me hope.”

Just then, the watch charmed to Rosanna’s wrist sounds, an alarm for her next appointment.

“Shoot, I have to run.” Rosanna swipes a napkin over her mouth. “Do I still have chocolate on me?”

Delphi shakes her head. “You’re perfect.”

Rosanna moves to her feet, “help yourself while I’m gone.”

Delphi nods. “Thank you, Rosanna. For everything.”

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Rabastan is being held on the third floor, one of the lower levels, near the courtrooms. Rosanna takes the elevator down. Taking a deep breath, she uses her wand clearance to gain access to the interrogation room.

The man in question is slumped over the table, still sporting his tattered Azkaban jumpsuit.

“Good morning, Rabastan, my name is Rosanna Malfoy, head of this interrogation. Do you have any questions before we begin?” She affords him the same courtesy she would any other suspect.

He huffs, “good morning, Mrs. Malfoy, it’s lovely to see you again.” He remembers her well, the skittish little thing she was at eighteen, sat near the head of Voldemort’s table.

“I’m going to begin assessing your mind for information that will be useful in this investigation, surely you’re familiar with legillimacy.”

"Your mind tricks won't work on me." Lestrange is nothing if not entertained by her attempts to penetrate his memories.

"I've been doing this a long time." Rosanna arches a brow at his cockiness. She just needs to focus, she's performed successful sessions on the world's most skilled occlumens.

"Go on then, it'll hurt you more than me." He chuckles.

"What makes you so sure?" Rosanna demands, her head aches, what is he doing to her?

"You've got a little," he motions to the underside of her nose.

Rosanna swipes her sleeve over the trickle of blood that’s escaped her nostril. Smearing some of the remains over her cupids bow.

Rabastan licks his lips. “Your magic is bound to the Malfoy family, who are bound to the Black’s, who are bound to me.” He sneers at her, “it’s all one big, twisted, circle. This is what happens when the pretty half blood becomes a death eater’s whore. You have no knowledge of pureblood traditions.” He taps his nose once more, she's still bleeding. A steady flow of droplets gather near her full lips. "Might want to have that checked out."

Rosanna ignores him, pressing on. “Tell me about the time turner. Where’d you get it?”

“There's a reason people think you've carried the dark lord's child." Lestrange muses, basking in the company of his interrogator. "It's a bit like telephone; did you ever play that as a child? Things tend to get mixed up as they go down the line. So let me tell you what the truth is, from someone close to the source. The dark lord did father a child. He spoke about it regularly, to those of us who weren't disgraced like the Malfoy scum. The child, was meant to reign at his side. A perfect prodigy, and he would hide it in plain sight. Right in the manor," Rabastan reaches for her.

"Don't touch me." Rosanna backs away.

"All this time you didn't know? Didn't you wonder why he was so sweet on you?" He turns his head to the side, taunting her. "Why he didn't come down on the Malfoys with an iron fist, when you let Potter escape? The baby was his. His seed, the mixture of light and dark magic, more powerful than the world has ever known."

"I'm not sure what Voldemort told you, or why, but he lied."

"Are you absolutely sure about that?" Rabastan asks. "You were under the imperius curse. So how can you say, without a doubt, that an unfamiliar didn't enter your bed using polyjuice?"

"Draco would have noticed." He would've known.

"So you were never alone then, even for a few moments?" The man blinks up at her.

"Leo is Draco's, that's what I know." Rosanna looks down at her notes, preparing to move on to the next subject.

"Because she looks like him? You think the most powerful wizard of all time couldn’t have charmed her to look however he pleased?" Lestrange is sure Voldemort's magic would hold, even in death.

"Voldemort hid behind his followers," Rosanna turns her back to him. "He wasn't powerful, but he was smart, the Horcruxes were hard to find; even harder to destroy."

"And what is a child besides the ultimate Horcrux? To have a piece of you live on, a piece of your soul."

Rosanna's done with the rambling. "So you get Leo to use the time turner and it takes her to Voldemort. Then what?" She rests her lips against steepled fingers.

"Then what?" He laughs. "Then he'd know Draco was unworthy and unable to keep you under his thumb. That the bastard was going to betray him. The dark lord would have his head."

"Even if Voldemort was Leo’s father and he thought I was working against him...he would've cut her out of me.” Rosanna says, cooly.

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Draco and Harry return to the ministry with all the evidence they need to close the case against Rabastan.

Lestrange had a collection of objects, all stolen, most of which belonging to Draco’s wife. His flat was a shrine of sorts, to Rosanna, who he believes to have birthed Voldemort’s only living heir.

Draco wants him dead and he wastes no time in tracking down his wife, still hole up in the interrogation room. Hermione is pacing in front of it nervously, staring down at her watch.

A pained scream erupts from within.

"How long's she been at it?" Draco demands as he comes to a stop in front of Hermione.

"Malfoy-" Hermione jolts upright.

"Everyone knows one hour is the limit. One hour and she's out of there!" Draco roars. A few passers by stop to see what caused the outburst, before moving on, with their eyes on the floor.

"Keep your voice down," Hermione hushes him.

"You remember what happened last time. Don't you care?" The last time his wife peered too deeply into another person’s mind, she nearly lost her own.

"Of course I do, but this case-"

"I don't give a damn about the case," Draco cuts her off, "let me into that room."

"I can't do that." She blocks his path.

Another frustrated howl.

"She's going to hurt herself," Draco rakes a hand through his disheveled hair.

Rosanna stumbles from the room, crimson spots staining her coral blouse. She presses her fingers together over her nostrils to settle the bleeding.

"Damn you," Draco snarls, whipping the handkerchief from his breast pocket. Despite his anger, Draco rushes to her aid. His hands gentle, cradling the back of her blonde head, as he holds the silken material firmly to her nose.

“Draco-”

“Save it.”

“Please, I know you’re mad, but he wouldn’t let me leave. He told me our magic was bound but I thought he was lying.” Rosanna clutches her head in agony.

Draco draws back from her, slightly, walking her carefully toward the wall and helping her sit there. “Granger, I need you to sit with her for a moment.”

“Of course,” Hermione crouches down, in front of her friend.

Rabastan is still sat at the table, held in place by the magical restraints on his chair. He looks up as the door opens, long, greasy, black hair hanging in his eyes. “Mrs. and Mr. Malfoy all in one day? To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“What did you do to her?” Draco demands, No time for his games.

“What you should have.” The response is short, cutting Draco to the quick.

Draco leaves the room, as quickly as he came. Tapping Hermione’s shoulder to move aside so he can tend to his wife. “Rosanna, I need you to listen to me.”

She nods, choking down the bile in her throat.

“I’m going to take of you.”

Again she nods, feeling him tug one of the hands clutching her head free. Something blindingly hot skates across her flesh. They’ve apparated back to Draco’s office and he flicks the lock on the door shut. “Ahh.” Everything hurts. Tugging her insides in different directions. Tearing her apart.

“I know, darling. I’m sorry. Try to relax for me.” Draco soothes, slicing open the palm of his own hand and clasping their wounds together, tightly.

“Lestrange said something-” she breaks off, brain pounding loudly against her skull, as if it were trying to escape.

“It should’ve been done years ago, that was my mistake.” Draco frowns down at their entwined fingers. “My father warned me but I was blind to the dangers. Forgive me.”

“What?” She croaks out.

“You can be bound to a pureblood family, or to a specific witch or wizard. It’s very old magic, outdated traditions. I never intended to hold you to them.”

Rosanna begins to argue, “I never said I didn’t want to be yours.”

“I asked you a long time ago, what you wanted to be. You told me that above all else you wanted to be free. I tried to give you that and I hate to take it from you now.” Draco lives to spoil her, to give, rarely to take.

“I have to give you my magic?”

“For once in your life, Rosanna, I will need full submission. I never wanted this, but Lestrange has his hooks in you. He’s trying to bind your magic to him, then he controls it, therefore he controls you. He was unable to complete the ritual, that’s why you’re in pain.”

“Fuck.”

“Tell me, now.” He doesn’t need her blessing, not after all these years; but he wants it. His magic is greedy for hers, to touch it, to claim it, to feel it from the inside. “What would you have me do?”

“Just do it, Draco,” Rosanna agrees.

Part 12

#through love and by love #draco malfoy imagine #draco lucius malfoy #draco fanfiction #draco x oc #draco malfoy fanfic #draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x oc #draco malfoy fanfiction #harry james potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfic #Harry Potter #Ron Weasley #Hermione granger #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy

[thorougly-melted-brains]

Childhood friends AU, but like, Narnia.

Simon liked to hide under his bed. Or- that’s what his dad taunted him about. He thought of it more as making his own room.

He had one, technically, but it was empty and dull, hardly seemed his at all. He’d seen kids rooms on TV, and they’re always colorful, warm.

So he carved out a smaller one for himself under his bed. There isn’t anything under it besides a few dust bunnies, and he cleaned those with a damp cloth. He put a few blankets underneath, a pillow, and his favorite books. It was calming there, in his new "room".

He tried his best not to fall asleep there, though, because he’s already a bit taller than his classmates for 8 years old, and he doesn’t want to hit his head when he wakes up. But accidents happen, as much as he wished they wouldn’t, and he fell asleep.

When he woke up with a jolt, he hit his head like he thought he would. He groaned quietly and then froze, because his bed above him was moving. He crawled over to squeeze out from underneath it, but before he can put more than his hand out, a set of eyes appeared. He shrunk back, startled. Because those weren’t his dads cold eyes or his brother's defiant ones or his moms tired ones.

They were gray, for a start, and even more, so they were full of life. From the small but he could see they belonged to a boy about his age, brown haired, who seemed to hanging off the side of his bed.

“Are you the monster under my bed?” The boy asked.

Simon was too startled to say much, just sat there under the bed.

“What’re you doing in my room?” He asked again.

“What’re you doing in my bed?” Simon managed.

“It’s not your bed, it’s mine.” He said, like it wasn’t impossible. “I’m John, by the way. My friends call me Johnny.”

“Simon.” He offered back. The bed moved more above him, like the other boy was sitting up.

“Do you wanna sit up here?”

Simon didn’t answer, only shimmed out from under the bed and sat down next to him, pulling his knees to his chest.

There was more moonlight in the room than he'd seen during his brief glance. It was clear to see it was indeed not his bed or his room. This room was one of a happy child. There were toys and drawings and posters, thing brought in by John assumably.

But there were also things that clearly showed attentive, adult help. The ceiling, too far up for a child to reach, was covered in stars that glowed softly. There was wallpaper, modern wall paper on the walls that’s someone must bed put up. It was homey, in a way Simon's room wasn’t.

“Why were you under my bed?” John asked him, still staring at him. Simon wasn’t sure he liked it, his parents never looked at him much, it made his skin feel raw.

“I was under my bed, the last I checked.”

“Why were you under your bed? That’s weird.” Simon felt a twinge of embarrassment at that.

“I was reading.” He said, somewhat defensively.

“Okay, why did you wake up here?”

“Dunno.”

“Well, I think that part's wicked cool, it’s like Narnia.”

“What’s that?”

“Narnia? It’s a book- well, the book's not called Narnia, the place is. Here, I’ll show you.”

John hopped off the bed as he said it, scrambling quietly but still loud enough to make Simon wince.

“Be quiet.” He hissed, and John looked back at him confusedly.

“Why? If my parents wake up, all they’ll find is us reading.” His head tilted, confused.

“But they’ll find me, won’t you get in trouble?” Simon couldn’t figure out what he didn’t understand.

“Maybe, but I’ll just tell them what happened, and it’ll be okay.”

“But you’ll be in trouble, I don’t want to get you hurt.”

“Hurt? Why would I be hurt- my parents would just ground me. And you’re here anyway, so that wouldn’t do much.”

Simon was confused now, John just hopped back on to the bed and flipped through a not inconsiderable thick book.

“Here.” He said, and pointed to the title.

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.

Simon said nothing for a long time, just read. Soap interrupted occasionally with commentary, and Simon found it less annoying than he might’ve if it was someone else. Eventually, Simon's eyes started to droop, and John started to yawn every few paragraphs.

“Should you go home?” John asked him. Simon curled in on himself a bit tighter.

“I don’t how.”

John sidled closer to him, bumping his shoulder a bit. It was odd, Tommy used to do the same thing when they were younger. It was meant to be comforting, Simon couldn’t tell if it was.

“Well, look at the story. You came here under my bed, maybe you could go back the same way.”

“But I was asleep, I don’t know how I got here.” Simon said miserably.

“Have you gotten here anytime you were awake?” He asked. Simon shook his head.

“Maybe that’s the secret, you have to be asleep to travel.”

“I don’t know if I can fall asleep, under your bed's much less cozy than under mine.”

“I can put my blanket under there, and some pillows.” John insisted.

“I don’t want to take your pillows.” Simon said tiredly.

“Then I can sleep under there too.” Simon blinked owlishly at him? “Why?”

“Because that’s where my blanket is. And besides, people sleep better around other people.” John said the last bit like he was parroting an adult.

“Why would you do that for a stranger?”

“You’re not a stranger, you’re the monster under my bed.” John grinned. Simon didn’t know what to say to that, so he just got up off the bed.

John grabbed his pillows and his blanket. Simon squeezed under the bed before him, so John wouldn’t be trapped. The other boy crawled in after him, pushed a pillowed to Simon's side and pulled the blanket in over both of them.

“Good night Simon.”

“Good night John.” “My friends call me Johnny.”

“Am I your friend?” “Of course, we’re having a sleep-over.”

Simon didn’t remember falling asleep, and when he woke up, he was under his own bed. He almost thought it was a dream for a few moments. Then he looked over to where Johnny had been sleeping, and he noticed a book.

The Chronicles of Narnia.

He didn’t remember Johnny bringing it under the bed with him, but it had been very dark. He didn’t smile, but he opened the first page and began reading.

#narnia!au #writing #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod mw2

[thefroggypond]

OC TIME

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an intro post (lore infodump) for my little fanbot, insect !!

text under the cut because there’s A Lot,,not actually that much but. i ramble abt their lore

Insect was built back in 1887, a good long while before the Walter Bots were. Their creation was commissioned by Henry Langtree, a close friend of Colonel Walter. They were used as a household assistant, as Henry needed help managing his household after the death of his wife. They also functioned as a teaching assistant at a school Henry taught at !! Their whole thing was Biology,, specifically insect and plant life,, and they were designed to look very bug-like !!

In 1893, the Langtree home was destroyed in a devastating fire, so Insect ends up in the care of Colonel Walter. Man ):

They fought in the Weekend War, but ended up suffering a major breakdown, because they’d been programmed to be unable to harm human beings and were unaware of the fact what they were fighting were basically people,,

So when WW1 comes around, they’re used as basically a medic and serve a similar purpose to @h0dgep0dgee ‘s Calliope at the time,, but days after the war ends, the Walters make the decision to have Insect permanently deactivated. They can’t catch a break can they,,

But!! A good long while later in 2014 they’re found by Peter VI and reactivated :) yay :) yippee :)

misc. hcs for them,,

in case i didn’t make it obvious they use they/them pronouns teehee

they have four arms!!

the antennae on their head don’t really serve a purpose, but sometimes they move around. when insect is happy, they’re perked up. when insect is nervous or sad, they’re all droopy.

they’re just a little guy :)

they’re such a little nerd. they love talking abt bugs and biology and anything else they can get someone to listen to

that’s all i can think of for now,, thank you for coming to my ted talk. if you want you can ask lil questions abt them,, who knows they just might answer the questions themself,, i dunno man i just love fanbots and wanted to share mine. so for those of you who made it this far, here’s a very cute insect image. they’re just a little guy.

//art credit goes to the beloved @h0dgep0dgee ,,

#spg oc #spg fanbot #fanbot #insect #steam powered giraffe #spg #steampoweredgiraffe

[hiwofumi]

How Endings Begin

Draken has second thoughts after a day well spent turns into a night of grief.

13+ │ Teen!Draken × F!Reader │ 3k words

Tags: Fluff to Angst, One Mention of Death, Manga Spoilers, Third Person Limited POV

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His head was pillowed on her lap.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,”

He lowered his magazine to look at her. “Yeah?”

“Who’s she?” her gaze turned to his board of pictures. There was only one other girl on it besides her.

“That’s Emma. Mikey’s half-sister.”

“I see.”

She gathered his hair in her hands, presumably to try another hairstyle. She’d done several already, pulling it loose every time she finished.

“I don’t like her anymore,” he watched her from below, knowing exactly what was on her mind. “You’re responsible for that.”

Her neutral expression turned into a smile. “My bad.”

Whoever saw them outside would think they were at least acquainted. They never went past waving at each other on school grounds; when Mikey saw them once, he didn’t care much after he told him they were neighbors. It took little to no effort to pretend.

They would meet in his room once or twice each day, in late afternoons and evenings.

She often tampered with his things in the late afternoon. She would outrank him in Mario Kart on his DS, or pick a movie from under his TV. Eventually, she discovered the hidden stash of adult movies behind his displayed ones. She held one up to show him, sporting a judgmental, disapproving look.

“They’re not mine. I swear.”

“What are they doing in your room, then?”

“I dunno. They’ve always kept those in here,”

“So they’ve entrusted their porno collection to a boy?”

He searched for words to phrase it better, but to no avail.

“Yeah. A brothel’s not a place for good decisions,”

Later, he heard noises similar to those that often echoed from the next room, except these were from TV. She sank under his death stare that told her one thing: You will be banned from this room if you do that again.

In the evening, she devoted a small portion of her time to studying. She read her subject notes aloud without being prompted; he assumed it was her indirect way of encouraging him to study as well. He lent her an ear, but listening always made him sleepy. He dozed off like a kid being read to before bedtime, and she smacked him with her notebook to bring him back to his senses.

She stopped doing that at one point. Instead he woke up in the middle of the night to her soundly asleep, her arm on his waist, face buried in his shoulder, breathing him in. He wondered if she heard his chest drumming in her dreams.

Before dawn, he guided her half-awake self to cross from window to staircase and watched her ascend to her own window. One morning, before she walked up the stairs, she leaned over the metal rails facing his window.

“Do you have plans later?” she asked, palms rubbing opposite arms to fend off the cold.

“Not till the afternoon,” his upper half peeked out the window. “Do you?”

She shook her head.

They met outside in the daylight, greeted again by the winter cold.

Faint sunlight warmed them as they walked the narrow streets of Shibuya Center-Gai. Several types of stores lined up on both sides: fashion, electronics, music records, cuisine. The area was more tame in the morning—he was sure if they went in the afternoon or nighttime, they’d be surrounded by people on all sides. At present, there were not as many scattered about. They walked for leisure, no particular destination in mind. Their sleeves brushed whenever she shifted closer to keep from bumping into people.

The savory aroma of takoyaki made them pause in their tracks. They followed the scent to a stall situated within a line of smaller shops. They stood in front of the counter where two people worked behind molded griddles, the sound of sizzling and the appetizing scent stronger than ever.

In a small box in their hands, bonito flakes danced above piping hot balls of batter. They ate standing. She winced as she chewed, her hot breath forming a small cloud as it left her mouth.

“Mom’s been trying to get ahold of me,” she said once she swallowed, poking another with her small stick.

He seared his mouth as he ate, blinking away tears. “You haven’t talked to her?”

She shook her head, “Don’t want to,” and took another painful, delectable bite.

“Why not?”

She sucked in a breath. “She won’t have anything good to say to me.”

He had to wait before he ate another one, “You don’t know that. She might be worried about you.”

“I don’t think so,” she fanned her mouth and put her stick down. It was a lack of judgment on their part to let the hot snack cool after they burned their tongues. “I left her on a whim. She probably feels disrespected, thinks I’m ungrateful and all that.”

“Well, it’s bad to assume. Hear her out. Maybe she wants to fix things with you.”

She pondered on his words. “I’ll think about it.”

He gave one ball a tentative bite. Not as hot, but still warm. He tasted it better, able to chew without crying. He motioned her to do the same.

“What’s it like having parents?” he asked, gradually lessening the contents of his box.

“Difficult. For me, at least. Sometimes they make decisions you can’t accept. Like Mom marrying someone else—I can’t accept that.

“And sometimes they’re so caught up in their shady career that they don’t know you’re secretly going on dates with someone. Which is fine, I guess. I get to spend more time with you.”

“We both know it’s not fine,” he said.

“But what can we do about it?”

Watching her snack on takoyaki, he thought, This girl gives everything her all. If her dad’s head is too far up his ass to see that, it’s on him.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just continue to be you, and I’ll continue to have your back.”

They looked at each other at the same time. Facing forward, she let out an airy laugh, breath forming mist.

“What?” he asked.

“I don’t understand how you’re the same guy who takes pleasure in punching people’s faces.”

He looked in another direction as he laughed, “Only if they have it coming.” He’d been embarrassed about laughing ever since she said she liked it.

On the way back to their building, they entered a world of giant LED screens and a busy scramble crossing. More people littered the streets than when they first passed, thinning out once they reached theirs.

“I’m gonna be late tonight,” he told her as they walked into the elevator.

“Something happening?”

“Yeah—we’ll be fighting Mikey’s half-brother’s gang. It’s a big deal.”

The elevator ascended. He added, “They’re the toughest around, so if we win tonight, we’ll be the best in the region.”

“And you will.”

Her palm slid under his own. Warm lips pressed the back of his cold hand and took him aback.

“Good luck, and come back safe. I’ll be waiting.”

Masamichi looked intrigued to see them from the reception booth. “Were you two out together?”

“Nope,” she said as Draken stepped out. “We just happened to use the elevator at the same time.” She waved at both of them before disappearing behind the doors.

“Your face is red,” Masamichi told him before he walked to his room.

“It was hot in the elevator.”

Masamichi snickered. “I’m sure it was.”

The morning affairs had to be swept off his mind as he changed into his tokkō-fuku. He focused on his next task—go to war.

His phone rang in his pocket. Mikey asked that he meet him at the hospital. At the dull tone of his voice, his gut welcomed a bad feeling.

Late as promised.

His feet dragged on the brothel floor, heavy from the night’s events. Masamichi wasn’t in his usual spot when he arrived; that was good, he wasn’t in the mood for questions. He passed the hallway, girls hollering concerns from each room, but all failed to register in his head. He reached his room expecting to be alone with the quiet, but he’d forgotten what she promised him.

“Ken,” she stood from the edge of his bed. “What happened?” they met eyes as she stepped closer.

“Some people died,” he looked at the floor before he added, “including Emma.”

“Emma?” her voice betrayed surprise. “Did Emma fight?”

“No,” he said weakly. “They played dirty. Came for her when no one saw. They wanted us to be as vulnerable as possible.”

They shared silence. If he hadn’t been staring at her feet, he would’ve thought she vanished.

A faint breath escaped her lips. “I’m sorry, Ken.” She embraced him where he stood. “I can’t believe it.”

He nestled in the curve of her shoulder, linking hands on the small of her back. He wasn’t going to cry. He’d done that hours prior to the dispute.

They sat on his bed as she treated the wounds on his face.

“Mikey said she wanted me to know something.” He said. A cotton ball with a drop of ointment dabbed his grazes.

Their eyes met briefly. “What was it?”

“She loved me—ow!” she pressed too hard. She retracted her hand and stiffened.

“Sorry,” she waited before she continued in her gentle manner. Whether it was because of what he said or not, he decided against asking.

“I don’t think I can tell him about us,” he confessed. “When we were at the hospital, he told me about the future he wanted for me and Emma—we get married, have a kid, invite our friends to hang out and talk about our youth.

“He seemed to have it all planned out. I know it’s eating away at him right now—the guilt and despair. I can’t rob a guy of his dream after he’d lost everything.”

She listened quietly, covering his wounds with bandages. She capped the medicine bottle, its smell still lingering in the air.

His initial feeling about telling Mikey was fear. He feared he would lose his best friend, the people he cared about, the team he led alongside him and so valued. Sure, it was dramatic, but he wasn’t crossing out the possibility; Mikey had the tendency to be unpredictable, and to make unpredictable decisions. He didn’t dare to defy him, to test his limits.

Now, it was more a likely consequence than an irrational fear. It was the expected outcome itself. And he knew if he hadn’t kept them hidden, things would be different.

“I . . . I can’t lie, either.”

Her eyes trailed up. “Are you saying . . .”

He stared at her lap. He was afraid of what he’d find if he looked up.

Pussy. Take a damn look at her face.

Her eyes resembled bleeding pearls. Tears dribbled down her cheeks, clear fluid reflecting his regret.

“You’re right,” her shaky voice said. “If we don’t end things now, we’ll just keep adding fuel to the fire. Prolonging the lies. It’ll only get worse with time.”

She wiped her tears and stood up. He followed suit.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated the words with her name, “I’m sorry.”

She left traces of her presence: creases on the sheets where she sat, an open medical kit, and small, darkened spots on the fabric where her tears fell. He shut the window she slipped through, drew the blinds, and crawled into bed. He laid sideways, facing where she used to rest. He hadn’t been alone in his bed for a while.

A streak of saltwater trickled down the bridge of his nose, and the pillow she’d marked with her scent absorbed it.

Three days later, Mikey disbanded Toman. Draken grieved, for the dead and the living, and waded in regret. The four walls of his room witnessed his breakdowns.

He had no trouble being alone with himself before she moved back in. But having tasted heaven and gotten himself exiled, he suffered from loneliness in the pits of hell.

Several days passed. Every chance encounter killed him more.

He passed her at school, the lobby, and rode the elevator at the same time. He wanted to talk, know how she’d been doing, but she made it perfectly clear that she wasn’t interested. When he dared to look her way, her eyes stayed forward and indifferent to his presence. It was like he wasn’t there at all. He felt like a ghost haunting her quietly.

Graduation day arrived. He decided if she was going to tell him to piss off, he would piss off knowing he tried.

He was bound for remedial classes; she ranked first in the whole year level according to the teacher lecturing him in the faculty room. It took him by surprise—not her rank, but the teacher bringing her up out of nowhere to compare them and use her as a model example. He found it funny. And he was aware they were polar opposites in that context.

He looked for her the moment he was dismissed. Middle school graduates scattered in the open area of the school, taking pictures, chatting away, exchanging sentiments. He found her standing alone by the entrance.

There was a flash of regret on her face when she looked in his direction. Her efforts to give him the cold shoulder were about to be wasted, and she knew.

“Congratulations,” he said, sheepishness evident.

“Thanks.” She answered coolly. She didn’t plan on making conversation.

He took the leap. “Why are you alone?”

She studied him before she said, “Dad was here moments ago.”

“He left you?”

“He was going to bring me with him, but I wanted to stick around. Say bye to everyone before we part ways.”

She fiddled with the diploma in her hands, adding, “He promised to treat me to dinner tonight.” Her eyes flicked to him. “Everything’s working out.”

He smiled faintly. “I’m glad.”

He wanted to tell her he missed her, but a friend called and beckoned her to come.

“I need to go,” she said, running before he could respond. He considered their talk a small light in the dark distance.

That night, when he opened his window to let spring air in, he took sight of the staircase she once made use of. Staring up, he thought little about if she was home from dinner and climbed the windowsill. He was going to visit her, albeit spontaneously.

She made it look easy, but he struggled to climb out. He stretched his leg at the same time he gripped the closest metal bar, his other hand holding the window frame. His opposite limbs followed. The bars rattled under his weight as he jumped to the other side, into the staircase itself. Below him was a dark, narrow back alley, and above him were flights of stairs that led to her. He knocked upon reaching her window, the view blocked by a curtain. When no one opened, he knocked again. Maybe they’re still out.

He knocked one last time, and when he still didn’t get an answer, he called it a night. He’ll try again tomorrow. First thing in the morning, he planned in his head as he descended, I’ll come up to her house—the proper way, not through the window—and talk. He’ll ask if he can make up for what he did.

Thoughts of various possibilities came one after another, and he fell asleep much later. When sunlight woke him, he dressed up and made his way out.

He stopped before he reached the reception booth. Her dad was there, chatting with Masamichi, and he overheard.

“How’s your daughter?” Masamichi asked.

“Moved out again,” her dad said sullenly.

“Oh,” Masamichi’s surprise was evident. “Why?”

“She and her mom made up. It started with a fight, and now they’ve settled it.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll book a flight to her one of these days.”

“You’re planning vacations now?” Masamichi chuckled. “That’s good. She must’ve changed you.”

Her dad laughed as well, “Ironically, while she was here, we didn’t spend a lot of time together.”

Neither of them noticed him standing in the hallway. The elevator dinged, girls stepping out into the reception. He backed away and rushed to his room before he was seen. His vision burned with tears.

She was right. Everything was working out for the best. She was moving forward, and he wanted to be happy for her, really, but for reasons he knew too well, he could not. He missed their escapades. He wanted her warmth beside him.

No more of her knocking on his window and playing with every piece in his room. No more of her touches, laughter, and quieter moments. All he had left of her were memories, and her picture on his wall.

What kind of world awaited without her, he didn’t know.

The days took him further from the past, away from the pain, and into the world of adulthood. He cherished his youth, tucked it in a safe place in his heart for him to revisit when he could. He was in his early twenties, bidding goodbye to the building he grew up in to move to an apartment shared with a friend.

His Zephyr grumbled under him. He stared up at the topmost floor where she used to live, her whereabouts coming to mind. Then he revved up and sped away, leaving the thought in the dust.

Like her, he was moving forward.

Play: Do Me a Favour, Arctic Monkeys

This song best describes Draken’s pain . . . and mine

Cruel Summer, Taylor Swift

This song best describes your pain, and I’ll show you why:

“Killing me slow, out the window

I’m always waiting for you to be waiting below

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

What doesn’t kill me makes me want you more”

“Said I’m fine, but it wasn’t true

I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you”

Note: If the story’s over, why am I still writing pages? 🥲

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[wonderinglullaby]

hiii! i was wondering if you could do some cg thoma hcs? tysm!

🧸 : yes yes!! I got really excited with this one, Thoma is one of my favorite genshin characters! And him being a cg is a personal hc of mine, so it was fun to write them out!

(kinda a modern au for these but also not really? I dunno lol)

💗 CG! THOMA

• Thoma is honestly the definition of loving, and the perfect person to be a caregiver. Because of his job, he already knows how to balance fun, taking care of you, and his own life wonderfully. He doesn’t get overwhelmed easily and keeps a level head with all that comes with caregiving.

• Thoma would actually start out finding about the caregiver role first, before soon learning about the rest of agere. He just assumed it was taking care of a person to help them cope, before being explained the regression part of it. He was enlightened! He instantly fell in love with the idea of being a cg. He truly thinks age regression is a fantastic coping mechanism, and has told a couple of his friends about it, and how it may help them. (Like Ayaka! <3)

• He’s the big brother figure with sprinkles of parent traits. He’s also the type of cg to take care of multiple littles! Probably around 3 or so. He wants to help more then kid who might need him.

• He’s always cooking meals and trying new things, and of course he can’t leave you out of his cooking! He lets you help put in ingredients, and often takes your suggestions for what he should make. Two speeches that often come up in the kitchen is “kitchen safety” and ”eating healthy.” He forgets he talks about these so you end up hearing them multiple times.

• Despite his “must eat healthy” speeches, you always get his one of his home made candies if you’ve been good after dinner <3

• Making up games is a thing he does often! Sure, he suggests the classics too, but he almost always has a new game he came up with it! Lots of games to play outside too so you can get some sunlight. Although he’s conscious of each kiddo’s strength and disabilities - he makes sure his games are fun and can include everyone!!

• A lot of stories! Although he’s not very good at telling them… but he loves doing it! His plot lines often get mixed, or he keeps just adding characters - or adds whatever his kiddo suggests, even if it doesn’t make sense. But his silly way of telling stories is what makes it fun! Sure, they might not be good, but laughing and having fun is whats important!

• Despite his skinny posture, this man is insanely strong. He can easily pick up his kiddos for piggyback rides, carrying you to bed, and other stuff like that!

• He gives the best hugs too! They’re warm and very comforting, you just feel his love through them.

• “Kiddo” is his favorite nickname to use! It’s gender neutral and can apply to all little ages. He also just thinks it’s super cute.

• Thoma tends to get a lot of flower themed items for you. Flowers make him very nostalgic for mondstadt, so he likes to share that comfort with you. He doesn’t expect you to use the things he gives you, he doesn’t mind. He’s just happy to have that stuff around. He’s very passionate about flowers and teaches you about the meanings of them too!

• Since becoming a cg, he taught himself to make images with his fire - a way to visualize his stories or distract kiddos if needed. He is.. not very good at it, of course something like isn’t easy, but he tries!

• He has talked about wanting to open a daycare for age regressors constantly. Its just a big dream of his. to have a space where both regressors & cgs can just have a safe space to have fun together!

• He often jokes he’s “the best caregiver out there.” Of course, that doesn’t matter to him. As long as any kiddo he takes care of is happy. He doesn’t have to be the best.

#age regression #agere #fandom agere #genshin impact agere #genshin agere #agere headcanons #caregiver headcanons #fandom age regression #cg thoma #🪁 requests!

[ash-writies]

Hi there! I’m new to the Detroit Become Human fandom and was wondering if I could request a Connor x reader where they have social anxiety, so they have a dog that eases that anxiety; and maybe when they’re out for a walk with their dog, Connor wants to say hi to the dog and that’s how they meet? I hope this works and that I can send more requests. Have a lovely day! -&

A/n: I would love nothing more than you sending more asks ;) I have a dog and no backyard so I constantly take her out for walks, now you’ll have me romanticizing this everytime she needs a walk :1, I put this for animal care on the bingo, Character Death is next then we’ll have a bingo!!!!! Also I made this dog a medium sized mutt :D

Summary: You meet Connor after getting lost while walking your dog.

Warnings: None :)

~700 Words

You looked at the ceiling from your spot on your bed. For a moment you pretended that you still had a few more minutes before you had to get ready. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. When you opened them again, you were met with the sight of your dog. 

She was a rescue from the local shelter. When you first saw her she was laying on her side in the enclosure she was in. After asking around you found out she was dropped off with no explanation and she was nervous in her new setting. Once you asked to meet her she was friendly and playful, very happy to be away from the loud noises. You chose her because you saw yourself in her. You groaned as she collapsed on your stomach, “Fudge!!” You didn’t name her but her previous owners were geniuses. 

You rolled over and began to pet her with the enthusiasm a father would have, muttering praises in a puppy voice. “Are you readdy to go outside??” At the mention of the sacred word she wagged her tail harder and let out a low bark. You backed away from her and began to change, “I dunno… it doesn’t sound like youre ready-” She shook as she jumped off the bed and barked quietly again. Once you were ready you asked again, “wanna go outside?” She barked a little louder and jumped, lifting her front feet off the ground a little. You reached forward and pet her, as your hands traveled to her butt she leaned towards your legs. When you stopped she almost seemed disappointed, that quickly changed when you grabbed her leash. You clipped the leash onto her collar and began your walk.

You sighed and began looking around, usually you used a different route to go to the dog park but today you wanted to spice it up so Fudge wouldn’t get bored. You tried to refresh the directions you had but the page wasn’t loading. Reluctantly you resumed walking, hoping you’d either get to the park or find a place with good signal.You kept your head up as you walked past street signs, searching for a familiar name. 

When you walked your dog you hardly looked at the people who passed you, looking at Fudge to make sure she wasn’t going to lunge at them, but this time you looked up. You saw a man smiling at your dog. The man was pretty tall and had soft looking brown hair that seemed to match his eyes. 

His eyes flickered to yours and his smile widened, “can I pet your dog?”

“Sure,” you nodded, a nervous smile spread across your face. As he crouched to eye level with her you noticed his LED, you almost gasped at the sight, you hadn’t seen an android like him before.

“What’s her name?” he asked, looking up at you with a goofy smile.

“Fudge,” you said, clearing your throat, “I got her from a shelter.”

“Fudge,” he repeated looking at her, “she’s absolutely gorgeous. Not to mention a good girl.” Your dog was laying on her side at this point, silently asking the android for stomach pats.

You smiled at the scene and crouched next to them, “do you have any pets, you seem to be an animal lover.”

“Not me, but a friend of mine has a Saint Bernard named Sumo,” he stated, hand drifting to that magic spot behind your dog’s ear.

“Oh do you watch him a lot?”

“Occaisionally, I take him for walks or to the park, I mostly just drop by to feed him if his owner is too busy with work.”

You nodded, “oh- do you know how to get to the park from here? I was trying a different route and kinda got lost…” You both stood as he gave you the directions. When he was finished you looked at him and then at your shoes, “is it- is it alright if I give you my number?”

“Why would I need your number?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“So we can hang out sometime.”

You watched his face change as he connected the dots, “oh yeah- sur- I would like your number!”

You laughed and gave it to him, exchanging ‘see-you-laters’ as you began to follow his directions.

#connor x reader #connor rk800 #connor x you #connor detroit bh #connor x y/n #connor detroit become human #detroit become human #fluff #connor fluff #connor rk800 fluff #& ask #&

[hyenahunt]

Obbligato: The Devotion to Tatsumi Kazehaya - 6

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring, three years ago

Characters: Kaname, Jun

Proofreading: Remi + 310mc (JP) & honeyspades (ENG)

Translation: Peace & hyenahunt

Kaname: If I'm to have any future, then I have to imitate him!

Location: Reimei Academy's Labour Camp

Time: That evening, the same day

Time: Late at night, the same day.

Kaname: Hey.

Jun: ......

Kaname: Hey, you... Sazanami, or whatever it is, get up. I'm ordering you to get up, so you should happily do as I ask. Hurry. And tell me what I want to know.

Jun: Mmgh... Yaaawn... Huh? What's your deal?

I mean, c'mon, it's literally the dead of night... But hang on, that voice...? Tojo, that you?

Kaname: That's HiMERU to you. I told you to only call me that from here on, didn't I? You mustn't ever reveal my true name, no matter what. That's an order. If you disobey it, you'll die.

Jun: Seriously, who the hell do you think you are...? Ugh, geez, I don't have a clue what goes on in that head of yours!

Kaname: I'm telling you so for your own safety, Sazanami.

Though I don't know why myself, it seems it would ruin all those around me if anyone learned my real name.

Jun: ...? Beats me what you mean by any of that, but what's up? Dunno where to sleep since you're new here or somethin'?

Your bed's over in this corner, where there aren't any bags lying around. See? HiMERU's written out clearly on this nameplate.

There’s still marks visible from peeling off the nameplate for the previous guy who escaped this place.

Kaname: It matters not where I sleep. I don't mean to brag, but I can fall asleep anywhere at the drop of a hat.

Jun: Huh, that so? Pretty dumb for a special talent. Funny 'cause you seem like the type to be super fussy, y'know?

Kaname: And what's that supposed to mean? Do you have a problem with that?

Jun: Nah, I'm good. I'm sleepy as hell so I don't wanna argue with you... Anyway, seriously, whaddya want?

Kaname: Hmph. Show me the way to the Cabicones.

Jun: ...? That some kinda land in a foreign country?

Kaname: The secret meeting place that lies somewhere on Reimei Academy's premises. Haven't you heard of them?

I heard that Tatsumi Kazehaya goes there almost every night, though who knows what shady things he gets up to.

Jun: Ohh, you mean the Catacombs, huh?

Kaname: Whatever they're called. What matters, however, is what exactly Tatsumi Kazehaya is doing there.

Jun: And what're ya gonna do with that once you find out?

Kaname: I want to be like him.

He's a Top Idol who's looked up to by all, by teachers and the higher-ups in the industry, by Special and Non-Special Students alike—

Kaname: I don't really know what I did myself, but I definitely made a mistake somehow.

While I'm resigning myself to this... this humiliating position for now, I will take back what is mine. And to do so, I must know what Tatsumi Kazehaya does to earn such a beloved position.

He is, at the moment, Reimei Academy's most respected idol. If I'm to have any future, then I have to imitate him!

Jun: Well, doesn't everyone respect Kazehaya-senpai simply 'cause he's a great idol?

Kaname: I'm a splendid idol too! What makes him and I so different?!

Jun: Hm. Well, for starters, he wouldn't be insane enough to cause a whole racket when everyone's dead tired and tryna sleep.

And y'know, lemme just give you a warning. Even if you go to the Catacombs or whatsit, I don't think you'll learn anything anyway.

Pretty early on, I got curious ‘bout it too and decided to try going for a lil' peek, but...

Hang around a place like that and get involved with that kinda group, and you're not gonna make it as an idol.

Kaname: ...? What do you mean? That's your own decision, isn't it? You, who’s nothing but a failure who never managed to be a Special Student in the first place.

Jun: Shut your ass. Having fun rubbing salt into my wounds, huh? Isn't that the kinda thing that gotcha knocked down here?

Jun: Well, whatever. Your thoughtless insults don't piss me off all that much. It's odd, but I don't really get any sense of malice from you.

You're probably just a tactless idiot more than anything.

Kaname: Don't call me an idiot. The idiot is the one who called me an idiot.

Jun: ...You're gonna be a pain no matter what, so I'll show you the way there. It's just around the corner, anyway.

Kaname: Alright. You should've just said so from the start, Sazanami.

Jun: Aren'tcha gonna at least say thanks...? How'd your parents even raise you?

Well, whatever. Now that that's decided, let's hurry up and go.

But just so you know, I'm only gonna take you to the entrance, got it? I seriously don't wanna have anything to do with that.

Kaname: That? What exactly goes on in these… catacombs?

Jun: You'll know as soon as you see it. It's — y'know, what's the word...

A cult, pretty much.

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