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skylarsblue · 1 year

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✦Even. More. Incorrect C.o.D Quotes.✦

Y/N, pinning Soap’s arms with their thighs in sparring: Haha! Eat shit, Scotsman! Soap, struggling: FUCKIN’ ‘ELL, The hell is in your thighs?! Y/N: Pure spite and protein, bitch! --

Someone: Hey Johnny. Y/N: Oh, no, only Ghost can- Soap: Oi! Only Y/N & Ghost can pull that off, it’s Soap to you. Y/N: Yeah he- wait me too? *gaaassp* Ohhh is this what favoritism feels like?! Soap: Pfft, maybe! Y/N: I enjoy it a lot! <3

-- American!Y/N: Fuckin’ git, he’s off his rocker, that one. The entire team: … American!Y/N: *dramatically smacks their hand over their mouth* Gaz: *laughing* Was that genuine?! Y/N: AH, I’ve been conditioned! I’ve been colonized! Soap: COLONI-*WHEEZE*

-- Fem Fatal!Y/N: What th- what is this, a spy movie? You want me to infiltrate by being some eye candy?! Laswell: It’s the best option we have. Ghost: I disagree with this. Soap: Me too! This feels real nasty, I think. Fem Fatal!Y/N: *sigh* Fine, I’ll do it. God gave me these tits for a reason, might as well use’em for somethin’. Gaz: PFF-no no, don’t be funny, this is a bad situation.

-- Graves: No! You can’t, cause if you take it- …you’ll be hurting my feelings :((( Ghost: You know, I was thinking about that. And, the thing is…I really don’t care.

-- (In a ride back to base; just makin’ conversation)

Gaz: Do you find boys attractive? Or girls. That’s one what to check, if you’re not sure. Y/N: *chuckles* You think I’m not sure? Y/N: Everyone’s attractive to be honest, even if it’s just something small. Like, some people have really gorgeous hands. Y/N: I don’t know…I’m a little bit in love with everyone I meet. But I think that’s normal. Gaz: …hm, suppose that’s a fair answer…

-- Soap, laughing: You watch it or might just start fallin’ for ya, L.T! Ghost: …would you like to? Soap: Eh-…huh? Simon: Would you like to? Fall in love with me, I mean… Soap: ….well I-…well, yeah. I wouldn’t mind…if you’d let me. Simon: …I’d let you. Soap: Well then, guess that’s it then. Woo me, Si. Simon: I’ll do my best.

-- Someone: I don't need advice from a team of virgin losers. Y/N: VIRGIN LOSERS?! *grabs Price’s shoulder and motions to him aggressively* You gonna tell me you think this man doesn’t fuck for a living?! HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?! Gaz & Soap: *for the millionth time trying not to laugh* Price: *he’s not encouraging it but he does look kinda smug*

-- Gaz, on TikTok: Everyone’s always like “Kyle how’d you bag a baddie, how’d you bag that baddie bruh-“ I didn’t bag shit. Y/N picked me up from my neck, threw me over their shoulder and I’ve been on it ever since. (Zooms out to show that he is in fact, on their shoulder) Gaz: And I ain’t got no plans on getting off anytime soon-

(This also works with Soap & Ghost)

-- Y/N: Why’s it always you got mommy issues or you got daddy issues? Me personally? Both my parents got me messed up, the side I pick? Is mine. I ain’t Hannah Montana- Y/N: 🎶but I got the best of both worlds!~🎵 Ghost: *he’s laughing on the inside, I swear*

-- Ghost, on the verge of dissociating: Why be sad…when you can just be ✨g o n e✨ Soap: Si, no-

-- Graves: Punch me. In the face. Didn’t you hear me? Y/N: I always hear “punch me in the face” when you speak, but it’s usually subtext. Graves: *huff* Well I- *gets punched so hard he falls over* Y/N: ….that felt good. Ghost: I’m so proud- Price: Stop encouraging them.

-- Soap, bursting into the briefing room: Y/N got into a fight! (Insert running scene) Price: Soldier, what hap- Ghost, sliding up in front of them: Did you win? Y/N: Of course I won. Ghost: Nice. Price: STOP ENCOURAGING VIOLENCE-

-- Y/N, in a vent above a room: Soap, it’s me, the devil! Soap: *wheeze* Gaz: *trying so hard not to laugh* Y/N: I’m here to convince you to do SIN. Come with me. Steal candy from babies and from small businesses! Soap: *WHEEZE*

-- Y/N, passing by: *does that super flirty “up & down” look* Hey König…~ König: Hallo, guten morgen. Y/N: *smiles and keeps going* König, as soon as they’re gone: *deep breath* Ohmeingottohmeingott *tiny scream*

-- Ghost after being asked about his feelings on Soap: *heavy breathing* ……..nextquestion-

-- Gaz, a menace on TikTok: Batches be on the lookout for Captain Save-A-Hoe, cause he savin’ hoes. Price, minding his business: ? Y/N, dramatically “swooning” in the background: I WANNA BE SAAAAAVED *falls* Price, unaware he’s having a thirst trap made for him: ?????

-- (I think bullying Graves is funny)

Graves: Let me tell you how this is gonna work- Y/N: You ain’t gonna tell me shit. Graves: Listen!- Y/N: Suck my dick. Graves: Listen to me!- Y/N: Suck my dick. Graves: Shut up, listen to me! Y/N: Suck my dick, you fuck man. Graves: Listen!! Y/N: Suck my dick. Graves: You will be here and listen to my ord- Y/N: You’ll be here sucking my dick. Graves: Listen to me, now! Y/N: Go fuck yourself.

-- Y/N: I would rather lead my team into a pit of fire, than have them wield guns for your ignorant usurper cunt of a general. Price: *mans is so proud it’s showing in his chops*

-- Simon: Your eyes are like sapphires…jeez…ahem, that’s pretty corny though, huh? Soap, swooning: No, not at all. Anyone would like it…aha… Simon: …uh…is this- Soap: Working? Oh yeah, thoroughly wooed, sir. Simon: Good, good.

-- Price: Please tell me you didn’t drag the boys into this. Y/N: I didn’t drag Soap & Gaz into this! *insert banging on door* Price: Who is that? Y/N: I think you know.

-- Soap: I wouldn’t wish that ‘pon my worst enemy. Unless, of course, we’re talkin’ ‘bout my enemy Philip Graves. Soap: Fuck you, Phillip(/neg), you know what you did.

-- Gaz: So you have feelings for this person. Just rip the bandaid off. Y/N, with daddy issues: It’s Price. Gaz: *inhales through his teeth* Put the bandaid back on.

-- Y/N: …Ghost? You’re into Ghost? Soap: Mhm…thoughts? Y/N: And prayers, Johnny. And prayers.

-- Gaz: Are you straight? Y/N: *chokes on drink* Don’t ever fucking insult me like that ever again.

-- (Some type of escort mission or somethin’)

Price: This woman wouldn’t know how to fix a broken fingernail. Fem!Y/N: Honestly, you lot have to be the most boorish, crude, pig-headed men I’ve ever met. Price: Hey, I’ve seen the high-bred boys you’ve hung out with, princess. I’m the only man you’ve ever met.

(Insert overly intense sexual tension here)

-- König: How does that even make any- *knife sound* König: *looks down at the knife in his thigh* Did you just- *takes knife out* Did you just stab me? What is your problem?!

-- (I’m only using Alejandro cause the dude in the audio had a slight Spanish accent, mans is definitely a feminist)

Alejandro: It’s not natural for girls to fight. Fem!Y/N: Now it’s not natural for a man to be as stupid as he is tall, but mm. Here you stand! Alejandro, in love: …

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irkimatsu · 2 months

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Can you do a husk x fem reader where she’s also a cat demon (no wings, just cat) yet she’s the epitome of “golden retriever” As if her personality was golden, she’s extroverted and caring and so so bubbly (even more so than Charlie). But then one night, crying is heard from her room and husk hears it and she’s insecure of her body because of how skinny she is?? She has curves yes but that doesn’t make her feel better at all and she’s always comparing herself to others and how she could be better!! It’s just overall angst with fluff please :( 🙏

(Live laugh love you sm !!)

Okay, so, first off, a confession - I am, uh. Not skinny. I am far from skinny, and not only that, I'm in the business of taking skinny characters and chunking them up. Have you seen some of my posts about Overlord Husk?

All that to say that I'm not used to writing skinny characters, and "skinny character insecure about their body" is an absolutely foreign concept to me. I tried my best, though, and I hope I hit the notes with this that you needed!

About 1.5 words. Primarily SFW but Husk gets a little handsy toward the end. One-sided Husk/Angel from Angel's side, but Angel's graceful about it, there's no ship bashing here, I still love Angel and he's still one of Husk's best friends.

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“Husky!”

Husk has barely made it into the hotel lobby, and you’re already clinging to him, your tail wagging furiously.

The tail wagging is strange for your species; you’d reincarnated in hell as a gray tabby cat, a creature known for being moody, standoffish, even a little prissy. But that wasn’t who you were in life, and it’s not how you are in death, either. Husk realized it immediately upon meeting you, and at first he wasn’t a fan of your wild energy, but you managed to grow on the old man’s heart soon enough. He appreciated how young you could make him feel, and how much you reminded him that the best years of his life weren’t as far gone as he thought.

“Hey, hey!” he says, laughing, a far cry from the Husk who would have snapped at you to get off of him a few months ago. “I missed you too, babe!” He gently hugs you back, giving you a couple pats on the back before stepping away. At first you would have been hurt by the lack of enthusiasm, but now you realize that he’s simply not comfortable with too much PDA. He’s perfectly affectionate behind closed doors, and that’s what really matters.

“Damn, I need to find someone who pounces me like that when I get home!” Angel says with a laugh. Shopping bags dangle from all four of his arms, and he’s wearing a pair of sunglasses you don’t think you’ve seen on him before.

“Did you guys enjoy your boys’ day out?” you ask.

“Sure did!” Husk says as he holds up his own, much smaller shopping bag. “Had as much fun as you can when you’re clothes shopping with Angel for three hours, anyway.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t like me showing off outfits for ya,” Angel teases as he sways his hips. “I know you were staring at my ass in every pair of shorts I tried on.”

“What ass?” Husk shoots back with a smile. “Don’t lie to me, you’re flat as the fuckin’ bartop.”

“Hm? I’m sorry, and whose flat ass has been on the cover of every adult magazine in hell, again?” Angel says, swaying his hips further.

“Hey, if the people want flat twinks, then good for them.” Husk returns his attention to you, and sticks his hand in the paper shopping bag. “That shop was real nice, though. I found a couple things for myself, and got you a little somethin’, too.” He digs around for a bit, before pulling out a small jewelry box and handing it to you. “Here. For my golden girl.”

You open the box and gasp at the sight of a golden choker encrusted with diamonds. “Husk! How much was this?!”

“Enough to be worth it,” is all the information he’ll give. “Mind if I put it on you?”

“Go ahead!”

He takes the box back and walks behind you. His claws graze your skin as he fastens the choker around your neck, and your skin prickles.

While he’s behind you, you’re still facing Angel. You bear no ill-will toward the porn star; you admire his confidence, and you know he’s been a good friend to Husk since long before you got here. For as much as they tease each other, Husk does genuinely seem to care about Angel and enjoy his outings with him; he wouldn’t have gone on that shopping trip if he didn’t enjoy the company at least a little, you’re sure. He hasn’t been subtle about his crush on Husk, but he’s also conceded his loss to you with grace, which only makes you appreciate him further. It’s not like Angel can’t provide any competition. Who would turn down the opportunity to date a famous porn star? You’re not even into his works, but even you admit that he’s gorgeous, with his slender build and strong legs.

You’re not built like him at all. He’s skinny in a way he works hard for, making sure every part of his body is proportioned just right for his admirers. He’s not just skinny, he’s healthy, and he glows from it.

Meanwhile, Husk is gently rubbing your bony shoulders, and you can’t help but wonder how he feels about the hard lumps beneath his palms.

“Turn around so I can see it?” he asks. You comply, and he responds with wide eyes and a whistle. “Beautiful.”

You’re not sure if you’re in the right headspace to accept the compliment. “Thanks,” you say anyway.

You spend the rest of the afternoon talking to Husk and Angel about their outing, and trying not to look at Angel too much.

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Why are you crying about this? This is so stupid. Husk chose you, didn’t he? He met Angel first; if that was what he really wanted, they would have gotten together before you even showed up, wouldn’t they?

So why are you hiding under your blanket, sobbing and clutching your shoulders and wishing you looked like him?

A gentle rapping noise interrupts your self-pity. “Babe? You okay in there?”

“I’m fine!” you call back, despite the tears streaming down your face.

“That didn’t sound fine.” Damn him and his ability to read people. That’s what you get for dating someone who doesn’t like backing down from someone who’s clearly in denial about their own feelings. How dare he care about you like this?

(You’re glad he cares about you. You just wish he’d let you have that denial.)

“I’ll be right there,” you say, knowing he won’t leave now that he’s heard you crying. You untangle yourself from the blanket cocoon you’ve been hiding in, and you go to open the door for him.

“You look like shit,” Husk says as he closes the door behind him. Not the most romantic greeting, but he’s not wrong; your fur is stained with tears, and your makeup is running. Not a good look. “Come here.” He takes your hand, leads you to the bed, and sits you both on the edge of it. “Talk to me.”

You take a few deep breaths to make sure you won’t start sobbing mid-sentence. “Husk? Am I too skinny?”

Husk stares at you, dumbfounded. “Babe. Everyone in this hotel is built like a fucking twig.”

“Yeah, on purpose!” you say. “They don’t have bones sticking out, or sunken faces… they don’t look fucking starved.”

Husk still seems dumbfounded. “Have you looked at me recently?”

You don’t mind giving him a look. His soft fur, unintentionally tousled in such a perfect way, with tufts on his shoulders and chest that are so wonderful to tug. His yellow eyes that currently burn with sarcasm, but that can gaze at you so softly when the mood is right. His generous heart; it’s not something you can see, but you always feel it when you look at him. Whether it’s the choker you still feel around your neck or the time he always gives you no matter the hour of the day, you know he could never feel like he’s given you enough.

“You don’t think I look awful, do you?” Husk says. “You could tell me if you did. I ain’t under any delusion that I’m winning any beauty contests.”

“You look great, Husk!” you insist. “I’ve thought you were handsome ever since I got here.”

“Yeah? You don’t think I look like a withered corpse because I’m regularly too drunk to remember to eat?”

“No!” you say, horrified. “Why would I ever think that?”

“Because it’s true,” he says with a shrug. “I take shitty care of myself, I ain’t denying it. At least you’re tryin’. That’s just what your body looks like. That ain’t your problem.”

“But still…” You pull your legs up to the bed and hug them. “I wish I looked like Angel sometimes… he really likes you, you know.”

Husk snorts. “Yeah. I kinda guessed.”

“You could have been with him before I even got here. Why would you choose me over a gorgeous celebrity like him?”

“You’ve got a certain charm that he doesn’t have. I still like the guy a lot, but we’re just friends. He’s not as kind hearted as you, and he doesn’t appreciate quiet nights in like you do. He needs someone who can keep up with him… and I need someone who can slow down with me. Someone like you.”

At least he loves your personality…

“Plus…” Husk wraps an arm around your waist and squeezes your hip. “I wasn’t kiddin’ when I said he had a flat ass.”

“Husk!” you squeal, his touch tickling your skin.

“Can I be a gross old man for a second?” he says with a smirk. “Because I love curves. Hips and ass are the best. Gives me something to squeeze.” Both of his arms are around you now, and he’s holding you close. “Sure, he’s perfect by some standards, but he ain’t my type. You, on the other hand…” He kisses your forehead and gently strokes your hair. “Don’t change based on what you think I want, okay, doll? I love you just like this.

Comparin’ yourself to others won’t get you anywhere. Just trust that I’m with you because I wanna be.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel husk x reader #hazbin husk x reader #irk blubbers about nothing #irk got asked a thing #irk huskposts

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Sunset Savannah’s Tamashina-Mina – Episode 1

Following is my translation of Episode 1 of the Tamashina-Mina event.

Spoilers after the cut!

Episode 1-1

Leona: Life just ain’t fair… Can't believe I got stuck going on this useless trip to this good-for-nothing city.

Vil: Excuse you? You’re the one who invited us here, you know. You’re ruining the nice scenery, so could you maybe try not complaining for like five seconds?

Kalim: This place is totally awesome! The scenery's beautiful everywhere you look, and the city’s absolutely huge. I’m so glad we got to come hang out in Leona’s hometown.

Leona: Oi. Lemme tell you this one more time: we ain’t here for fun and games. Our goal is to…

Lilia: You needn’t be so concerned, Leona. We all understand what we’re here for. No matter who we go up against, they’ll be no match for us. We’ll win this thing lickety-split!

Leona: …..Fine. Long as you get it. Ya’ll better not mess this up, you hear? You guys gotta be the ones who win the title of “Sunset Warrior”.

(A phone rings)

Leona: …Augh. Would ya shut up already? Who the heck would call me this early.… It’s…!! Tsch. If I don’t answer him now, it’ll just come back to bite me in the butt later.

(Leona accepts the call)

Leona: What’s up? Got a morning report for me or something? Huh. A reminder call? That’s new. Guess I shouldn’t expect anythin’ less from the grand chamberlain of the royal family. You sure are somethin’. Listen, you can save your breath. You called just to tell me to come home in time for Tamashina-Mina, right? I get it, it totally slipped my mind last year. Hah, it might just slip my mind this year, too. ….What? You’re comin’ here to get me? At Night Raven College? And you're bringin' all the chamberlains!? I didn’t know you’d take this so seriously… Fine, fine, I get it. I’ll come home the day before the festival. …Yes, I mean it. Have I ever lied to ya? ….Oh, quit with the blabbering. It was just a joke. But I got one condition for me coming home. You have to make sure to leave a slot free for one team in the “Catch the Tail” tournament. ….Why? Doesn’t matter. Stop complainin’ and just do it.

(Leona hangs up the phone)

Leona: Give me a break… The hell is he so obsessed with some stupid old event for? What a hard-headed geezer. Ah, now that I think about it, this is a good chance to take care of that little problem I got. ‘Kay, then I’ll need to go assemble the right pieces to win this game.

(After school - Savannah Claw Dorm Lounge)

Everyone: ….

Leona: So ya made it after all, Lilia and Vil. Nice work, Jack.

Jack: No problem!

Vil: And just why have you gathered us here?

Leona: There’s somethin’ I wanna discuss with ya’ll.

Lilia: If it’s really that important, wouldn’t it have made more sense for you to come to us, instead?

Vil: Goodness. If Jack hadn’t come to fetch us, I would have kept on ignoring your summons.

Grim: What he said!

Yuu: G-Good afternoon…

Leona: …Hold it. Why’re Grim and Yuu here?

Jack: I ran into them when I went to get Vil Senpai and Lilia Senpai, and they tagged along on their own.

Grim: Anywhere there’s lots of people gathered together, there’s bound to be lots of tasty food!

Jack: First time I ever heard that.

Leona: You two are just gonna get in the way. Buzz off already.

Vil: Forget them and hurry up and tell us what’s going on, Leona. We’ll go ahead and leave if you don’t start talking.

Leona: Alright, alright. Sounds like you just can’t wait to hear this, huh. Well, it ain’t nothin’ bad or anything. I’d just like to humbly invite my dear school friends to come visit my homeland with me, is all.

Jack: Huh? Your homeland… You mean Sunset Savannah?

Leona: Yup. They’ll be having Tamashina-Mina this weekend in the royal capital, Sunrise City

Grim: Tamashi….Mui…

Leona: Tamashina-Mina. It means “Gift from the Heavens”. Basically, it’s a festival where we all pray for rain. We hold it every year around this time, right before the rainy season starts.

Lilia: Oh, my. I’ve heard of that festival before, but I’ve never seen it for myself. It always sounded like such a fun occasion!

Jack: I’m guessing you’re going back home to take part in the festival, Leona Senpai?

Vil: And you’re inviting us to come along? …I smell something fishy. What’s your end goal here?

Leona: Thanks for makin’ this quick for me. The reason I’m invitin’ ya is because of… Catch the Tail.

Vil: Catch the Tail? I’ve never heard of that before.

Jack: Me neither. The heck is that?

Leona: It’s the name of this competition that takes place during the festival, where you gotta try an' grab some beads off your opponent's head before they nab yours. Magic and weapons are a no-go… It’s a pure test of your physical strength.

Jack: Oh yeah? Sounds pretty interesting.

Leona: There’s three players per team, and 16 teams in all compete together in a tournament. It’s pretty much the highlight of Tamashina-Mina. Even the king of Sunset Savannah and a bunch of guests from all over the world come to watch.

Grim: Then I bet the prize must be somethin’ awesome, right….? Like a year’s supply of tuna cans!?

Leona: Of course, there’s gonna be lots of prizes to go around… Is what I’d like to say, but unfortunately there ain’t any prizes or cash money up for grabs.

Grim: ...Lame.

Leona: Regardless, every year we get tons of people wantin’ to compete. And the reason is… The members of the winning team become Sunset Warriors.

Episode 1-2

Vil: Sunset Warriors…. I hadn’t expected to learn so many new words today.

Leona: It’s ‘cause all this stuff has been around for a long time and the lingo hasn’t changed. Listen, I’m fed up with everything, too, so don’t come complainin’ to me about it. The Sunset Warriors are a team of guardians that protect the country and support the king and queen.

Lilia: Oh? Something like… an imperial guard?

Leona: Originally, yeah. But now that we’re in times of peace, a job like that really doesn’t matter anymore. Nowadays, it’s more-or-less just an honorary title that’s given to the winning team.

Lilia: Well, that’s good, isn’t it? You could say that the title itself is a symbol of the peaceful times we now live in.

Leona: If you’re tryin' to put it as nicely as you can, sure. The job itself is long gone, but what hasn’t changed is that the title’s got a lot of prestige attached to it. Every year, highly skilled competitors from all over the country come down to take part in the tournament.

Jack: Gotcha… So in order to become a Sunset Warrior, you’re also going to compete in Catch the Tail!?

Leona: Nah, I ain’t gonna compete… Well, more like I ain’t even allowed to.

Vil: What do you mean?

Leona: It’s tradition for the younger brother of the heir to the throne to become the leader of the Sunset Warriors. And right now, that’s me.

Lilia: I see. So in other words, you’re already the leader of the Sunset Warriors. And since that isn't going to change anytime soon, then it makes sense you wouldn’t be permitted to compete in a game where the rest of the group members are chosen.

Leona: Yeah. And the leader has this friggin’ annoyin’ duty called “The Lessons of the Guardian”. I have to teach the other Warriors the understanding, good sense, and etiquette needed to protect both the monarch and the kingdom.

Vil: Understanding?

Lilia: Good sense?

Jack: Etiquette?

Grim: You have to teach people all that, Leona?

Everyone: ….Pfft. Ahahahhahah!

Grim: Nyahaha! They sure picked the wrong guy for that!

Jack: Ahahaha…. Ah! S-Sorry, Leona Senpai!

Leona: Hmph. Just as ya’ll have kindly pointed out, O Wise Ones, someone as rough around the edges as me just ain’t cut out for a gig like this. That’s why I’m trying to get out of it, no matter what it takes. Last year, I pretended like I accidentally forgot all about the festival and didn’t go home. And that’s what I’d been plannin’ to do this year, too. But this morning…. They called me up to remind me about it. There’s no tellin’ what they’ll do if I don’t agree to come back home now. I was thinkin’ I might as well throw in the towel and stop tryin' to swindle ‘em, but…

Lilia: But you really don’t want to have to go home and do this whole “Lessons of the Guardian” thing, do you?

Vil: Amazing. You can’t even do what’s required of you?

Leona: Hey, you have no idea just how long and annoying those stupid lessons are. So zip it. Anyways, that’s why I singled out you three to take with me.

Jack: Huh? You don’t mean…

Leona: Yup. I’m gonna have ya’ll win Catch the Tail for me. If a bunch of students from Night Raven College end up winning, all we gotta do is get our stories straight and pretend we finished doin’ the “Lessons of the Guardian”.

Everyone: He’s way too cunning!!!!

Yuu: What a sly guy…

Leona: Nah, it’s called bein’ clever. I hate doin’ pointless stuff.

Jack: Are we even allowed to compete? We’re not from Sunset Savannah or anything.

Leona: It ain’t a problem. People from all over can compete. Somethin’ about how anybody has the potential to become a guardian or whatever. It’s actually a pretty respectable policy, not what I’d expect from my country. There’s been plenty of foreigners and sightseers who’ve taken part over the years, so don’t worry about it. If a team of students from the famous Night Raven College compete, I’m sure the spectators will go wild.

Jack: Alright.

Leona: Jack, there’s not many guys at this school who can beat ya when it comes to physical strength. …But ya know, the people that’ll be competin’ are all pros at this stuff. What do ya think? Sounds interesting, right?

Jack: So I’ll get to put my strength to the test, huh. …Yeah, sure sounds like fun. I honestly still don’t get this whole “Sunset Warrior” stuff, but the competition sounds right up my alley. I’d love to see how far my strength will take me, going up against all those seasoned fighters!

Leona: Good. This is an important job, you hear. Next up, we got this old coot who’s always poppin’ up where ya least expect him. The way you can move around, it’s super-human. You’re friggin’ weird, alright? I honestly loathe teamin’ up with ya, but I’ll at least acknowledge your physical skills.

Lilia: Kufufu…. Leona, you really shouldn’t compliment me so unabashedly like that. I’ll get embarrassed, you know. But I must say, I feel that Malleus would also be a good fit for what you’re looking for. You sure you don’t want to invite him? I have no doubt he’d be delighted if you did. How about I go ask him right now? Shall I?

Leona: Quit it!!! No way in hell I’d ever ask that horned jackass for any favors. I’m invitin' you instead, and I’m damn sure you understand that already!

Lilia: Ah… That’s too bad, but I guess it can’t be helped. This Catch the Tail game sounds like it will be a lot of fun, and I’m sure we’ll all look back on this experience fondly someday. I’ll be delighted to take part.

Leona: Why didn’t ya just say that in the first place then? When we get back, be sure you brag to Malleus all about the amazing trip you had an’ make him nice and jealous.

Episode 1-3

Grim: And the last person you invited is Vil. I bet he’ll be of some use. Not as much as me, of course.

Jack: Vil Senpai always makes sure to keep up with his training regiment. He’s a great choice.

Lilia: And with that wonderful fighting spirit of his, he’d make a splendid combatant.

Leona: I mean, you’re not wrong. But the deciding factor for me was… There’s tons of strong guys at this school, but they’re all stubborn boneheads.

Jack: You’re right.

Lilia: I’m not sure you’ve got room to talk, Jack.

Leona: With that in mind, Vil’s a dorm warden who’s got a good head on his shoulders. Besides, me an’ him have been super close pals ever since we started goin’ to school together.

Vil: Eww…. You said that with absolutely zero emotion. Basically, you picked me because you know I wouldn’t subject you to any meaningless drivel, is that right? Well, I refuse. You won’t get me to play along for such a crude reason like that. If you’d like to take another third year with you, how about Rook?

Leona: Not in a hundred years…. Come on. I’m countin’ on ya, Vil.

Vil: Oh? I wasn’t aware you were a fan of mine, Leona. All you have to do is teach the “Lessons of the Guardian” to the tournament winners, right? I don’t really understand why I need to take part in this Catch the Tail thing? Go ask someone else. I’ll be excusing myself now.

Leona: You sure about that? You’re gonna regret it if you don’t stick around to hear the rest of my proposal.

Vil: And what is it?

Leona: Since you’re into beauty and stuff, I’m sure you know about that place called Elephant Legacy, right?

Vil: …..Of course I do.

Jack: Elephant Legacy? Never heard of it.

Grim: Is it someplace that Vil would be interested in?

Leona: It’s a barren land where the sun don’t ever shine. It’s filled with volcanoes that spew hot air into the sky, and there’s a gorge that cuts through the area. It used to be called the Elephant Graveyard, and it was a lawless land where even the king’s power couldn’t reach. And now it’s a….

Jack / Grim: *Gulp*

Leona: Hot spring resort.

Jack / Grim: Hot spring!? Resort!?

Leona: Yup. With all those gushing geysers and that magnificent scenery, not to mention the specialty goods they make usin’ geothermal energy, it’s become the foremost sightseein' destination in the whole country. …Well, I say “foremost” destination, but it ain’t like there’s really many others you can count.

Lilia: I’ve been there before. I found it a very enjoyable location.

Vil: Both the mineral water sold at Elephant Legacy, as well as the mud from the hot springs, are reputed to be great for your skin. …I-I would like to go there, but I’d rather go on my own. It’d be much more enjoyable than going with you.

Leona: That’s only if ya could go without me.

Vil: …What?

Leona: If you’re willin’ to participate in the Catch the Tail competition for me… I’ll personally take ya to this special location at Elephant Legacy that only members of the royal family are allowed to access.

Vil: HUH!?

Leona: If ya went to the hot springs on your own, you’d never be able to get to this location without me. And of course, that spot is guaranteed to be good for your beauty or whatever. If ya pass up on this opportunity, you won’t ever get to go there for the rest of your life.

Jack: Wow. No matter how you look at it, there’s no way Vil Senpai’s gonna be able to turn him down now…!

Lilia: Now I understand. Since he had such a powerful card up his sleeve, that’s why he went ahead and invited Vil.

Vil: You really are a sly man, proposing something like that to me. ...Fine. I'm hereby reserving a spot on Producer Leona’s Sunset Savanna Sight Seeing Tour. In exchange, you need to do your job and show us around properly. Okay, Mr. Tour Guide?

Leona: Uh-huh. I’ll be the best darn escort you ever had.

Grim: A festival in Sunset Savannah, huh… Sounds like it’s gonna be a lot of fun.

Yuu: I wonder if they’ll be serving lots of good food!

Grim: No doubt about it! Leona! We’ll come along, too!

Leona: And just who do ya think is gonna take ya?

Grim: What!?

Leona: Ain’t no way you guys are up to snuff for Catch the Tail.

Grim: Hey, no worries! The heck would I wanna join in on some annoying competition? All I’m gonna be doing is stuffing my face with tasty grub!

Leona: …And now there’s even less of a reason for me to take ya’ll.

Grim: But why!! TAKE US WITH YOU! TAKE US WITH YOOU! TAKE UUUUSSS!!!

Leona: Shut up, furball!

Lilia: Why not let them come along, Leona? The more traveling buddies, the merrier.

Leona: Bringing along a couple of dead weights is just gonna be a pain in the neck.

Jack: Grim’s rolling around on the floor making a fuss, but… What about you, Yuu?

Yuu: I’d love to go, if I could…!

Lilia: You see, Leona? I think you should stop being so miserly and let them come. If we go on this trip together with everyone…. Then we’ll be able to create a lot of fun memories together.

Leona: And I’m telling you, we ain’t goin’ there for fun and games.

Lilia: Such a cold-hearted man! Then maybe I’ll stay behind, too, and we can have a party at Ramshackle Dorm.

Leona: Tsch. I know exactly what you’re up do. Okay, fine. They can come be our team support or whatever.

Yuu: We’ll give it our best!

Leona: Oi. I’ll be countin’ on ya, so you better make sure this furball here doesn’t go and cause me any trouble. You got it?

Episode 1-4 (The weekend)

Grim: Ah, it’s Vil. Howdy!

Vil: Good morning, Grim and Yuu. You two are both headed towards the Mirror Chamber, I presume? Let’s go together.

Yuu: We’ll probably get there pretty early, huh.

Vil: Of course. Punctuality is everything in showbiz, you know. People who arrive late on set never get very far in the industry. Oh? You’re bringing the Ghost Camera with you, I see.

Grim: Uh-huh! We’re gonna take lots of pics of all the yummy food we eat there.

Vil: Please do be sure to get a picture of us winning Catch the Tail, alright?

Jack: Good morning, Vil Senpai! Ah, and there’s Grim and Yuu.

Vil: Good morning, Jack. You’re here early.

Jack: Yeah, I didn’t want to keep my Senpai waiting.

Lilia: Oh, is everyone here already? Good morning!

Vil: Morning, Lilia. ….Why are you wearing your PE uniform?

Lilia: I don’t do very well with direct sunlight, so I picked out a comfortable outfit for the trip. Looky here, I also packed a parasol and a handheld fan.

Jack: I figured it would be best to wear something respectable, so that’s why I came wearing my school uniform… I wonder if that was the wrong choice.

Vil: No, you made the right choice based on the time, place, and occasion. We’ll be accompanying a member of the royal family to his homeland, after all.

Lilia: I’m a seasoned traveler, so I’m exercising the utmost caution here. I also made sure to let Malleus know how to reach me in case of an emergency, since he has to stay behind at the dorm.

Vil: Sounds like you’ve got all your bases covered, then.

Lilia: Kufufu. Just who do you take me for? I’m a professional solo traveler, you know. Before I enrolled at the school I went traveling alone all over the world, so this is nothing new for me. But this time, I promised to take plenty of photos while on our trip. I hope you boys will help me out with that.

Yuu: Let’s take lots of pictures together!

Lilia: That’s the spirit. Ah, this is why traveling is so much fun! Is Leona still not here yet? It’s about the time we’d agreed to meet.

Jack: Not yet. When I knocked on his door this morning he answered me, so I thought he was awake. But…

Grim: Knowing that slacker, he probably went right back to sleep.

Vil: Even though we’re all going on this trip because of him…

Leona: *Yaaawn*….

Jack: Good morning, Leona Senpai!

Leona: ‘Sup. Is everyone here?

Jack: Yes! All accounted for.

Vil: Once we get there, will the tournament be starting right away?

Leona: Nah, the festival is starting today, and the tournament will begin tomorrow. Today, you guys are gonna use the tournament arena and get some practice in.

Lilia: So we’ll at least have time to get down the basics, then. That’s a relief.

Vil: And we’ll also have plenty of time to stop by Elephant Legacy, correct?

Leona: You don’t even gotta ask. I made us arrangements and everything. Alright, let’s get goin’.

???: Huh?

Kalim: What’re you guys all doing here?

Leona: Kalim… The heck are you doin’ in the Mirror Chamber?

Lilia: Well, isn’t this a coincidence. Good morning, Kalim.

Kalim: Oh, hey! Good morning, Lilia! And good morning, everyone else!!!

Vil: Since you’re in the Mirror Chamber, I take it you’re planning to go somewhere?

Kalim: Yup! I’m going to Sunset Savannah!

Leona: What…!?

Everyone: !!!

Kalim: Wait a sec! Since Leona’s here, are you guys maybe all going to Tamashina-Mina, too?

Leona: “Too?” So that means… It’s just what I was thinkin’.

Vil (whispering to Leona): Leona, did you also invite Kalim?

Leona (whispering to Vil): Don’t make me laugh. You need brains and brawn if you wanna compete in Catch the Tail. There’s no way a sheltered bub like Kalim would stand a fightin’ chance.

Lilia: Kalim. Who invited you to go to Tamashina-Mina?

Kalim: The royal family of Sunset Savannah.

Jack: The royal family?

Leona: Every year, important folks from all over the world get invited as guests of the state. Figures they would also reach out to the son of a top merchant from Scalding Sands.

Vil: Were you not aware he’d been invited?

Leona: It’s bad enough I have to go back home, no way I’d go waste my time lookin’ through the friggin’ guest list.

Grim: Hm? Hey… I don’t see Jamil anywhere?

Kalim: Jamil went on ahead to Sunset Savannah already. There’s lots of other staff members from back home that are coming along, and he was saying they’d be meeting with the people in charge of the festival. It sounded like they have a lot of stuff to do, like going over what’ll happen during the ceremony, and organizing the security and everything.

Lilia: Oh, my! Even just going to a festival is quite the serious matter for you, it appears.

Jack: We’ll be competing in Catch the Tail.

Kalim: Woah. Catch the Tail is that tournament they have during Tamashina-Mina, right? Good luck, you guys! I’ll be cheering you on from the stands!

Jack: Heh. We’ll be counting on ya!

Leona: Enough with the chit chat. Let’s go.

Episode 2 (Part 1)

Episode 2 (Part 2)

Episode 3 (Part 1)

Episode 3 (Part 2)

Episode 3 (Part 3)

Episode 4 (Part 1)

Episode 4 (Part 2)

Episode 5

#leona kingscholar #lilia vanrouge #vil schoenheit #jack howl #kalim al asim #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland #twst #my tl #tamashina-mina

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mercurygray · 1 month

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watching the rain forrrrr Fred & Brady?

Oh, this was a good one. Thank you for giving me an excuse to write them!!

It was bound to be quieter, out here with the rain.

She hadn't joined the Red Cross to be the center of attention - it was true enough that you got some of that being one of four girls in a truck, but that wasn't the same as having the spotlight on you for an unscheduled one-woman episode of Command Performance using a borrowed guitar.

Sadly for her, though, it looked like her usual seat was already taken. John Brady rose from one of the crates, his pipe giving him an almost patrician air. "Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't think there'd be anyone out here," Fred said, turning to go back inside.

"Plenty of room here for whoever wants it," Brady offered, gesturing to a second crate with his pipe. "If you don't mind a little company, that is - or the smoke."

"Reminds me of home, actually," Fred said, smoothing down her jacket and sitting down. Her grandfather had smoked a pipe - usually out on the fire escape, so the apartment wouldn't smell too awful. The smell of it calmed her. "It was getting a little loud in there for me."

"The sound of earnest appreciation," Brady said with a smile. "You made that guitar sound better than Jimmy does."

Fred blushed. It had been Curt's idea, because wasn't it always? Now, now - I think I'm owed a little treat for making it home in one piece, eh? Now where's - where's Fred? I wanna hear her sing me something. I know she's got a real sweet voice and we ain't all heard it yet.

She'd tried to beg off but Curt wouldn't take no for an answer, so they'd chivvied her up on stage, and Jimmy Hobart had handed over his guitar and pulled a stool out, and she'd tuned it up and asked Curt what he wanted to hear. Somethin' nice, he'd said with a grin. Somethin' sweet.

She wasn't about to go singing him a love song, so she'd pulled out one of those cowboy ballads she thought she'd be singing so often, I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences, Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses, Can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences, Don't fence me in.

She'd done that one, and another by Gene Autry, until Egan had joined in and gotten the whole club singing, and then Hobart had come back and she'd been able to sneak out the back door, back to the rain and the smell of Brady's pipesmoke.

"Not all of us studied music in college, Lieutenant Brady."

"You know, I wouldn't mind if you called me John," he offered quietly. "Curt's not Lieutenant Biddick, is he?"

Well, Fred, you walked into that one. "Curt excels at making himself an exception. There are rules I'm supposed to follow - and up until I got here I was pretty good at it."

"What do you think changed?" Fred looked over at Brady and found he was watching her with careful, considerate eyes - an armchair philosopher with his pipe.

She snorted and looked out into the night at the rain. It was a good question - what had changed? She was still the same person who'd left Madison twelve months ago - still had the same parents, the same college degree, the same training. Was it this place, or these people? The answer came back very unannounced, and she smiled to herself about it. "Apparently flyboys are very persuasive."

Brady chuckled. "On behalf of my fellow flyboys I will accept that compliment. So do you have any other tricks in those uniform sleeves of yours, Miss Fred? You dance, you sing, you play the guitar, you charm hardened pilots out of their seats, you make excellent donuts and a hell of a good cup of coffee. Is there anything you don't do?"

Now it was her turn to laugh out loud. "I also play a pretty good game of cribbage."

He didn't have time to respond to that, because just as she'd said it the door was opening again and Curt, listing a little bit to starboard, joined them outside. "John Brady, are you getting my best girl a drink?"

Brady sat up a little straighter, taking his pipe out of his mouth. "I can be, if she needs one."

"Hey, what is your drink, by the way?" Curt had turned his attention to Fred. "The next time I phone in I'll know what to ask for."

"A whiskey soda." Fred looked over at John, a little impressed.

Curt clapped him on the shoulder. "He remembers! See, this is why you're never gonna leave us, Fred, because we spoil you. And do you know why? Because we know a good thing when we see it. And you, Fred, are a very, very good thing."

"Maybe even the best thing?" Fred asked, getting up from her crate. Duty called - somewhere in her mind she could see the shift supervisor tapping her wrist. She'd danced too long with the same soldier, and there was no more time for quiet.

Curt was laughing at that, pulling her back inside and saying something about the jitterbug and showing Blakeley what was what and who was who. And Fred couldn't help but notice the feeling of Brady following them, resuming his seat on the stage and his clarinet, the smell of rain and his pipesmoke lingering on her jacket.

#asked and answered #basilone #i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #freda torvaldsen #masters of the air oc #john brady x oc

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jaidens · 9 months

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No words appear before me in the aftermath

pairing [s] : dallas (dally) winston x reader

warning [s] : death | mentions of dallys family and life | addiction

a/n [s] : requests are open

Dallas wasn't a breath of fresh air for most.

The gang was some of the people that allowed him to be around. Darry kept him around because he knew that Pony and Johnny were even more protected when he was around. Dallas never had a nice family. His father was a die-hard drunk and his mother didn't try very hard to help his gambling addiction.

He has been out of jail since he was 10 years old, holding a reputation of not wanting to be around people in case they could be arrested. Socs obviously hated him, alongside all of his friends. Buck was really the only guy who could stand him.

It led him to a dangerous, rocky path of drinking and smoking. Nobody cared about him enough to tell him he was wrong for what he did. That was until he met you. You made sure he relaxed on his black-outs from drinking and parties. You were the light that grew from within his darkness.

His life was slowly being dragged onto the correct road.

You took care of him on his bad days. Brushing his hair and helping him wash up before dinner. You had been the only one that gave enough shits about him to care. Admittedly, he didn't know what to feel every time you helped him out. Love was a hard word for him to say. He felt it in many ways, but he had never been told it himself. Only time he had was whenever he gave more money to his dad to gamble away.

“Dally, hey wake up.” You shook his shoulder slightly, waking him up to the sun that shined on his face. “Doll.. why you’ waking me up? Somethin’ happening?” He sat up, pulling the blankets off the side of the bed. His hands run across his face as he wakes himself up. “Nothin’s happenin’ but do ya’ wanna watch the sunrise with me?” You ask gently, grabbing his hand.

Dallas smiles at you, noticing how you're clad with your favorite dress and Dally’s jean jacket. “Yeah. I'll go.” Dallas had never told anybody about his fascination with the morning and night sky. The sunrises and sunsets in New York always made him feel like a kid again and it took his mind away from the gangs and people that crawled on the street. He knew that Ponyboy, Johnny and Sodapop always went to look at them, and that gave him a sense of happiness. Knowing that people younger than him realized how to be happy.

He got ready as you made his bed. Dallas walked up behind you, arms snaking around your waist as he kissed you. You pulled away and he smiled at you. “C’mon. Let's go watch.” You tell him and pull his hand to get him outside of Buck's house. The air is nipping at your nose and you cross your arms over your chest and you sit down on the steps.

You can see the sun that is peeking through the horizon and you let out a gentle sigh. Your neck twists as Dallas sits down next to you with a cigarette lit in between his fingers. “Real beautiful, ain't it?” The thick New York voice pierces your ears and he hands you the cigarette. You decline quietly and speak up. “My Mama would always sit out on the porch and just watch. I never understood her but I think I do now. It's so calm.”

Dally nods, taking another puff and letting it out. “My dad would yell enough to get my brother outta’ the house and sit on the side of it. I would go out with him and he would just cry. He was older than me too, but he got shot in an accident in New York.” You hear the way his voice cracks, and it makes your heart hurt. Dally was so young and had gone through so much more than everyone else.

You arm wraps around him, pulling him in. “You are so strong. You've gone through so much and you're only seventeen.” It seems like the world wraps around you as Dally pushes his head into your shoulder. “Man..I like the way you're always there for me, man.” It almost feels like nothing could push between the way you and Dallas act. You're his rock and savior, you're always there for everything he needed. He needed the support and the help with his life. Dallas was sure he would be dead and in the ground if you weren't there for him, coaching him to be his best self.

“I’ll always be there for you, Dallas. I love you.” The last words feel like a punch in this face to him. Dallas can't help but feel his hands shake and his leg begins to bounce against the porch. You're staring at him with a sense of hopefulness in your eyes and Dallas can't chalk up the words to say it back. “I love you Dallas, and I'm not gonna force you to say nothing.” He lays his head against your chest whenever you hold your arms open to hug him. Dallas always loved listening to your heartbeat as you held him close to you, gently stroking his thick soft hair after a bad night of his.

“Buck is having a party tonight. Do you wanna go to it with me or are we gonna stay upstairs hoping no drunks go upstairs?” You laugh and Dallas pulls always to look at you. “I don't know babe, I think tonight we can stay upstairs.” You show him your seductive smile he can't help but melt looking at and he kisses you with a relaxed turn to his head and his hand against your waist. “Man, I was hoping you'd say that..” You can't help but push further into Dallas and his lips are a delicious poison you want to drown in.

It ends up with the sunset being cut short and dragged upstairs with feverant kisses and palming of hands. Dallas leaves after a round to go get a pack of cigarettes and a magazine for you, however, he didn't take his wallet which made you a little upset. He comes back with two boxes of cigarettes and two magazines for you to flip through while you would share a smoke with him.

Dallas lights a cigarette on his necklace and takes a big puff which he lets out a moan and he throws his head back. He hands the cigarette to you while you're reading and you smoke alongside him. “I just chose the first broad magazine I saw. Is it good?” You looked at him and nodded. “Yeah, it's mostly stuff about shoes and the new models. It's interesting.” Dallas lays against your shoulder and continues switching the cigarette between your lips and then blowing it into the air.

Eventually your eyes get heavy and you stare at the man lying against you, his cigarette burnt out on the ashtray. Dallas is wrapped around you with his head laying once more on your chest. Your eyes closing end the moment of relaxation and comfort. You wake up whenever Dallas wakes up at Buck screaming Dally’s name above the loud music that plays. “Some kids named Pony and Johnny are here for you. They looked rough.” He says before hitting the door frame and leaving.

“Baby, what's happening?” You ask him as he tugs on a pair of jeans around his hips. “Pony and Johnny man. They're outside. They don't do this type of stuff. Go ahead and get some blankets and clothes for them, maybe they need a place to sleep.” in nod at him and he leaves quickly. You take out some blankets and go and steal some of Buck’s shirts and pants for the boys. You can't help but feel some worry about the life and you're hoping whatever is happening isn't that bad.

Dallas brings them upstairs and Ponyboy is shaking like a leaf while Johnny is sucking in angry tears. “Man, get out of them clothes!” Dallas almost yells when Pony sits down on your bed with wet clothes. Pony pulls off his shirt and Dallas wraps a blanket around his shoulders and he continues shaking even with the warmth of the thick cloth. Johnny is shaking whenever Dallas pulls out his gun and hands them to Johnny.

Your eyes widen and you pull Dallas away from hearing the view of the boys. “What the hell is happening?” Dally ran his hand down his face and put his hands on his hips. “Johnny man, he killed Bob Sheldon.” That makes you cover your mouth and you feel weak before you fall Dallas grabs onto you and tells you to go get money and some things to bring and bag for them. You nod and wipe the tears that start from your eyes and follow your boyfriend’s orders.

Nothing feels real as you think of the boys, people you practically see as your sons, killed someone. You knew about Dallas’ instances that happened in New York, but the boys were smart to go to him. You have the stuff and you set it down and begin to pack it into a small bag that's able to be easily hidden. You're trying to grab your breath before you hand the bag to Ponyboy and he smiles at you.

You shake your hands to come in, and you wrap your arms around Johnny and Ponyboy and let out a sob. “Please— if it's all I ask, be safe. For me, for everyone please boys. I love you two so, so much. Call me if you need anything.” You tell Pony and Johnny and they smile and Pony says: “We love you too. I promise we'll be safe.” Johnny still doesn't understand how you, a complete sweetheart and the nicest person he's ever met is dating Dallas Winston.

Dallas tells you to leave the room for a minute while he tells them something. You're biting at your fingernails as you wait to go back into the room. The loud music and screaming doesn't help you relax until Dallas calls your name. The boys sit there and they look terrified and it hurts you; they're so young. Only sixteen and fourteen years old and had seen so much more than anyone else. You remember when Dallas was like that, a new and scared kid back in New York playgrounds.

You hug Pony and Johnny one more time, giving a soft kiss to their hairlines and you smile at them. “Be safe, and don't be stupid okay? Come home to me, please.” Johnny smiles at you and hugs you tightly in his arms. You remember Dallas telling you how Johnny admitted that he loved you and would protect you at all times. He saw you as his real mother instead of the drunk lady who he lived with.

The boys left and you were left in Dallas’ arms, practically shaking. “Awe, Dal. I'm worried, I'm completely terrified. What if they're not going to be okay?” Dallas hushes you gently and kisses you. “They’ll be okay, they're smart kids.” It calms your worries by a small amount but you can't still but barely get any sleep thinking about them.

Then: it hits the news. Two delinquent Tulsa teens are accused of murdering Bob Sheldon. Every time you pass by the stores, their faces are plastered everywhere. It makes you sad, honestly. Your two boys faces are still so young, and are being accused of such a horrible thing. Even if it was true, it hurt to see.

You get home to your house and call Dallas' name and nobody responds. You rush upstairs and drop your stuff, no sign of Dallas. You're begging and hoping he didn't get back into the cooler again. You call the police station and you ask if Dally was there, and they say no and joke if he needs to be. Okay, at least you know he isn't in jail. Where else could he be? It hits you, he went to go see the boys while you stayed here scared for your boys.

You're left in the dark for a day, nobody has called or even chosen to tell you about anything. You cried the entire day in complete worry about the people you cared about. Until, you get the call, “Is this Mrs. Winston? This is the Windrixville City Hospital calling about an incident including Dallas Winston, Ponyboy Curtis, and Johnathan Cade?” You almost dropped the phone, but you hold it to your heart and let out a yes, this is she.

Whenever the situation gets explained to you, you automatically begin to cry. Ponyboy had some burns and bruises, and Dallas had the same. However, your boy, Johnny was paralyzed from the neck down and was burned horribly. In these conditions, you shouldn't have been driving but you didn't care. You're crying and as soon as you park, you jump out of the car and run into the hospital.

“Dallas Winston, Ponyboy Curtis, and Johnathan Cade?!” You ask the receptionist and she starts looking through the documents slowly whenever you hear your name being called out. “Pony!” You run over to him and hug him tighter than you ever have, hand going behind his head as you cried in his arms. “You’re okay, that's amazing.” You're smiling at him before he tells you he can show you to Johnny.

Ponyboy shows you where Johnny is being cared for, and it's the saddest and most heartbreaking scene you've seen. His back is exposed and it's absolutely horrible and all you do is cry into Pony’s shoulder until Johnny pushes out your name. “Yes– yes I'm here sweet boy.” You say and you stare into the mirror below where Johnny is, eyes barely opened and he's obviously hurting. “I saved the kids today. Their lives were more important than mine, aren't they. I wasn't being dumb— swear.”

His words make you cry. “You are worth so much honey. Soon, you'll get better and I'll take you to a lake where me and Dally used to go. It's beautiful.” You promise and he pushes out an uncomfortable smile. Ponyboy sits there in silence and stares at his best friend, in a position he shouldn't have been in. If only he didn't pick a fight with those Socs, if he didn't choose to sit with Cherry that night — this would have never happened.

“I ain't ever gonna get better, man. I can't feel nothin’ from the neck down.” Johnny says quietly, sobs softly coming out of his mouth and you can tears that drop on the mirror below him. You sit down and pull up a chair right next to him and you gently touch his hair. “You’re gonna be okay, honey.” Pony sits down next to you, sobbing and covering his eyes with hid hand.

“Yeah, Johnny. You'll be okay, you're tough.” Ponyboy says while holding his hands together. Johnny says your name gently, with the rest of the power he has. “Go see Dally, I'll be okay.” You blow Johnny an air kiss and mumble out an ‘I love you, Johnny.’ You kiss your fist and you go find Dallas, praying that he was okay. You walked into a recovery room, a nurse and Dally were in there while Dallas argued about his hospital gown being on.

You cried out his name and ran up to him. “Doll, hey, hello. How's Johnny man?” You kiss him after he speaks, it's long and breathtaking. “God, I missed you so much. Johnny is.. not very good. He's really burnt up, it's heartbreaking.” Dallas frowns and holds you in his arms and groans at the pulled muscle in his back. “Stop arguing with your nurses, please.”

—

You're sitting at the Curtis’ house as you like your fingernails. Sodapop sits on the floor when you hear the door open. There stands Ponyboy, bruised and blond-headed. “Johnny’s dead.” He repeats it a couple more times and you begin to cry into Sodapop’s shoulder and he holds onto you. Steve stands there completely shocked and Two-Bit is gripping onto his jacket in his hands.

The phone rings and Steve picks up the phone. He mumbles to Darry, telling him it's Dallas and he needs to speak to you. Darry picks up the phone and says that the gang will be there. You're worried and biting at your skin around your nails as you follow the gang. You're running with the gang and you can see your boyfriend, running with police sirens and cars behind him. The police get out and you can see the outline of a gun.

You scream out his name and you hear it: gunshots. The young, seventeen-year old falls down on the ground with a scream. Darry yells at the police that he's just a kid. Everything feels silent in your head, you can't hear anything. You recognize that you're crying, and tears are running down your face, but you're completely gone.

You're standing still in the lot, and you're just staring. You're stuck there, left there, alone and numb. He was just a kid, and now he is dead.

#dallas winston the outsiders #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston x you #dallas winston x y/n #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders fluff #the outsiders fanfiction

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chaisshitposts · 7 months

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hi love if you don’t mind can you go in more detail about the time you entered the void and manifested your job? what was your mindset like before you entered? what do you think helped you enter? i’m in my 20s as well and really want to at least get my dream job first of all things and then i feel like i could finally relax you know? :( so your help would be greatly appreciated🥹

also i think your followers are really nice and mature so when i do tap in, i wouldn’t mind affirming (everyone who likes my success story and has good intentions will enter roe)

sure! let's see if I can remember as many details as possible— it was a couple days after I had my job interview, I had already been affirmin' my ass off that that job was mine and no one could take it from me— on this particular day, I think it was a Sunday. the lady who interviewed me said I would get my answer on the followin' Wednesday, and god that stressed me out, but I still kept affirmin'. on that day, I felt an extreme sense of drowsiness and so I had went to try and sleep in my bed. I already knew about SATs and whatever so I thought I could just affirm as I go to sleep, which I did. I was 'asleep' but I was still repeating my affirmations over and over, only focusin' on them while I was physically tossing and turning. Since I was tryna sleep, my eyes were already closed and it was silent in my room so ig I just didn't care about my surroundings. I do, however, remember that at some point I was affirmin' and was fully aware of my affirmations but then somethin' changed inside me and I was like 'Its done, nothing more for me to do, I don't wanna stress over this anymore. I can't sleep so, might as well just go back downstairs.' Then I opened my eyes and got up, feeling my stress about everything completely gone.

I went downstairs, right as my ma sat down after gettin' a package off the porch and that's when she gave me my new phone. (I still live with my family, yes, but only bc california is a dirt bag ofc) And I kid ya not, a couple minutes after I opened up the box with my new phone in it, I got a congratulations email from the lady who interviewed me, as well as the offer letter on my old phone. I freaked out afterwards bc I was like, ain't no way??? She said she'd send me somethin' on WEDNESDAY?? It's SUNDAY. I even told my ma and she was excited, then I was like-- I really manifested this??? After an entire year of being unemployed despite havin' my degree, and forcin' myself to work at Amazon and FedEx just to have a lil' change to call my own... I finally scored the job I WANT.

The best advice I could give you tbh is that ya should make robotic affirmin', the list method, and the ten minute method yer best friend. I did not have a good outlook on employment until I settled down and decided to change my thinkin' and god I was still stressed as fuck even when I affirmin'. I've never been good at talkin' to strangers, especially on the phone or on video call, but I affirmed right up until the interview started that the job would be mine no matter what and I was completely calm. Now, I am a step closer to my dream job. (I'm a substitute teacher currently workin' towards my credentials to be a full-time teacher in case ya were wonderin', the company I work for also provides grants to pay for the schooling needed to get credentialed which is such a big fuckin' bonus)

and yes, they definitely all are amazin' people, I never expected to have such a positive lil' community of followers but I am grateful to them, for sure.

bUt, okay, lemme stop ramblin' here's what I wantcha to do anonnie— I want ya to make yerself a list, title it whatever ya want to call the list, and fill that list with affirmations, askformations, statements, new beliefs, whatever ya want. could include anything ya want, details about the job ya want, how much money ya wanna make, how ya want the bosses to treat ya, what kinda work environment ya want, whatever, and then I want ya to include some self-concept affirmations, as well as some affirmations about the void (whatever feels natural for you), ah and some manifestation affirmations too. make it however long or short ya want, doesn't matter. once ya have that, read it over as many times as ya want and then throughout the day, whenever ya can, I want ya to robotically affirm that you've got everything on [name of yer list], say this whenever ya can, and especially when ya start thinkin' negative about whatever you desire or whenever ya feel like you're about spiral. affirm this through everything and anything, affirm if ya can't help but cry, affirm when yer angry, affirm when yer happy, just keep affirmin.'

as long as ya keep this up and correct yer thoughts, you'll have guaranteed movement in yer life, that's the law. even in false hope, whatever is repeated shall harden into fact.

#— chai's asks. !! ~#— anonnie. !! ~

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misfitjinx · 2 years

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✱ YOU'RE ENOUGH.

you and vi are lying in your shared bed, talking to each other until you both decide to go to sleep. your girlfriend trusts you enough with her feelings, so she decides to open up to you about how she really feels.

cw // vi x fem!reader, fluff, possible angst.

warnings // none.

a/n // I dusted off my writing skills and finally got to work >:) keep in mind that English is not my native language pls!! I still gotta figure how to do more things on twitter but so far I'll treat you guys a vi x reader fic. let me know if you like it pls!! Idk if this relevant but I listened to Vas by jagger finn while writing this.

Every night you and Vi talk to each other. Usually it's long rants about our day - complaining about things you two didn't like and excitedly talking about the things that you did like. It's always like this and you wouldn't change a thing. Tonight was different however.. You're used to seeing the brawler in a bad mood after a long tiring day, but today it's different.

Vi lied down on the bed beside you and just from her expression alone you could tell that something's bothering her. You take her hands in yours and look up at her, pressing a small kiss on the corner of her mouth.

"Is everything alright, Vi? Please tell me, my love."

Vi must've noticed the worry in your tone, because she reached her bruised hand to your face to caress you as a form of reassurance.. she shook her head as a no, tears welling up in gray eyes. You wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her into a hug. She slowly hugged your smaller frame.. she's slightly shaking.

"I .. feel like I'm not doing enough. I've lost so many people.. I'm just worried I'll lose you to too, cupcake."

You ran my hands up and down your lover's toned back, helping her relax.. Realising that this is the reason she's always been so careful. Everytime Vi raised her voice at you in an argument she immediately closed herself off and avoided you until she calmed down and came back to apologise.

You look up at her and cup her cheeks in your hands, reassuring her with a smile.

"I've promised I'll never leave you when you accepted my confession, didn't I? I love every single part of you, even the parts you might consider bad or ugly. You've got a good heart, Vi.. and all the things you do for your loved ones are enough. You're enough."

The brawler's eyes were literally full of love right now, it's like she fell for you again. You lean in and press your forehead against Vi's.. her bruised hands take yours and squeeze them a little.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Vi."

Vi closed her eyes.. she's exhausted from the tiring day and you're honestly glad that you could provide a nice end to it. You cuddle up against your girlfriend's chest.. falling asleep just moments later. You're already planning on spoiling Vi with her favourite food for breakfast and some chocolate you stole from Piltover few days ago.

this is so fucking short even though it felt like I wrote much more :'( take this as a test fanfic or somethin

#vi x reader #arcane vi x reader #arcane x reader #vi x female reader #arcane x female reader

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moobloom-mention · 11 months

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TommyInnit's First-Hand Guide on How to Say Goodbye

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Summary: The answer? You don't.

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of death. Death. Grief. Violence. Alcoholism.

Word Count: 6021 words

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Out of all the inconveniences that could possibly arise being out on patrol, dealing with ambling crackheads had to be the worst.

Don't get him wrong, wondering the streets of New York is bound to expose a handful of drug-addicts, but holy Prime, it was as though someone had sprinkled cocaine around town.

Considering how low the temperature had dipped- which made sense, it was December -it was surprisingly to see so many addicts walking down the poorly paved streets instead of huddled along a lit fire.

Even Robert- the meth head Tommy had adopted 30 minutes ago -looks tired of it.

At least, he seems to be as far as the vigilante can tell. Sure, it's a little difficult to make out the short fellow's expression from atop a 6-story building, but Tommy doesn't mind squinting.

So long as Robert doesn't keel over and die, it's safe to say Tommy's found his patrol-buddy for the night.

A shrill noise from the vigilante's left ear slaps his focus away from Robert, fingers instinctively reaching to readjust his earpiece. He finds himself leaning against a vent atop the roof as he does so- what can he say? You stick around America for so long, you put up their tendency to lean.

It takes a well-aimed swat to the device for the shriek to grow quiet, making way for the continuous smack of gummy-worms being chewed.

"I'm just sayin'," Purpled's crackled voice pipes up from the earpiece. "If people truly cared about the environment, they wouldn't be consuming Trolli products."

Another gummy-worm is audibly popped within his best friend's mouth.

"Isn't Trolli's biggest product gummy-worms?"

"And?" Purpled snarks, unphased. "If I cared about the environment, I would've stopped making you earpieces after the back-up pair got destroyed."

Tommy playful banter dies on his tongue as his earpiece shrieks once more, words fumbling into a discontent grumble. He's painstakingly aware that the noise isn't some odd design flaw- it's intentionally, and it's his punishment.

He should've been suspicious the moment he'd pleaded for another earpiece and instead of the usual rant about being more careful, Purpled had given him a pat on the back and a genuine, "It's all good, Tommy."

"You don't see heroes struggling with getting a new fuckin' earpiece," Tommy grunts out.

"Yeah, maybe because those heroes don't go through twenty of them in the span of a month."

Tommy can't hide his abashed smile.

Alas, what can he say? The life of a vigilante is a dangerous one and earpieces were bound to get destroyed here and there.

…but maybe twenty is excessive.

"Anyway," Purpled excuses, shockingly eager to move on from the opportunity to taunt Tommy. "How's your buddy Robert doing?"

Tommy opens an eye to glance toward the streets below, scanning the lot for a dark green scarf. It's easy to pick Robert out, the man having hobbled into an alleyway between a condemned building and another working building that should've been condemned a decade ago.

"He's found himself a nice alley," the vigilante hums, disappointment striking his heart as he watches Robert nestle himself down for the night. "Seems our big-man won't be meeting his dealers tonight."

"Rough," Purpled sighs, the crumpling of a bag echoing through the speaker. "Guess it's one of those nights, huh?"

Tommy hums noncommittally. The streets are far too active for something to not happen, even if it's as simple as two addicts duking it out in the streets.

"You better hope somethin' happens," the vigilante begins, certain Purpled can hear the grin in his voice. "My dogs are itching to pick a fight."

"I swear to Prime, if your feet come anywhere near me you're getting scratched off the shipment list."

"Aw, c'mon. They aren't that bad."

"Mhm, tell that to the fungus culture growing inside your shoe," Purpled laughs.

How rude.

"My shoe does not host some shitty fungus culture! For your in-for-mat-ion, it's a-"

There's a flicker of movement from the street below.

In retrospect, he shouldn't have given it much of a thought. Crackheads were roaming the sidewalks left and right- the appearance of another silhouette is barely enough to gather his attention.

The only issue is the fact that there's nobody for the shadow to be imitating.

He faintly registers Purpled's concerned "Tommy?"

"Sorry, I just-"

The silhouette- no, he pauses, the silhouettes begin a steady pace forward.

"Something's going on?" is all the vigilante manages to sputter.

Static crackles through the earpiece.

"Wow, thank you for clarifying. I really got the picture," comes the dry response.

Tommy's mouth instinctively opens to hash out an insult, throat tightening as he watches the pair of silhouettes shuffle along the dimly-lit streets.

They seem to have a location in mind, beelining toward an old bar with a flickering "Open!" sign peering through the windows. It's a wonder how OSHA hasn't put a stop to the business already.

Two silhouettes disappear within the bar.

Prime, it sounds like a joke Phil would try to pull off.

Tommy jumps as the earpiece shrieks again.

"Tommy! For fuck's sake if I have to come get you-"

"Sorry, sorry," the vigilante rushes, unapologetic. "I just thought I saw somethin' weird."

"Goddamnit-" is the only word Tommy manages to catch before more curses pour through the device. Years of practice enables him to tune his best friend's anger out for the most part, eyes staring intently at the bar. The silhouettes don't bother to reappear- Prime knows the shit he's about to get himself into.

"Hey," Tommy interjects, Purpled's rant stilling at an instant. "I think I'm going to finish my patrol up and then head back, yeah? I guess it is one of those nights."

An irritated sigh crackles through. "Fine. Just-"

Tommy doesn't wait to sprint for the edge of the building, grasping the roof's edge as he lunges for a nearby pipeline connecting the complex to the ground.

At least, that'd been the plan.

His grip on the building disappears just in time for Purpled's, "-don't be an idiot. Wilbur would-" to crackle through, startling the vigilante as the sudden feeling of weightlessness and howl of wind greets him.

Fuck-!

Tommy reaches for his power and yanks.

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There's a flash of light and Tommy finds himself once again perched atop the apartment building, as though he hadn't just embarrassed himself to the Universe.

"-don't be an idiot," Purpled scolds, "Wilbur would kill me."

"...you got it, boss-man."

On second thought, maybe he'll take the stairs for this one.

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Don't get him wrong, Tommy is far from the description of "saint". He's broken more than enough bones in his life- bones of other pricks, thank you, Wilbur might call him clumsy but he's not that clumsy -to know he's not going to heaven.

Sometimes illegal crimes have to be retaliated against with more illegal shit. It's just the way life goes.

But even in spite of his ongoing quest to complete his extensive bucket list of morally-excusable crimes, he'd never once stepped foot within a bar.

That sure as hell doesn't stop him from realizing that this...restaurant isn't much of a bar in the first place. "Sorry Excuse for a Shack(c)" would make a much better name, with elegant dining options like rotting carpet and an old granite countertop Tommy prays patrons aren't expected to drink at.

In spite of the neon "OPEN" sign hanging in the window, there isn't even a bartender slouched behind the bar in wait for customers.

It's just him, the stale smell of piss, and two very well-dressed gentlemen with nice looking hair.

At least, it looks nice from an aerial view.

Tommy's grasp on the beloved ceiling joist- isn't that just the funniest word, joist -he'd chosen to hide atop tightens, thanking Prime he hadn't worn his fiery red uniform out for patrol. As much as he can appreciate shining like a disco ball, the bright outfit had never been ideal for Tommy's iconic impulsive stealth-missions.

He forces himself to lean forward in spite of the beam's groan, taking note of the semi-queasy look on the taller man's face. His far shorter partner doesn't bare the same expression, looking more irritated than anything.

"We're finding a better form of transportation," Big Guy demands, a hand pressing at his temple.

"What, did you want to take the bus?" Shorty asks, voice clipped in spite of his mild amusement. "Besides, it's just like a hangover. You should be used to those by now."

Damn, not cool Shorty.

As if in total agreement, Big Guy- oh fuck this, he might as well be Wil's best mate if he's a drinker -settles a scalding glare atop Shorty's head, who in turn pretends not to notice.

Tommy's not sure if he should feel creeped out or curious at how closely they resemble Tommy's own dynamic with Purpled.

"It's shocking you've lived this long," Purpled's voice parrots within his mind.

Wil's Mate and Shorty are acquaintances friends (?).

Shorty:

- Can turn into a shadow and/or travel by them

- > Feels like a hangover

- Does NOT like buses

- > To be explored.

Wil's Mate:

- Devastating death-glares

- Alcoholic (L)

- Possibly linked to Wilbur (??)

A soft clink of glass draws Tommy back to the scene in front of him, Wil's Mate fiddling with a stray glass that Tommy is sure is meant to be a beer stein.

His eyebrows furrow as the glass slides down the old counter and off the edge, the bar's carpet doing little to cushion the crash of broken glass.

"I'd rather you not destroy the place," Shorty comments, very-much sounding unfazed.

"Oh please," Wil's Mate grins. "If Charlie gets worked up about it, I'll buy this shithole from him."

Fuck yeah, a new player enters the game.

Charlie:

- Owns bar

- > Kinda sucks at it, ngl

- Definitely should be looked into

Wil's Mate [REVISITED]:

- Rich.

Damn, call him Velma because he is crushing this mystery.

Tommy barely makes out the lift in Shorty's eyebrows.

"Yeah? What makes you think he'll take your offer?"

Wil's Mate only laughs, deep and hearty. "Anyone with common sense would take twenty bucks and then thank me for taking this place off their hands."

"Uh-huh."

This guy's a real convincer, isn't he?

It's only then that the conversation below grows quiet, voices prey beneath the clinking of alcoholic beverages being rummaged through.

Tommy leans forward yet again, straining to hear the actual conversation taking place.

A loud groan is the only warning he receives before the wooden joist beneath him splits, sending the teenager tumbling a good ten feet to the ground.

Tommy's lungs spasm as his back greets the molding carpet, a hand flying to instinctively still his spinning vision.

He blinks just in time to stare at the shocked expressions of both Shorty and Wil's Mate.

Holy shit, Wil's Mate should not be that tall.

But it's the sheer anger radiating off Shorty that shrieks of imminent danger.

"O-Oh, would you look at that?" Tommy smiles weakly, grasping desperately for his power. "This isn't the bus stop."

Shorty lunges.

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Tommy blinks away the blinding light from his vision, eyes wide as he stares down at the joist that'd failed him moments before. Wil's Mate and Shorty are still talking and rummaging through bottles as the vigilante carefully stands, desperately searching for a better spot to position himself.

Charlie [REVISITED]:

- Has unreliable support joists in his bar. Seriously, how the fuck is this place still running?

Shorty [REVISITED]:

- DEFINITELY does NOT like buses.

- > Do NOT explore

Only a hop away stands another joist, one directly connected to a pillar rooted at the bar's floor.

Well doll him up and call him Clementine, because it's perfect.

The conversation below grows quiet once more.

Please, please, please-Prime, PLEASE-

The sound of glass shattering does well to cover the soft groan of Tommy's newest joist supporting his weight, a quick glance proving that Wil's Mate had slammed a crystal cup a little too harshly on the bar's shitty counter.

Shorty only rolls his eyes, unamused by the other's antics.

"My fault," Wil's Mate sighs, unapologetic. "Duckie, be a dear and grab me a double Titos?"

Titos?

Oh, wait! He knows this one!

Shorty- Duckie? That's fuckin' weird, he's staying Shorty -looks natural as he makes his way behind the bar's counter, grabbing a short glass from a cabinet and a familiar clear bottle of Titos.

The bronze cap shines just as bright as it ever did beneath the lightbulb of Wilbur's room.

Tommy watches as the drink is poured with practiced ease, a splash of some red drink even added into the mix.

It must be some sort fruit-based juice; drunk Wilbur never failed to complain about the bitter warmth of straight vodka.

Prime, this guy might actually be Wil's best-mate.

"And you still remember," Wil's Mate smirks, almost looking fond. "I'm touched."

[REVISITED]: Shorty and Wil's Mate are acquaintances friends (?) definitely friends.

"Don't push it," Shorty grunts out as he moves to grab a different bottle of alcohol. The contents of the bottle is blurred by an off-shade of white, with a landscape and some odd-looking- swan? Duck? Goose? -bird on its label. Shorty's quick to pour himself a drink of it, Wil's Mate making an odd look of feigned disgust over his partner's choice. Shorty doesn't seem to mind though, taking a sip. "I didn't drag your sorry ass out here for a night of drinks."

Tommy winces as the joist beneath him squeaks.

Still, it holds firm.

"Punz's kid is cutting back on production rates."

Wil's Mate suddenly lurches forward, spitting out his snooty "~double Titos~" as Tommy silently chokes on his own saliva. "He's what?"

Tommy can't help but agree.

Cutting back on production rates? Purpled never brought something like that up- uh, not that being the guy's best friend meant he needed to know everything, it just would've been nice to be in the know before Shorty.

"I don't know," the shorter sighs, tugging angrily at his black hair. "I talked with Fundy and he insists that Purpled's shipments have stayed normal for him. If anything, it seems the kid's only interested in halting the products you want."

Wil's Mate's eyes widen. "You're saying he's-?"

"Yeah," Shorty affirms with a bitter laugh. "You've finally fucked up."

Ooo, now this is getting good.

Purpled holding grudges is nothing new, but Wil's Mate must've fucked up terribly to get booted off the shipment list.

Wil's Mate sits still, deathly quiet.

Then, "How?"

"Why are you asking me?" Shorty hisses. "Last time I checked, my orders never had Schlatt written all over them."

Okay, think think think.

Shorty and Schlatt are getting shipments, which means they have to be powerful people to be in touch with Punz's business. Purpled hasn't mentioned anything about them before, right? Just angrily ranted about gummy-worms?

It doesn't matter anyway, the most important issue the possibility of these dickheads becoming threats to his best friend.

And judging by how angry Schlatt looks-

Tommy's breath hitches.

Holy shit- holy shit! No fuckin' way.

Tommy forces his limbs to still, eyes widen as he squints toward Wil's Mate. There's no way in hell it could actually be Schlatt- one of the city's most privatized and dangerous villains of city -entirely unmasked and sitting in a dump with his supplier.

Then again, Wil's Mate does have some features that compare with what little of Schlatt's appearance has been leaked.

The same harsh, nearly-black eyes that could make a baby cry.

Similar length and style of dark brown hair.

His voice is...actually decently close to how Tommy always assumed the villain would sound. Gruff and elongated.

The alcoholism tracks pretty well too. Being a villain can't be an easy thing to think about while sober.

That only leaves Shorty's identify a mystery, then.

Mr. Duckie himself.

Oh, Tommy blinks, dumbly. It's Quackity.

It wasn't unheard of for the two villains to be stirring ruckus together, but ordering gadgets for one another? No wonder Purpled's missed, that's gotta be a new one for the books.

So is Quackity apparently hosting his own set of transportation powers.

Purpled is totally going to eat this shit up.

That is, if Tommy's stealthy enough to make it out of this goddamn rat nest.

His ever-faithful joist only bounces as the vigilante climbs to its neighbor, cautiously making his way toward the entrance wall of the bar. He'll have to drop down a few feet from the doors, Charlie apparently not having liked to keep the whole "open rafter" theme continuous throughout the building.

It also means potential contact with two notorious villains not above getting rid of some measly vigilante. Now if he was Dream, then maybe he could get away with a scratch.

But he's not Dream.

He's Tommy Danger Innit, the city's favorite vigilante goddamnit.

His eyes move rapidly as he tracks the movements of Schlatt and Quackity, rather thankful that the pair are seemingly far too engrossed within their arguments to care about him moving through the rafter.

Married couples, eugh.

He's quiet- for once, his mind laughs -as he reaches the end of the rafters and drops from the ceiling, gaze set on the doorway. It's only a couple steps if he sprints.

Easy enough, yeah?

The bar stills.

A floorboard creaks.

And Tommy chokes as something- a hand, his mind screams -grabs the backing of his uniform, yanking him with little regard to his attempts to fucking breathe.

Oh FUCK-!

"Quackity grab his-"

Hands- the aforementioned villain's, his mind helpfully supplies as well -entrap his wrists, panic flooding Tommy's system as he attempts to twist from the pair of villains.

It's all in vain, something cold entrapping his wrist with a sharp squeal of metal.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Tommy's tries not to pant audibly in spite of his struggles, eyes squeezing shut as he mentally reaches for his power. It was situations like this that made him thank Prime he'd spent plenty of years perfecting his timing and connection with his power.

Time was not an entity to be fucked with, and wouldn't it be Tommy's lucky day to be forced to poke the bear.

Lady Prime was not going to be a happy camper.

A soft beep tumbles into the air and the mental reach for his power suddenly freezes, as though his mind had been forced to back away from the thought of time traveling. Fear overtakes his previously cocky stance; of course his power chose the peachy time of now to flake on him.

"Holy shit."

Tommy snarls on instinct, throwing his head back toward the villain's voice. There's a grunt of pain that stirs pride within Tommy's stomach; he'd just head-butted one of the most feared people in the city.

Yeah, no. He's fucked.

"What the fuck did you do?" Tommy gasps, still struggling as he frantically makes a move for his powers.

Schlatt's grasp never loosens, the pair of villains seemingly too enthralled by the repetitive beeps filling the air.

The beeps signaling Tommy's failure.

Quackity moves in the corner of his eye, and the vigilante seizes the opportunity of his newly freed arms to make a swing. He only proves to jolt him and Schlatt forward, a glance amending that cuffs had been used to keep his hands occupied.

They're jagged against his skin, unrefined.

Tommy's breath hitches.

The design of it is far too familiar-

"Hey, Purpled..."

The hundreds of blueprints they'd scrolled through.

These aren't just a flimsy pair of cuffs.

It's a pair of Punz's power dampeners.

Prime, Tommy laughs humorlessly. These fuckwits were who Purpled had been searching for. The same pair who had killed the city's most notorious inventor; apparently just to get their hands on these cuffs.

But that meant Punz's design hadn't just been a hypothetical. It'd-

"-worked," Quackity finishes with an unguarded expression of shock. "Holy shit, it worked."

Tommy freezes.

He never thought there'd be a day when a dead man's invention would make his blood run cold.

"Don't tell me it's locked your joints too, kid," Schlatt laughs from above Tommy's head, giddily aware of the vigilante's plight. "Can't use your power to get out of this one, hm?"

Panicked beeping is the only response.

Tommy flinches as Quackity's hand swipes at his ear, his eyes wide once he feels his earpiece jostle. He forces his cuffed hands upward in a weak attempt to keep the device in place.

To keep his sole contact with Purpled intact.

But the earpiece lands all-the-same in the villain's grasp, before it's dumped uselessly to the floor.

"Fuck."

So long for a two-week survival streak.

Goodbye, device #21. We shall mourn you.

The villain's foot barely crunches down.

The device shrieks, loud and grating on the trio's ears.

Suddenly, the cuffs give way to Tommy's wrists.

He's free.

Schlatt barely has time to react before the vigilante spins around and lands a punch, the addicting taste of freedom on his tongue as he lunges for the bar's doors.

"Q, quick-!"

The thundering roar of blood in his ears does little to drown out the loud bang bouncing against the building's walls.

Pain flares in his knees, eyes blurring as the bar's moldy carpet floods his vision.

He faintly registers a hand ruffling through his unkempt hair, mind urging him to lean into the movement because fuck if he doesn't want Wilbur right now.

The hand pulls away.

"Nothing personal, kid. Just business."

And Tommy falls, prey to the warm embrace of unconsciousness.

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The first thing Tommy notes as he gains awareness is how quiet everything is.

There's no panicked shouting from Schlatt or Quackity, nor the distant buzz of wailing police sirens. The only continuous sound appears to be the dizzying echo of short, labored breaths.

Oh. That was him making that noise.

He almost regrets forcing his eyes open, vision swimming as he gulps desperately for air.

His teeth feel dry like his dentist had just sucked all the saliva outta them- he isn't waking up from a dentist procedure, right?

A glance proves he's just...laying down in the dingy bar.

His fingers squeeze at the moldy carpet below him.

How embarrassing.

He can feel something sluggish makings its way down his chest, sticking to his pale skin in a way that has Tommy wondering if the villains had found it funny to dump syrup on him.

Ha, that would be such a classic villain move.

There's a dull thud in his ears as he raises his head to glance toward his chest, almost laughing at the fact that the substance is a touch too dark to be the syrup Phil had always bought at the grocery store for him.

This was probably some Great Value shit, wasn't it?

Low budget villains were ridiculous, honestly. A guy can't even get good- oh.

Pain is an easy-enough concept to understand, innit?

He gets punched, his arm says "Ow-", and then his brain says "Ow-" for several days.

So he would just love to know why the fuck his eyes are very much saying "Ow, that gaping hole looks painful" whilst his brain only sits in silence.

Prime, maybe this was just some fucked up spectator mode that occurred after death, like on that Team Fortress game Techno had always been obsessed with, when it replays the shot that'd killed him.

Or shock.

Shock would be...better than death.

No worries, no pain; just him, this trusty floor, and Purpled's-

Oh Prime.

Purpled is going to kill him.

Fuck going into shock over the very real threat of death, Purpled's spite alone could resurrect him.

Tommy stares helplessly at the squashed earpiece sitting idle a few feet away. One that his best friend had worked so hard on, had modified for Tommy's sake- even if with ill-intent.

He can't even furiously scrub at the tears threatening to escape his eyes, arms far too heavy to think of moving.

But Purpled needs to know.

He needs to know that Tommy had fucked up yet again and that he needed to:

A.) Get patched up

and

B.) Be built a new earpiece.

Maybe they could even laugh about this whole thing later whilst going over plans to get revenge on those dick'eads.

His mind still can't comprehend the idea of having met Schlatt and Quackity.

What a crazy world.

Purpled is going to love this story.

Punz would've loved this story, or at least would've loved to know that Tommy had found the man's killers.

There's a gentle buzz and he winces, a bright light snarling to his left.

For a moment, he fears it's Schlatt returning to finish the job.

The light dims.

Oh.

It's just his phone.

His earpiece lies not far from it.

Well this was going to be a fun phone call.

Tommy's stomach rolls as he leans to his left, arm shaking far too violently as he grabs for it.

A click and the bright light returns.

His eyes burn.

Fuck whoever designed this stupid fucking thing.

At least Purpled's contact is easy enough to find, despite it being in the "P" category.

Ha.

That was kinda funny.

It rings once.

Twice.

Thrice.

[Click]

Oh good, he doesn't know what comes after thrice.

"Tommy?"

A sniffle escapes him. Fuck his throat hurts.

"Wha's up, big-man?"

"What-? You called me, man. Where are you, I thought you were on your way back?"

"I-" Tommy bites his lip, wincing at the current of pain his action elicits. "You'll never guess who I just met."

"Adam Levine?"

A heaved laugh warms his chest. "Schlatt! And Big Q! They were-"

Easy breaths.

Steady breaths.

"They were- out of costume."

"Please tell me you didn't engage."

His shoulders instinctively hike up in defense, uncaring for the hiss of pain the movement causes.

Purpled's voice turns soft, almost uncharacteristically so.

"How bad is it?"

That's funny.

"It's uh, i-it's not looking good, big-man."

"How not good?"

Prime, he's always loved Purpled's almost parental concern in times of need.

"Like shot and dying in a bar not good, dick'ead."

There's a beat of silence.

"Tommy. You need to time travel."

Tommy's arms shake at the idea. So much of his energy had already been squashed into keeping his mouth moving, had already been drained with every word he attempts to comprehend.

"I-I can't. Not before...not before this happened."

"No, no. You're- you're lying. This is a prank, isn't it? It's not funny asshole."

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

There's a soft sob over the speaker, muffled behind what Tommy can assume is Purpled's hand.

"Please," Purpled begs, "Please don't apologize."

There's a beat of silence, before the echoing twist of a doorknob spooks Tommy once more into awareness.

"Wha are you doin'?"

"I'm coming to get your ass."

Purpled's voice is nothing but a shaking metronome.

"Purpled, no."

"I can't lose you too, Tommy-"

Right. The whole Punz thing.

"I just- what is Phil going to say? Techno? Hell, Wilbur?"

Tommy's eyes squeeze.

Fuck, he needs to say goodbye to everyone.

A flash-drive isn't enough for them, it won't be.

He wasn't supposed to get shot.

He isn't supposed to die.

Where the fuck did his plot armor go?

"-Tommy? Tommy, answer me!"

His eyes flutter as he desperately makes another grab for his power. Surely it won't run from him this time, yeah? Whatever the fuck Schlatt and Quackity had done couldn't last forever.

"Please, I'll make you all the earpieces you want. Please just-"

There.

Tommy's fingers wrap delicately around his power's string, eyes blurring as warmth floods him.

"-say something-!"

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There's a soft flash of light.

Tommy seizes, gasping for air as he comes to consciousness. Panic surges him forward, barely able to conceal the whimper as he collapses to the ground, weak.

Shit shit shit-

So much for the initial benefit of shock.

At least the bar's moldly floor is still here to support him.

It's odd, to reach the revelation I'm dying at the prime age of sixteen.

He's meant to be lounging in Purpled's bean bag, toying with whatever gadget his best friend had lying around.

He's meant to be worrying about an Algebra test that's tomorrow.

School might be for nerds but Wilbur will give him that disappointed look if Tommy doesn't pass it.

His chest aches.

He supposes he doesn't have to worry about that Algebra test anymore.

There's a bullet nurturing his chest.

And Tommy isn't ready to die.

He doesn't attempt to withhold the sobs he'd been trapping within his throat during his phone call, mouth already dry once more as he lurches forward. The flash of pain that riots through him only encourages his heaves, bile splattering against the carpet.

Charlie better thank him later for decorating his bar.

Where he'd once wince at the acidic substance getting onto his hands, he only shakes violently. It'd always been this cold, right? And it was just the temperature making him shake, not the fear tickling at the back of his throat?

Prime, he's getting too distracted with how little time he has.

He has...a mission! A mission, yes!

A- uh, a family to call?

A family to grieve.

His finger trembles over Techno's caller ID.

The phone rings.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

[Click]

Tommy's heart burns.

"You've reached the Blade's inbox, I'm probably busy doing something cool right now-"

Or asleep, considering it's the middle of the night.

"-please leave a voice message after the beep. Beep."

"Uh, Techno. Hi. I'm-"

Not poggers? Wish you were here? Dying in an empty bar and you're too busy being asleep to pick up?

Tommy's lungs squeeze.

"Imma be honest Big Man, I can't do this."

His thumb taps at the call's red button.

Surely-

He coughs.

Surely if not Techno then Phil will be up, right?

His dad had always been a night owl.

Somehow, it's far easier to tap Phil's contact number than his older brother's.

The phone rings.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four

Fi-

[Click]

Oh.

"Thank you for trying to reach Phil Watson-"

Sent to voicemail.

"At the beep please record your message with your name and your-"

His thumb taps once more to end the call.

He wants to be angry.

He wants to be loud.

He feels numb.

Deep breaths.

I can do this.

You have one more person.

Just one more and this all goes away.

Tommy grabs at his power.

And yanks.

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There's a flash of light.

And a finger that hesitates over a contact ID.

"💙 Wilbur [NOT POG] 💙"

This...it won't be hard.

A tap.

One.

Two-

[Click]

It's 1 in the morning.

But Wilbur still picks up.

"Toms?"

His brother's voice is groggy before it turns panicked.

Fuck, Tommy must've made some pained sound.

"What's wrong? Do you need me to come get you? Hold on, let me get my keys-"

"No!" Tommy jolts, hissing in pain as the gunshot flares. "I'm- sorry, sorry. No, I'm okay."

He twists the phone in his hands, the phone app abandoned in favor of pulling up his text messages with Purpled.

There isn't a notification to indicate their prior phone call with one another.

Purpled won't remember their previous conversation.

There's only a blue message with the word "porter" and animated grey bubbles that follow it.

His phone buzzes.

It's easy to ignore.

"I'm just...texting Purpled."

"Oh," Wilbur hums, thankfully dropping his mother-hen voice. "You guys are supposed to hang out tomorrow night, yeah? I can go grab some pop for you in the morning."

Tommy smiles. It's something he does anytime he's on a phone call with his brother, even whilst they're faux arguing.

For once, Tommy's glad Wilbur can't see his broken smile and glassy eyes. "You'd do that for us?" he laughs, the sound a gentle wheeze. "He'd love that."

"Pepsi for you, right?" Wilbur asks, obviously attempting to get arise out of his younger brother.

"Y'know what?"

There's the gentle shift of fabric, as though Wilbur had properly sat up on his bed in anticipation for the big reveal. "What?"

"I think I've turned a new leaf," he confesses, "Get me Pepsi."

There's silence, and for a moment, fear stabs through his lungs. So help him, if his shitty cellular service had disconnected him-

The beginning of Tommy's sob is interrupted by the fading laughter of his older brother, Wilbur demanding, "No fuckin' way, what'd you do with the real Tommy?"

The question nestled itself close to the vigilante's heart.

"He's in an alleyway bleeding out," Tommy jokes. It's dark as hell, but hey, not like Wilbur would be able to tell the difference. It won't be important until the upcoming days, that is if Schlatt doesn't decide to come back and properly dispose of his body.

That Charlie guy is definitely going to be pissed.

The phone stutters with soft laughter again, as if the joyous sound is too much for the provider to handle.

"I do," Tommy pauses, gasping for breath. "I do have a request, though."

"Shoot for it, Toms."

"Remember Henry?"

"How could I forget?" Wilbur murmurs, voice terrifyingly soft.

Tommy bites a whimper as he adjusts, ass already sore from the odd slouch he'd been subjected to for Prime knows how long. "There should be some...some fuckin' flash drives inside his plush. Could you grab them for me later?"

There's a pause from the phone. Then, "...is it blackmail?"

Tommy chokes as he laughs. "No, it isn't blackmail. It's just important that you all watch what's in them tomorrow."

"Aww, Toms. Is it an early Christmas present you're too embarrassed to show us?"

It's far too easy for him to nod in agreement. That was a much better story than, "No, no, I'm just dying here in this stupid-ass alleyway."

"Yeah, that. Can I get another request too?"

"It'll cost you a night of peace-and-quiet."

Hmm, Tommy could afford that. Still, "You bastard- fine."

Wilbur then goes quiet, as if to urge Tommy to continue with his request.

"A story?" he tries, eyes wet with exhausted tears. "Like the old days?"

"That's an odd request," Wilbur notes. Tommy can almost imagine the bewildered expression on his brother's face.

"Please?"

"...okay?

"Once upon a time there lived the most handsome prince in the world- Your Most Royal Highness Prince Wilbur-"

It's easy to fall into the soft tone of Wilbur's voice, reminiscent of the time Tommy had just moved into the house. He'd been terrified of every little thing, rarely getting a wink of sleep.

It wasn't until Tommy stumbled upon Wilbur reading a story aloud that exhaustion had truly overwhelmed him. He'd fallen asleep at the other side of Wilbur's door before even the young eight-year-old knew what he was doing.

Wilbur makes a shrill voice, drawing Tommy back to attention.

Oh, he's doing an impression of some green goblin character that Tommy is sure is named after him.

An alert flashes on his screen.

His eyelids feel heavy.

"Hey, Wil?"

Guilt gnaws for interrupting the story.

"What's up, Toms?"

"I think-" Tommy clasps a hand to his mouth, halting the sob that'd been threatening to spill from it. "I think you're breaking up."

"Oh."

"Yeah, it must be on my part," the mute button shouldn't be so easy to click as he coughs, not daring to take a second-glance at the thick substance he'd choked out.

It's blood. He knows it is.

"I must be going into a shitty area. Always told Dad to upgrade our providers," Tommy prays the tremble in his voice is disguised beneath the crackle of a speaker. "I love you, and you love me, yeah dick'ead?"

"Always, Toms."

"Good. Now go get that damn flash-drive."

"Alright, alright. See you soon?"

The blonde lurches forward as he laughs, vision already beginning to blur.

"See you soon. Hang up on me, will ya'?"

"Deal."

There's a soft beep to indicate the disconnect.

Please, Lady Prime, be kind to them.

#dream smp #mcyt #angst #fanfic #tommy innit #sbi #death cw #vigilante tommy #purpled

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Rescue Mission (CHAP. 4)

Hey! This chapter ain't to much of what I was aiming but I thought it was still cute. So you're getting 2 uploaded and I hope u guys like it. I haven't written in years and Arthur has been making me want to write a story more and more. So please enjoy or don't. i don't really care but have a nice day!

Arthur was a bit hesitant when it came to entering the Great Plains. Binoculars in hand as he scopes out the cliff area where there was law and bounty hunters. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited. Experiencing it all first hand was more than a person could ever ask for in life. The sun setting brought out more of an urgency to the mission. Nobody likes getting shot at, at night when you can barely see.

Arthur: "This is stupid."

Y/n: "So is robbing a ferry making you even more of a target." I say sarcastically.

Arthur: "How'd you even know about that?" He asks putting his binoculars back in his satchel turning his gaze to me.

Y/n: "Who doesn't?" I say looking back at him.

Arthur: "For the record, I wasn't apart of that job."

Y/n: "Mmm." I give my horse a small kick to signal it to take off. Arthur right behind me.

Arthur: "Where you goin? There's still bounty hunter's on that ledge?"

Y/n: "You're wanted, not me." I say with a small chuckle.

Arthur: "You're awful."

Y/n: "The worst. Stay close, it'll be easier if they think we're together." Arthur quickly brings his horse to a trot to match my speed and places his hat on my head. My face heats up from his actions. He glances up and notices the bounty hunters have left.

Arthur: "You weren't kiddin." He says with a bit of laughter. I adjust his hat on my head as he picks up to a light trot leading the way to Charles and Javier.

Arthur: "You haven't said much most of this ride? Somethin on your mind?"

Y/n: "Yeah, how pretty you are." Arthur choked on air as my laughter filled the air.

Y/n: "No, I've just been taking everything in. I didn't realize you liked to hear me talk so much in the couple days we've know each other Mr. Morgan."

Arthur: "It's not that I just wanted to make sure I didn't make you uncomfortable is all, and your less annoying then most of the gang members."

Y/n: "I'm flattered. Ya know you keep talkin to me like that, you might never get rid of me." I flash him a wink and a smile and pull back on the reins as we reach our destination. Arthur hops down his horse and comes over to mine with me still in it. I can't help but to keep taking in how breathtaking the plains look as if they are on fire in the reflection to the setting sun. Arthur glances as to where I'm lost in. He holds his hand out catching my attention.

Y/n: "I can get off the horse on my own, Arthur." I say a smirk present on my face as I slide down. He retracts his hand and begins to make his way over to where Charles and Javier were scouting. I match his pace with mine and place his hat back on his.

Y/n: Don't want people to make assumptions now, do we cowboy?"

'I so wouldn't mind if people talked about us.' A smile present on my face as I crawl next to Charles and Arthur between him and Javier. I eanr a look from both Charles and Javier.

Javier: "Are you sure your up for this kind of job?"

Y/n: "We shall definatley find out." I say calmly as I swipe the binoculars from Charles.

Arthur: "Where is that little Irish bastard?"

Charles: "I don't know, Trelawny's off to find out.

Arthur Morgan: Has anyone been into Blackwater to see how things lie?

Javier Escuella: Place is crawling with Pinkertons... bounty hunters... pictures of Dutch and Hosea.

Arthur: "We got a lot of money sitting in that town."

Javier: "And that's where it's gonna remain, for now."

Arthur: (stares through binoculars) "Why haven't they hanged Sean, I wonder?"

Charles: "I think he's bait... or they want to trial him publicly." I nudge Charles and point to a boat being loaded with a person and a mask over his head.

Y/n: "I think that's him being put on the boat." I hand Charles back the binoculars but not before he takes a glance at me. Trelawny comes up next to me.

Trelawny: "Gentlemen. Sean is being moved up the Upper Montana... then to a federal prison out west."

Arthur: "Well, we can't be rescuing people from some federal prison. We either rescue him now or... cut him loose."

Charles and I both snap our heads to him.

Charles: "We're not cutting anyone loose."

Arthur: "Of course not."

Trelawny: "Ike Skelding's boys are moving him to a camp nearby... before handing him over to the government."

Arthur: "So, I guess... we need to stop them before they get to camp. Charles, why don't you head up on the north side... and then we'll head up on the other side of the valley and meet you.. that way we have them either direction. Javier, Josiah, Y/n come on. Let's go see."

We all get up and back up as quietly as we can and make our way to our horses.

Trelawny: You know, Arthur... the government or people whom the government like, seem to be very angry.

Arthur: "Sure, well... we'll rescue Sean and then we'll get ourselves lost, good and proper. It's a big country."

Trelawny: "I hope so..."

Arthur kicks off to a light gallop as we all follow behind him.

Trelawny: "You know my dear girl, I never took you for someone for this type of work."

Arthur: "You should see how she handles herself with 3 people up against her. It's a wild thing to to see." He chuckles.

Y/n: "You over dramatize. I think I could prove myself to be capable of this type of thing." I say as I roll my eyes.

Javier: "You should've seen her in that bar fight." Trelawny laughs.

Trelawny: "These 2 sure seem smitten with you. I've never even heard Arthur speak so highly of someone before." My heart skips a beat from that statement.

Y/n: "I feel flattered. But let's keep our eyes out for Pinkertons." Arthur grumbles.

Trelawny: "Yes, south of the river West Elizabeth isn't a very welcoming place right now."

Arthur: "Down there, reckon those might be our boys. We come to a halt as we see a boat riding up river. "

Trelawny: "Alright, gentlemen. Follow me. We'll follow them, nice and easy. Let's make sure it's him first before you go starting another war." He says as he takes the lead.

Arthur: "You think they can see us?"

Trelawny: "If they can, we're just three fellers out on the trail. Act natural, we'll be fine."

I drowned myself into my own thoughts as they carried on with there conversation. The moon shining bright down on us giving us a clear view of the boat. Arthur must've noticed because I felt something brush up against my leg causing me to snap my head in it's direction. A worried look on Arthur's face.

Arthur: "You ok?" He says in a quiet gruff voice. I must've had a worried look on my face. I flashed him a smile.

Y/n: "I'm fine Arthur." I pick up a bit of speed to match Trelawny's with Arthur and Javier behind.

Once we see the boat has reached it's stop Arthur pulls out his binocular's and take a look at Sean being kicked off. Quite literally. I chuckled a bit at the action.

Javier: "So who are these bounty hunters?"

Arthur: "Don't know too much about Ike Skelding's boys, but I hear they're a big crew and wild. Built some reputation in the last year or two."

Javier: "That looks like Sean to me..."

Arthur: "Sure is."

Trelawny: Oh yes. They're taking him up the canyon.

Arthur: There's Charles, on the other side. Let's go.

Javier: What about the other two down there?

Y/n: "I think I got somethin?" I kick off into a small gallop, the other's behind.

Javier: We should do this quietly if we can.

Y/n: "Of course, darlin." We reach the bottom of the cliff opposite side of the bounty hunter's.

Y/n: "I'll create a distraction then you know the rest obviously." I unclip my belt containing my gun and knife, unbutton my shirt a bit more and move my boobs more upward to show more cleavage, giving my h/l, h/c hair a small rustle. I slide off my bandolier and hand it to Trelawny along with my belt. Gaining the stares of Javier and Arthur.

Y/n: "Hold this." I kick off on my horse into a quick trot across the river and slide off my horse and run up to the bounty hunter's frantically.

Y/n: "Gentleman, can you please help me?!"

Bounty Hunter: "What's the problem, young lady?" An evil conniving look on there faces as they come closer.

Y/n: "My daughter. She has seemed to fallen ill and her breathing is very frail." I attempt to brim up some tears.

Bounty Hunter: "Well, calm down Miss. Why don't 1 of us come with you to help?" They both laugh to eachother. I notice Arthur and Javier getting ready, that's when I wipe my eye's and look them in there eye's and say in a flat tone.

Y/n: "No, that won't be necessary." That's when I see a knife pierce through there chest and blood squirt out of the wound and onto my shirt.

'White wasn't a good color for this.'

Arthur had a crazed look in his eye walking up to me and grabbing my arm.

Arthur: "You okay?"

Y/n: "Yeah, let's keep going."

Trelawny: "You'll need this my dear girl. Wonderful acting." He compliments handing me my belt and bandolier. I waste no time in putting it back into it's original spot.

Y/n: "Thanks Trelawny. See ya around." Trelawny bids us a farewell and takes off on his horse. I pick up 1 of the Carbine repeaters off the dead bounty hunters and start making my way up the canyon. I take cover behind a rock that's on a slope going uphill. Javier next to me and Arthur taking cover on a rock behind us.

Javier: "We got two halfway up the canyon to deal with. We're gonna have to shoot our way up there."

Y/n: "Okay." I nod my head and look at the Bounty hunter's ahead and back at Javier. I stand up and put the Carbine on my back and pull out the revolver. Aiming it towards the chest of the men. I tighten my grip on the handle and waste no time pulling the trigger. Gun smoke and powder from that 1 bullet fills my nostrils. I glance at the gun and back at the man I shot to see how he clutched his chest and fell to the ground. Javier and Arthur start shooting after I took my shot. I take cover and throw some shots at more of the bounty hunter's with ease. I holster my revolver once Arthur takes the last shot killing the last bounty hunter blocking our path upwards.

Javier: "Vamos!" He runs upward to our next point of cover. I right behind him. I pull out the carbine and holster the revolver and start taking shots to the men on the higher altitudes. Some getting headshots and other's just to the chest.

'I'm so glad the recoil isn't too bad on these.' A smirk appears on my face as I kill them left and right. Once we cleared the area we begin to move further up.

Javier: "I see Charles up there." He points out as I see Charles and the Bounty Hunter begin to come and swing at Charles with a machete.

Y/n: "I must've missed 1." I chuckle out, wasting no time in taking aim and squeezing the trigger. The bullet zips out of the gun and flies straight into the man's head.

Y/n: "No shit. I wasn't really aiming. I was hoping for the best." I laugh out. Javier and Arthur exchange worried glances before looking at me.

Y/n: "Don't give me that look." Javier starts to make his way up the pass but is stopped by rider's. My breath hitched from this. Arthur comes up right next to me and begins to shoot them down left and right.

Arthur: "Come on, let's go." He pants out pulling me with him as we climb up the steep hill. Even I was having trouble keeping a steady breath.

Once we make it to the top of the steep slope were greeted by 2 more men.

Y/n: "Are you fucking serious?" I pull out the handgun and squeeze the trigger a few time to the man closest to me. The bullets landing in his chest, Arthur pulls me behind him as I catch my breath and he finishes the last man off.

Arthur: "You good?" He asks worriedly.

Y/n: "Yeah, I'm just so out of shape for this. Let's go." I pant out and lightly jog following the path around to a main dirt road regrouping with Charles.

Charles: "Their camp's up this way, come on."

Javier: "I'll take the left side, Charles. You go right, okay? Let's take these hijos de putas!" I reload the carbine as we come up on the camp. Charles and Javier taking cover.

Arthur: "Goddamn army of these bastards. How much is Sean's bounty?"

Charles: "Maybe we should turn him in ourselves."

Y/n: "Shoot the red canisters! It's full of something that's gonna explode!"

Javier: "What?"

Y?N: Watch!" I take aim at a red canister sitting on a crate where 2 men were hiding behind. I take a deep breath and squeeze the trigger. As if time slowed I could see the bullet sip right out and hit the explosive substance creating a small volatile reaction killing the men and destroying the crate they were behind. I take cover with Arthur.

Javier: "Ohh, I see you amor." He starts aiming and shooting every red canister he see's. Arthur shooting at the men at the higher vantage points and Charles and I killing the men that the explosive substance misses. We push up with ease and clear the camp of men. I take a few more looks around ensuring the area is clear before making my way to Sean. I swing the carbine on my back as Arthur and I approach Sean. Arthur unsheathes his knife and begins to cut Sean down.

Sean: "Arthur. You know... you're a lot less ugly from that other angle, Arthur." He hits the ground, I take the knife from Arthur and beging to cut the bindings from around his ankles.

Sean: "And you. I have never laid eye on a woman such as immaculate such as yourself."

Y/n: "Don't get me all excited now." I chuckle. Sean laughs as well as he stands up wist some help of Javier.

Sean: "Do I get a hug, Arthur? A warm embrace for a lost brother, now found?"

Arthur: You know... nothing means more to me than this gang. The bond we share... it's the most real thing to me. I would kill for it, I would happily die for it... but in spite of all that... Arthur I would have easily left you here to rot... If Charles hadn't stopped me. He says with a small smile with his hand on his shoulder.

Sean: "I don't believe a word of that, Arthur."

Arthur: "Get him out of here." I take my place back beside Arthur a big smirk on my face. Suddenly I see red ooze out of Arthur's arm.

Sean: "You're a great man, Arthur Morgan... the kind a young whippersnapper can really admire." I chuckle

Arthur: "Oh shut up. Right, we should split up. Javier, will you escort Mr. Macguire back to camp. Charles, best you ride separately. Be careful, there's patrols everywhere."

Javier: "What about you 2?"

Arthur: "I'm gonna see what's worth taking here. We'll meet you back there as soon as I get done."

Sean: "Don't ruin her mood with that grumpy face you always have on." I roll my eyes as they mount up and take off.

I wave as I watch them ride off.

Arthur: "We're you shot at all?" I turn around and start to take off his coat. He grabs my hands.

Arthur: "What are you doin?" He says with a small chuckle. I take my hands back and gesture at his arm.

Y/n: "I wasn't but you sure have been?" I get back to taking off his coat. I go to unbutton his shirt but he puts his hands up in protest. That's when I notice some more blood on his chest.

Y/n: "Arthur!" I exclaim. He unbuttons his shirt and his exposes his chest. The outline of his abs definatley could make anyone drool. I'm sure I was staring before I brought myself back out of it. I rip off a bit of excess shirt and grab a health cure. Arthur sits on a crate as I begin to tend to his wound. I try to be gentle because I know it can sting.

'He doesn't even flinch.'

I feel his eyes on me as I tend to him.

Arthur: "This ain't necessary."

Y/n: "Then why are you letting me?" I flash a smile at him. I throw the cloth behind me and step away from him, popping the lid back on the health cure and set it next to him. I make my way over to my horse. Arthur a bit behind me as he buttons his shirt back up and throws his jacket on.

Arthur: "Thank you." He says nonchalantly.

Y/n: "Oh no, the pleasures all mine cowboy." I say with a wink before mounting up. I see the blood in his face turn bright red before climbing up and tilting his hat downward to cover his face. He take the lead and I follow behind him.

#arthur morgan fluff #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan #future smut #rdr2 arthur #rdr2 fandom #im tryin my best #rdr2 smut #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 x reader #arthur morgan smut #high honor arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #red dead redemption two #arthur morgan imagine

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dajaregambler · 2 years

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HeliosR - Akira Otori Card story ‘‘Even calligraphy’s a knock out of the park’‘

Translation of Akira Otori’s 4* “HAPPY NEW YEARS SHOW!” card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Akira: Oi, Brad. Won’tcha lend me your calligraphy set?

Brad: Calligraphy set? Are you going to use it for the “New Year's Heroes” program?

Akira: Yeah! I wanna write something for the new year~

Brad: I don’t mind lending it out, however… Are you experienced with calligraphy?

Akira: Nah, I ain’t

Brad: Then it looks like I have to teach you from the beginning.

Akira: Ya don’t gotta teach me. I mean, it’s just writing kanji with a paintbrush? Easypeasy♪

Brad: ………….

Akira: W-what…

Brad: Wait here for a moment.

Brad: This is an essential tool for calligraphy.

Akira: What a flimsy piece of paper~

Brad: It’s Japanese calligraphy paper. Most of the time this is what people use for writing. And when you’re writing you must absolutely utilize this pencil board.

Brad: Due the paper being this thin it’s impossible for it to absorb all the ink, which could stain the surface you’re using. Be careful with it.

Akira: Yeah yeah, got it

Brad: …….Akira, try preparing yourself as if you’re about to write.

Akira: Ooh, so you are putting me in practice♪ Rather than hearing ‘bout how this paper stuff goes, it’s faster to try it out anyway

Akira: So first goes the pencil board, then I’mma lay the paper on top of it…

Akira: Great! I did it. I mean, there’s no way there’s anyone that can get this wro-

Brad: It’s wrong.

Akira: Ueeeh!?

Brad: Spreading it out vertically is the correct way when it comes to paper of this size. Fundamentally, calligraphy is written from the top to the bottom, making it usual practice to have it laid out as such. Although everything I said so far is how it’s done in Japan.

Akira: W-writing verticallyyyyyyyy~~!?? Who the hell goes out there writing vertically, ‘cuz I sure haven’t!?

Brad: I’ll demonstrate.

Brad: After preparing the paper, focus your mind. As for your posture when writing, seiza is the rule.

Akira: S-seiza…? Uuuh, my legs already go numb from sitting cross legged…

Brad: Once you’re ready, you take this tool, the inkstone, and make ink to write with your brush. Take a little bit of water, go over the inkstone…

Akira: Ooooooooh~! The water turned black after scraping that block thingie!

Brad: It’s one of the fundamentals to make ink out of the ink shavings.

Brad: However, using an inkstone might prove to be somewhat difficult for beginners. Akira, you should use this off-the-shelf ink.

Akira: Hold it. It’s difficult for beginners, yeah?

Akira: I can do about this much, y’know. Like, who do ya think I am

Brad: …… Understood, go ahead and show what you can.

Brad: Arbitrarily deeming you to be a beginner is indeed presumptuous.

Akira: Hell yeah! Just you watch, Brad. I’ll make the best ink you’ve seen in your whole life

Akira: Dip it a lil’ in the water… and…

Akira: UOOOOOH!

Brad: !? Akira, lessen your amount of strength. Rubbing it with too much power doesn’t mean it’ll guarantee good ink.

Akira: UOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!! More power, gotta put more power in my arm!!

Brad: Akira…!

Akira: OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! VOLTAGE MAX!!!!!!!!!!

Akira: Hehehe~! Pulled it off nicely there, didn’t it. Maaan, I really AM a genius♪

Brad: …..It was a good call to place a sheet beforehand.

Akira: Awright! My ink’s ready to go, guess it’s time to finally get to writing.

Akira: I’ll start with my ambition for this year.

Akira: Ambitions, ambitions…

Akira: …..Hmmm, can I write something like that? When you were on New Year’s Heroes you wrote some word with just four of these kanji.

Brad: Yes, it’s called a four-character compound word. Beginners often choose to write these, however for those unfamiliar with Japanese culture the meaning would get lost on them.

Brad: There might be practices set in stone when it comes to calligraphy, but what’s written on paper is up to the individual themselves. Let your heart decide what to write.

Akira: ….Let my heart decide, huh

Akira: That reminds me. While I was wrestling with ink ya wrote somethin’ too, yeah. Was it some new year’s ambition?

Brad: No, nothing like that.

Akira: Hold on, kanji? Huh, I feel like I’ve seen ‘em before…

Brad: You can have this.

Akira: Eh? Why?

Brad: These kanji are read as “Otori Akira”- It’s your name expressed in Japanese.

Brad: You can write your ambition with characters you’re familiar with, vertically or horizontally, what suits best for you. However, by topping it off with your name written vertically, it would end up resembling what one calls the first calligraphy of the year.

Akira: O-ooh… Thanks

Brad: Mental concentration is necessary for calligraphy. In a quiet place, keeping your focus at bay.

Akira: Gotcha, gotcha♪

Brad: ….Do you really?

Akira: With this I’m gonna make the show even better now! You betcha it’ll knock your socks off, Brad!

#heliosR #helios rising heroes #akira otori #brad beams

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cherry-shipping · 3 years

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well. might as well design a pony dress for the grand galloping gala.

#sweet dream wants to go there cause shes very much a night owl (night pony?) and is a HUGE fan of luna #i also just now discovered that i feel comfortable with she/her pronouns for her hell yeah #feels nice to be able to do that #cause even people ive said are fine to call me she usually dont cause yknow force of habit and afraid to get it wrong etc etc #which is fine i love they/them and you can never ever go wrong with it! but its nice to mix it up a bit ykno #anyway heres random trivia about my ponysona cause im gonna be coming up with stuff as i rewatch the show #first off as i said huge night owl and thats why shes always really sleepy during the daytime #secondly as i was watching the owlowiscious episode where they watch the meteor shower i came up with uhhh #cause twilight already knows all the star signs and planets visible to them from studying but sweet dream ALSO knows all of them but #shes come up with her own names for them cause shes never read a book that isnt a comic in her life #and she goes on a lot of walks at night and likes to watch the stars but cant be bothered to look up what theyre actually called #actually maybe she legitimately doesnt know that they have names. i havent decided yet #im trying to think of what her special talent is gonna be cause her cutie mark is a pillow but god knows what that could mean #first thing that comes to mind is like? calming and taking care of people when theyre worked up about something or like slumberparties?#but that second one is verging on pinkie pie skills #kay maybe her calm and reserved nature is what makes her good at calming people down and taking care of them #cause thats somethin i have to do a lot #i dont mind! but when people dump their sad friends who i dont know at all during cons thats a bit of a hassle #like buddy I Have Got Things To Do Too #but uhhh yeah! thats some stuff ive thought about recently #i dunno what made her GET her cutie mark? its gotta be connected to rainbow dashes sonic rainboom in some way?#cant think of much though maybe later #suggestions open btw lol #cherry chats #YES i am thinking about ponies a lot shut up its a nice show #whats weird is that the anecdotes are pretty much the same in every episode but for some reason i always choke up #like its the same every time they argue and then they make up and my dumbass is sitting there crying like 'oh my god theyre friends again'#wonderful how the world works huh

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kageyuji · 3 years

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realizing he loves you

⤷ iwaizumi, oikawa, kyotani, kenma, atsumu ; [gn!reader]

WARNINGS/GENRE: fluff, mild swearing, food mention (iwa)

NOTES: aha reblogs are so cute :lipbite: please and thank you ;-;

━━ iwaizumi;

he doesn’t realize he’s falling in love until someone points it out to him — which surprisingly doesn’t take long. iwaizumi, who generally didn’t take time to learn random facts about people, knowing every little detail about you? strange.

“do you think y/n would appreciate it if I got these?” iwaizumi asked, squatting down to pick up a bag of your favorite candies. “they usually like these, but not really this brand.”

oikawa raised an eyebrow at his friend. he knew the two of you were dating, but he hadn’t realized iwaizumi had noted something like that. a smile worked at the corner of oikawa’s lips.

at the lack of his friend’s answer, iwaizumi turned to look at him. “why are you smiling? if you’d like me to buy you somethin’ too, go pick somethin’ out, damn.”

“hey, iwaizumi,” oikawa smiled again. “what is y/n’s favorite flower?”

“well, I got them- wait, why do you care?”

“you love them, don’t you?”

“n- uhm,” iwaizumi cleared his throat, setting the candies next to the register. “just let me buy my damn candy in peace.”

━━ oikawa;

oikawa thinks he’s been in love before. and he has, sure, but it’s never been like this. it’s almost painful; he just wants to tell you all the time, to climb to the highest point and yell it to every person in the world.

he was staring. he knew that, but he didn’t really care.

feeling eyes on you, you turned and flashed him a smile, asking him what was wrong. but he shook his head and smiled back. and he really was fine for the most part. just a little distracted.

“really?” you pressed. “something is on your mind, just tell me.”

oikawa shook his head once more. “can’t tell you yet. it’s top secret, shh.”

you narrowed your eyes at him playfully, but turned back around in your seat at the order of your teacher. his eyes never really left you though. it wasn’t in a creepy way — at least he hoped it wasn’t. he just likes to admire you.

he liked to imprint you into his mind, keeping you there long enough that he could imagine how you’d react when he finally felt bold enough to tell you the truth.

because he does love you, but he doesn’t know how to tell you that.

━━ kyotani;

he knows that he loves you when he starts to value your opinion. he wouldn’t give anyone else the time of day, so why does he always find himself thinking that your every word is like gospel?

“you love them.” oikawa stated simply, staring at him from across the table.

normally kyotani wouldn’t participate in the team’s adventures to restaurants after games, but you had plans, and he had nothing better to do.

“no, I don’t.” kyotani stated, glaring at oikawa.

oikawa’s lips curled up into a smile. he knew that he was right, that kyotani was wrong. but he also knew that he would never be able to talk sense into the other guy. not alone, anyway.

“really?” hanamaki asked, quirking a brow. “so you didn’t light up whenever you saw y/n at the game today? and you definitely didn’t start blushing when they complimented you after?”

kyotani blinked a few times, staring at the other people at the table. then he rolled his eyes, looking down at his plate, though he was just pushing his food around the plate.

“...shut up.” was all that he responded with, but he was starting to consider what they’d said.

━━ kenma;

the idea that he loves you starts small. and then the spark turns into a flame, though kenma still refuses to believe there’s a fire at all until it’s burning him.

kenma knew that this was in no way normal... but he couldn’t help it. he didn’t have a full-blown love for you, but he couldn’t help but think about you so often.

what started off a simple adoration had somehow turned into him thinking about you every second of every day. as if that wasn’t enough, everything reminded him of you.

video games had once been his escape from the rest of the world; a nice way to block out all of his problems. of course, he could never see you as a problem, but he hated this feeling. he wishes he could put a name on it.

however, that was short lived. even games that required his full focus and attention, there were things that reminded him of you.

it was frustrating, to say the least.

“kenma,” kuroo said, smiling at his friend. “I know you don’t wanna think about it, and you won’t admit it to yourself, but you love them. it’s kinda obvious.”

oh.

━━ atsumu;

he likes to think he can deny his feelings until the day that he’s six feet under, but he can’t. eventually he finds himself unable to shake the thought of you, and he thinks that is what is slowly going to kill him

the red lights of his alarm clock seemed to be mocking him. he knew that it was almost one in the morning, but it’s not like he could help it.

thoughts of you had been running rampant in his head all day. it was making him sick, he’s sure of it.

rather, the fact that he could never get sick of you is making him sick. and he hates that — because of all the people in the world, he was stuck on you, the person he didn’t know how to tell.

it was close to three in the morning whenever he finally decided enough was enough. he hoped you were asleep by now and that he could play this off in the morning whenever he was thinking more rationally.

after reaching for his phone, he took a deep breath, and opened his messages.

“hey do you think i can ask you smth? unless ur asleep i mean”

“no i’m still up !! what did u wanna ask?”

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

The couple had been staying in their Los Angeles home for the last few months whilst the singer finalized his album and began promotion.

It was boring meeting among boring lunch outings to get all their ducks in a row. Jeff - his manager the main orchestrator.

He was a great manager and a good friend, but it was also business too which Harry didn’t always comprehend.

At the end of the day, Harry was making Jeff millions upon millions of dollars. But Harry didn’t think that way.

Harry was in a stuffy conference room at the The Late Late Show to work on the script and ideas for the show. Promo had been nonstop.

He was a bit tired as it was nearly just hitting eight in the morning and he had been up late with you - having some late night loving in the hot tub.

“As for guest - Kendall Jenner,” James Corden’s producer states. All the men agree but Harry is taken aback.

“Why...why would we have my ex-girlfriend as one of my guests?” Harry interrupts, confusion knitting his brows.

Kendall and him didn’t end on a bad note - not at all. They hooked up a few times after their ‘break-up’ but once he’d met Y/N she was understanding when he cut it off.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily jealous of the model, but didn’t love when they’d run into each other at events. She was still overtly flirty with Harry without much shame.

Harry also didn’t have an desire to see her or host her as a guest on the show. She was nice but he wasn’t interested in being friends with her. They didn’t have much in common and he was head over heels for his wife.

“The media will eat it up, dude. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner reunited on a show after four years?” Jeff smiles, the others nodding in amicable agreement.

This is one of this times where Harry needs to say “no,” that it’s disrespectful to his significant other to use an old flame for promo for his album.

He already knows ‘hendall’ will be trending within minutes and he can’t imagine how that would make his parter feel.

“I just...this doesn’t seem like a good idea?” Harry begins hesitantly, making it sound more like a question than a statement.

“Why not?” Eric, one of the writers asks.

“Y’know, I’m married. I don’t think m’missus would appreciate if I did somethin’ like that just for promotion,” he states, scratching at his jaw uncomfortably.

“Look Styles, we’re not asking you to fuck the girl. It just a interview, c’mon,” The executive producer gruffs - wanting those guaranteed views.

Harry swallows - looking at his manager and then at everyone else at the table looking at him for an affirmative answer.

“Uh-sure,” Harry fumbles, feeling anxiety rise into his throat. Fuck, he’s such a god damn pushover.

He’s trying to find his voice to go back on his agreement but the meeting wrapping up and people are leaving with final handshakes.

Harry doesn’t know how to tell Y/N what is going on. He’d been keeping in stored in the back of his mind, not ready to have a blowout.

He never found the perfect time to bring it up and now it was too late. It was the morning of the show and he was due to be at the rehearsals this afternoon.

Harry had finally decided he was going to tell her this morning over coffee but forgot that she had a girl’s day planned with a few friends.

She was already out to breakfast with them when he woke up. His phone had one text from you.

Hi baby. I’m out with the girls. See you at the show tonight. I’ll meet you there around six! Love you!

He was fucked royally and he had no one to blame but himself. Maybe it’d be okay, maybe she’d roll her eyes and tell him he’s an idiot.

Realistically he knew that was just a sweet dream at this point.

—

Harry was fidgety and kept mucking up his lines during rehearsal as it got closer to the showtime and his missus arriving.

Kendall had arrived for hair and makeup without seeing her ex-boyfriend yet. He dreaded seeing the model.

Kendall and Y/N had met a few times at different events. It was always cordial. Kendall was always casual - their relationship was never more than a couple fun dates and sex.

They were kind to each other when they met but he couldn’t deny how much harder his partner kissed him on the mouth afterwards.

Before he know it, his wife is hugging him from behind as he talks to a producer about which cameras to look at.

Y/N noticed the way he tensed up at first and thought about how unusual that was for him. Normally, he’d lean back into her with his full weight causing them both to stumble and laugh.

He slowly, cautiously turns around and his face relaxes a little bit but not completely. “Hi baby,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

“You look so handsome,” she replies, admiring his brown pinstriped suit and her pearl necklace that he’d snagged awhile back. She thought it looked better on him anyways.

“You look even better, s’fuckin’ pretty, love,” he gushes, coming back in for another kiss - a little too sensual for the setting.

She was donned in a cropped white shirt, showing of the smooth expanse of her tummy. An oversized blazer of Harry’s, ripped jeans, and heels.

Harry thought fleetingly he couldn’t wait to fuck her after the show. Then remembered that mostly wouldn’t happen.

Reggie, the musical lead, slides up to you two. He smiles wide at you, saying, “Can’t believe you agreed to the guest this evening.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, Harry’s raise nearly to his forehead, but when she opens her mouth to ask him to explain they’re interrupted.

“Harry!” The leggy model trots over to the little group. Dressed in an interesting one-piece suit that has sewn in heels. She looked beautiful as ever, of course she was a model.

Both of them turn towards the oblivious girl, “Kendall,” Harry replies with a twinge of anxiety - eyes repeatedly looking at his significant other’s profile as multiple emotions flash.

“Hiya, you’re Y/N right?” Kendall smiles kindly, offering her manicured hand.

She accepts, “Yeah, uh-good to see you again.”

Harry knew she had connected the dots quickly in her head. The hurt, confusion, had hit her eyes before narrowing into full-blown rage at her partner.

“I promise I’ll go easy on him,” Kendall jokes before pinching at Harry’s cheek teasingly. The model was a natural flirt with everyone she got along with.

“Oh, sure,” she replies lamely, attempting to not let her feelings burst out in that moment with her husband . She knew it wasn’t Kendall’s fault.

“I’m going to go grab a bite to eat. I’m probably gonna puke when we do ‘spill or fill’. See you guys soon,” the model waves before trailing off with her assistant.

“Did you kn- of course you knew she was your guest,” Y/N seethes, turning to fully face the guilt-stricken-singer.

He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, “I did.”

“How long have you known for?” She demands to know, keeping her voice at an angry whisper to not draw attention.

Harry wasn’t going to lie to his love, “About two weeks.”

Y/N replies with a laugh, “let me guess, you let Jeffrey talk you into this bullshit, again.”

His silence is all she needs to know it’s true.

“For Christ’s sake, of course,” She huffs bitterly, “what’s even worse is you didn’t fucking tell me. What the fuck?”

Harry bites his lip, not able to rasp out anything but a pathetic, “m’sorry, love.”

He wasn’t usually good at taking responsibility during a fight. He was stubborn at best but he couldn’t deny his way out of this.

“You will be, you-“

They were cut off by the staff, the audience was trailing in and Harry needed to get mic’d up now.

“This conversation isn’t over,” she points her finger at his chest before storming off to the side of the stage where she’d watch from.

Fucking shit.

Harry was a performer. It’s easy for him to push things to the back of his mind so he can entertain a enamored audience.

But tonight, he was struggling. Eyes flicking over to the teleprompter more than usual, his demeanor not as vivid and carefree.

Not when his wife was glaring daggers at him from stage right. Her hand constantly at her mouth, biting at her nails - a nervous tick of hers.

“Next up, the one, the only, the beautiful model and one of my good friends, Kendall Jenner!” Harry introduces when she walks out and waves at the crowd.

They hug and when they pull apart they step over to where they were playing the game. Either answer the question or eat a nasty food picked out by the other.

They weren’t allowed to see each other’s questions before the game started- both going on blind which put Harry more on edge.

“Okay, Kendall. Rank the members of One Direction on most to least attractive or you will be eating...” Harry spins the table, “Cow tongue.”

She flinched at the disgusting plate, smirking up at Harry before considering her course of action, “I think I can answer this one.”

He wasn’t looking forward to her answer. Neither was Y/N by the way she nearly shaking her foot off her leg.

“Okay, I got this. You - the most attractive, then uh- Zayn....Louis...Niall...Liam,” she laughs, “but all of you are hot!”

Harry fake laughs and acts like he’s impressed by her answer as the crowd roars and cheers.

When Kendall picks up her notecard - she laughs in surprise at the question before looking at him with bright eyes.

“Okay, um, bull penis!” She giggles before starting the question, “I’m dying to know this answer. So...your first album HS1 was released four years ago, correct?”

He nods, apprehensive.

“Which songs were about me? Especially was only angel?” She laughs at Harry’s pale expression before without another thought he shovels the rancid food into his mouth.

Harry looks off to the side to see that his missus is no longer sitting there. Just Jeff - who gives him a thumbs up.

The first thing he did when the show ended and the lights dimmed was bolt off to Jeff - ignoring Kendall who was about to say something to him.

“Where’d Y/N go?”

He thought she might have went out to get a breathe of fresh air but for the next hour and a half he hasn’t seen her once.

“She said she wasn’t feeling very good. She told me to tell you she’d meet you at home,” Jeff shrugs unbothered.

“Damnit!” Harry curses loudly, ripping out of the microphone and the little pack in his back waistband.

“Harry,” Jeff scolds at his unprofessionalism that was abnormal for him.

“No! Don’t fucking ever ask me to do shit like this again. You fucking knew what questions were on those notecards and you said it wasn’t anything about our previous relationship.”

“Harry-“

“Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re a real shit manager sometimes, you know that? Do not contact me tonight or tomorrow for that matter, you douchebag,” Harry barks before storming off towards the dressing rooms.

All the employees were standing around in shock, staring at the popstar as he ignored everyone around him.

Harry was famously known for being a kind, amicable guy. So it took everyone by surprise to hear him speak like that. Even Jeff was shaken up a little.

—

The house was pitch-black as Harry pulled up. The house’s first floor was lined with large, bay windows and not a single light was on.

He could find one room illuminated which was your bedroom. A dim side lamp must have been flicked on. He imagined her purposely turning off all the lights on the trek up the staircase.

Harry didn’t want to admit how much he was trembling with awful nerves and anticipation as he slowly turns the knob of the shared bedroom.

Y/N wasn’t laying in bed as he expected but found the bathroom door shut tightly. He noticed a little yellow bag with tissue paper off to the side by a dresser.

He knocks on the oak door, not daring to enter without permission.

“What do you want?” Y/N answers, tone flat and emotionless.

“Can I come in, baby? Please...” He wasn’t ashamed to beg for forgiveness at this point. Hearing the emptiness in her tone scared him shitless.

“I really could care less,” She replies coldly from her spot in the scalding water decorated with bubbles.

Harry had never felt more unsure in his life as he enters the bathroom. Y/N had gotten proper pissed at him or vice versa before - right before a concert, an award ceremony but she’d never left without him.

Her head was laying against the foam headrest and her body was covered by the soap water. She looked tired and her eyes were puffy from crying.

Harry kneels next to the tub, “look at me, please pet.”

Y/N takes a moment before turning her head and opening her eyes. They were distant, disappointed in the man in front of her.

“I should have told you about Kendall. I should have put up more of a fight to get someone else on instead,” Harry admits, his hands desperately wanting to reach out for her.

She shakes her head with a heart-wrenching sniffle, “it’s not just tonight, Harry. We’ve had this conversation continuously for three and a half fucking years. You try to please everyone, despite them giving no fucks about you.”

“Are you that much of a pushover? You let your ex-girlfriend flirt with you in front of millions. Do you know how embarrassing and unfair that it to me?” She wipes at her eyes to stop the tears spilling over.

Harry hadn’t thought of it like that - to be honest. But he agrees, it wasn’t fair and downright cruel to do that to her.

What? All because he couldn’t say ‘no’ because he didn’t want people to be mad at him? It was pathetic and ridiculous.

“I-I won’t let it happen again, lovie. I mean it, I truly do,” Harry whimpers reaching over to cup her cheek and wants to cry when she pushes him away.

“You’re a broken record. You’ve said that a million times before but don’t change,” Y/N points out, eyes boring furiously into his wife’s.

“I’m goi-“

She cuts him off with a sharp edge in her tone, “Just leave me alone, get out.”

The man’s face crumbles and for a second, she wants to just end the fight and makeup but then nothing would change.

“Baby-“

“Get out!” She finally bellows, tears streaming down her face steadily.

He obliges, head hung in defeat as he closes the door behind him. He stands there’s blankly for a second before going to the walk-in closet.

He’s pulling out a fresh pair of cotton underwear and a large sleepshirt for his partner, laying them neatly on the bed.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits so he pulls out his phone to mindlessly scroll.

He throws it against the wall when he sees #hendallreunited is trending number one on Twitter at the moment.

The singer strips down to his briefs and sits with his back against the tufted headboard, staring blankly at the wall.

His eyes catch a neon pink pair of his swimshorts tossed carelessly on the decorative vase in the corner of the room from the night before .

“Fuck, baby - no need to rush,” Harry groans into Y/N ‘s mouth as she pushes him until he’s sat on the edge of their California king.

She reaches impatiently for the tie on his neon pink swimshorts and yanks them off his slim, peach-fuzz thighs before throwing them onto the vase without a care that it was worth over twenty-thousand pounds.

After edging her in the hot tub with his fingers and mouth, she wasn’t waiting any longer before clambering onto his lap, pulling her swim bottoms to the side, and sinking onto him.

He felt guilty when his cock twitched at the thought of it. But when reality set back in, the arousal with the memory evaporated.

It isn’t much longer until the door is pulled open and Y/N’s padding into the room with a towel secured around her.

She looks at the clothes Harry set out for her and pointedly walks past them to pick out her own nightwear.

That really shouldn’t make his eyes tear up as he watches her slide on a similar pair of panties and an oversized shirt. Spotting a purpling bruise on her upper in thigh from his mouth.

Y/N silently walks past the bed and to the bedroom door, looking back before bleakly stating, “I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

He frowns, wrinkles appearing on his forehead, “You can sleep in here, love. I’ll take the guest room.”

Harry doesn’t get a reply as she just shakes her head and closes the door loudly behind her.

It’s just - he’s never seen her this upset. She was usually fantastic at communicating her feelings and hashing things out.

She wasn’t one for the silent treatment or ignoring the topic. It had his chest rising faster than usual with anxiety. The serious of it overwhelming him.

He states at the wall for a very long time without wiping the fat tears brimming over his trembling lips.

He couldn’t sleep - it was half past three and he hadn’t even laid down or clicked off the lamp.

Harry accepted sleep wasn’t coming so he begins to tidy the already clean room. He picks up the shorts and tossing them in the hamper.

He refolds some joggers he’d carelessly shoved in a drawer and when he went to move the little yellow bag - curiosity got the best of him.

There was no card and he wasn’t sure who it was for or if it had been a gift already give to Y/N that she had returned home with.

Harry really shouldn’t - but he does. Gently tugging out the paper and reaching in to feel fabric.

Pulling it out, it takes him a minute to identify what it is - two baby onesie. Who was having a baby?

He lays them in front of him, eyes widening in surprise as he reads what is printed across the black cotton.

The first one was the colors and font of his upcoming tour merch with the photo he used on his tour announcement with the heeled boot and white pants.

Love on Tour - Due Date: September 2025

With Special Guest Appearance from Baby Styles

The second one was simple and read across the chest:

I’m having your baby (and it is your business) with embroidered kiwis all of over it.

He frantically reached back into the bag to pull out a bundle of pregnancy tests tied with a silk bow.

They weren’t necessarily trying for a baby but they’re weren’t not trying either. Harry wanted a baby as soon as his missus was willing to give him one.

“No, no, don’t one,” she’d whined into his mouth when he’d reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand.

“Oh sweet thing, you want me bare? Fill you up?” He croons happily, coming back to grip at his thick base and tease at her entrance.

“Ye-yeah, H. Please,” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking her hips in the hope he’d slip inside her.

Harry hums, “Might give you a baby though, y’want me to knock you up?”

“Want it, wan-“

He cuts her off with a hard, blissful kiss as he thrusts all the way inside before pulling out to do it again.

“Gonna give it to you, whatever you want, lovie,” he promises.

The two had never used protection afterwards. It had start about seven months ago and from his knowledge she’d still been getting her periods regularly.

Occasionally, he would palm at her flat tummy and pout, “Haven’t put a baby in you yet, ‘ave I?”

He was so ecstatic but disappointed in himself for ruining everything and pleasing everyone other than who he should be.

Harry needed to fix this. He didn’t want Y/N to lose the excitement of having their baby over a dumb choice of his.

The man’s out of the room and not knocking before entering their guest room. His now pregnant love is laying on-top of the covers.

One hand subconsciously on her belly - which she removes and places next to her when her wife walks in.

The television was on but the volume was low and Y/N wasn’t watching it in the first place anyways.

Harry sits on the edge of the bed, “I opened the yellow bag.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, a little taken aback. she was going to surprise him tonight and forgot to store it away for another time after the fight.

Harry has happy tears dribbling down his cheeks, “you’re having my baby?”

Y/N nods, running a slight hand through his curls. She still had a nasty knot of anger and uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.

It pains her, wanting to share this moment of excitement with Harry but she just couldn’t. The uncertainty of whether Harry would put everybody’s needs before his own baby.

“Come back to bed, want t’talk and celebrate. M’so bloody excited,” Harry murmurs, a large smile decorating his face as he smooths a palm over the expanse of her tummy.

His wife shakes her head and places a hand over his, feeling the cold metal of all of them. “I want to be left alone.”

The twinkle in Harry’s eye diminishes to devastation as he realizes that he’s fucked up so badly that she doesn’t even want to celebrate.

“Pet, can...we just forget about it tonight and be happy ‘bout the baby?” Harry asks selfishly, knowing it was unlikely she’d agree.

She didn’t, a firm expression on her face, “no, I have a lot to think about.”

“Like wha’?” He asks anxiously, unknowing of quite the reason she was so furious.

“Like how you say yes to everything and everyone. We talk and talk about how you need to say ‘no’ and do what’s best for you - for us. You agree to and never follow through”

She takes a shaky breath and continues, “it’s affected our relationship before when you’ve had to cancel our vacation away from all this for a charity concert you’d agree to perform at last minute, dinner reservations because you told your friend we’d be at their art showing they wanted you at.”

Harry knew she was right. He did those things. He wanted everyone to be happy with him - to a fault.

“Tonight was just icing on the cake, you allowed your manager to talk you into hosting your ex on that show. Out of all the people in the world - her. With flirty questions and jabs from her. You let that happen. You care about making everyone happy but in return you don’t care how it affects me. That’s pretty shitty.”

“I’m...I’m really fucking scared you’ll do that even when we have the baby. I need you to put them first and right now...I’m not sure if you’re going to. You can’t put the person you want to spend the rest of your life with first now, how do I know you’ll do it with the baby?”

Harry chokes out a sob as he presses his forehead against the bed, his broad shoulders shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried this hard - years ago maybe. He felt like his wife didn’t have any faith in him and he was to blame.

He looks up at her with swollen eyes - at a loss for what to do or say. He loved her so much and was over the moon that they were going to have a baby.

“How do I fix this, darling? You’re right, I really fucked up. M’sorry,” Harry cries, grabbing at her hands and she allows it.

“Just saying you’re sorry won’t fix it,” Y/N replies flatly, letting Harry squeeze and kiss at the backs of her hands.

“Then what do I bloody do to fix this?” Harry raises his voice in frustration, staring in bewilderment at his wife.

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Do not raise your voice at me, Harry. Actions speak louder than words.”

Harry swallows harshly, pressing one finally kiss to her hand. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She repeats.

“I love you, I’ll fix this,” he promises with conviction. He knew what he needed to do and do it tomorrow. So he and his wife could enjoy her new pregnancy.

“I need space tonight, I just...please”Y/N says quietly, rubbing at his shoulder.

It wasn’t the first time they’ve slept in separate rooms because they weren’t getting along but they normally found their way back to each other before sunrise.

Harry nods, lip still tremble with the residual anxiety of the conversation. She allows him to press a soft kiss to her mouth before leaving the room.

—-

Cafe Habana was busy - but no one was paying much attention to Harry and Jeff. It was the morning after and Harry had demanded a meeting over breakfast with his manager.

“Y/N pregnant,” Harry states bluntly after their drinks arrive.

“Oh? Congratulations, dude. That’s exciting!” Jeff leans over to pat him on the shoulder, a big smile.

“The baby is due in September. My next tour starts in next July. The baby will be about nine months. I want to be at home with them for the first year.”

Jeff doesn’t look pleased, “what are you getting at Harry?”

“Reschedule the July and August tour dates. Tack them on to the end of the tour,” Harry lays out flat.

He hadn’t talk to his wife about this but he knew this was how he could prove that he could say ‘no’ and not be a pushover.

“No Harry. Look I get you’re excited about the baby - but that will be such a fucking hassle,” Jeff frowns, sipping his mimosa.

“I’m not asking, Jeff. I’m telling you that’s what needs to happen,” Harry replies firmly, tone strong and unwavering.

Jeff is definitely taken aback by his client’s conviction.

“While we’re on the topic, do not ever put me in a situation like you did yesterday. It affected my wife and I. And I will choose her over this career any day.”

The manager nods in surprise, “Harry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology but if you ever pull something like then I’ll be looking for a new management team. Are we clear?”

Jeff once again nods, unsure of where this is coming from but at the thought of losing his biggest client would be disastrous so he’d do whatever to accommodate him.

“Consider it done,” he tells Harry before clearing his throat in a slight panic.

—

Y/N woke up to an empty house. She was restless, she asked Harry to prove to her that he could be what she needed. However, it was a bit unfair because she didn’t know how he could do it.

It’s just…she had a baby to think about. They both needed to be put first and if it took a gnarly fight for Harry to realize it...so be it.

“Baby? Love, where are you?” She hears Harry echo through the whole house. She was sat in the kitchen, on a stool by the island, idly sorting through mail.

“In here!”

Harry jogs in, panting like he sprinted from the garage up to the kitchen. He comes to stand in front of the love of his life.

“I might have not completely fixed everything but...I tried,” Harry tells her, cradling her face in his large palms. “ I just got back from lunch with Jeff. I told him about the baby.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I rescheduled tour dates so I can be with you guys at home in London for the first year. Then...maybe you guys can join me after?”

“Harry…” she’s at a loss for words.

“And I told Jeff that if he ever puts me in a situation like that again, I’m firing him.”

Y/N stares at him, in awe and admiration of the man she chose to marry and keep forever. His face was so sincere and vulnerable.

Harry didn’t know whether it would be enough. If it wasn’t he’d keep trying but all he could do was hope. He waited with bated breath as she processed his words.

“Baby, you-for me?” She murmurs as she stands up and crowds into his space. He instantly wraps her up into a tight hug, missing her touch.

“Of course, pet. I’d do anything for you, I mean it. I’d quit this whole career if you wanted tha’,” he tells her truthfully - lips brushing her forehead.

“I love you, so so much,” Y/N murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“We’re havin’ a baby,'' Harry sighs dreamily into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers. A large hand came to palm at her belly.

“Yeah, m‘having your baby,” She giggles as he begins to trail the kisses down her jaw and neck - pressing her into the marble countertop.

“Should we name it Kiwi?” Harry rasps as he slides the tank top strap off her shoulder so his lips can meet the cap of her warm shoulder.

“We are not going to be that celebrity couple who names their baby something weird,” Y/N groans as he grounds his hips into hers with intent.

THE END

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kenmei · 3 years

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-ˏˋ FALLING IN LOVE (ALL OVER AGAIN)! ˊˎ-

♡ gn!reader x various

characters: suna rintarou, miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, tsukishima kei

cw: fluff fluff fluff, domestic fluff!!, comfort. timeskip!au

synopsis: big and bad until they’re with you<3

wc: 650+ (189, 138, 155, 200)

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only bc my brain is so fried i cant write a proper fic</3

suna rintarou

he knows you don’t really want to be here. even if it’s a party with everyone you’re familiar with, rin knows you’d much rather be at home.

it’s not like you’re uninterested or anything like that; you’re just way too tired—too drained to keep a conversation going, simply sitting at the end of the couch with a dazed look in your eyes.

suna knows he also should’ve just made you stay at home. even when you said you’d go anyway, because maybe seeing your friends would lift the fatigue sitting heavy on your shoulders, but he of all people should’ve known that you just don’t want to let anyone down by not showing up.

(he wishes you’d be a little more selfish).

he sinks into the spot next to you, attentive to your every move.

you smile. “hi.”

“let’s go home.” he says, eyes loosing their usual sharpness as he gazes at you.

you furrow your brows, eyes darting between him and the others scattered across the room. “now? we just got here.”

rin shrugs, he doesn’t care about these people. he cares about you.

“i’ll make somethin’ up.”

miya atsumu

he always reminds you how lovesick you make him. without fail, every morning, atsumu is waking you up by leaving kisses all over your face, telling you how much he adores you because he just really wants to drill it into your head.

“yer so cute with yer crusty eyes and drool on ya chin.” he teases, cooing at your tired complaints. “makes me happy that ya sleep so nice with me.”

“shut up, ‘tsumu,” you mumble, half asleep and cheeks heating up from embarrassment. you opt to turn around, but he has other plans.

arms circling around your waist, he pulls you into his chest, brushing the hair from your forehead away as his eyes become hearts.

he mutters something you don’t catch, so you crack one eye open. “hm?”

he kisses your nose, cheeks red. “nothin’.”

iwaizumi hajime

hajime’s eyes soften when he comes home to you curled up on the couch, mouth ajar as soft snores fill the room.

really, he wonders why you still do this even if when he’s told you so many times to not. he’d much rather see you asleep in a bed, rather than you obscurely curled up on the couch, waiting for him.

he sits on the floor, in front of you.

“why are you so stubborn?” he mumbles, eyes drooping with fatigue but still holding the tenderness his gaze harbours only for you.

hand caressing your cheek, you subconsciously lean into it and he quite literally feels his heart melt.

for a man with many edges, you really do soften him up. he’s uncharacteristically gentle when it comes to you, but you argue that he’s just a secret softie.

“haji?” you murmur, stirring awake.

“hey,” he whispers, thumb caressing your cheek, “let’s go to bed, baby.”

tsukishima kei

his lips brush over your forehead, arms keeping you pressed against him as he silently reminds you that you’ll always be his main priority, no matter how late he comes home or how early he leaves, he wants you to remember that his mind really is only filled with you.

“i love you.” he mumbles, hand pressing your head into the crook of his neck to hide the blush adorning his cheeks and nose.

“kei,” you whine, trying to wiggle out of his hold, “it’s hot, take the blanket off.”

he rolls his eyes, untangling his arms from you as he turns around, pulling the blanket to his chin, “brat.” he mutters.

he feels you wrap your arms around his middle, pressing yourself against his back. “i love you too, kei, even when you hog the blanket in the middle of the night.”

you tease him and he knows it’s because you’re not so good with words either, so he turns around (not without complaining, of course) and he rolls his eyes again, but you don’t miss the pinkish hues on the tips of his ears. and the way he averts his gaze.

“you’re annoying.”

you grin. “you love it.”

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ladywaifuuwrites · 3 years

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Pillars reacting to their crush who’s small but strong

Request: male pillars reacting to a really strong female pillar whos like super short like 4′10-5′ and they crush on them.

Pairings: Male pillars x fem! reader

Synopsis: Their crush is a strong smol pillar ^_^

Warnings: manga spoiler

a/n: I smiled at your request since I’m small too. Like I’m 5′0. And I’m kinda scared to do face to face classes since the boys at my school will tease me for not getting taller. Hmph. SO HERE YA GO. You’re the first request! Have a nice day whoever u are!

And I am so sorry this is so long! ASJDAOFHHASK. I got carried away in some of those storylines. I hope this makes sense (wrote this when I was hungry).

This would be a headcanon I assume.

I’m sorry if It’s taking me long to answer requests but don’t worry I’ll write those! I’ll probably upload rules for future requests :)

Giyuu Tomioka

yo this guy is tall not kidding

Giyuu is head over heels for you. He’ll want to protect you since you’re the most precious things he’s ever laid eyes on

Sparkles in his eyes whenever he sees you✨

He doesn’t want to lose you so he’s butting in on all of your missions. You get annoyed and you think he’s looking down on you.

You two get into a fight and doesn’t fix it since Giyuu’s communication is bad. It ends up in you walking away.

Nighttime and demons are lurking around in the forest as you take a stroll to clear your mind. Then a demon launches on you but thanks to your quick reflexes you dodge.

It’s a strong demon, close enough to become one of the lower moons. But nothing you can’t handle.

Giyuu senses a demon nearby and he frantically searches for you. *sim dads reaction when the mother goes into labor lmaooooo*

Lights fill up an area of the forest from the techniques you use. In like 2 strikes the demon dies.

He finally finds you as the demon’s ashes blow away. Your hair is dramatically blowing too.

He’s just staring at you then hugs you “I’m sorry. I’m not underestimating you…I just want to protect you.”

Then all good. He’s amazed by how strong you are despite you’re short stature. You’re going to missions together and sometimes he just watches you finish off the demon. Just happy to see that satisfied smile you have when you kill a demon.

Muichiro Tokito

When he first met you at the pillar meeting, he muttered his thoughts, wondering how could someone be that small? You’re in the same age but you’re small.

Shinobu heard him since she was beside him and said “that’s rude to ask someone”. She’s lowkey offended.

Tengen retorts to Muichiro. “You’re small too…??”

Since it’s rude, he kept his mouth shut. You’re the same age as him when you entered the corps. He thinks you’ll grow up anyway.

Surprise surprise you grew up, 2 inches. But still small.

He gets nervous a bit around you since puberty did you good. Won’t admit it though.

Cue swordsmith village arc

He’s having trouble dealing with Gyokko. (I hate his face. It’s weird and ugly.)

Then minutes later, you show up out of nowhere, giving great damage to the demon.

“Are you okay?” you ask him with concern and you two fight off the fish demon.

He’s in awe because you actually took over the fight. Sure you have injuries but those are minor compared to his and you were very careful.

He’s injured so he couldn’t do much but you saved him and the civilians by defeating the demon. That’s when he realized how amazing you are and you earn his respect.

Days pass by and you two along with the other demon slayers are commended by Oyakata-sama.

He thanks you when the both of you are walking together. He’s very grateful for what you did and you two become closer afterwards.

“Ah young love.” Mitsuri sighs blissfully as she watches you two leave the headquarters.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro knows you’re small and he knows you’re strong. You’re one of his trainees along with Mitsuri, so you’ve known each other for a long time now.

You rose to the ranks of the pillars with Kyojuro’s guidance. And now you’re looked up to by the whole organization because of your excellent swordsmanship despite your small figure.

So you’re tasked to train 20 slayers ranked below Tsuchinoto. You take them to a clearing in the forest where training equipment are already placed. You train them by remembering what Kyojuro has taught you over the years. And you smile, seeing your past self in the struggling slayers.

You gave them a 10 minute break and after 10 minutes, you do a headcount to see if everyone is in your proximity.

“18,19…?????”

Oh no. A slayer is missing.

So you set off to find the missing one and there you found him.

Hanging upside down from the arms of a large demon. The boy is muttering apologies for straying faraway and is begging for you to save him upon seeing you.

You are annoyed at the fact that he has disobeyed your orders and is now at the hands of danger. But this was no time to be blaming someone for a boy’s life is at stake here.

You jump into the air and you take down the demon pretty easily with one strike of your sword. And you catch the falling boy bridal style with your annoyed face.

You put the boy down but suddenly a demon comes attacking you both. You kill it but more of it comes at you. They are easy to take down but it keeps coming, making you tired if you have to do this all night. It just won’t stop multiplying.

You think you’ve killed almost all of it but then the slayer screams “(L/N)-SAN!!!!!”. A monstrous looking demon bares its claws at you, but before you could react a flash of flames appears right in front of your eyes.

“Kyojuro…” You whisper in relief as he slays the final demon. The bright flames sparkle in your eyes as you’re once again amazed at the man.

Kyojuro looks at you and comes over. “You’re so amazing.” You manage to say.

He smiles and says. “No. You’re the amazing one.”. You always manage to face whatever challenge and it always ends up in you winning. Kyojuro knows how hard you proved others wrong by becoming a strong pillar.

Super proud of you cause you’re strong. He actually watched you battle those before jumping in to save you.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He doesn’t really care if you’re short or tall

The important things is that you’re useful to the organization

When someone teases you about your height, you end up feeling down and he’s there to beat that someone’s ass.

He doesn’t like to admit it but he’s a softie when it comes to you. You eventually break down his walls and now you can say you’re friends with the scary wind pillar.

You always tease him though and he’s always annoyed. But everyone thinks you’re both dumb since it’s very clear that you two like each other but you still deny it.

There’s this time where Sanemi is visibly struggling fighting demons as you watch him peacefully on a rooftop. He’s glaring at you and asks you “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”.

You just smile at him sweetly😊

Sanemi pretends his heart didn’t do a flip. But his heart stopped when he saw a demon behind you on the rooftop.

He was about to call your name when another blink and the demon’s head was cut off.

He was surprised since it all happened so fast. You go down to the ground, landing safely as you battle demons that the frozen Sanemi left.

It just took you 10 seconds to eliminate those demons and Sanemi’s mouth is left agape as he watched you.

You weren’t normally like this. So why the sudden surge of power?

“Sanemi hun. Close your mouth.” You say to him with a blank face, but before you could go past him, he gripped your wrist tightly and placed your small body in front of him.

He dragged you so easily lol.

He hugged you with your faced buried on his chest.

It was the comforting kind of silence. Sanemi was scared losing you to that demon but deep inside he knows that you’re strong.

Won’t admit that your moves are amazing.

Gyomei Himejima

This man is the strongest in the demon slayer corps and the tallest

Lmaoooo you would be like a mushroom beside him💀🍄

Gyomei actually gets out of tricky situations easily because he’s that strong

You’re a fairly new pillar who earned her spot 3 months ago. You two were assigned on a mission together. A gigantic demon appeared throughout the village that was between the regions you and the stone pillar were assigned in.

Gyomei knows your capabilities so he trusts you in doing a good job, but he can’t help but worry about you.

He doesn’t care if you’re small, he thinks that height isn’t the basis for an excellent demon slayer. But he’s still worried, so he looks for you. I don’t know how he looks but he looks.

Then he sees you fighting off demons very easily. A determined look is seen across your face. Gyomei feels he’s tearing up because he’s so proud of you. Proud boyfriend here somethin.

You were just a weak mizunoto years ago and now you’re a strong pillar who can fight with him side by side.

When you finish off the demons, you look to see Gyomei smiling at you. This were the fruits of the harsh trainings you went through, it made an excellent swordswoman.

Among the pillars, you stand beside Gyomei in rankings. So you’re powerful like wow. O_O

Obanai Iguro

He’s small but have you seen him fight? He’s a demon slayer with remarkable speed and you won’t know he’s attacking you because his moves slithers secretly like a snake.

You’ve always admired Obanai even you’re now both pillars. And that admiration bloomed into something more.

He’s a strong pillar despite his small stature and that’s what you aim for to be like.

You’re trying to show off your moves to him every time you’re in battle together, to show him what you can do. To which he’s just “meh”.

So you give up on trying to show off and just do it for the sake of the people you’re saving.

You really gave up on showing off, but you can’t help it cause your breathing forms are flashy. Obanai doesn’t show it but he loves that display of power you have when you’re fighting.

Poor man doesn’t realize he’s in love with you even though others point it out.

He’s having trouble dividing his attention on protecting the civilians or fighting the demons. Luckily you were near the area so you came to his aid.

You slay the demons with your sharp and precise movements in just a short amount of time.

He’s like 😲 but when you turn he’s back to 😐😷

He’s one of the guys who won’t admit that you’re amazing and won’t admit that he likes you. You force him to confess though.

Tengen Uzui

If Obanai doesn’t admit he likes you, this guy would shout that he likes you

Would openly flirt with you because why not? There’s nothing to be shy about.

Always takes the chance to compliment and flirt with you.

“You’re cute (y/n)” “Thanks” Tengen finds your height cute because the height difference is HUGE.

Another mushroom like moment💀🍄

He knows you’re strong so he likes to train with you. Always ends up letting you win because he just likes it when he’s pinned down by your smaller figure.

When a demon invasion came in your area,, you fight them off while Tengen is called for backup.

He slays the lesser demons easily and found you fighting a stronger demon while protecting some children behind your back.

He smirks and leans against a tree, arms folded while watching you fight off the demon.

You did it so easily making Tengen’s eyebrows rise.

Then you see him and ask him “what are you doing?”.

“watching you.” He finds you hot and sexy when you have that focused look in the middle of a battle. He won’t say it out loud because you might smack him in the face.

Super amazed at the fact that you’re stronger than the other pillars despite your small figure.(he thinks you’re stronger than him but dismisses that because pshhhhhh).

Will throw you over his shoulder at random times. Thinking that his antics will make you fall in love with him.

And it did…

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