#i just know that when i get up after passing out tomorrow i'll be unable to talk like this until The Next Tragic Event

[thatfreshi]

Hi! Can I request a story about Tav having trouble fighting cause Astarion just fed on her and so he gets worried and protective ofc. Maybe they were ambushed at camp or something? Thank you so much for your work! I really like how you write Astarion

Tw - animal attack, lots of gore, themes of death

Recommended Song: Seek and Destroy - SZA

Against better judgment, you let Astarion feed on you almost every night. It's just one of those things, a sacrifice you make, an act of love. After decades of disrespect, scavenging for next to nothing, you thought it'd be nice for him to have something better than animals. While he always insists it isn't necessary, he never passes you up on the offer. A ritual before bed every night, like a lover's embrace, you've come to adore the feeling of his teeth.

This evening in particular, he took quite a bit. You don't mind, considering you go to bed almost right after. Light-headed, woozy, you're wrapped up in his arms.

"Thank you darling."

His embrace almost feels warm when you're this drained. You almost drift off, but he keeps you awake.

"Tav, you need to eat something first."

You groan, absolutely exhausted, trying to keep him in the bedroll.

"Nooo, I'll just do it tomorrow."

He smiles, moving your hair out of your eyes.

"That's not how it works my sweet. Now, let me get up so I can-"

Goblin war drums. The sound of the percussive rhythms bouncing off all the trees, they're not far off, and Astarion knows they're on the way. Karlach starts making her way to every tent, telling your companions to get their asses in gear.

"Tav, Astarion, let's go!"

"Shit."

Astarion whispers to himself. You're still not fully there, in and out of sleep.

"What's going on?"

Double vision, you see two of your vampire lover get up and start rummaging around for his daggers.

"Just- just stay here Tav. It's alright."

You try to rub at your eyes, desperately wanting to figure out what's going on. Before you can ask again, he's gone, and you hear more war drums outside. You quickly realize it's goblins. They must've found where you've been hiding, but your head is still spinning. Trying to get up and grab your blade, you almost fall back to the ground. Steadying yourself for a moment, you try your best to listen to what's going on outside. It sounds deadly, metal, screams. You hear Shadowheart casting left and right.

When you manage to stumble out of the tent, you're tackled by one of their dogs, or whatever wretched things they are. A scream rips out of your throat, trying to hold the thing off. It bites rabidly at your arm, leaving numerous gashes, until it's thrown off of you and stabbed to death, relentlessly.

"Gods damnit, I told you to stay in the tent Tav!"

You're too worried about your arm throbbing in pain to care about the validity of his argument. He's angry, and perhaps both of you aren't entirely certain why. It's your dominant arm, you can barely move it. Astarion goes to wrap your arm, but is quickly overpowered by the numbers again. They must've sent a large party after the lot of you. Halsin and Shadowheart are running out of magic, already drained. It's bad, but it'll end soon. With a couple more fights and a thunderwave from Gale, the rest of the goblins scurry off, knowing they're fighting a losing battle. Astarion doesn't even stop to loot their corpses, running to your side.

"You're a fucking idiot Tav, you know that?"

Gods, he could sound so mean when he wanted to. You know he says those things out of fear, but they still hurt. Despite how angry he is, he starts ripping pieces of cloth from his shirt, wrapping your arm, which is bleeding far too fast. Shadowheart and Halsin come over to supervise, both out of arcana until they get some rest.

"Yes, the two of you standing over my shoulder is quite helpful. Might as well cheer me on while you're at it!"

His movements are ragged, furious, only making your arm hurt more than it does. He's lost though, somewhere in his head, unable to hear the cries of pain as he's wrapping your arm. You're even more lost than before, your blood leaving rapidly.

"Aster, I-"

"Hush."

He then realizes you were going to tell him you were about to pass out, because you almost immediately fall over.

"Damnit!"

He holds you in his arms, your limb still not fully wrapped.

"If the two of you want to be helpful, get me some actual bandages instead of gawking at me!"

Sure, Astarion hates doing things that require hard work, but he knows how. How many times did he have to do something like this to himself, when no one was there to help wrap his wounds? Shadowheart quickly returns with all of the bandage wraps she has.

"We have to clean it or it'll get infected."

"Well, Shadowheart, I don't know how you think you're going to clean it if Tav bleeds to death."

The two healers decide it's best if he handles this himself. While he obsessively wraps your arm, the rest of the camp watches on, knowing he's too possessive to let them help. He doesn't trust them like he trusts you.

And I trusted you to stay put.

There's no way to give you more blood, not in a way that would work for you. For a moment, he simply thinks that he'll feed you some of his blood, and then he remembers. All he can do is hope you retained enough, that he didn't preemptively kill you by feeding on you tonight. Your pulse is still going, but it's slow, and you're paler than usual.

Astarion begins to think to himself, asking why he ever fell in love, why he ever let himself think twice about you. It's easy to play the game when you have nothing to lose. Second thoughts, always, he's always thinking for two people now. It's been his survival, for as long as he can remember, and now you're lodged in his brain.

"Damn you Tav, I can't do this. I can't lose you like this."

He begins to sob as he holds you, still unconscious. This beckons Gale to come over, often a voice of reason for the vampire.

"You've done all you can. Perhaps we should get Tav back inside? Away from the elements?"

Astarion is too distraught to argue, helping Gale carry you back into the tent.

"The second Shadowheart is awake, she'll be back to check on Tav."

"Yeah, if they don't die from blood loss in the middle of the night."

Gale simply sighs, knowing there's no point in fighting with him. He leaves your pale lover to wallow in his misery. Hours pass, you're still clinging on, and Astarion watches over you, panicking every time he can't see your chest rise and fall, constantly checking your pulse. You're cold, your heartbeat dangerously slow, and he keeps wracking his brain about what else he could possibly do. But there's nothing, only fate, only the gods. He sadly chuckles to himself at the thought of even trying to pray, knowing there's no higher power out there, at least one that cares about him.

"W... what are you... laughing at?"

You ask weakly, oblivious to the horrific stress he's been through. Astarion whips around quickly, wondering if perhaps he's imagining your voice. When he sees your eyes fluttering, lost somewhere between dreams and reality, he rushes to your side.

"Oh gods Tav... you- you really scared me there."

He tries to hold back tears, failing miserably. You try to speak again, but groan in pain as the feeling in your arm starts to come back.

"I know, I know it hurts. It's okay my darling, you'll be alright."

He begins fully sobbing, and you have no idea why, without being awake enough to comprehend the situation. Astarion always tries to be strong when you're weak, but watching you teeter on the line between life and death, it was simply too much to bear.

"You can't pull that shit, ever again my love, I'm so serious. I know I'm normally quite serious, but ever more so right now."

Then, a joyful, tiny laugh. Happiness. Happy that you're alive. The memories of the fight slowly start coming back, the beast that ripped up your arm, Astarion yelling.

"Aster...?"

"Yes my dear?"

You start to tear up a little, still a tad delirious.

"I'm sorry."

And then remembers as well, the things he said, the tone he spoke to you in.

"No, no my love I'm sorry. You weren't yourself, I was being entirely unreasonable. I just..."

He almost can't finish his sentence.

"I'm just happy you're okay. That's enough for me."

Your lover slowly and carefully lays down beside you, pulling you into him, being sure not to let your wounded arm drag on the ground. He holds you for a long time, until Shadowheart wakes at dawn, fully rested and ready to fix your wounds. Astarion vows silently that he'll never let it come that close, ever again.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #angst #comfort

[emelinstriker]

Wukong ♡ Part Of The Family

I'm not dead whoop- Just lost motivation and also didn't really have time. I don't know if I'm now fully back, but here have this one-shot... And a Mink (Ink MK) X Reader is in the making as I'm publishing this one-shot. c:

And Wukong's got a thing for MK's mom in this one...

ⓘ Reader is USING SHE/HER PRONOUNS

 ♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

"Alright, I'll be heading home now."

"Make sure not to forget your backpack this time."

"Oh c'mon, I told you I was in a hurry yesterday, Pigsy! Anyway, see you tomorrow."

And with that, you put on your backpack and made your way over to the front door of the noodle shop. You were casually walking outside, humming a tune that's been stuck in your head the entire day... Until you noticed a little boy standing there, nude and covered in dirt, just staring at the noodle shop's bright light in awe. Confused and concerned, you glanced around the area in search for any possible parent looking for their runaway child. But there was no one even walking around the street. It was almost closing time for many people, after all.

When the boy still didn't move, you decided to take action. Slowly approaching the boy, you kneeled down to be more at his height. "Hey there, sweetie. How did you end up here like this? Are you lost? What's your name?" He looked at you, then back at the shop. Yet, he did not talk. Scratching your head in thought, you decided to approach the situation differently. "So, uh... Are you hungry? I'm sure I can let Pigsy take a bit off my paycheck for some noodles. I don't think he would turn down cooking for a kid in need."

Again, he just looked at you, then back at the shop. You sighed. This would be a fun problem to solve past closing hours. Extending your hand out towards the boy, you stood up. "C'mon, sweetie. Let me at least get you inside. I'd rather have you sit inside in the warmth than standing outside in the cold and dark once the sun is gone. I'm sure we can help find your parents."

This time, the boy looked at you, then at your hand. He hesitantly placed his tiny, kinda dirtied hand in yours and you began to slowly lead him inside the noodle shop's light.

Your boss was kind and helped you clean him up and gave him spare clothes, which looked a bit too big on the boy, then cooked up a meal for him. Sadly, you were unable to figure out what happened to him or where his parents were. You even looked outside the shop in the dark occasionally, trying to hear or see anyone who was looking for their child. But nothing came of it. Eventually, you found out the child's name and... It was really long. And since neither you or Pigsy could be bothered with saying it, you decided to nickname him MK. Your choice of the nickname was actually inspired by the legendary Monkey King, how he also had a really long name that got shortened for convenience as well.

A couple of days passed and there still was no parent looking for their child, nor was there any missing person report regarding a young boy with his descriptions...

You were basically taking care of MK during day and night, taking him home with you. At one point you suggested placing him in an orphanage, but MK only started to sob and cry, hugging your leg, not wanting to leave you. And being unable to say no, you accepted your fate. Hell, you even went the extra mile and became his legally adoptive parent with the paperwork you filled out, with Pigsy as uncle-figure of course.

As time went on, so did the years of development for your son. He moved out of your house and moved into the apartment Pigsy owned right above his shop, making him have a much easier time going to work. Meanwhile, you decided to travel through other towns all around the country, sending many little souvenir gifts and postcards over to Megapolis for MK to see, as well as keeping in touch with him through texts. And just a few years later, you heard news about various demons attacking your Megapolis, and how a boy called the Monkie Kid saved the city multiple times. Concerned, you started to travel back to the city, trying to get back as soon as you could to make sure your son and your former boss were alright.

To be honest, you arrived at a probably horrible time.

Looking at the city's skyline in the distance, you had to rub you eyes in confusion. Were you seeing this right? The city was partially covered in what seemed like giant ice shards... Did climate change really hit this area this bad the past years? It wasn't like it covered everything, but there certainly seemed to be a lot of icy remains. Shaking your head to regain focus, you proceeded with your self-proclaimed mission of checking on your son and your former boss. Cautiously making your way through Megapolis... the city seemed rather ruined. People were seemingly trying to get rid of any remaining ice as well as just generally trying to recover from whatever occurred. You were more confused if anything. What happened? Was this the aftermath of an attack of a demon you heard and read about in the news?

You then found your way back to Pigsy's Noodles. The noodle shop didn't seem to have changed at all. Upon entering, you immediately recognized some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. But the three you were most happy about to see were MK, Tang and Pigsy. You grinned, staying quiet as you leaned against the wall next to the entrance.

"MK! Order up!" Pigsy yelled out with a smile... It was certainly strange to see him smiling, but you weren't going to complain. Nice to know he was happier than when you left.

"On it, boss!" MK exclaimed as he swiftly grabbed the ordered bag. Though, as he turned to leave, his eyes spotted you... He froze, almost tripping over himself as he nearly let the noodle order fall in absolute shock. The boy simply looked at you with wide eyes... Before he started to tear up and seemingly hugged you at lightspeed. "MOM! YOU'RE BACK! I MISSED YOU! IT'S BEEN SO LONG!"

You chuckled as you tightly hugged him back, slightly tearing up yourself. "I'm home, sweetie..."

Of course, due to MK still having to go on his delivery route, he didn't have time to catch up with you just yet. However, you asked if you could join him on his delivery to catch up while he drove around. And of course, he happily agreed. Though, it was interesting to see where he went for those deliveries... The way he so casually delivered those noodles to so many demons with you... However, he was inhumanly fast at it. You were actually intrigued... What happened to your son while you were gone? Why was he suddenly so fast? Sure, he was a pretty hyperactive kid at least since you and Tang told him about the legend of the Monkey King, but this speed was new to you.

However, it wasn't until the last delivery where you were really questioning things. He had to deliver to Sun Wukong, the legendary Monkey King. At first you were under the assumption that he was supposed to place the delivery as an offering at his temple... You did not expect your precious baby boy to crash into a rock solid wall, apparently revealing the Monkey King's home on the other side, and creating a hole in the wall from excitement... Yeah, you definitely were missing out on major context here for sure. And if that wasn't enough, the legendary Monkey King himself was actually standing behind said wall and casually greeted your son as if it were just another day... Was this real? Didn't Sun Wukong supposedly vanish since he sealed the Demon Bull King? Was this a fake? You were actually internally freaking out at the sight of the legend himself from the stories. Though, you tried to keep calm and not squeal like a fangirl. He looked too real to be a human in a costume...

"Hey, bud!" Monkey King greeted MK before noticing you. He blinked at you in confusion. "Oh- Who's your friend?"

But before you could introduce yourself, MK hugged you excitedly from the side. "Monkey King, this is my mom! Mom, meet Monkey King!"

You awkwardly wave with a nervous, not sure if you were even allowed to be here. "Uh... h-hey."

"My mom and Mr.Tang are the reason I became a fan of your stories in the first place! She's a huge fan of you too!" MK said excitedly, which made you blush in embarrassment as you pursed your lips, mentally wanting to shut your son up from talking about you and your interests.

Monkey King couldn't help but snort at the dynamic you and your son have. He didn't even need his powers to notice the clear embarrassment and awkwardness you felt at your son's words. "Well, I'm glad to be able to meet the mother of my successor." The ginger-furred simian held out his hand for you to shake. You smiled awkwardly and hesitantly shook his hand, internally screaming that you were literally shaking hands with the Sun Wukong...

But then his words hit you and you looked at him and MK in confusion. "Wait a minute... Successor? Of the Monkey King?" You gave MK a slight glare. "He didn't tell me anything about that..." Your son laughed sheepishly, to which the Monkey King grinned smugly at him.

"Whaaat? You didn't tell your mom about how you can wield my staff and powers? And how you did a bunch of hero stuff?" Monkey King teased the poor boy. MK really just wanted to disappear right about now in fear of your silent rage.

"MK, I'm not mad that you didn't tell me... Well, I kind of am. But I'm mainly just worried about you and your safety, sweetie." You stated as you kissed MK's forehead. The way you handled MK seemed to very slightly stir something deep inside the Monkey King... He didn't know what it was, but it made him feel a little funny. It was a rather pleasant feeling... Just the way you talked with MK and treated the boy who was somewhat of a son to him.. Wait.

Actually- Nevermind, he realized something.

MK whined a bit, "Mooom, but I'm grown up already! I can handle some bad guys, even the big ones!"

"And I'm supposed to believe it how? Sure I've seen you running extremely quickly, but I haven't seen you use any actual powers- Besides you breaking the wall-" You paused. Then you turned towards the Monkey King and bowed a little. "I'm terribly sorry that my son broke your wall! How much would it cost to fix it? I-I'm sure I can cover the cost somehow-"

"Psh, it's fine, don't worry about it, Miss (Y/N). No need to pay for it. We tend to destroy walls surprisingly often during training. I can just easily fix it later myself if necessary", Monkey King cut you off. He then got an idea of how to prove it all. He placed his hands on his hips and grinned. "Well, speaking of training... How about your son and I show you what he can do already? We haven't been training in a while anyway, so it could be a nice refresher after everything that happened with the Lady Bone Deeeuuuuhhhh... Forget that part, actually."

You give both a confused and somewhat suspicious look. Now it was Monkey King's turn to laugh nervously. "Aahahaaaanyway- Let's show her what you've learned so far, bud!" He then grabbed you and MK and lead you outside to the cliffside of his home, where him and MK would usually chill and train at. And to give credit where credit is due, it did seem like MK learned quite a bit from his mentor. He even performed some of Monkey King's 72 transformations to show off his skills. Of course you were proud and happy for your son, but you were still a little worried about him having to face actual threats as the legend's successor.

That's when Monkey King started to act... strange, as MK would put it. He wanted to spar with the young boy, which was fine... But unlike their usual sparring sessions, this time his mentor was shirtless. MK immediately knew something was up because he has never seen him spar shirtless since there was no need. Monkey King never even break a single sweat during training. Nor did he ever overheat...

Meanwhile, you couldn't help but eye the ginger-furred monkey's physique. Despite being on the rather lean side, he did have refined muscles on him which were clearly visible due to the bright sunlight. Monkey King noticed your staring and only seemed to move more in a calculated way as he dodges MK's attacks. It was if he was showing off his body more, which made you faintly blush while he grinned... You thought he was grinning because of how easily he dodged MK's attacks with his staff.

However, Monkey King seemed so distracted and was holding back by showing off his body that he did not manage to block one attack from MK. The attack knocked the monkey to the ground due to him losing his balance in surprise. MK laughs victoriously at his mentor's defeat since the task was to land a hit. "Ha! I did it!"

Monkey King blushed a bit in embarrassment as he watched you hold back your laughter. He sheepishly smiled at his successor before using his tail to help himself off the ground. "Yeah, you sure did bud. Congrats."

Suddenly, your phone rang, capturing the attention of both of them. Looking at your phone, you noticed it was Pigsy calling. You sighed as you turned towards the other two. "I'll be right back, I got a call." You said before going a bit further away from them so you could be able to peacefully listen to what Pigsy wanted to talk to you about.

Meanwhile, MK just had to make sure of something. He raised an eyebrow at his mentor, grinning smugly. "Soooo... My mom...~?"

Monkey King blushed as he looked away, laughing nervously as he scratched his cheek. "Ahahaha! W-What are you talking about, kid? W-What about you mom ahaha-"

"You like her, don't you?" MK asks smugly. "You never take any clothes off during our sparring sessions, not even the smallest piece. Even when someone else is around... You even held back on your dodges to flex! This is the first time I see you trying to impress someone!"

If the ginger-furred simian had been drinking something, he would've either spat it out or choked on it as he tried to nervously laugh it off. "O-Of course not! Wha- W-What makes you say that? That doesn't prove anything! I just... felt like sparring like this today, okay? There's a first time for everything after all!" He tried to justify his actions. MK on the other hand just hummed, still grinning smugly. For anyone else trying to hook up with his mom, he would feel disgusted by it. However, the idea of the Sun Wukong, his mentor, legally becoming his father would be amazing. So, what else is there to do than for him to tease his probably and hopefully future dad? "...I don't like how you're looking at me right now." Wukong commented as MK simply continued to grin at him.

"Just admit it."

"...Admit what, bud?"

"That you like my mom."

"Oh- Ahahaha- Psh, I don't like her. I-I mean I like her, you know? She's nice, she's caring... But, I don't like-like her, y-you know? I-I, uh, just-" The ginger simian stammered nervously.

"Mhm. Sure..." MK's grin didn't fade.

After some awkward staring, Monkey King sighed in defeat. "...Okay fine, maybe... Just maybe I do like her just a tiny smidge more than I should for just meeting her today..."

MK chuckles as he leans against his staff. "So like, do you want me to play matchmaker and set you two up? I could get Mei and Sandy involved too in helping you get her to like you back."

The ginger-furred simian blinks at him in both surprise, confusion and embarrassment. He thought his successor would either just drop the topic or continue teasing him behind your back. Maybe he somewhat expected him to even resent him in a way for liking his mother... He just didn't expect him to willingly want to be a supportive matchmaker.

Monkey King nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Um... How about without them- I just... don't want this to be a big thing since I just met her...?" That came out as more of a question than a statement. The young Monkie Kid happily looked at his mentor, seeing his answer as a clear-cut confirmation of the Great Sage Equal To Heaven asking him for help.

It didn't take long for a plan to be formed.

From then on, just to have both of you to get to know each other better, MK asked you continuously to come with him to Flower Fruit Mountain everytime him and Monkey King were training... And your son was an annoyingly persistent bean, so you usually were dragged away and over to the Monkey King's lair. Then, after every training session, his mentor would talk to you.

It started off simple, actually. You would usually ask about MK's progress as well as about what kind of trouble he's already gotten himself into while you were gone. Apparently the day you returned, MK and his friends had just defeated some ancient bone demon spirit and Megapolis was still recovering.

But then your topics became a lot more personal with each new conversation. While your conversations once were just about things regarding your son being the successor of the Monkey King, over the course of the next weeks, Monkey King would talk to you more about personal preferences. Soon, most of your conversations became rather personal between you two. And oddly enough, MK never once bothered you two. Which made you a little suspicious because MK would usually pester you about what you were talking about with someone else.

You actually became quite good friends with your son's mentor. And after some more time, Sun Wukong, the legendary Monkey King, the Great Sage Equal To Heaven, asked you out for dinner on Flower Fruit Mountain. You, a mere mortal human, of course were stunned. But also excited to basically go on a date with Sun Wukong himself. Though, it didn't take long for you to figure out that MK was helping out his mentor in hooking you up with him... Just the fact that he was not so secretly asking Wukong about his type right in front of you, to which the Monkey King was responding in a way that was describing you, was evidence enough. It was cute and amusing to see the legendary Monkey King so awkward and flustered that he needed the help of his successor though.

But, your first date was great. You could've sworn MK and Wukong's monkeys were helping him behind the scenes, but they never directly interfered or showed up. Either way, your second date was definitely something Wukong himself set up without MK's or the other monkey's influence, which you appreciated a lot.

However, your monkey boyfriend became a lot more bold in your relationship over time. He turned from awkward and nervous to the horny equivalent of his lip bite meme pictures... Beware of his bad pick-up lines and other advances, because those were the only things that really made MK regret helping him...

"Hey there, beautiful. Are you a peach? Because I want to get a taste of you-"

"Oh my god, Wukong."

"Whaaaat? I just love and a-peach-iate you, babe-"

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#lmk x reader #sun wukong x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #lego monkie kid #monkey king x reader #lmk sun wukong #wukong x reader #i need sleep gn8 #will add to masterlist tmrw #lmk mk #fluff

[7ndipity]

Study Date

Jin x Reader

Summary: What happens when your best friend sets you up on a study date with your campus crush?

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I love the idea of college au Jin, I wanna write more for him!😊

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Requests are open

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You were going to kill Jungkook for this.

It'd been his idea to suggest a group study session, only for it to turn out to be just you, him and Jin, and then to bail out after only a half hour.

You knew he'd done it intentionally, as one of your best friends he was more than well aware of the crush you harbored for the upperclassmen, and had decided you needed a push to spend more time together, rather than just gawk at him from the sidelines.

"I'm bored." Jin groaned, slumping down in his chair, trying to get your attention

"C'mon, y/n, please?"

"I thought you assignments to study for?" You asked, still not looking up at him.

"I finished already."

"Then why didn't you leave with Jungkook?" You asked.

"Because he was going to the gym, and I'd much rather stay here with you than go sweat with him."

"Wow, that was almost a complement." You mused.

"You're almost welcome." He chuckled.

He let you work in peace for a while, but after a bit, it seemed like the more you tried to focus, the less info you seemed to take in.

"You've been staring at that same page for almost ten minutes." He observed in a low voice.

"I have not!" You argued. "How do you know?"

"Because I've been staring at you for over ten minutes." He said simply, ignoring the way your eyes widened at the admission. "You need a break, how does coffee sound?"

"Like heaven." You admitted, trying to stifle a yawn that would only further prove his point. With approaching midterms, you had been basically running on the stuff.

"There's a coffee shop not far from here that's good, let's go." He suggested.

You packed your things away and followed him out, getting slightly flustered when he offered to carry your bag for you.

"So what's your major? I realized I never asked." He asked as you walked along, dodging puddles left over from the morning rain.

"Litterature, what about you?"

"Film theory." He answered.

You found it surprisingly easy to talk with him, quickly finding similar interests that you had in common and sharing stories about your other friends. Although you ran in the same circle of friends, you'd never actually never really had any one on one conversations like this until now.

Before either of you realized, it had grown dark outside the cafe and you had to leave, knowing your roommates would worry if you were out too late.

"This was fun." He said as he walked you home.

"Yeah, although, we didn't actually get much studying done." You said.

"You wanna meet up again tomorrow?" He asked. "I promise I'll let you study this time."

"Really?" You looked up at him.

"Yeah, I-I liked getting to spend time with you." He said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Okay. I'd like that." You agreed, earning a bright smile from him.

"Good, me too."

Taking a sudden burst of courage, you leaned up on your tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "Thank you for the coffee." You said before retreating.

"I-um- yeah, no problem." He stuttered, ears suddenly turning bright red.

"See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, yeah see you tomorrow." He agreed starting turn and walk away.

"Jin!"

"What?" He said, spinning back around immediately.

"My bag." You pointed to where it still hung on his shoulder.

"Right! Sorry, here." He quickly passed it to you before nodding to you again. "See you tomorrow."

You watched him leave, unable to hide your growing smile.

Maybe you wouldn't kill Jungkook for this after all.

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[hrrorflm]

The last time.

Pairing: Checo Perez x reader.

Warnings: Angst, breakup, Checo being an asshole. Not proofread. English isn't my first language.

Monday afternoon after a weekend of racing and all you could do was wait anxiously for Checo's arrival at the apartment you shared together.

The last two months of your relationship had been a little strange, Checo was distant, from the way he refused to kiss you when you asked him, to the conversations that seemed nothing more than a conversation between two strangers who had just met. A part of you attributed it mainly to the poor track performance and the little support his team seemed to show him because of that. His indifference towards you was so big that more than one occasion you reminded him how important he was to you. Still, things didn't seem to change but immediately all the bad thoughts went away when you thought again about how difficult the environment at work was and the comments he made, attributing his notable distant treatment to simple professional sadness.

Almost without realizing it, the night sky covered the city. Checo should have arrived 4 hours ago, however, there was no sign of him in your home. Fearing that something bad had happened, you took your cell phone in your hands to call him. At the last minute and without wanting to overwhelm him further, you chose to check his Instagram profile. Surprisingly it had a story, clicking on the small circle, the photo opened in front of you: Checo with a couple of friends, drinking a little. A feeling of calm came to your chest knowing that he was fine, yet a strange sensation continued to bother you. Opening the photo again, this time to look at it more closely, you noticed a feminine hand resting subtly on his knee. Due to the light in the place it could barely be seen clearly, but it was there. You bit your lip like every time you felt anxiety invading your body, until the sensation of physical pain was greater than that sensation of anxiety. You threw your cell phone to the side on the couch, opting to go to bed to rest properly. Tomorrow you could talk about the photo with Checo.

After doing your little routine before going to bed, you finally went to bed, ready to close your eyes to rest. And even though you tried, the truth was that you couldn't sleep at all. That photo kept spinning around in your head. And Checo not showing up only made it worse. The hours passed and you were unable to close your eyes for more than 5 minutes. When the first rays of sunlight began to brighten the day outside your room, leaving behind the dark tones of the night, your eyes felt exhausted enough to allow you to get a couple of hours of sleep.

9 in the morning and you were already up, still in your pajamas, preparing breakfast when the sound of the front door opening reached your ears. A smile of joy appeared on your lips almost instantly and you hurried out of the kitchen to greet your boyfriend, but as soon as you took a few steps to get closer to him you could tell that he was not in the best mood, despite that photo where he seemed to be enjoying the night. Sighing, you managed to murmur an "I'm glad you're back, love, I've missed you."

Checo stopped on his way to the room and cast a quick glance in your direction, only to resume his pace, leaving you confused, wouldn't he have heard you? Of course he heard you, otherwise he wouldn't have looked in your direction. Maybe he wanted to change into something more comfortable before going downstairs. You decided to ignore that and returned to the kitchen, ready to serve breakfast on two plates so you could share it with Checo.

Leaving the small plates on the table, you walked to the stairs. "Breakfast is ready, love, will you come down?" Checo's voice was immediate, "No, I'm not hungry, I'll sleep a little." You sighed sadly and even a little helplessly, was it so difficult to go down to have breakfast with you? Couldn't I even join you for breakfast? You could feel tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You shook your head slightly, returning to the breakfast table. But once you sat down and had the plate in front of you, the hunger seemed to have disappeared. Contemplating the food in front of you you could feel the pain in your stomach growing, your palms sweating and your heart pounding. You were prey to anxiety. You knew it perfectly. That's how it had been since you noticed Checo's change in attitude. You shook your head more than frustrated and decided to go back to the room, maybe lying next to Sergio would help you feel better.

You entered the room, watching him rest peacefully on the bed. You smiled to yourself, watching sweetly as he slept, so peaceful, oblivious to everything. Getting rid of your sandals you lay down next to him, waking him up with the gentle movements. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter," Sergio murmured, without opening his eyes.

You moved close enough to lay your head on his chest, longing for the feeling of warmth that Checo gave off naturally and wanting to inhale the aroma of his perfume that you loved so much. Although your wishes were quickly thwarted when Checo shifted, turning in his spot to turn his back to you. Your look of surprise was obvious, even more so was the moan you let out at that.

Not being able to take it anymore, you finally gathered enough courage to face him and sitting on the bed, you asked, “Is something wrong? ".

Checo seemed not to understand the question and muttered "what are you talking about?"

"You haven't treated me like you always do for two months, Checo. You treat me differently, you're distant from me, you don't talk to me or look at me. You don't even kiss me anymore! I can't touch you because, like now, you push me away." At some point, your voice had raised, revealing your frustration and disappointment with the situation.

Irritated and somewhat annoyed, Checo turned back on the bed so he could see you. "Nothing, nothing happens."

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Almost like a spring you got out of bed, rushing towards the bathroom as your cheeks turned red and tears flooded your eyes. You grabbed the knob and before disappearing out the door, you wanted to know. "Do you still like me?"

The answer didn't come immediately and with every second that passed your heart accelerated faster and faster, seeming like it would explode at any moment. All you could hear was Checo's slow breathing and your attempts to stop your tears.

"Why you ask?". The indifference in his voice made you want to run away from there.

"I want you to tell me".

Letting out a sigh, the words you seemed to fear the most reached your ears. "Our relationship is not what it was, I feel strange with you and it's like we are just strangers."

It felt like a bucket of ice water falling on your back, as if your heart weighed 200 kilos more in your chest, tears swirled in your eyes without being able to contain them and your soul felt like it was leaving your body. Holding tightly to the doorknob, your sobs became present. You started to shake. You wanted to disappear. Or maybe you wished it was all a dream. One bad dream and you would soon wake up in the arms of the love of your life, staring at the freckles on his face while he slept.

The complete indifference with which he was handling the situation left you stunned, furious. It was unbearable. Retracing your steps you walked to the closet, grabbed a t-shirt and some jeans, changing your clothes so quickly that Checo was a little surprised. Still he made no vain attempt to stop you. Finally you put on your tennis shoes and took your cell phone, ready to leave the home that you had created for yourselves as soon as possible.

However, a voice stopped you. It was almost offensive, insensitive.

"What?" you asked in disbelief, thinking that maybe it was a bad move in your head.

"If you could come get your things before Thursday that would be great, I'm going to Silverstone and I don't want them to see you leaving, for safety reasons."

The blood seemed to rise to your cheeks, and your entire body trembled at what you had just heard. It felt so unreal. Ironically, a small laugh escaped your lips at what had just happened.

"Okay, Checo, I'll come in the afternoon today." You wanted to sound strong, but your voice had betrayed you. It had barely been a whisper.

You didn't have the courage to look at him one more time, knowing that if you did, a part of you would refuse to believe what was happening. Suddenly, that photo came to your memory. You wanted to ask if that was happening because of her, if there was someone else in Checo's life. But there were too many emotions for one day. Shaking your head, you walked out the door muttering a heartfelt “take care.”

The days had passed. Sunday race at Silverstone. You had involuntarily gotten up very early to watch the race, even with the pain that accompanied your heart that seemed to squeeze every time Checo's name was heard on television. After an exciting and highly contested fight, Checo had managed to get on the podium in second place. Without being able to help it, a smile of pride made its way onto your lips when you saw him there, smiling. You could almost swear the breakup hadn't affected him at all. He looked amazing. Until the camera focused on a woman among the audience waiting for such a triumph. She was beautiful, thin, tall, brown haired and very pretty. But that wasn't what caught your attention, no, no. It was the way she looked and who she looked at, when you finally realized that Checo was also looking at her and giving her a unique smile. Like the ones he used to dedicate to you. Suddenly, something seemed to click in your head. You felt your heart break. Now you understood his treatment of you, the absences, the lack of tact, everything.

You wanted to disappear.

#reader #checo perez x reader #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #red bull racing #red bull formula 1 #sergio perez #sergio perez x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #y/n #Checo perez x y/n

[seiquack]

Just For Tonight

☆ || Sanzu / Haruchiyo Akashi | 明司 春千夜 x gn!reader

angst, comfort (?), reader and sanzu aren't together here, I dont think Sanzus personality is accurate, I'll just let you think what au Sanzu is from lol, not proofread!

The both of you lay in Sanzu's bed in his apartment, it was quiet only the tick of the clock and soft breathing could only be heard

Your relationship was over and the both of you decided to stay as friends, after a few drinks at the bar he offered to take you to his home since you lived far away and you were too intoxicated to commute back home

You lay on the old side of the bed you used to sleep on wearing your old pajamas that were kept in Sanzus closet where your clothes used to be hung on

He never thought of removing your old clothes from his closet since he always hoped that you would come back again and sleep next to him

He was on the other side of the bed turning his back against you facing the wall, wearing a shirt and pajama pants you urged him to buy one time the both of you went out to shop for clothes together

The only thing that separated the two of you was a pillow that served as a barrier between the two of you. One of you could've just slept on the couch or the guest room yet neither the two of you brought to the idea and just let the other do anything

sobering up unable to sleep you thought if this was appropriate, if exes should even still be in contact let alone share a bed

The whole time the tension was awkward between the two of you, you wanted to speak up and ask if it was okay for you to occupy the guest room. But that was an hour ago

You didn't know the time it was too dark to see what time it was from the clock, you remind yourself to tell him to get a digital alarm clock before you leave tomorrow morning

Sanzu wanted to turn around, throw the pillow separating the both of you, ask what led to your breakup, apologize for it, and hug you. He couldn't just do that and expect you to let him do it, his stomach weighed heavy as minutes passed by all he could do was stare at whatever he was facing

Thinking if he should talk to you or not, he doesn't know what you'll say and a part of him doesn't want to hear it

He doesn't want to hear you talk fearing he'll start crying in front of you. He can't handle the fact that he isn't in your life anymore and he should not try and make his way in again

He was too immersed in his thoughts that he didn't feel the bed move slightly as you moved to face his back

he only realized when you called out to him

"Haru" you call out to him whispering

There, it was the nickname you used to call him.

You called out to him in a voice that made his insides feel warm, a voice that belonged to the person he loves since he could remember.

he doesn't face you, he doesn't want to know why you decided to say his name

"Haru" you call him again, hesitant about your actions and the world that threatened to spill from your mouth

You feel the bed move and hear the sheets crinkle as he turns over to face you, you felt his eyes looking at you even though you couldn't see his face

"Yeah?" he answers "What's wrong?" he asks you in a hushed concerned tone

You didn't know if the words that came out of you were caused by the tone of his voice or the leftover alcohol that was still in your system

"Can you hold me like before, please?"

You asked moving closer to him ignoring the pillow that was supposed to keep you both separated, he was taken back by your sudden request

He let out a quiet "ok" removing the pillow tossing it somewhere in the room and moving closer to you

You wrap your arms around his neck hiding on his neck and tangling your legs together, he hugs you leaving his hands on your back

The feeling of hugging him again makes you miss this feeling and him

knowing this was only for tonight and never again.

You missed this feeling badly, and so did he.

( a/n: Im so tired I've been repeatedly fixing and reposting for like 3 times now cause tumblr wont post it. Anyways this is inspired by the storu i saw here abt Matsukawa x reader from a hq blog acc yet I cant find it pls let me know if you do know what im talking about. All my posts seem to be the same huh no wonder I feel like all of them are trash )

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[heaven-with-mark]

"𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣."

The now empty Truly can slams against the counter, tinny and empty. "Better get drinkin, Eef!" You yell, triumphant and two seltzers ahead of your opponent. Mark looks a tad disappointed, back against the counter and arms crossed. You and Ethan sat at the island on barstools, having a competition to see who could drink more before getting shitfaced.

Ethan was lagging behind. You were feeling tipsy yourself but he was getting a little woozy. The way his body would tip to one side until he noticed and righted himself told you a lot. Mark cleared his throat, and both you and Ethan turned to look at him. Your smile dropped the moment the empty Truly box left the olders' hand and tumbled to the floor. "Automatic win." He says, nodding towards you.

The smile returns as you slide from your seat, a little stumble to your step as you saunter up to the fridge. Out comes an unopened twelve pack of Coors, your least favorite alcohol. "You hate beer." Mark comments, pushing himself off the counter to stand at the island. You slide it to Ethan and stand next to Mark as the drinks are opened. Ethan passes you a Coors and next thing you know, you've had five.

"Uh. Fuck." You giggle, swaying in the middle of the kitchen. Ethan was... laying on the floor next to you. Hands over his eyes, face flushed, stupid drunk smile. Mark now sat at the island, chin in the palm of his hand. He found you and Ethan amusing to watch.

Until now. Your stomach churned, your heart sinking. You were absolutely terrified to puke. It was a childhood fear for no real reason. "Mark," you whispered, hands out to steady your rocking, "Mark I think I'm gonna throw up."

He'd known you long enough to understand why it was a problem. He sighs, "alright. Fun over. You're both cut off." Ethan cries, but you don't catch whatever he said. You're no longer a happy drunk, you're scared to move in fear of emptying your stomach. Mark is gentle in the way he presses a hand to your back, slowly guiding you over to the couch. Some animated movie plays and you're barely aware of it as you're helped into laying down.

"Mark, I need water. I'm gonna go get water." You slur, and immediately sit up. Your head hits the couch pillow a second later, feeling like you'll upchuck if you try to do a single thing. "I'll get you water, just chill for a second." Mark murmurs, smoothing the hair stuck to your forehead. Your heavy eyes shut, and you buzz in and out of consciousness as you vaguely hear Ethan get ushered down the hall to his room.

When Mark returns, it's with water and blankets. He hands you the drink first, keeping a hand on the cup as yours cradles it just to make sure it doesn't spill all over. "Are you okay now?" He asks softly, setting your beverage down on the coffee table. You're only now aware of being in tears, very disorientated and drunk. He's leaning over you, using the back of the couch to brace himself. Unable to think right, your hands come up and do the grabby hand motion.

After some very slurred convincing, the footrest of all three couch cushions are kicked out so Mark can squeeze onto the couch behind you. You're warm, content, and very tired now watching whatever movie played on TV, Mark pressed to your back and holding you close. Still both in jeans and not in comfortable clothes, you're comfy how you are. And scared if you move, it'll break the peaceful atmosphere.

"I hope you know I'm not dealing with your hangover." Mark whispers, patting your hip. You giggle and turn in his arms, face shoved to his chest. Unashamed you take in the scent of his cologne, listening to the rumble of his chuckle. "Alright Tipsy, go to sleep." He says, and your mind shuts off almost immediately. Tomorrow was gonna be one hell of a day full of headache and nausea but Mark was gonna help you, even though he said he wouldn't. He's got a little bit of a soft spot for you.

"At least I beat Ethan. Momma ain't raise no quitter." You slur, having to have the last word.

#markiplier x reader #mark fischbach x reader #mark fischbach fluff #markiplier fluff #this is really bad but im in the mood to write and i don't wanna sit here trying to make it good #this happened except for me getting to cuddle a hot buff youtuber. i went to my sisters and i got wasted and then had to lay down #i really thought i was gonna throw up so i went from chugging beer to laying on the couch crying

[quartermera]

"You were gorgeous"

A/N: "Are you saying you want to go all the way?"

Ship: Bonney x afab!Reader Genre: smut Word count: 1.6k words Warnings: PWP, fingering, thigh riding

"You're so pretty," you whisper.

"I know," Bonney replies, cocky, a smile dancing on her lips. Her very kissable lips.

"I know that you know." You smile. "But I still wanted to tell you."

Bonney does not say anything back this time, too busy avoiding your gaze.

Bonney was loud, confident, at times intimidating. At least in public she was. You got to see a different side of her the day you became her partner. Her quiet side, her doubting side, her at times shy side. It was not a common occurrence. Her loudness was a true part of who she was after all.

But tonight, lying with her in bed, you could not help your own softness while looking at your girlfriend. She had that spark in her eye, the one she always has when excitedly telling you about something. And her smile, oh her smile. You could have stared at her for ages and sung praises of her smile for centuries.

Not resisting any longer, you shifted closer and laid a gentle kiss against her lips. She kissed you back.

Pulling back, you detailed her features again. The soft oil lamp light was reflecting in her pupils and on her cheeks. Her damp lips were slightly parted. Her pink hair cascaded down her neck and shoulders. The shorts of her pajamas even allowed you to see her soft thighs. She was-

"You're gorgeous," you whispered.

"You already said that," Bonney pointed out.

"No, I said you were pretty," you replied with a grin.

"'So pretty' to be exact."

She was teasing you.

"Yes, 'so pretty'. And now I wanna say you're gorgeous. And if I wanna say that I'd let you do anything to me, I'll say that too."

"Would you let me do anything to you?" Bonney wondered, suddenly mischievous.

"Anything," you murmured back, playing along.

Bonney shifted closer. So close that you could feel her calm breaths hit your lips.

"Then take that shirt off for me."

Licking your lips, you gauged how serious she was. You had a long day tomorrow and it was already late. But you knew that if Bonney was not pulling your leg, you would not be able to resist her.

Seconds passed and you still did not move.

"What are you waiting for? You don't wanna get taken care of?"

There it was. The certainty you needed.

With a grin, you shifted away from her just enough to pull your pajama shirt over your head. Not skipping a beat, Bonney pulled you closer again. She let the hand that was not supporting her head wander over your chest, tracing your curves from your neck down to the waistband of your pants. Then, sliding back up, she massaged your breasts.

Shifting around, Bonney moved to straddle you. Your hands rested on her hips. As she arranged her hair over one shoulder so as to not be in the way, she gave you plenty of time to admire her. She knew how you loved to stare, after all.

Tentatively, you slid your fingers under her pajama shirt. Then, slowly, you moved your hands up.

Bonney playfully swatted you away.

"What do you think you're doing?"

You could not help the smile that was blooming on your face.

"I just wanna see more of you."

"Tsk, then you should just say so!"

This was a ritual you had been through before. It was not the first time you made out or teased each other in such a way. However, you could not help but feel like there was something different about this one.

Bonney held your chin between index and thumb.

"Anything to say?"

"Take off your shirt," you replied with a smile.

"Don't think I will with that attitude," she joked.

You sighed.

"Please."

"That's better."

Allowing you to rest your hands on her hips again, Bonney's fingers worked achingly slow.

Slowly, she grabbed the hem of her shirt.

Slowly, she lifted it up her stomach.

Slowly, finally, she pulled it over her head.

Unable to help yourself, you caressed her sides. Her skin was soft in spite of the many battle scars she had collected. You traced them mindlessly.

Leaning over, Bonney crashed her chest against yours. Her soft lips pressed kisses behind your ear, trailing down your neck. They finally reached your breasts. While her mouth and tongue sucked and nibbled one of them, a hand massaged and pinched the other. Until she got bored of it and switched sides.

You may have loved to stare, but Bonney loved to hear you. She loved to hear you sigh as she played with your nipples, gasp when she bit, moaned when she sucked and left hickeys. Above all, she loved hearing you say her name like a prayer.

Moving back up, she kissed you deeply, passionately, licking your lips and sucking on your tongue

Your hands resting on her ass, you could not help but notice Bonney grinding against you. If she had not driven you crazy by that point, now she sure had.

You imagined her grinding against your thigh, riding your hand, sitting on your face. You would have let her use you for her own pleasure, as long as you were the only one who was allowed to see her that way.

In between kisses, you mumbled: "I want you so badly."

A shiver ran up Bonney's spine.

"Say that again."

"I want you so badly."

She sighed, trying to keep her composure.

"Are you saying you want to go all the way?" she checked in.

You only managed to nod in response.

Licking her lips, Bonney looked at you for a second. Oh, she was ready to ruin you.

Stepping away from you, she stood next to the bed and ordered:

"Take off your pants."

After a pause, she added:

"And anything else you might still be wearing."

You did not wait, too impatient for what was to come next. As you busied yourself, Bonney too slipped out of her pajama shorts. You inadvertently licked your lips as you detailed her. The light from the oil lamp made her skin glow.

She rearranged her hair over one shoulder and let her hand fall slowly back down to her side. Scars and stretch marks were dancing over her body, from her breasts to her ass. And between her legs, a tuft of dark pink hair.

"Are you enjoying the view?" she wondered as she held your chin.

"Very much," was all you managed to whisper in return.

Crawling back in bed, Bonney straddled one of your legs. You gulped as you remembered your earlier fantasies.

However, it is Bonney's hands you should have been paying attention to. While one of them was slipping between herself and your thigh, the other was sliding between your bottom lips.

You gasped when she brushed over your clit. Bonney looked satisfied with your reaction. She grazed over the same spot a few more times, applying slightly more pressure with every touch. Before long, she was rubbing your clit while studying every single one of your reactions. She loved the power she had over you in that moment.

You closed your eyes in pleasure. You did not want for this to ever stop. Unintentionally, you bucked your hips up, craving more. Every single one of Bonney's touches was sending waves of delight through your body.

You were so wet that she slipped two fingers inside of you easily. Curling them, she teased you further, still using her thumb to rub your clit.

You were torn between keeping your eyes shut in pleasure or opening them to see your tormentor. You loved the way she looked, straddling you, her own eyes closed and mouth half open. Mindlessly, you squeezed her ass. Her thighs tightened around yours as she let out heavy breaths.

Bonney slipped her fingers further into you as she pushed down harder against your leg, causing both of your to gasp. She reopened her eyes and whispered:

"You're such a mess."

You smiled in return.

"It's your fault."

Bonney took pride in this. Not wasting any time, she rubbed your clit once more, eliciting a moan from you.

"That's it, moan for me," she encouraged.

With her fingers expertly pleasing you, it was becoming hard to stay quiet anyway. You gasped and moaned, loving the expression that formed on your girlfriend's face every time you did.

Each of her movements was pushing you closer to the edge. Being so close and vulnerable around her was something you had not realized you craved so badly. But here you were now, wrapped around her fingers, trapped under her, and oh so pleased by the situation.

Feeling you tighten around her, Bonney encouraged you to finish.

Tensing and shaking, you reached your high. A wave of pleasure traversed your body as Bonney's fingers helped you ride out your orgasm.

As you came back to your sense, you noticed Bonney's legs were tightening around your own. You could not help but detail her as she finished on top of you; mouth half open, cheeks red, sweat pearling between her breasts.

You held onto her as she came back down.

Catching her breath, Bonney collapsed onto you, head against your chest. You chuckled reflexively.

"You were gorgeous."

"I know," she mumbled against your skin, "and so were you."

#one piece #one piece x reader #jewelry bonney #jewelry bonney x reader #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #jewelry bonney scenarios #jewelry bonney imagines #sinful #nille writes #afab reader #race neutral reader #one piece smut #jewelry bonney smut #nillesnsfw

[eggriceuu]

Whispers of Comfort: A Journey Through Loss and Love

Synopsis: After receiving the devastating news of your dog's passing, you, guided by the unwavering support of your partner Nanami, journeys back to your hometown for solace and closure. Together, you navigate the pain of loss, cherishing memories and finding comfort in each other's presence.

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Reader (you)

Word count: 1.3k

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As you hurriedly made your way back home, your mom sent you a message containing the heartbreaking news of your dog's passing. In shock, your feet led you in the opposite direction, towards your hometown. Both you and Nanami lived in the city, only a short distance away from your workplace, while your hometown lay by the coastline.

Consumed by your thoughts, Nanami sent you a message, unaware of the situation, “Hey love, just wanted to let you know that I've cooked your favorite food for dinner. Can’t wait to share it with you tonight. See you soon.”

Unable to type a response due to your shaking fingers, you opted for a voice message, “Hello, love. My mom texted me that my dog has passed away. I’m not coming home tonight to our house; I’ll be coming home to my dog. Sorry for not informing you in advance. I’m so shocked that I—(stammers) I’ve gone to the earliest leaving train to our hometown. But don’t worry about me, I’m settled and trying to process this occurrence.” Your voice cracked, evident that you were crying.

Nanami received the voice message and immediately felt your grief, worried. He responded, “Oh my love, I am so sorry to hear that. Do you want me there with you? Or do you want space? I’ll respect your decision no matter what.”

You took a deep breath before replying, “I think I need space for now, thank you.”

Nanami was skeptical with your statement, he too thought deeply before reacting to your comment, “and if that changes, don’t think twice to say it. No need to feel guilty for asking my company. I am yours and my heart aches when you endure things alone.”

You sat through your feelings and Nanami’s kind words on the bullet train, you realized that you needed Nanami’s support, so you sent him a text. “Can I call you?”

Nanami replied, “Of course, love. I am here for you.”

As you read his reply, you dialed his number. “I can’t believe she’s gone.” you announced, crying quietly in the train, pouring your heart out to Nanami.

He gently listened to you, as you break the news to him, letting you finish. “let it all out,” Nanami comforted.

“I’m sorry for changing my mind but I don’t think I can face her alone. Can you accompany me? See me in the next station? Please?” Your cries grew louder, but then you tried to calm yourself, remembering that you’re in a public transit. You started overthinking your words, tomorrow is a weekday, and you don’t want him to miss his work. Sighing, you took it back. “You probably shouldn’t. You have work tomorrow.” You sniffled, “Right. It’s not a good idea.”

Nanami reassured you, saying, “Love, I can hear how much you miss your dog and how hard this is for you. Please don't worry about me missing work. Being there for you is more important to me. I will be at the next station to support you. We'll get through this together.” His words were comforting, distracting you from your aching heart.

“I won't hang up. I'll keep talking to you until we're together. Just focus on your breathing.” Nanami soothed.

You kept your silence, all you heard was his steps and breathing on the phone. Soon, your cries finally quieted, “Are you getting on the train now? Where are you?” You finally found your voice.

The train announced your arrival at the station, and you got off.

“I'm on my way to the train station now. I'll be there in a few minutes. Don't worry.” Nanami replied.

You waited for what felt like forever, then another train came, people flooded the station, almost getting lost by the sudden surge of commuters–Nanami found you seated by the station exit, waiting on the benches.

“There you are, my love.” Nanami took your hand into his, interlacing your fingers.

When your gazes met, your world stopped—air leaving your lungs, you felt your heart squeezed.

Finally, your support system is here.

Nanami enveloped you into tight hug, quietly observing you. “You've confronted and conquered countless challenges,” Nanami begun, “proving your resilience through life's toughest battles. Your courage is unparalleled, making you the bravest individual I've ever known." He softly declared, while softly brushing your hair.

You pulled away from the hug to look at him, his eyes burned into you, searching for life.

You gave him a soft smile before replying, “This really means a lot to me. Thanks for coming along.”

Nanami whispered back, “I’ve got your back, always.“

–

You held his hand and guided him to your residence, both of you staying quiet throughout the journey. When you spotted your house, you paused, turned around to look at Nanami, and broke down again. It reminded you of how near you are now to her, only feet apart but instead of her usual lively greetings, you would be greeted by her lifeless body.

Your composure left as your knees gave out. Nanami supported your weight and let you cry out, his hands rubbing your back for comfort. Then he whispered, kissing your forehead. “She may be gone, but she will always live on in your heart and memories.”

Your feet couldn’t move, you told Nanami that you needed few minutes to adjust and he patiently waited. Not moving an inch, he stayed with you through the process.

–

Inside the house, your mom greeted you, her eyes still puffy from hours of crying. She hugged both of you before guiding you to where your deceased dog rested.

You could not help but wail in grief–there’s nothing could ever compare to the pain that you felt when you finally saw her. You plopped down to her side and hugged Maple’s body, still warm and soft.

Nanami gave you space, watching you from a distance. Your mom could not take the scene unfolding in front of her so she excused herself.

“She was a good girl,” You mumbled, looking at the peaceful expression on your dog's face. “I'll miss her so much,” You said, sobbing tirelessly.

“Everyone will miss her.” Nanami comforted, “Let's stay for the night, hold Maple for as long as you want.” He sat beside you, letting you rest your weight on his shoulders.

You nodded, interlacing your fingers. Together, you said your goodbyes to Maple.

You reached a point where you had no more tears left to shed, your dog’s body got stiffer as the time progressed, Nanami tried his best to convince you to let her rest—and thankfully, you gave in, you carried her to your chest and made way for Nanami to create space for Maple’s resting place on your mom’s backyard. Nanami started digging on the ground, making deep hole to bury her remains, you called your mom to witness her last moments. Your mom reached for your dog’s paws one last time. When it’s time to place her to the ground, Nanami reached out to you and you carefully handed her to him.

You and your mother silently mourned as Nanami does the burying.

More silence dawned the night, no one wanted to break atmosphere.

–

Back inside your childhood home, Nanami held your hand tightly, looking around at the familiar place. He led you to the living room, where you used to watch movies and cuddle on during the early stages of the relationship. “I’ll make you some tea, drink it before going to bed,” he suggested, wrapping his arms around you. He did what he said and made his way to the kitchen.

Your eyes followed Nanami everywhere he went, afraid that he too would disappear. You mentally thanked the universe for gifting you someone like Nanami. After you two had your tea, you said your goodnights to your mom and went straight to your childhood room that had now turned into a guest room.

Since you were so physically and emotionally drained, Nanami helped you get undressed to take a bath.

Nanami leaned in and whispered in your ear. “I’ll take care of you.”

True to his words, Nanami guided you to shower in warm water. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, and you rested your head on his chest as the warm water cascaded over both of you. He gently washed your hair and body. He consoled you with such gentleness, as if his soft touch could mend any fragility within you.

After the warm bath, he wrapped you up in a towel and carried you to bed, kissing your forehead. “Goodnight, my love. I'll be here when you wake up,” Nanami said before you drifted off to sleep.

–

Author’s note: This was just a very random scenario that played out in my head to comfort me when my dog almost died due to milk fever. I hope no one experiences this grief, it’s so heartbreaking and painful to see your dog suffer then wither.

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[lavenderbunnbun]

Gods having my owners inspect my holes. Poly/T4T/ DomDomSub / dubious consent, speculum play, and general hole abuse

Sitting and waiting for them both to walk in the room and talk to me. One leading me to the table by my leash while the other follows, something behind their back. I sit on the table and get leand back while looking at the two of them. Telling me to spread my legs and be a good pet. Being scared and trying to move away. Then one grips my throat and holds me down while the other tie my legs and hands down. I struggle and whimper, asking what they're going to do to me.

"A hole inspection pretty pet, it's been so long since we've made sure you were performing to our standards."

The other smirks and continues "last time your poor bunny cunt couldn't handle their dick as much as it usually does."

The first nods and grins "exactly bun bun, were just making sure our bunny is healthy. Isn't that a good thing? We just wanna be sure your pretty body is feeling good."

One smacks my dick with the palm of their hand. I gasp and cry out on pain. Pulling against my restraints and whimpering. My dick throbbing and my knees shaking as they are unable to close.

"ah reflexes are looking good. Ah hmmm but what's this?"

They others starts to grope my ass. Moving their fingers towards my hole. Rubbing my dick in the process before dipping their fingers inside me. My stomach jumps and i bite my lip.

"just as I thought." they say "this one has overactive glands. They're leaking just from the reflex test. I think I'll have to run further tests on this hole."

"oh ofcourse, we have to be completely positive." the other one says as they turn.

I hadnt seen what they had set down after they finished choking me. They picked up and brought over lube and a metal tool with hinges and curved sheets. They passed my other partner the object as they both stared at me.

They shifted in the seat they pulled up in-between my legs and started to touch my leg. "Do you know what this is?" I shake my head and they laugh together. "Our silly cock dumb pet. This is called a speculum. It's used to inspect holes. Bunny holes specifically tonight though bun bun."

They rubbed my hole more. The one who was watching started to move up my body. Their hands yanking up my tank top off my head.

"oh no we have a slight issue. It seems they left their top on. I guess we could untie them and take it off." They look at me and my eyes widen. I nod and start to speak before the other speaks up.

"they're just gonna pretend to be good, don't trust them. Just cut the thing off. We'll to shopping tomorrow."

A grin comes over the one at my chest, their fingers flicking my nipple as I start to struggle again. This couldn't be right but then why are they being so detailed about this. They're using special tools. They had to of ordered them. Could it be true? Do I need hole inspections?

Suddenly I'm snapped out of thinking to feeling my dick start to be licked and lube pushed into my hole. I gasped and moaned a little as my partner started to move the speculum into me. The cold metal was another shock, but not as shocking as when I heard sniping from my side. The cold glide of scissors. I knew my partner has medical scissors for shibari but I hadn't seen them anywhere.

"be still bunny, don't want me to cut you now do you?" He laughs before cutting the rest of my shirt off and yanking it off.

I feel the glide of more metal into me and I am once again distracted. I feel an ache in my hole but my partner confirms that it's fully in.

"perfect, now time to open it wider. But I'm ready to focus on your chest sensitivity" the other said as their mouth makes contact with my nipples. My dick jumping as I whine and buck my hips.

"don't make them jump like that, I want them to stay still while I open them up. I'll have a better view of their hole that way."

I felt the pressure against my hole grow. The metal was expanding inside me. I moaned, my hips starting to buck before being shoved down. My partner at my chest starting to move towards the top of my head. Moving their hands from my chest to their belt buckle.

They undo their belt and undo their pants. Pushing down their pants. They moved to the table above my face. They turned and gripped my hair to force my face down before they kneeled and sat on my face. Their t-dick slipping into my mouth. They moan and grip my throat harder. Grinding down and whimpering as I started to suck and move my tongue.

"ugh you're such a pleasure whore aren't you?" My other partner chimed in as I heard them stand and move. I heard the recognizable noise of their strap slipping on over their pants.

They walked over and gripped my partner's thighs. Shoving them onto my face hard. I moaned feeling myself gag on their dick while they grind down more. I felt my hole becoming slick as I whimpered and my dick twitched. suddenly I heard another moaning mouth as I looked up at my partner looking down at my face. Their mouth hung halfway agape before their thighs shuddered and I felt their cum gush into my mouth. Their bush and dick covering my mouth and making me gag for a second and choke. They sat before gripping my hair to steady themselves standing. My partners kissed before the one who rode my face kissed and licked some of their cum off my cheek.

"you ok bun bun?"

I nodded and in a dazed head I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out as a means to tease them for more dick and less mercy.

I'm brought out of the half bratty daze to my partners shocked tone"this is worse than I thought! They're absolutely dripping. Gods it's pooling on the tables. We need to make sure they can take us still."

My partner pats my cheek and kisses me again before walking and grabbing his favorite dick. It wasn't particularly long by degenerate standards but a solid 7 inches. However, it was thick. 2 and 3/4 inches. 3 would be atrocious but 2.5 just wasn't enough stretch for him.

I felt something starting to touch my hole. I gasped as I realized it was my partners dick. The one that I couldn't take fully the last time. They pushed it inside me. "C'mon good bunny. Good boy you're taking my dick so well." They held their dick in their hand and started to fuck me with it while sitting in the chair, leisurely as though they weren't stretching my hole while pulling the speculum out to leave my hole permanently stretched open on their dick.

The one who stood at my head yanked my hair down from looking at them fucking into my cunt back to over the table. Their dick slid down my throat. It was nearly suffocating. The push inside my holes to my breath being taken away from my throat. I gagged as I had a full body twitch and my dick started to leak.

My brain started to get more and more fuzzy. Maybe this was what I needed. My hole felt amazing and I must've needed this because it feels so good to melt onto both of their dicks. Their dicks stretched me more and I couldn't quiet remember when we started fucking or how long they'd been inspecting me. I kept getting closer. My body warm and my dick throbbing coming in twinges that shook my whole body

I tried to beg out some words that were something similar to a plea but I couldn't even open my jaw any wider. I shook as my partners started to fuck into me at even paces. My head spun and blood rushed though my ears. My dick melted and I could only remember drooling and melting between the twos dicks.

They'd cum. My mind was an overstimulated mess since they had barely even gotten started. I would twitch and whimper with even the slightest friction to my dick. They cleaned me up. Moving the washcloth gently over my dick and thighs. We all laid in bed after rehydrating. I laid between them as my head got heavier.

"you passed your inspection bunny, you're our good pet." One said as the other kissed me and ran his hands over my nipples to earn a twitch and moan.

"mmmm yes bunny you've done so good for us. Now that we've finished the inspection, we can get back to fucking our bunny more."

He held my legs against as the other started to fuck me with their dick. Both kissing and biting my shoulders and chest. They kept uttering praises in-between listening to my slutty moans. The night ended much later but I hadn't been told the rest of that yet

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[kei-luv]

Hey I looked at your requests opened and closed and you just slashed the closed and left the opened blank so I’m just going to assume that means their opened but if not feel free to ignore this and sorry for bothering you

Male reader x Vance where reader is a guitarist and sings and Vance first heard him while he’s on his way home near the stream and he’s always there singing and playing his guitar and he has this sickly sweet voice that over the days Vance slowly approaches reader and starts to talk about interests and then after a bit start dating and it’s really sweet because reader is so affectionate and plays with street cats

so sorry if Im bothering you

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆. 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗠𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗱𝘆

Note: You're not bothering me, don't worry. And yes, my requests are always open, so you're welcome to ask for anything.

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tw: Light cussing, Reader is kinda cocky genre: fluff reader: male characters: vance hopper

word count: 1,388 masterlist

Nearly everyone in Denver knew the young man with [h/c] colored hair who regularly walked with a gig-bag strapped to his back to and from school.

Who didn't? He was so kind to people, treating the younger students with such consideration and speaking respectfully to those who were older than him.

Naturally, everybody knew him, even 'Pinball' Vance Hopper. He was deeply smitten with the boy and yearned to be somewhat close to him, even though he would never really admit it out loud. Yet he was unable to.

Really, how? [Name] [LastName] was a totally different individual from Vance and was far superior to him. In spite of the fact that the word "coward" never really fit him, it was only natural for Vance to back away from trying to talk to the teenager.

But that wasn't the case until Vance was returning home from the Grab N' Go after finishing his brief game on the pinball machine he claimed as his.

The one and only [Name] [LastName] was there at the skatepark, playing his guitar while a few cats gathered around him and watched, with a can of cat food open on his side for them to eat.

Vance had never heard the boy play the instrument before, so he was compelled to approach and take a seat behind one of the ramps to quietly listen.

The sound of [Name]'s voice, which was low but comforting to listen to that evening, was something Vance never anticipated hearing. When it came to falling even more in love with the boy, Vance Hopper didn't believe it was possible.

Who knows how long Vance remained hidden from [Name], but he did know that [Name]'s voice was something he wanted to listen to again and again—perhaps forever.

"Well, I guess I better get going, I'll see you guys tomorrow maybe." [Name] spoke, putting the instrument back in the gig-bag and giving one of the cats one last pat before getting up off the cement and dusting off any dirt on his clothes.

Vance jumped to his feet as soon as he heard this and peered out from behind the ramp to observe the [h/c] retreating figure. As a black cat crept up behind him, a small meow escaped its lips as it glared up at the blonde.

"Shut up, I wasn't spying.." Vance muttered under his breath as he looked down at the cat, who only let out another meow as it continued staring up at him.

"Whatever." The cat stared at Vance's back as he left the park and returned to his original route home, soon joining the other cats that played nearby.

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Like yesterday, [Name]'s guitar was the only sound Vance could hear as he passed the skatepark on his way home from the Grab N' Go.

As he did yesterday, Vance hid behind the same ramp again, listening to the boy play the instrument and humming along to the tune before leaving the park not long after [Name] did.

This went on for almost two weeks before Vance finally worked up the courage to approach the male, his heart pounding as [Name]'s guitar was tucked away in the gig-bag, and made the decision to play with a black cat that curled up next to him.

The same black cat that accosted Vance when he first listened to [Name] play.

Because he was occupied with the small animal, [Name] was unaware that Vance was standing behind him.

Vance had to reprimand himself for clearing his throat in an effort to get [Name]'s attention as the [h/c] turned to look at him, [e/c] eyes staring up at blue ones.

"Oh..uh, hello." Vance stood motionless, his palms starting to perspire, and he gulped apprehensively as [Name] welcomed him with a small smile on his lips.

"Uhm.." While trying to think of something to say, Vance exhaled with his mind completely blank. That is until the cat [Name] was petting approached him, beginning to rub itself against the hem of his jeans.

As he observed Vance attempting to distance himself from the cat that was still rubbing itself all over him, a faint chuckle escaped the [h/c] lips.

"Pft..uh, that's Milo, he's never actually acted like this to new people before. I think he likes you."

Extending his hand out, Milo immediately rubbed his face into it, the sounds of his purring filling the air. Vance silently eyed the [h/c] before deciding to sit down next to him.

"So, what's 'Pinball' Vance Hopper doing in a skatepark? Isn't he supposed to be playing his game right now?" [Name] poked fun at the tense blonde as he asked.

"Tch, well why don't tell me why 'Pretty boy' [Name] [LastName] is at a skatepark? Shouldn't he be helping old ladies cross the street?"

"Oh, you think I'm pretty?"

[Name] smugly inquired, his grin widening as he noticed Vance's red face. "Shut the fuck up, no I don't." Vance spoke angrily while averting his eyes from [Name] in an effort to conceal his increasingly red face.

'Cute.' He thought. Vance Hopper is well-known to [Name]; after all, he does engage in frequent altercations and harbors a strong obsession with the pinball machine at the Grab N' Go. So it was at least somewhat simple to identify the blonde.

Naturally, [Name] was also aware that Vance was hiding behind one of the ramps to watch him play; in all honesty, he thought that was quite adorable.

Milo, who was now next to [Name]'s gig-bag, let out a meow, catching the attention of both teens who turned to look at him. "Well, isn't someone eager to listen to me play?"

[Name] cooed, grabbing Milo and putting him in Vance's hands who reluctantly held him. The cat was quietly purring as it settled down on the blonde's lap.

After removing the instrument from the bag and setting it down on his lap, [Name] began to play. Vance watched intently, his hand slowly patting Milo.

After that, the two teenagers began to hang out at the skatepark on a regular basis, with the [h/c] playing music for Vance to hear, playing with the other cats that frequented the area, and occasionally going to the Grab N' Go to watch Vance play his pinball machine.

They hung out for almost three weeks, with each passing day quickly turning into a month, then two, then three, and finally almost a year, with the two becoming inseparable.

The two were now seen hanging out at the Grab N' Go, the [h/c] between Vance and the pinball machine. With the blonde's hands over [Name]'s own ones as he attempted to teach him how to play

And Vance cherished doing this, feeling like he was in heaven with [Name] in front of him and his hands encircling the [h/c] own ones as he enjoyed his game. He gave thanks to the gods for providing him with such a blessing.

"Ah crap, sorry, I messed up again..." [Name] muttered remorsefully, turning to face the blonde whose face was only a few inches away from his.

When Vance looked down at [Name]'s lips, his breath hitched, and the [h/c] did the same as he turned to face him. The two were silent, [Name]'s hands gripping the machine behind him.

Fuck it. Vance made the decision to take his chance and pressed his lips against [Name], wrapping his hands around [Name]'s waist and appearing to pull him in closer. Unable to resist, the [h/c] encircled Vance's neck with his arms.

Vance made the audacious decision to lick [Name]'s lips, seemingly pleading with him to let him in as the [h/c] complied, allowing the blonde's tongue to explore his mouth as muffled moans left [Name]'s lips.

The two ended their kiss, panting against each other, after what seemed like hours but was actually only a minute.

"So..what does this make us..?" In anticipation of Vance's response, [Name] mumbled to himself while gazing into his eyes.

"Boyfriends? If you want to.." After their earlier action a few seconds prior, Vance answered while softly panting.

"I think I'd like that."

AN: I actually liked how this turned out. Please send in more The Black Phone requests.

©KEI-LUV. please do not translate or repost any of my work on any other platform, or claim any of it as your own. 2023

#vance hopper #vance hopper x male reader #x male reader #x reader #the black phone x male reader #the black phone

[fanficsandfluff]

Tickletober 2022 - Day 5: Punishment

A/N: Thank you to @softaneasy who requested this one. Truthfully, I do not ship Stony, nor do I like writing the character of Steve Rogers. And I was initially gonna turn this prompt down. But the writing angel/demon living inside me told me to go outside my comfort zone for this Tickletober. So here we are!

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Tony had been acting a bit too snarky at the team meetings nowadays. At first, the crew chalked it up to a bad hair day or waking up on the wrong side of the bed. But after it persisted for three or four meetings, it was clear there was something larger looming over the billionaire philanthropist.

Steve approached Tony after the fifth team meeting where he sent everyone off scoffing, particular Natasha this time. Normally unphased by Tony's words, this meeting's aim had been directed mostly at her.

"Hey," Steve stopped Tony from exiting and they were the only two left in the room, "Do I have to ask?"

"Maybe you do, cap. Be a little more specific."

"Why are you a raving asshole lately?"

The language took Tony by surprise and actually got a grin out of him, "Productivity has been well below average, trying to boost morale by tearing everyone down first, so they can eventually rise together to fight against the stigma. Isn't that was leadership is all about?"

"No, not at all, actually."

"Well, to each their own," Tony then attempted to walk out past Steve, but Captain America gripped onto Tony's shoulder after he passed him and got close enough to the door.

"Tony," Steve sighed, "I know there's more going on here. I'm willing to forgive it all if you just act a little nicer from here on out, hm?"

"We'll see, Rogers," Tony left the room this time, whistling to himself. Steve narrowed his eyes and watched him walk down the hallway, "I'll give you one more chance, Stark."

"And I'll be eagerly awaiting the consequences post said chance," Tony had spun around to deliver his parting remarks and walked backwards for a few paces before turning down a corner.

And another meeting came and went, no changes from Iron Man. This time his target was poor Bruce Banner. Steve bided his time as everyone left the room and even waited for Tony to leave, knowing he was headed for his lab. Tony tended to work on a routine nowadays, so it was easy to track him.

The sliding doors to the lab whooshed open for Steve after he made it downstairs.

"Office hours aren't until tomorrow, sport," Tony chided, readying a pair of goggles and gloves for the work he was about to set out on.

"Oh, I'll be quick. Here to follow up on a threat," Steve was approaching Tony by his work station.

"Threat?" Tony turned around and eyed Steve, "My Captain America doesn't threaten, he moreso saves and leads and throws his little dinner plate around. Oh! You mean about the--"

"Yeah, your punishment, let's call it," Steve was now sporting a grin. The silence between the two hung in the air a few beats too long, and it was long enough for Tony's own smug look to be wiped from his face.

"Wait--" was the only thing he could get out before Steve pinned him against his own work table, high enough for the edge of the table to be caught in the small of Tony's back.

"Jesus, cap, at least take me out to dinner fi-hirst," an unwanted giggle slipped its way out of Tony's lips when he felt thick fingers prodding into his ribs.

"Do you ever stop talking?" Steve asked Tony, wanting to sound exasperated but it mostly came out teasing, with a small smile still on his face. His fingers dug right in, not playing games. This was a punishment, after all, for Tony's constant being a dick to everyone.

Tony yelped and he wanted to shrink down to the floor but Steve's strength and superior girth kept Tony upright. He laughed against his will and it was loud laughter because god dammit Steve knew how to tickle.

"Fuhucking stop!" Tony begged, his hands tightening onto Steve's wrists but was unable to stop their path. Steve worked his hands down until the thumbs dug into the crevices of Tony's hips, mostly exposed due to his low-rise pants. Tony screamed and he did manage to collapse halfway, so Steve's hands had to stop tickling him there, thank god. But now Steve pulled one of Tony's arms up, easy enough since the billionaire hadn't let go of his wrist yet, and pinned that hand to the table.

"N-nno," Tony protested, "No, Rogers, don't. Don't do it."

"Don't do what? Get under here?" he fluttered the fingers of his free hand under Tony's arm, which was now wide open.

"SHIHIhiiiit! You bastard!" Tony growled, stomping his foot on the floor, "Lemme go! Let me go right now!"

"You're in no position to be making threats now, Stark," Steve smirked and he used all the force of his fingertips to dig in and around Tony's armpit, partially exposed to the elements because of the very short sleeve shirt Tony was wearing. Not quite a tank top, but tight enough to leave a space for skin-to-skin touches.

Tony laughed, throwing his head back as his other hand came up to try and ward off Steve's fingers. But he was laughing so hard his coordination was off.

"I'm gonna get you to apologize to everyone," Steve spoke about serious matters as if he wasn't literally tickling his friend and coworker to near death, "And you're not gonna take out whatever shit you got going on on the team."

"OkAY! OKAY!" Tony agreed immediately.

Steve rose a brow and he smirked, "I didn't think you'd cave that quickly. When am I supposed to deliver my big speech?" he pulled Tony until he was standing again and he now rested both his hands on either side of Tony's stomach.

"Plehehease no," Tony giggled and it was almost cute. Hands were at Steve's wrists once more, waiting for the inevitable.

"I have to. This isn't a real punishment if I don't get the worst spot on you," Steve smiled once more, a bigger, brighter one this time. And both hands wreaked havoc on Tony's belly. One hand vibrated its claw shape right in the middle and the other slipped under said tight shirt that had already risen up and was scratching at the tender skin across Tony's waistband.

Now Tony really did scream. His laughter rung out loud and clear and his arms couldn't do a thing. He tried hunching forward, falling to the floor, considered head-butting Steve for a hot second there, but nothing came to fruition. Tony laughed so hard he snorted as Steve's fingers finally lifted off his very ticklish torso.

"Gohohod," Tony snorted again and he hated it, "You're even more of an asshole than me, old man," he was breathing heavily, wiping sweat from his brow. He watched as Steve was walking out of his lab.

"Maybe you just needed a little lightening of your spirits," Steve said in return and before he got in the elevator to go back upstairs, he added, "I hope you've learned your lesson."

Tony gave Steve a thumbs up followed by a very pronounced middle finger. Steve laughed as the elevator doors closed and Tony huffed out a chuckle. Maybe he did need that. Hm, tickle punishment works. Who knew?

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[missvelvetsstuff]

Guarded Heart

Bucky x Reader

Chapter 15

Warnings: swearing, angst

When Y/N's mother arrived at the townhouse, she was asleep. Her mother thanked Winnie for her kindness and got comfortable in a reading chair in Bucky's room.

Winnie spoke softly "We've made up the guest room for you, it would be more comfortable."

Her mother shook her head "Thank you for that but I need to be here with her in case she needs me. I'll be fine here."

Winnie nodded, understanding. She would do the same for hers. She only hoped they would all survive this mess.

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By the time Bucky arrived back at the warehouse the dust had settled and it wasn't pretty. Most of the police were gone except the forensics people and the medical examiners office, clearing out the dead. Seemed no point in gathering evidence since they already knew the whole story but protocols must be followed. Of course the official story would be mob related violence and written off because no one who saw any of it would dare speak out.

He was relieved to find his dad was alright while Steve and Sam only had minor scrapes and bruises. A number of their people had serious injuries and had already been taken for medical care. A few of them were killed. Bucky took note of the injuries and losses to ensure those employees and their families were well taken care of.

The Asgardians hadn't lost anyone here but Thor's death, especially followed so closely after Syf was taking a toll.

Steve told Bucky that Loki had been particularly vicious and noted that the blood on Loki wasn't his own.

Pierce and Dreykov were bound in metal chairs while the Barnes and the Asgardians decided what to do with them. Bucky and Loki were in agreement that whatever was done needed to be slow and painful. They were to be held at one of the Barnes offices and guarded by their most trusted men.

Loki looked to Bucky "Is she alright? I know Thor's death must be extraordinarily painful for her. They were quite close" he coughed.

Bucky shook his head "I don't know. Physically she's alright but she's blaming herself. She's been through so much recently."

Loki looked at him intently "Then you had better be sure you take good care of her. I'm not as close to her as Thor but she is quite dear to me.  You don't wish to make an enemy of me, Barnes. I hope that we will be able to work together once the smoke clears."

Bucky nodded "I'll do my best, I'm not exactly her favorite person right now but I'll do anything I can to protect her. I'm sure we'll be able to work something out."

Loki nodded "Right. I must leave and get started with the" he choked up a little "arrangements." He took a deep breath "I could use a bit of sleep as well. I'd like to meet tomorrow, or later today, to discuss what will be done with those two" he gestured towards the men who were bound.

Bucky nodded "We can meet at my parents for dinner tonight, if you want to see Y/N she is there for the foreseeable future."

Loki nodded and left with Heimdal.

Bucky looked around again "Where is Pietro?" He asked apprehensively.

Steve sighed "Taken to the hospital but stable, last I heard. I'm not sure what his injuries are but he may have been shot."

Bucky let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He didn't want Y/N to lose anyone else she cared for.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

At the Barnes home, Y/N was starting to wake and could see the start of the sunrise through the bedroom window. When she realized where she was everything came rushing back painfully. She remembered Thor's still body next to the SUV she was in and Val refusing to let her go to him. It felt like she was punched in the chest and the air was knocked out of her.

Her mother heard her gasping and started to stir "Y/N, honey? Are you ok?"

Y/N just stared at her mother, unable to breathe.

Her mother moved to sit on the bed next to her and started gently rubbing her back until the panic attack passed. Once Y/N was breathing steady again her mother pulled her into a tight hug and Y/N was able to relax. The feel and scent of her mother soothed her.

Y/N pulled back "When did you get here, Mama?'

Her mother smiled " Winnie called me after James brought you here and I can right away."

"Did you sleep in that chair? You must be sore, you should have asked Winnie for the guest room."

Her mom smiled softly "Winnie offered but I needed to be here. I get the impression we are expected to stay here for a couple of days, until everything settles."

Y/N nodded "Even if we stay here there's plenty of work to be done. I'm sure we lost people last night and we need to make sure their families are taken care of. Same with the injured.

Has anyone heard from them?"

Her mother shook her head "I don't know dear but you should get more rest before you worry about business."

"I know you're just worried about me Mama but I can't just lay around when so much needs to be figured out." She squeezed her mother's hand "I'm going to take a shower. You didn't happen to bring me any clean clothes did you?"

Her mother nodded "Of course dear, only comfortable clothes. If any of your business associates have a problem with you dressing casually you can just remind them.you are the boss" she winked at her daughter which pulled the tiniest smile from her.

Y/N went to take her shower and when she stepped out of the bathroom she could smell bacon and coffee so headed downstairs.

In the kitchen she found her mother and Winnie cooking enough to feed a small army.

Winnie heard her first and looked up with a smile "Good morning, Y/N. You look much better than when you got here last night. Hungry?"

Y/N nodded "I honestly don't really remember much from yesterday. Just flashes. It's probably for the best, I don't think it's a day I want to remember." She accepted a cup of coffee her mother offered, already how she likes it. "Besides, there's too much to be done. Without knowing details I'm sure that yesterday shifted the balance of power and we will need to step in before some crazy tries to come in and take over" she set the coffee on the table, grabbed a plate, filled it and sat down to eat.

Winnie and her mother looked on concerned until her mother spoke up. "Sweetheart, you don't need to deal with all that yet, you need to take some time to heal. I'm sure George, James and Pietro can manage for a couple of days without you."

Y/N took a deep breath, knowing her mother was only concerned for her, and tempered her response "Mama, I know you're worried about me but I'm the boss now and have to do my job. I don't even know if Pietro is still alive or able to work. Even if he is I can't just foist my business off on them because I'm grieving. You both know how things work and if I show weakness, someone will try to push me off of my mountain and I'm not having that."

After a moment a look of concern crossed her face "Where's Wanda?" When her mother and Winnie indicated they didn't know she shook her head and quickly resumed eating.

She finished her breakfast, rinsed the plate and put it in the dishwasher. "I need to make some calls" Refilled her coffee and went to get her phone.

Her first call was Pietro but it went to voicemail. She pushed back the bad feelings and called Wanda, also voicemail. Then she tried to call George who also didn't answer. Winnie confirmed she had heard from him earlier and he was fine.

Y/N took another breath to calm herself before she tried to call Steve who finally answered "Y/N? Is everything ok?"

"I was calling to ask you that. What's it look like there?"

Steve mumbled something she couldn't understand.

"What? Steve stop mumbling"

"I said you should talk to Bucky."

She growled softly "I don't want to talk to him right now. I need to know the status of my people. George, Pietro and Wanda didn't answer so here we are.

Is Pietro alright? Loki?"

Steve sighed and updated her on her peoples status. " You know, Bucky is fine in case you're interested."

"Yes, Winnie already told me but he's not my concern.

When you have a minute can you talk to George about meeting later today."

Steve nodded even though she couldn't see him "There will be a crowd at dinner tonite, Loki has already agreed to come."

Y/N was distracted by banging on the front door and saw Val pull out her gun and go to open it. When she opened the door and aimed at the person in front of her before actually looking to see who it was the shouting almost made Y/N laugh.

"Hey, Hey! Easy. I come in peace to check on my goddaughter."

Y/N contained her giggles "Val! It's ok, Tony is family"

Val lowered her gun and stepped aside so Tony, Pepper and Happy could come in. Tony straightened his suit, harumphing about it being too early to have a gun in his face.

He looked around and stopped when he saw Y/N then rushed to hug her "Jesus kid, you gotta stop scaring me like this. I'm too old for this shit."

"I'm alright Tony, just trying to get my bearings and figure out what's next."

Tony pulled back and looked at her. "Well you look like Hell" and smirked at her.

Pepper protested "Tony!"

"Very funny, Tones."

Steve who was sitting on the other end of the line "Y/N? Do you need anything else from me? I think we're done here, should be home in an hour or so."

"No, I'm good. We'll see you in a bit."

Tony looked at her seriously "Are you sure you're alright? We heard about Thor and-"

Y/N shook her head "I don't want to talk about him" and shut down emotionally, causing concern for her family.

"We need to focus on getting our family and her allies organized so we know who is what. There will be plenty of time to grieve but business first."

Winnie and her mother looked at each other, then Tony with concern. He shrugged and hoped Y/N would allow herself to work through it all. Without a word the three agreed to keep a close eye on her.

Winnie started making sandwiches for lunch, knowing that they would be hungry and tired when they made it home. She also put in an order with George's favorite Italian restaurant to deliver dinner. She didn't want to have to worry about cooking when her husband would need her.

When George, Steve and Bucky arrived they were all tired and messy from the fight. They sat down to eat and gave Y/N all the details then went to take showers and rest for awhile before the remaining families descended on the Barnes residence to work out what comes next.

Chapter 16

@bigphattygyal @cjand10 @lokiandbuckysdolldoll

@kimomoraba @avery199 @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @esposadomd

@sebsgirl71479

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #mob!au #angst with a happy ending

[inkblot22]

It Leeches Under The Skin

So I promise I am not obsessed with anything, but I definitely am going to be a bit more self-indulgent with this miniseries. Also I spent several hours staring at pictures of abandoned pools so that was kind of cool.

I'm going to try something new and put the target audience here. This part is aimed at gender neutral readers (they/them pronouns wooo,) and can be read as afab or amab, as there is no smut whatsoever in this section. I'll see if I can keep the body ambiguous enough for later parts, but it may come at a cost to writing quality as my skills are lacking.

TW for mentions of gambling, contracts with Azul (selling your soul to the devil), human hunting, if you squint, blood, biting, verbal abuse, reader is bad at swimming, Floyd and Jade because they freak me out and I know I'm not the only one. If you squint, there may be some primal play, but like I said there is no smut.

It was a little odd. Entirely predictable, but also a little odd. Their best friend and roommate seldom thought his plots and plans through all the way, and of course they bore the brunt of the collateral.

Well. It’s well-deserved, they supposed. Expect trouble and you’ll get it, after all. They only wished it wouldn’t cost this much.

“Prefect? Are you listening?” Azul’s kind voice broke through their thoughts, but it was so easy to lapse back into the comfort of their mind.

What did he do this time? Oh, yes. Grim just gambled away all their savings and won nothing in return. The Lounge already had the seedy vibes of a speakeasy, why wouldn’t they also have a gambling table? Regardless, he’d racked up enough debt and was unable to pay it back, so the Leech twins had paid them a visit, perhaps hoping that they’d have some stash of money somewhere to pay.

They would, had it not been what Grim used to gamble. They sighed and stared at the cup of tea in front of them.

“Prefect, I thought you enjoyed tea. If you don’t like that blend, we can get you another one.” Azul said, “You seem lost in your thoughts. I hope all is well?”

“Not really. I’m about to sell my soul to the devil.”

“I’m hardly the devil. Besides, the main stipulation of this contract is simply that you let Floyd take you swimming tomorrow night.”

They didn’t trust that at all. They snatched the contract from Azul, and sure enough, in big, bold letters, they read the requirement of going swimming. 

“There’s a problem.” They said, scanning over the rest of the contract and not finding anything particularly bad within, “Two problems.”

“What would those be?”

“Well, I want you to guarantee Grim’s safety,” They passed the contract back to Azul. “Also I can’t swim.”

“That’s not a problem, prefect.” Azul spread his hands in a relaxed, placating gesture, “I have potions and other implements to help with that. It’s a non-issue.”

“Alright, then. And what’s the thing about hanging out with Floyd later on as well?”

“It’s only a clause, don’t worry. If he gets bored, then it won’t matter.”

They had to narrow their eyes at that one, kind of unsure about this. Still, the chances of him growing bored was about a 50% chance,

“Okay… Fix that part about Grim and I’ll sign it.”

Azul’s writing was quick but not one bit less neat. They signed the contract and Jade placed it in the safe, then poked his head out of the Lounge’s office.

Floyd strolled in, holding Grim. His face broke into a big grin when he saw them sitting there.

“Hey, Shrimpy!” He unceremoniously dropped Grim and got in their face, smiling even wider, “Why are you gettin’ so sweaty? I can smell you all the way from over here!”

“You’re…” They turned their head away, grimacing, “You’re really close, actually.”

“Hee hee… I know.”

“Are we gonna pretend that he didn’t just drop me or what?” Grim bristled and walked over, climbing onto the couch and taking a seat, “You guys are so rude!”

“Sorry, Grimmy-wimmy-two-toes.” They cooed at him, squishing his cheeks and giggling as he swatted them away, “Did you break anything other than your pride?”

Floyd stood, picking up the prefect's untouched tea and sniffing it, “Ugh.”

“Well, since this meeting is over, I trust you’ll be in the natatorium at eight tomorrow?”

“Eight? Is it going to go past curfew?” The prefect asked.

“Yes. I am sure this is also not an issue.” Azul’s eyes glanced at Grim and they swallowed, narrowing their eyes and frowning.

“Yeah… no problem.”

~*~

After classes, Jade dropped off what appeared to be an overnight bag, including a terrible swimsuit. It sort of looked like a chitinous layer, a silvery brownish color with panels sewn together like the plates of a crustacean. Not a very funny joke, honestly. There was no clause in the contract that they could remember that required them to wear this, but they also couldn’t remember, so they put it on anyways and rifled through the rest of the bag. There were painkillers, a pair of water wings, a few potions that they would not be imbibing, a new toothbrush and tube of toothpaste, travel soap that smelled like Floyd's cologne (yuck), and a few pairs of underwear. How he had gotten their sizes correct was something they chose not to ponder for long.

The walk to the natatorium was sort of slow. Maybe it was just their reluctance to go through on this, the concern of what the night would hold fresh in the forefront of their mind. 

It wasn’t that they disliked Floyd by any means. They honestly thought he was okay, and other than the incidents before Azul overblotted, they hadn’t really had to consider him a threat of any kind. There was that primal part of their brain, long suppressed through years and years of being the apex species in their world, that sometimes whispered that they needed to get away from him when he looked at them a certain way, or made a certain noise or movement… Little things that unsettled them but were easily ignored. 

The natatorium was unlocked. They stopped in the locker room and took off their overclothes, leaving them in the swimsuit and the pair of cheap flip-flops they’d gotten off of Ace. The flip-flops were too big on them, but he assured them that he could just get a new pair whenever. It was nice of him.

The pool room was silent and dark. The water was uncovered and completely still, but they couldn’t see Floyd anywhere. They took a seat on the edge of the pool, dipping their legs in the water and blowing up the water wings. They kicked their legs and waited.

Something shot out of the water, grabbing them by the shoulders and pulling them down in the water. They didn’t even have time to scream before their head went under and whatever it was released them.

The water wings ensured that they popped back up on the surface, gasping for air and shaking. They struggled to paddle to the edge of the pool but something grabbed their ankle and pulled them back underwater.

Clawing at the air uselessly, the prefect went back under, no sound other than a cut off scream escaping them this time. When they popped back up, head and arms above water, they heard snakey-sounding laughter. Their head whipped around, panicked, before they saw him.

Floyd was leaning against the pool wall, grinning in his true form with his head slightly tilted. All they could see of him was his silhouette, highlighted by the moonlight shining through the large windows of the natatorium, and his glowing eyes, one gold and one silver. He kept laughing as they slowly paddled to the other side of the pool and hugged the wall, turning to shoot him a glare.

“You’re really bad at tag, Shrimpy.” He said before they could say anything.

“Tag?”

“Yup. We were playing tag. It’s boring to be 'it' all the time, you know.”

“Floyd, I can barely even see you. How-”

“If we turn on the lights, we’ll get caught. It’s more fun this way, too.”

“But I can’t be 'it' if it’s dark. I can’t see you.”

He shrugged and slipped into the water, the only visible part of him becoming those glowing eyes, “That’s too bad, Shrimpy. Better start swimming.”

They were so bad at swimming, legs paddling in futility as they tried to get to the deep end of the pool. The water was black as ink under them, feeling endless. They felt a motion below them and disgust crawled up their throat as they paddled faster. It was slow moving, they waved their arms through the water and spat up the saltwater that got in their mouth. 

If it was, in fact, Floyd circling underneath them, he was simply toying with them now. The motion they felt went still as they got to the other side and they paused to catch their breath. 

The room was silent under their heavy breathing. They looked around and felt the sweat bead on their neck and shoulders, under their arms and at their hairline as they wondered when he would catch up or pull them under. Nothing of the sort happened.

They kept paddling towards the edge of the pool so they could lean on the wall instead of feeling so unsteady with these waterwings on. As they splashed slowly towards the wall, they relaxed infinitesimally.

An arm shot up in front of them, webbed hand grabbing their face as a sharp, spiking pain lanced around their shoulder. They screamed as they were pulled under, the breath they were expelling turning into nothing but bubbles.

They could hear giggling, sort of like the sound of pebbles sifting underwater, and he let them go again. Their head popped above water and they gasped for air, touching their shoulder and wincing as the saltwater tickled the wound there. Their fingers came back smeared with a dark substance and they began paddling faster, climbing out of the pool as soon as they could.

“Man, you got the water all dirty. It smells like blood now.” Floyd’s voice startled them and they looked around.

They couldn’t see him, not from wherever he was. Their lips quivered and voice shook as they spoke.

“You… you bit me.”

“Uh, duh, Shrimpy. Why do humans gotta have such thin skin anyways? It makes it harder to do fun stuff.”

“What the hell are you even saying? You can’t run around biting people!”

“I don’t,” He said, plainly. They could almost make out his silhouette in the water, or at least see the ripples as he moved towards them, “Well, since you wanna be lame and complain about a little bite, guess we gotta get out of the pool now.” 

He hefted himself up onto the lip of the pool and popped the cork on something. They could hear him swallowing and then they could see his teal scales change into pale skin. He frowned at them and that primal part of their brain whispered that they should run.

They swallowed and stood up, frowning and clutching their shoulder, “I… I’m gonna go find a first aid kit.”

They turned on their heel and Floyd pulled them back by the seat of their swimsuit.

“You’re kinda stupid,” He mused, “You were gonna walk into the pool again. Do you wanna keep swimming?”

“No!” They yanked away and waved their foot in front of them, ensuring that the floor was solid, “I already told you that I can’t see, Floyd.”

He giggled again as you entered the locker room and gathered your clothes.

You hoped he was bored, but it was an asinine and frivolous wish.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #tw: dark content #tw: dark themes #tw: yandere #yandere #twst #tw verbal abuse #tw insults #tw hunting #tw human hunting #tw contracts with Azul #yandere floyd leech #yandere floyd leech x reader #tw floyd leech #tw jade leech #tw biting #tw blood #liminal spaces described in writing #tw primal play #primal play

[runefactoryfourimagines]

How would Arthur react to his s/o after a nightmare? And how would he react if they comforted him after one himself?? Thank you for your hard work!

Awe! Thank you so much! I just got around to playing the game again and I fell in love with it all over again! Enjoy!

WHEN YOU HAVE A NIGHTMARE

You woke up in the middle of the night with sweat rolling down your brows. The same nightmare has plagued you for weeks, and you are unsure what to do. You feel scared and anxious, and you don't know where to turn for help. You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down, but you can't stop the images from your mind. You tell yourself that tomorrow will be a better day.

It was hard enough to get Arthur to go to sleep, so you didn't want to bother him. Despite your efforts to not wake him, you felt him stir in the bed beside you. Your panicked breathing must have woke him. You held your breath, hoping that he would go back to sleep but he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

Arthur reached over and turned the bedside lamp on, grabbing his glasses and slipping them on.

"What's the matter, darling?" He asked with a yawn.

"N-Nothing," you stammered and wiped your brow. "I've been having the same nightmare for weeks. I kept dreaming about your passing and it was terrible. I know that it won't happen for a while, but the thought scares me to death."

"Awe, darling," he soothed softly as he got out of bed and took your hand. "Come. I'll make you some tea and we can talk more about it, yeah?"

WHEN HE HAS A NIGHTMARE

It was common for Arthur to stay up late. Despite knowing it was harmful to his health, he needed to get some extra work done sometimes. There was something a little different about tonight. He found himself unable to focus. His thoughts were racing and he couldn't seem to get anything done. He decided that he should stop and get some rest. So, he did.

His sleep lasted maybe five hours before he jolted awake and sat up straight. He had been dreaming of a nightmare, one in which he was being chased by a mysterious figure in the darkness. He was breathing heavily and felt a deep sense of dread in his chest. His dream was so vivid and real that his body reacted to it as if he was actually being chased. His heart raced and his breathing was rapid, as if he was in a real state of fear.

You stirred at the quick movement on your husband's side of the bed. When you heard his heavy breathing, you opened your eyes and sat up as you stretched out your muscles. Seeing Arthur in such a state, your expression softened. You reached over and pulled him into your embrace as your fingers ran through his hair.

"It's okay," you assured him as he wrapped his arms around you to catch his bearings. It hurt you to see him like this. "You're safe. I'm right here."

#answer #rune factory 4 #rf4 #rf4 x reader #rf4 arthur #rf4 arthur x reader #rune factory 4 arthur #dapper-comedy

[little-den]

✨Nuptials ✨

This a compilation of phrases, moments and my own comments (all with a bit of context, of course) of the my Baxter x Gin fic comission

(Not posting all the fic since i don't want to translate it, it's 3856 words long, so pass)

Fic by: Jessy Sasia in fb

Purple: Context

Blue: My comments

Baxter to a couple who hired him:

"[...] My mission is to create an unforgettable memory for you. And yours is to live that dream come true"

Very professional of him, i can see him saying that every first session with his clients

Baxter remembering the moments when he danced with Gin

Looking into her eyes made him feel that there was a universe within other universes, and that made him feel intrigued, and also fascinated. To know that there were innumerable circumstances in which he had no control. In which, there was no choice but to let go.

I love that description!!! somehow it reminded me that they have a sun x moon dynamic where Gin is the sun unlike with the others that she is more the moon part.

Baxter finally called Gin just to coordinate wedding stuff and both acted super professionally, pretending they didn't know each other almost to end of the call when Gin just couldn't more..

Gin: "Hey.... I hope you're doing well, it's nice to hear from you again. Have a nice night, Baxter"

And immediately hanging up without giving him a chance to respond

That was so cool from her!!! Imitate his way of aproaching the call, and break it in the end to just left him there stunned by what just happend

Why was she giving Baxter those hints? He didn't have to know the focus of her life, let alone whether or not if she was in a relationship.

But that boy who had captivated her, smiled with poorly concealed mischief when he understood what she meant. Why couldn't Baxter be like most boys, unable to understand the message between the lines?

I totally can imagine what expression is he making totally in this part. My poor Gin baby starting to overthink and getting flustered, she is so adorable.

Gin: "Tell me... what were you going to do if I didn't realize it was you on the phone?" she asked mischievously, getting up from her chair.

Baxter smiled some more, shoulders slumping.

Baxter: "I didn't think of that; It's something that happens to me when you're in the equation”

Yes! Confront him bby! and i live for Baxter being meek around her on those times

She clossed the distance bit by bit, and after a bit of talk she kissed him

—"And why was that?" Baxter questioned, tilting his head again again.

—"I don't know… When you said goodbye, it was like I had several options in my mind… and I didn't do this, even though I wanted to. I don't want to keep repressing this; I had to give it some closure,” she added, calmly taking two steps back, leaving Baxter somewhat stunned.

—"It will be a pleasure working with you," Gin said, looking a little wistful, but somehow released, without further ado, she turned to leave.

—"Will I see you again?" Baxter asked, again, with an impulsiveness that only came from him when he was near her.

There was another silence, just as Gin was about to open the door.

—It was your choice to walk away; If you want to see me, it will also have to be your choice," she said [...]

Gin returned to her studio

[...] until she felt the vibration on her phone; something that made her pull it out to open the message and see the text.

Baxter: Would you like to go to dinner tomorrow?

GURL!?!? What a way to speedrun reconecting with Baxter, A bussiness call, a 20-30 min not so professional reunion, a kiss and you have him back? maybe not in dating terms but to a talking stage is awesome.

But honest if anyone pulled a move like that to me especially her, i'll be back in matter of seconds.

And that last dialoge of Gin? Cheff kiss

Note: Gin may seem super confident there, but i bet she sent panic voice notes after asking for help to the group chat, when the first call ended announcing he is back and what she should do for the next meeting, leaving the meeting " I...I... I kissed him!!! oh no... i bet i made him uncomfortable, and he wont be working with me. Did i ruined the couple wedding?" and lastly after the text message "I did in fact not ruined a wedding, but i'm going to have dinner with him tomorrow.... What do i do now?"

Everyone in the chat stunned by how fast this is going

#our life #our life beginnings & always #oc #baxter #baxter ward #olba #fanfic

[ragingclaw]

The Door to Harmony (Harvey x OC)

Summary: How a single sound can annoy Harvey. | Based on Harvey's dialogue: "As summer draws to a close, and the colder season begins, my workload tends to increase. Sorry in advance if I'm a little moody..."

Word Count: 1506

AN: I tried to write angst but I just can't so I'll just call this a fic with a little bit of ✨ sazon ✨

Four times.

Four times the door had swung open. Four times the door had creaked amidst the silence of their farmhouse. It was only 5 PM after all, and Harvey knew that Hiraya was very busy considering they were in the middle of Fall; he had seen earlier the state of their farm and knew that all of the crops were ready to be harvested. Yet the sound of the door creaking repeatedly drove Harvey insane.

Harvey tried not to bring the stress of his work to their home, considering it was the only place where he ever felt safe and at ease. And with them being a family of three, Harvey knew that it would be a bad idea as babies can easily pick up on their parent’s emotions.

Still, all of those things weren’t enough to stop him from getting annoyed at a sound that he was used to hearing. He didn’t know why it irritated him so much. He’d opened a new model plane to distract his mind from the door and it still wasn’t enough. Taking a deep breath, he rubbed the bridge of his nose to try and calm himself when suddenly…

Creak

In a matter of seconds, Harvey had found himself walking as fast as he could towards Hiraya, who he found rummaging through one of the kitchen cabinets. “Honey. Aya. How many times are you going to open that door?”

A confused expression was written on her face as she turned to look at him. “What?”

“The door! You’ve been coming in and out of the house five times now! The door is so damn loud!” Harvey exclaimed, unable to stop himself from raising his voice.

Hiraya scratched her head, smiling as she stood up to face him. “I’m sorry. I, uh- I keep forgetting stuff-”

“Well do something about it then! Write it on a paper or something!” he yelled, instantly regretting it when he saw Hiraya jump from the sudden change in his tone. His hand reached out to her, pulling away seconds when he saw her shoulders slump subtly. “Aya,” he started but was soon interrupted when they both heard their son cry in the kid’s room.

“I’m sorry.” Hiraya forced a smile, “I’ll go and tend to Danny.” Left alone standing in the kitchen, Harvey’s mind began to doubt his ability to become a husband and a father. Fear immediately consumed his thoughts; the fear of losing his family, the fear of failing to keep the promise that he made on their wedding day, and the fear of losing Hiraya. Those things had plagued his mind to the point that he did not notice Hiraya walking towards him.

“Harvey?”

Turning in her direction, Harvey opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by her. “We’ll be spending the night in Ridgeside. We fixed up an old farm in the northern part and the two gumballs decided to let me have it. I won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.”

“Aya, please. Let me-”

“Harvey,” he sensed a sadness in her voice, “you have work tomorrow. You should go and catch up on some sleep. I’ll stop by and pick up Danny before you leave, he likes to watch me run around the farm anyway and it’d be good to get him out once in a while.”

Hiraya placed a peck on his cheek, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night, Harvey.”

As soon as the door shut behind Hiraya, Harvey felt his chest tighten as he made his way to their bedroom, changing his clothes lazily before dragging himself to bed. Not a second had passed and the tears that he had been holding back now fell freely on his temples, grabbing the pillow his wife used and hugged it tightly to his chest.

-

A bright light shining on his eyes caused Harvey to stir awake, rubbing his face only to realize he had fallen asleep the night before wearing his glasses and watch. While he recalled yesterday’s event, he caught a glimpse of the time. 10:49 AM

The fact that he had woken up late sent him running around the house, changing his clothes as quickly as he could. His usual 10-minute walk from the farmhouse to town was cut down to a 3-minute sprint.

He thought he had broken the door to his clinic when he slammed it open, while a confused but frowning Maru and a startled Marnie and Jas welcomed him. “I’m sorry I’m super late! Give me a few minutes to prepare.”

Maru’s frown turned into concern when she realized that her boss’ eyes were puffy. Raising her eyebrow, Maru waited for Harvey to notice, only for him to shake his head and head straight into his office. Marnie seemed to notice it as well as she shifted her eyes to Maru, who shrugged in response.

A couple of checkups and a pile of paperwork later, Harvey decided that he would close the clinic early. He had sent Maru home early, making up an excuse that they both know would not even fool a child. He was thankful that Maru did not probe after asking why was he late, though she gave him a sharp look before leaving the clinic.

With his mind now clear from work, Harvey took his time walking back to their home, dreading what Hiraya would say to him the moment she sees his face. The thoughts that he had from the night before invaded his mind once again, though this time a lone thought was louder than the others. What if she realizes she doesn’t love me?

Stopping in his tracks, he felt sick to his stomach at the thought that the love of his life leaving him. The person who brought hope and joy to his life, walking away from the life that they built after finally realizing that she deserves better. 

“You okay there?” a voice asked. Looking at where the voice came from, he saw Gregory holding a basket full of vegetables.

“Y-yeah.”

“Nice! We just got back from Ridgeside, there are still things left to do but we’ll save it for next week. Here, have a bok choy for good luck. I also found this perfect rock, you can have it as well.” the younger Fitzgerald took his arm and placed a bok choy in his hand, and then shoved the rock inside his bag.

“Uh, thanks. Did Aya come home with you?”

Gregory nodded. Both of them stood in silence, unsure whether to continue their conversation. For Harvey, the bok choy suddenly looked interesting when Gregory stared at him with amusement. The latter then decided to break the silence. “Fights happen, you know that don’t you? Marriage isn’t rainbows and sunshine.”

“I know.”

“Believe me when I say that the only thing that can push her to the edge is when you dull the blade of one of her knives,” Gregory laughed, “Seriously. Go home and be with your family, they’re waiting for you.”

Gregory placed his hands on his shoulders and pushed him lightly. Upon opening the door, he noticed that the creaking sound was gone, though his attention turned to Hiraya descending the stairs carrying a laundry basket.

“Honey. You’re home early,” Hiraya greeted, “Let me load these clothes in the washer and then I’ll set the table.”

Hiraya hadn’t even made it halfway through the kitchen when she felt Harvey grab her arm. “Listen, I’m sorry about yesterday. I didn’t mean to yell at you, I really didn’t. I know I should’ve told you that it bothered me, but instead, I opened my mouth like a fool and took my irritation out on you. I hope you can forgive me.”

Harvey hadn’t realized he was crying until he felt Hiraya pull him into a hug, prompting him to wrap his arms around her tightly in return. Her hand gently caressed his hair, reassuring him repeatedly as he sobbed in her arms. They stayed in each other’s embrace for a while, Hiraya planting kisses all over his face as she continued to console him.

“Harvey, you apologized. That’s enough for me.” Hiraya murmured, wiping the tears away from his face, “I should’ve been more considerate of you, not everyone handles stress the way I do. I promise to do better next time honey, okay?”

He shook his head. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You couldn’t have known I was having a bad day, I should’ve communicated-”

“Honey, stop. We both did something, and we’re going to talk through it after you’ve had dinner. Alright?” Harvey nodded, “I’ll just finish this and reheat the food, you don’t need to do anything other than freshen up and relax.”

Pulling away after a kiss, Harvey watched Hiraya make her way down the basement, only for her to stop and turn to him, her expression that of someone trying to hold in their laughter.

“Honey, why were you holding that bok choy the entire time?”

For Yoba’s sake, Gregory.

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