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moon-rivr · 3 months

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woven in cartier

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

contents: one bed (i love that trope sry not sry), miguel teaches reader spanish 🥸, fingering (yes again), nipple play, and oral (f receiving)

author’s note: sugar daddy miguel just has a special place in my heart as a broke college student 😫

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million dollar man (part one)

Miguel had gotten the flights for Cabo late since he figured you two could just start sightseeing in the morning. Despite the fact that you assured him arriving an hour beforehand was good enough to get the whole check-in process done, he still insisted on arriving three hours early to the airport. You held back from teasing him when he complained about the two hours that the two of you had to wait for loading, though you couldn't help the self-satisfied smile that came across your face. "Ay okay, I get it. I'll shorten the time to an hour and a half next time," he told you, poking your cheek after noticing your expression.

"Do you mind putting my suitcase up there?" You asked him, taking advantage of how easy it would be for him to just extend his hands and reach the overhead bin. "Yeah, just go ahead and take a seat," he responded, taking your carry-on and setting it up there with his own. You buckled yourself in the seat, the amount of space in the first class area allowing for you to recline back as much as you wanted.

You would've never been able to picture a couple months ago that the first time you'd be flying would be in first class, or that you'd even be going out to a vacation at all. You couldn't help but think back on all the worry you'd had when you first joined the website, the thought almost amusing now that you're here with Miguel.

"Hey, you okay?" Miguel's voice seemed like the calm in the storm, his voice serving as something that grounded you. "It's just my first time flying, I'll get over it," you assured him, your leg bouncing up and down at the anticipation of when it would take off. miguel reached over, his hand clasping over yours as his thumb ran small circles over your fingers.

"You'll be fine, don't worry. I've got you, mi cielo. Let me know if you need to pop your ears or anything, I got some gum back at the gift shop," he whispered, his voice just soothing enough to calm you down. You nodded, taking a couple of deep breaths as the plane started to move down the runaway.

You tapped on his shoulder after a couple minutes of being up in the air, asking him for the piece of gum now. He took the pack out of his pocket, handing it over to you. You grabbed one of the pieces, unraveling the gum out from the plastic packaging and stuck it in your mouth in hopes that it would ease with the change in altitude.

You handed the pack of gum back to him, his attention on you just to make sure that the sensation wasn't too bad. After a couple minutes of chewing, the pressure in your ears began to build up before eventually releasing in a 'pop.' You were able to relax with much more ease, your head resting against Miguel's until you eventually fell asleep.

"Hey, wake up. You slept for most of the ride," you heard in the distance, your eyes opening up to see that the plane was slowly beginning its descent into the airport. "Thanks for letting me sleep on your shoulder, I hope it wasn't too uncomfortable for you," you told him, rubbing your eyes as you tried to get rid of the tired feeling coursing throughout your body.

"You don't need to thank me, I'd give you everything that your little heart desired and more if you asked," he told you, unbuckling his seatbelt once the light above the two of you turned on. "The time's 11:39 PM and we just landed in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. Please stay seated until the plane has come to an immediate stop," you heard above you, the pilot's voice coming through the small speaker.

"Swear I told them to give us two beds," Miguel spoke up after coming inside the hotel room to only notice one king sized bed in the middle of the bed. The two of you had touched on some lines of intimacy, but it'd never went as far to where the two of you shared a bed together. "I don't mind if you don't mind. Plus I'm guessing that all the rooms are full," you assured him, placing your suitcase in the corner of the room.

"You sure? I don't wanna push you into anything you're not ready for," he told you, setting his suitcase down next to yours. "I don't mind like I said, plus you'll be like my own body heater," you teased, taking your pajamas out of your suitcase and heading into the bathroom to change.

Despite the fact that he'd fingered you inside of a dressing room and almost made you cum, changing in front of him and sharing a bed almost seemed like something too intimate for the situation the two of you were in. But, you couldn't imagine yourself wanting to do these things with anyone else after experiencing what Miguel is like.

You came back to see that Miguel had changed into a pair of grey sweats, his upper body completely exposed to your ogling eyes. You saw a pendant hanging around his neck, a image of the little girl you'd seen around his house inside. His upper body was hairy in a way that didn't make him seem unkempt, but rather made him even more attractive if that was even possible.

You laid down next to him, the feeling of the sheets underneath you cooling down the warmth that lit up inside you just by being in such close contact with Miguel. "You don't have to sleep by the edge, ven pa' acá," he spoke gently, his arms inviting you to sleep closer to him when you turned to face him. (come over here) You scooted over next to him, his hands wrapping closely around you as he kissed your forehead.

"You sure this is okay? I can sleep on that sofa if you want me to," he murmured, his eyes meeting yours as he waited for your response. Your eyes drifted over to the sofa on the corner of the room, the size of it looking like it would barely fit you comfortably. "You'd probably fall and break your hip, old man. I like having you next to me anyways," you told him, your head nestled against his chest.

"Buenos dias. We're going out to a dolphin boat ride later just so you know," Miguel greeted you as you opened your eyes, the smell of pancakes overtaking your nostrils. You sat up on the bed, noticing that Miguel had brought you breakfast and set it down on the nightstand next to you. A combination of eggs and pancakes along with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. You figured you might as well indulge in it while it was still warm before getting in the shower to get ready.

"Thanks," you spoke up, letting out a yawn before getting up from the bed. You sat down on the sofa with your plate of food, savoring the taste of the pancakes with every bite that you took. You'd never get accustomed to the feeling of living luxuriously, no matter if it was something as minuscule as just eating pancakes. Miguel laid down on the bed and scrolled through the tv, wearing a white t-shirt along with the grey sweats from last night. You weren't sure of why, but just the thought that he woke up and immediately got dressed just to get you breakfast caused butterflies to take flight in your stomach.

You heard the bathroom door close behind you but you didn't think too much about it, Miguel's hands finding your waist once you finished getting undressed. "Do you mind if I join you in the shower? It'll be less of a water waste, y'know," he asked you, his hands forming small circles on your waist.

You were already pretty certain you did want him in there, but the way that his touch electrified your skin with every caress turned that into a definite yes. "I mean since you're offering to save the planet, what kind of monster would I be if I said no," you told him with a teasing tone in your voice, opening the curtain to get in. He followed suit behind you, letting out a small chuckle at your words.

"Look at us being quite the environmentalists," he retorted, the cool water hitting both of you when you turned on the faucet. The water pressure was much more different than what you were used to, even that was much better than the shitty shower head you had back at your place. You were surprised to find the soap that you used, turning around to look at Miguel with a raised brow.

"No era nada, I was just in the store and I was aware of the trip. Thought you might've liked to have your soap than the standard bar of soap," he brushed it off, dismissing it as if it weren't a big deal. (it wasn't anything) But for someone who hadn't had that kind of effort out into them, it was a gesture that you appreciated.

"Would spend every last penny in my bank account if it meant i got to see you like this everyday," he mumbled against your neck, his hands coming up to your breasts. You moved your head back to give him more access to your neck, his lips eager to take every inch that you were giving him.

His thumbs pinched your nipples as his lips hovered above your neck, his lips closing around your pulse point as he kissed it. You could feel yourself forming into putty just by the motion of his hands, the way that he was touching you was too enticing to not give in. His mouth moved down to your breasts, engulfing your left one as his hand played with your right one.

His movements were in sync, his tongue rolling around your nipple around the same time that his thumb and pointer pinched around the other one. Your hands went down to his wet hair, the strands at the ends taking their natural wavy form. Your fingers dug into his scalp, but he didn't seem to mind the sting given the moan he released around your nipple.

He pressed a kiss to your breast before exchanging places with his hand, his tongue swirling around your right areola with the same eagerness that he'd shown for the other one. "Don't stop, please," you whined, the pleasure that he was providing your nipples going down to your cunt.

"Get against the wall for me, mamita," he told you, pulling away from your breast with a 'pop.' You did as told, his hands spreading your ass apart once he'd kneeled down. His tongue lapped up the slick that was leaking out of you from the attention he'd given to your nipples, running a stripe up from your hole to your clit. His tongue plunged inside of your vagina, eagerly lapping at the slick dripping down out of you.

His tongue came up to your clit, swirling around the nub before his mouth connected to it. He started to suck on your clit, his tongue occasionally moving around it while his finger went into you. Your slick coated his finger every time he pushed it in and out of you, the angle that he was curling it allowing stimulation to your g-spot.

"Oh fuck," you muttered underneath your breath, your body pressed up against the cold tiles while he kneeled behind you. His tongue felt like the most delicious form of torture, each swipe getting you closer and closer to cloud nine. The feeling of the cold water hitting your body as well as the warmth you felt igniting inside of you as he buried his head into your pussy was enough to make you delirious. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to that orgasm, your hips pushing back against miguel's face to meet his movements. "Miguel, you told me to alert you thirty minutes before the boat ride," you heard Lyla, Miguel's phone assistant chime in.

The moment was ruined the second that Lyla spoke up, Miguel's head removing itself from your cunt as he stood up. "Alright, thank you," he spoke loudly enough for the assistant to recognize, the alarm that he'd set up turning off. "Now I'm starting to feel like you're doing all this on purpose," you grumbled, getting off from the wall as you reluctantly reached for the bottle of body wash. "Maybe I am. It's so fun seeing you get all annoyed when your orgasm gets ripped away," he responded, his eyes crinkling in amusement at the glare you gave him. He lathered some soap onto your back, his large hands rubbing it in effectively.

You got dressed in a rush as the alarm on his phone kept beeping, alerting that the two of you would be dangerously close to missing the ride. You grabbed the Chanel bag that he'd bought beforehand, following Miguel out of the hotel. You could've sworn the ghost of a smile creeped up on his face when he saw you with the purse, the color coordinated with the outfit you'd chosen for today. The two of you managed to arrive at the dock before the boat had a chance to take off, the tour guide giving you both a dirty look as they let you guys in.

The boat took off shortly after the two of you sat down, the tour guide speaking through the megaphone about what you assumed were some of the landmarks in the area. After seeing your puzzled expression, Miguel took it upon himself to be your translator of sorts.

"He's just saying that they offer swimming with dolphins after the tour if you're interested in that," Miguel finished up, the boat slowing down as some dolphins came out into view. "Y'know, they're actually pretty cruel animals so I don't get the whole excitement," Miguel muttered in your ear, his hands wrapped around your waist as he stood behind you while you pointed the dolphins out. "You're the one who paid for this so don't blame me for getting excited."

"¿Quieren una foto juntos?" you heard from behind you, a woman looking at the two of you with a smile. (you guys want a picture?) "Si no es mucho problema," Miguel told the woman, passing her the cellphone with the camera app already set up. (if it's not too much of a problem) Miguel kneeled down a bit to be at your level, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he smiled.

As corny as it was, a dolphin managed to jump up at the same time that the woman clicked on the camera. "Muchas gracias," Miguel thanked the woman after she was done, the woman shrugging it off with a smile. "No era problema. Ustedes me hacen acordar de mi marido y yo." (it wasn't a problem. you guys remind me of my husband and me)

The rest of the boat ride was pretty peaceful, the currents proving to be pretty weak at this time of the day. You went with Miguel down to the bar when the boat turned around to head back to the dock, sitting down on the stool next to him. "Hola, ¿Qué tal? Me puede dar uno de tequila porfa," Miguel ordered, the bartender nodding and getting to work immediately. (hey, how's it going? can i get one of tequila please)

"What do you want to drink?" Miguel asked, turning to look at you as you glanced through the menu board. "I'll just get a virgin cosmo," you responded, looking up from the drink board over to him. You couldn't help but feel a bit of at a disadvantage hearing Miguel speak so fluently with the people around him while you were left to try to piece the words together.

"You mind if I ask why you chose Cabo out of all the vacation spots? Just curious why you chose this one," you inquired, taking a sip from your cocktail before shifting your attention up to him. He stayed quiet, his gaze going from you to the boat windows before he took a swig of his drink.

"I chose Cabo because it was my daughter's favorite place to come to. Before she passed away, I took her to different vacation destinations such as Greece and Italy but she took a liking to this place. Despite it being a tourist spot, I'm guessing it's because it helped her connect to her roots more," he responded after a couple seconds, his gaze coming back over to you after he was finished speaking.

"I know I haven't really spoken to you about her all that much, partly because it just hurts so much to think about her in the past tense. Like as a memory rather than a person. But you're a special part of my life now, and I thought you would've liked to know more about her," he added, his hands playing with the rim of his glass.

You reached over, holding his hands in between your own. "I'd like to know as much as you feel comfortable sharing. Take things at your own pace, there's no time limit for how long you grieve her," You hoped your words were reassuring enough, since you didn't have any experience when it came to dealing with loss at that level.

"I appreciate the fact that you're willing to even listen. I know that you didn't exactly agree to be hearing about this kind of trauma when you signed up for that website," he seemed almost guilty in the way that he spoke, like he regretted sharing the burden with you.

"It may not be what I signed up for, but it doesn't mean that I see you any differently. If anything, I just see you as more resilient. Please don't ever hesitate in talking to me about what you're feeling," you assured him, bringing his hand up to your mouth and pressing a kiss. He seemed to appreciate the gesture, giving you one of his rare smiles before going back to drinking his tequila.

The two of you went back out to the boat deck as the trip was coming to an end, enjoying the feeling of the light breeze against your skin. His hand was resting on your thigh throughout the duration, his touch only adding to the feeling of relaxation that you felt.

The boat stopped by the dock, Miguel allowing for the rest of the guests to get out before he helped you up. He held your hand and guided you back to the hotel, his pace matching yours so as to not rush you. "You wanna out to the hotel jacuzzi? You were really excited to put on that new bathing suit you bought," he asked you, referring to the new Louis Vuitton one you'd bought a couple months back.

"Yeah, we can do that. I might need you to help me pick one out since I bought a new one from Victoria Secret the last time we went," you responded, following him inside the elevator once it opened. "Surprised you managed to get any shopping done during that last trip," he mumbled underneath his breath, pressing the button for the fourth floor.

You felt a bit flustered as he brought that back up, since the two of you just kept brushing over the sexual tension like it wasn't anything too serious. "Surprised you came up with that lie so fast," you tried to tease him back, but your words didn't have the same effect that his did. He let out a small laugh, following you out of the elevator as the two of you headed to them room.

You placed the two sets in front of him, hoping that he’d give you a concrete answer to settle your dilemma. "Well, I think they'd both look good on you," he offered his bit of advice though it wasn't helpful to you while you were struggling. "That doesn't make the decision any easier. just help me pick one out," you practically whined, his expression remaining the same as he leaned against the headboard.

"Think I'll have to see you try them on just to make a good decision," he suggested, the smirk on his face doing nothing to hide the eagerness he felt towards that idea. You picked up the Louis one, changing in the bathroom before coming out to show him. You even went as far as doing a little twirl, receiving a whistle as a form of approval.

After doing the same with the Victoria Secret one, he seemed to be thinking about the decision harder than the last time you'd asked. "Go with the first one, you should save the one you're wearing right now for the beach tomorrow," he finally spoke, seeming to come to the conclusion that you'd made originally. You took off the set you were wearing now and changed into the Louis Vuitton one, coming back to see him changed into a pair of black swim trunks. He grabbed a towel and some flip flops for the both of you, locking the door once the two of you were outside.

You sat in between his legs, the warm jets hitting your skin to ease some of the tension that'd built up during your exams week. You leaned back against him, closing your eyes as you allowed yourself to just bask in his company for the time being. His hand gently traced circles on your thigh, your legs opening to give him as much access as he needed.

"So needy for me, muñequita. I left you all high and dry in the shower earlier hm?" His voice dropped an octave as he whispered into your ear, his hand coming to your inner thigh. You could only nod as his hand pushed the material of your bikini to the side, your cunt exposed for him.

You muffled a moan when Miguel turned one of the jets on, the water pressure hitting your clit at the angle that you were sitting at. "Answer me or I won't touch you, chula. Are you that needy just to have my fingers inside you?" He asked, his fingers just barely hovering above your vagina.

"Yes! Please, I've been thinking it about it since the shower. Could barely focus on those damn dolphins!" You exclaimed, eliciting a chuckle from him in response. He inserted one of his fingers into you, the water pressure proving itself to be a bit difficult. He quickly adjusted to that, establishing a good rhythm as he pushed his finger in and out of you.

His hand pulled away from your cunt abruptly as the door to the jacuzzi room opened up, a couple around your age appearing. They seemed to have a disappointed look on their face upon seeing you and Miguel, like they were planning on doing the same thing you'd done with him prior. "Think we ruined their plans," Miguel murmured in your ear when they walked away, thinking the same thing you had.

"Serves them for ruining our plans," you responded, feeling his erection hit your back the more you leaned into him. Despite the fact that he had a very evident hard on at this point, he did nothing to act upon it. The two of you decided to head back into the hotel room after the water had cooled down, your frustration evident when you stepped into the shower to freshen up.

"Hey, would you mind teaching me Spanish?" You asked him after the two of you finished showering, mostly doing nothing except relaxing in bed. "Any specific reason why you want to learn?" He inquired, looking over at you expectantly. "It's just, I feel like if im here in Mexico, I should at least do the minimum and learn a bit of Spanish instead of expecting everyone to be accommodating," you explained, his expression softening up a bit as he sat next to you.

"Alright, we're gonna go over some basic phrases just so you can get around. Now, I do have to say that it does change from region to region. Like while something means kid in one area, it can mean a completely different thing in another one," he let you know before he started with the mini lesson.

"Okay, so when you're speaking to someone with authority or someone older than you, you want to use 'usted.' But if you're talking to someone casually, like you're doing to me, then you can use 'tú.' It's more about respect than anything else," he started off, waiting for you to finish typing it out in your notes app before he started to speak once more. He went on to talk about how mostly everything was gendered in the language, with a few exceptions. Truth be told, he was proving to be more patient at this tutoring thing than you would've imagined.

"'¿Donde esta el baño?' is how you ask where the bathroom is, 'damas' or 'mujeres' indicates that it's for women," he added, gesturing for you to repeat what he was telling you. You couldn't help but notice the difference between the two of you as you spoke, the accent making all the difference. despite the fact, Miguel still looked proud of you for making the effort. "I know rolling the r's can be kind of difficult but it does kinda change what the topic you're talking about. Like with perra, you have to roll them otherwise it just sounds like you're asking for a fruit," he continued on, your notes app quickly filling up with the notes he was giving you.

"You're doing better than most tourists, don't worry. At least you're taking the initiative in trying to learn," he assured you, rubbing small circles on your back as you laid on your stomach. "You sure?" You were unsure of how well you were doing, since no matter how hard you'd tried in the past hour, you couldn't get the words to sound the same way that he made them sound. Though you knew that he had more experience with the language growing up, a part of you also felt a bit defeated from not being able to master the simple sentences that he'd given you earlier.

"You're not gonna learn it today, it's gonna take time. I'm willing to keep teaching you if that's something you want," he offered, like he wasn't already buried under enough responsibilities as it was at work. "I'll always make time for you, cielito lindo. Tu me importas mas que esos viejos arrugados del trabajo," he told you after you expressed your concern with how busy he was. (you matter more to me than those wrinkly old men from work) The two of you stayed quiet for a couple minutes, his hand gently running circles on your back. "Do you mind standing up for me? I have somewhat of a surprise for you," his request came out of the blue, but you obliged and got up from the bed.

"Stay still and close your eyes for me, muñeca," he told you, your eyes shutting once he was finished speaking. You were relying on your hearing to discern what he was doing, listening to the way that the bed creaked as he got up and the sound of the drawers opening.

You felt his body warmth behind you before he even touched you, your body being able to discern him in any environment you were in. "Alright, don't flinch. Got a snake in my hands," he muttered, his words eliciting a feeling of fear inside of you. You felt a cold metal against your chest, a small shiver running down your spine at the contact. "Alright, you can open your eyes now," he told you, stepping back to gauge for your reaction.

You were half-expecting him to be serious about the snake but when you looked down, you saw a gold necklace on you, his name adorning your neck. "I got the idea after seeing you with the nail. I wanted to get it in mexico since I wasn't too sure about the gold quality back in the states. I hope it's not too much," he told you, your hand coming up to touch the necklace like you wanted to make sure that it was real.

You turned around and faced him, a smile on your face as you hugged him. He still wasn't too good at receiving these sudden embraces, but he was getting better at being able to reciprocate them. His arms came down to your waist, holding you close to his body for a couple seconds. “I love it, thank you."

The words that you wanted to tell him were that you were starting to fall in love with him, but you decided to restrain yourself from admitting it. Swallowing them down felt like swallowing a bunch of dirt, the admission almost threatening to burst out of you with every day that passed by. You knew that you liked to spend time with him, but you never imagined that it would escalate to love.

The last thing that you needed to hear was that every gesture that he'd done was solely out of providing with his responsibility as a sugar daddy, that he only saw this as what it originally was. A transaction. How funny that you'd thought you'd be the one taking advantage of their feelings, without the consideration that you might be the one to catch feelings too.

You knew that Miguel had a tendency to destruct relationships whenever he felt like he was getting too close to a person, that he had enough on his shoulders without having to worry about his actions might inconvenience someone else. So you decided to simply settle for just being his sugar baby, despite how much you longed for his company in even the most mundane tasks.

The truth was a hard pill to swallow, knowing that you couldn't do anything about the love that was developing towards him despite the fact that every bone in your body was telling you to fuck the consequences and just admit it. But, you preferred to be in his life repressing these feelings than running the risk of just not being in his life at all.

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i-write-things · 9 months

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I'm just imagining how Elliot would react when he hears the farmer passed out in the mines. I imagine he's maybe hunched over a writing desk, candle by his side as he revels in the cozy writing atmosphere he created. Then suddenly, he gets word that his dear farmer passed out in the mines all battered up and bruised. I can see just a shocked writer face as he drops his writing utensil. After three seconds of utter shock and no one moving, he rushes out the door, faster than his legs have ran for probably ever. When he arrives at the hospital, he's all over Harvey, asking if you're ok, when you'll be out, if there's anything he can do, ect. The man sits in the waiting room anxiously waiting, his knee bouncing and his clenched fist hiding his nervous mouth chewing away at his bottom lip. Finally, when he sees you come out of the room, he rushes to you and starts questioning you. Are you ok? How much do you hurt? How sore are you? Why were you out in the mines like that if you could get this hurt? While he questions you, he gently examines your arm and face as if he was the doctor and not Harvey. After you reassure him three times that you're fine, the fear and worry fade. Then he gets a little upset, asking why you were being so reckless and things of that nature. Oh, you are getting the lecture the entire time he escorts you back to the farm. He also forces you to rest in bed. Oh, no no no. You're not moving from that spot. It doesn't matter what you're doing, you're staying there. You've done enough. He grabs you whatever you need, like food, water, ect. It isn't until your about to sleep that he tucks you in with a sigh, and apologizes for his behavior. He didn't mean to react so harshly, but you mean so much to him, he hopes you understand. But you're still not off the hook. He clings to you side for the next two days. Married? Good, he watches you from the house, and if you show any signs of soreness, he takes over and tells you to head inside while he tends the farm. Only dating? He'll visit you as often as possible, at least ten times daily. Oh, and there's no way in hell he's letting you go back in the mines until he is certain you'll be ok. After maybe two weeks at least will he begrudgingly let you go after he stocks you up on Energy Tonics and snacks. And don't you dare hesitate to leave the mines if you feel weak or tired. Because he'll start the process all over again. Please, please try to take care of yourself. The poor author doesn't need that kind of stress, his hair will fall out, and he loves his hair.

#Stardew valley #Stardew valley x reader #Elliott Stardew valley #Elliott x reader #Elliott x reader stardew valley #Elliott x farmer #farmer reader #injured reader #poor elliott doesn't need that kind of stress #I write for you #As a writer myself I can relate to him and I love him #I married him and I still love this man to this day

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redflagshipwriter · 2 months

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“Alright, have a good day.” Tim handed the clipboard back to a stone-faced delivery guy and took the package from Miss Fox back to his technology lair. He got a glass of water on the way down and then went about reproducing the experiment that Tam asked for.

She wouldn't give him details. But from the instructions and reported results, Tim was pretty sure that some employee had misrepresented their process. To what end, he didn't know. He was just the science guy, not a detective guy.

Although if he had to guess he'd say that they had switched out a needed chemical to hide that the supply was lower than recorded.

But whatever. That wasn't his business.

Tim happily went about science, recreating a corrosive liquid that would supposedly eat through reinforced metal. He had to make the Wayne tech protective coating for the metal as well to do the experiment properly. When he finished that he carefully dipped metal sheets in it and set them to drip dry. Then he turned back to the acid project.

Supposedly, the acid had been a failure. Tim thought it should work. Apparently Tam did, too.

The screens around the room all went black. He wasn't even using them but it was a hard thing to miss in your peripheral vision.

Tim groaned. “What now?” He asked the room. He clanged a piece of metal to the tabletop. “I am trying to finish this.”

Had he tripped some kind of security protection? Maybe they had all gone to sleep without getting a password at spaced intervals?

To be perfectly clear, Tim did not expect any kind of response.

Therefore he was startled halfway out of his skin when a female laugh came barrelling out of the speakers of the largest mounted screen.

He crossed his arms in a sulk.

“Tim?” She asked, after she caught her breath. “You're tiny.”

His face was catastrophically cranky: he could see it reflected back in the black screen. It was a perfect replica of Janet Drake discovering after she had formatted her latest paper in Chicago Style that the publication required the savagery of MLA formatting.

She laughed again. It ended with a hiccup.

‘Whoever this is, she can see me. She must be someone who knows me if I gave her that kind of access.’

“I'm not sure we're friends,” Tim announced, because it was time to face the facts: these people all knew a version of him, and that Tim was bigger. At least like, three inches. “I'm aware that I am small. I am working on it.” He glowered at the computer she seemed to be using.

It would take what, two years top for a major growth spurt? They could just chew bubblegum until then.

“Is that what you're doing now?”

Tim sighed. “No, I'm doing something for Tam,” he admitted. He scrubbed at his face with a hand. “Probably a good time for a break.” He started to tidy up.

“Yeah, so, I guess I can tell Dick that you haven't been kidnapped by lions or whatever it is he's talking about,” the lady said. The line turned to static for a second, then back just as quickly. “You, uh, need some help?”

“Absolutely not.” Tim shook his head in a sharp, decisive Jack Drake movement. “I don't need to be babied.”

“...I can see why you think you're in danger of it.” She snorted again. “Unblock Dick, please, he's got delicate feelings and I think we both have plans for tonight that don't involve him scaling your walls to find a way in.”

“....I'll unblock him,” Tim took the L gracefully. “I appreciate your silence on this matter.”

She snorted again. “Sorry.” She didn't sound very sorry. “It's just- your little businessman voice is so funny. I'm sorry, Tim.”

He looked up at the ceiling for patience.

“Oracle out.”

All the screens returned to normal. Tim let out a big long sigh and went back upstairs, taking his empty water class with him. At least he had a name, right? Oracle. He'd gotten a call from Oracle.

He mentally arranged the facts as he trudged up the stairs.

Fact one: he had replaced a Tim, who was Tim Drake-Wayne. (Upsetting information).

Drake-Wayne had to be fundamentally the same Tim as he was, given that both Tam and Oracle had immediately recognized him.

Fact two: Tim D-W was a vigilante.

Fact three: That was really cool.

Tim reached the top and made a mental note to enroll in some martial arts classes when he got back home. If he had potential to fight crime, of course he was going to do that. He unblocked Dick: oh no, Dick Wayne. He'd blocked Robin. He felt mortified. It was so obvious in retrospect. He put the phone down on the table, stomach twisting in social agony.

The phone immediately lit up with messages.

Well. Robin should be less annoying, if he didn't wanna get blocked.

He clambered onto the counter to search through for anything that would make a good lunch.

“... I'm terrible,” Tim complained. He stuck his head fully into the cupboard as if there might be something good at the back. “This sucks!”

Alright. Something had to be done. Tim decisively climbed down, using an open drawer as a step. He shut it with his heels and then went in search of a wallet. He needed a credit card and to find a delivery service.

He was going to act on faith that big Tim D-W wasn't going to ruin his life, even though he was a loser. Tim was doing a great job keeping Tim D-W’s life afloat. That merited some payment.

He converted that payment into a huge order to a grocery delivery service. He referenced Tam’s package to get the address.

The order was simple: fruits, breakfast meat, lots of bakery bread, and sandwich fillings. He was going to have tuna salad with cucumber and lettuce. He was going to learn to make egg salad. Optimistically, he even added melty cheese to the order and a can of tomato soup mix: grilled cheese couldn't be that hard, right?

He rounded off the order with lots of individually packaged drinks: milk and juice boxes, cans of grape Zesti, and hot cocoa powder.

"…This is so exciting,” Tim said to his empty apartment. His. In a very real and meaningful way, it was his apartment. He was totally unsupervised. Neat!

The phone buzzed again. When he picked it up it said “Jason.”

Tim blue screened. Tim dropped the credit card with a clatter. It disappeared under the table and he didn't even think to look for it.

Jason. Omigod, Jason. Jason was a person who existed. He'd forgotten.

All the pieces came together in a beautiful flash of light. He wasn't in a troubled huge age-difference relationship with Bruce (21 year difference) or Dick (9 year difference) . He'd gotten married to Jason Wayne, the kid that Bruce had brought home like a day ago according to the Gotham Gazette. (3 year difference: normal.)

The phone was still ringing. Tim picked it up with numb fingers. “Hello?”

“Hey, Timbers,” said a male voice. It was low, rough, and impatient. “You freaked Dickiebird out and he's been squawking at me all day. Tell me how many pieces you're in.”

Tim looked down at his body. “Just the one,” he said, voice coming out breathy. It felt like his being was floating outside his body. Wow. This was his boy- no, husband? Holy moly. He couldn't cope with that, he had to stick with boyfriend. He bit his lip. He had to make a good impression.

“...You sound about 10 years old there,” Jason said. He didn't hide his amusement. “You been huffing helium, babybird?”

Tim went bright red at the pet name. Painfully red. His face was on fire.

Jason took his silence as a response. “Alright, alright, keep your clothes on. You must be sick as fuck, poor thing. No wonder you didn't come out to play last night.”

Tim slapped his hands on his face and tried not to hyperventilate.

“I wasn't calling for Dick, don't get it twisted.” Jason cleared his throat, tone a little odd. “I picked up on something - I think one of my ongoing cases dips into your patrol area. You gonna come out on patrol tonight?”

“...No,” Tim said. There was no way that would go well. He didn't know martial arts yet.

Jason cursed, but he didn't sound mad about it. “Fair enough,” he muttered. “Uh, think you could do some surveillance for me?”

Tim nodded. Then he felt dumb and cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

…He felt even dumber. What should he say? This was his boyfriend. The stakes were so high. He had never wanted anyone to like him more.

Jason rattled off an address. It, like everything Jason had said, was going to live inside Tim’s head forever in perfect clarity. “Thanks,” he added after, a bit begrudgingly. “This guy's real fucking sick, been making human sausage.”

Tim… wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but it sounded really bad. “I'll do my best,” he promised.

“Yeah…” Jason trailed off. “Maybe you should take a nap, some meds. That's a terrible hoarse throat. Don't kick your own ass on my account, okay?”

“Okay,” Tim helplessly echoed, and hung up. He sat in silence for a solid minute afterwards.

#red nest swap #dc fanfic #tim drake deaged #tim drake

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eldritch-spouse · 7 months

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Going out for ice cream with Obie and having him feed you the ice cream knowing FULLY WELL this is going to end with you cleaning the mess off his fingers with your mouth (of course there is intense eye contact, that's a given). I need to bother this man so he's steaming in public but unable to do anything about it ‼️ raaaaugh!!!

[Reader is implied fem, but can be read as neutral.]

TW: Semi-public; Foodplay; Unsanitary.

You've always been a bit nervous about taking Obie out to eat anywhere.

Meals are important for gluttons, which means that, to many of them, which restaurant you choose to have your dates in and what you order can be the decisive blow to a newly blossoming romance. Even if the mid-ranker who has his eyes on you doesn't exactly seem to be the snobbish type, you can't help chewing your nails in dread that you somehow fuck up and take Obie to the worst lunch date of his entire life- Getting brutally dumped in the process.

He laughed when you brought these concerns up, straight up telling you he'd eat off the floor if you wanted him to -Something that honestly made you worry for his sanity back then- That the mere act of trying to feed him meant everything to the glutton.

And for as much as you want to believe him, you always hesitate to make a decision, constantly fearing the worst no matter how unlikely it is that your choices would be that disastrous.

Seeing this, Obie often decides to take pressure off your shoulders by suggesting your next meal-date locations himself. And it does kind of make sense that a demon of his type would know all the best places. You just wish he'd stop recommending establishments in the Gluttony ring.

You're very scared of visiting Hell in general, it's not a place for humans, you don't care how many of them like to gloat that they set foot there and came back unharmed- You don't buy it! There's always a price to pay for dwelling in the sins. And even with a mid-ranker who was born and lived in the Rings for a good portion of his life to protect you, you're just not ready.

Obie laments this, though the demon has admitted it's clever of you to want to stay away. You're too soft, whatever he meant with that. Still, since you can't visit his favorite ice cream establishment in the Hells -That so fabled Sorbet Sabbath he's mentioned more than a few times- He's finally taken you to a surface alternative he deems decent enough.

It's nothing special, he said, as he handed you the most massive ice cream cone you've ever seen in your entire life. Three fat scoops of absolute sugary goodness staring at you with different toppings and syrups, appetizing enough to have you swallowing your own drool back up. Obie spotted that hunger immediately, beaming with that bear trap of a mouth, proud of nailing your tastes once more.

" What do you mean, nothing special?! " You nearly shout as the two of you pick a more secluded table to enjoy your treats. " This is gigantic! "

The demon wheezes, brows raised at you as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. " Dude please, this is a robbery, in Gluttony I'd pay basically the same and the scoops are double this size. "

" Fuck off. " He's joking. He has to be.

" No, for real! "

When you're both seated, you finally glance at your boyfriend's choice of treat. Your eyeballs nearly fall off their sockets. He's got like five scoops poorly balanced on that thing, there's so much syrup and sprinkles on it, you have no idea how the cone he clutches isn't disintegrating. He's going to make a mess, for sure. There's no way any person can eat that without making a fool of themselves, that little plastic spoon sticking out of the mountain of sweetness is borderline hilarious.

The yellow monster notices the staring, broken tail wagging. " Want some of mine? "

" Ah- No, no thanks. " You're pretty sure you'd have a heart attack.

Perhaps because he knows letting the thing sit for too long will end in disaster, Obie is quick to forgo conversation and focus on his ice cream. And by that, you mean he unhinges his jaw to python-like proportions, glittering rows upon rows of teeth connected by strands of hungry drool right in front of you.

An equally wet tongue slips out from its cavern to wrap all too easily along the length of the frozen delicacy, clutching it with a dexterity you've both coveted and lusted for several times, before it reaches the cone and swiftly sucks it into Obie's maw. Like a vacuum cleaner on steroids. If you blinked, you would have missed it. When the two of you started hanging out, you'd see the glutton eat this fast and you wondered if he even tasted anything he put in his mouth- You know better now.

Because after his throat bulges obscenely with the size of his meal, he licks his lips and lets out that content rumble you've grown ever so fond of. He tasted it alright, licking his lips and choppers for any trace of goodness he didn't miss.

It's an embarrassing amount of time until you tear your gaze away from him, eyes busy scrolling his form from top to bottom with an intensity that might make the hellfire creature burn alive. You could watch him for days.

You could watch him eat for days.

Damn you and your stupid fucking oral fixation.

" Hey uh- Bonbon, that's melting. "

Snapping into attention, you follow the direction of that lazily pointing claw to find that, indeed, part of your ice cream is already losing shape, dripping onto itself and nearly coating your fingers.

In the panicked pause you take to decide how to prevent the inevitable, Obie has already taken action. Bigger fingers than yours reach out to collect the stray trails, collecting the more melted sections too so that they don't start dripping immediately afterwards. You relax slightly, a ghost of a smile on your features as you expect him to shove them into his mouth and be done with it.

And yet, the demon hesitates, gaze veering from his hand to you in the sliver of a second.

" Hey now, that's my ice cream. Not fair. " You jest softly, far from expecting him to crack a toothy grin in reply.

" Oh? Yeah sure, don't let me stop you then. "

And, much to your chagrin, the glutton presents his sweetened hand your way, resting his chin on the other as he silently dares you to follow through.

Fortunately for him, you're stubborn sometimes.

There isn't a single thought resembling common decency in your mind when you lean forward and steal a quick lick of his finger tips, darting back into your seat as soon as you realize what a gross act that was to do in public.

Obie's perpetually squinted gaze widens the smallest amount, he exhales in amusement at your five seconds of bravery and his grin quickly acquires a tone befitting of his nature as a spawn of Hell.

" That's it? " He tilts his head.

" Obie, we- "

" You barely even tasted it. " That hand edges forward more.

" We're not alone! " You whisper-shout.

The demon laughs openly, clean hand gesturing to the surroundings. " Yeah? You sure? "

Your own curiosity betrays you, hues flickering all across the place and spotting only vacant tables, save for two other people seated a considerable distance away, not even facing the two of you. For all intents and purposes, you could get away with a lot. But like Hell you're saying that to his smarmy face.

" Fine. "

If his grin got any wider, it would escape his face.

The next time those fingers wiggle in your direction, you catch two between your lips, smiling as you thoroughly begin cleaning them. At the first rush of your tongue working, Obie appears to visibly shiver hard, a hint of color to the glutton's cheeks causing his shit-eating smirk to grow crooked.

Very satisfied with yourself, you leisurely pop off his digits.

" Is it any good? " Obie teases.

" Mmm. But I think you might just taste better. "

Oh.

Oh that got him revved up alright.

You gloat inwardly at knowing how to properly bother your glutton.

" Why not test that theory? "

He has the nerve to reach for your cone again, collecting more recently melted stray trails and making more of a mess than before.

After some paranoid glancing around, you decide to start with his palm, a flat and honestly less impressive muscle flattening itself against the soft creases of his skin. The quiet gasp that erupts from him only serves to further stroke your ego while you isolate one digit and thoroughly suck it clean.

" Hhn fuck. "

Your muffled giggle is almost mean-spirited.

Perhaps against your better judgement, you don't release Obie's hand, moving to the pinkie and offering it the same hungry treatment, going as far as to lick between digits before swallowing his ring finger and moaning around it.

Obie has been increasingly quiet and still throughout all of this. And even if it's always been very hard to kind of guess how much attention he's paying to something or where he might be staring, you know for a fact his attention blazes on you, rapt and unfiltered. Something that might be sweat condenses on the left side of his forehead and a faint sheen of drool coats his bottom lip. You only wish you could look beneath the table and check if there's anything going on. The possibility of Obie having popped a boner from this alone thrills you immensely.

The moment you start pulling back, the glutton jolts into movement, suddenly shoving his pointer and index into your mouth, your eyes widening like dinner plates.

" You're not done. "

That wasn't a tease anymore.

It's your turn to shudder, an almost violently quick outbreak of goosebumps raising your hairs when the very tips of his claws sit placidly on your tongue. Your shocked stillness doesn't halt Obie, whose breathing comes out in hot, barely muffled pants.

Without an inkling of shame, his digits glide on the flat of your tongue, a slow back and forth, coating themselves in your drool as he casually plays with your mouth. Your cheeks are catching up with his in terms of heat.

" Suck. "

You nearly choke.

You can't really turn your head to check anymore, so you simply pray that no one is looking when you do just that, enjoying the way he gulps and straightens. Obie's legs part the slightest amount, and you know exactly what he's trying to accommodate, the flames of your aroused confidence stoked to brand new levels.

The mid-ranker is an iota of carelessness away from cutting into his own lip while he essentially finger-fucks your mouth, humming every time you have to swallow the excess saliva or try to use your tiny tongue to lap around his digits. You know there's a myriad of nasty things going on inside that head, because you yourself are getting a few less than innocent ones. Lords know he's the kind of guy that would coat his dick in syrup in try to get you to suck him off the same way you're treating his fingers.

And the worst part is that you'd probably agree.

Maybe on purpose, or perhaps because he's getting too into it, Obie slips his digits too far down your mouth and triggers a gag from you, the sound and look of it making him growl loud enough to have you sliding down in your seat a bit from sheer embarrassment.

You're released from that lewd torment however, searching for a napkin to wipe the spittle from your lips, wondering just how much of a show an onlooker could have gotten just now. Obie feels no such pressure, playing with the strands of drool connecting his fingers while his clean hand dips to squeeze at something out of view briefly.

" I can't wait to put that little throat to use. "

He leers, grin sloppy and heated, chuckling when you lightly kick his leg.

" I guess... W- We should go home then? " Because really, he's not the only one left surprisingly turned on by this.

The glutton raises a hand. " Finish yours. Can't leave yet... "

When the demon makes a vague gesture towards his lower body, you can only snicker, nodding.

It's a bit hard to eat properly when you're aware Obie is lazily studying every lap and bite. And, at this rate, you just hope he has enough restraint not to push you against the closest conveniently placed wall...

#Obie oc #demon oc #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #terato tag #monsterfucker #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #monster x you #demon x human #not sfw #minors dni

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miss-hyoko · 1 year

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Privileged One (II)

Character(s): Ruggie, Jamil, and Lilia

Summary: What if you were their childhood friend?

Tag(s) and warning(s): GN!Reader, fluff, platonic but can be read as romantic, reader is NOT Yuu, some spoilers about Lilia's past, a bit depressing for the character's part (not too serious)

Note: When writing Lilia's part, my brain worked so smoothly that it almost crossed the limit I had set for a headcanon. If I wrote a fanfic about Lilia, would anyone be interested in reading it? I need your opinion, please TvT

1. Ruggie Bucchi

You and Ruggie live in a poor area of the Sunset Savanna. There, food is very scarce, so the two of you would usually steal some food from the town market and then share it together with the other kids. Outrageous indeed, but it's better than sitting idly waiting for death. Unfortunately, your feet and hands are not as agile as Ruggie's, so sometimes the seller realizes that you're trying to steal his goods and he tries to beat you up. But right before his hands can touch you, Ruggie will suddenly appear right in front of you and take that hit, protecting you using his body. For little Ruggie, that blow was so painful that he felt like he was going to die, but he stubbornly tried to endure the pain and pull your hand to escape from that seller's wrath. In the end, both of you will come home empty-handed, your eyes puffy from crying and Ruggie with a bruise on his cheek. He will call you a crybaby for crying over his wounds, he thinks it's only natural that he protects you because he's (a little) bigger than you.

When you were both accepted into NRC, you two worked so hard to improve your quality of life. Ruggie works for Leona, while you work at Sam's shop. If the store has a new item that you remember Ruggie needs, you'll save it especially for him. Sam doesn't really mind you doing that, as long as you don't forget to pay for it later.

It's a common sight for NRC students to see you and Ruggie walking around the school looking for anything edible to eat. Every time you finish collecting your food ingredients, you'll hand it all over to Ruggie for him to process it into delicious meals. Between you two, Ruggie is much better at cooking than you because he often helps his grandmother in the kitchen. He's always complaining about how lazy you are because you never cook for yourself and always leave all the kitchen work to him. Despite saying that, you notice that Ruggie still prepares two portions of food, even though you don't ask him to. He's not that evil to let his childhood friend starve, alright?

Fighting over food is something that frequently happens between the two of you. Ruggie doesn't care whether you are his childhood friend or not, if you try to take his food, then you are ready to take him in a fight. Well, you can't really call it a fight, considering what you two doing is just pinching each other and screaming out loud while fighting over the food like little kids. Leona, who happened to be passing by, could only sigh seeing you two stupidity.

Ruggie may not be the smartest student out there, but at least he's pretty athletic. He joins the school's Spelldrive Club and is also a student of Savanaclaw, a dormitory famous for housing natural athletes. So, if you're having trouble with Coach Vargas' class, Ruggie might be able to help you out a bit. But if you're struggling in other classes, don't worry because Ruggie can still help you. How, you ask? Well, he could try to wake Leona up and ask him to teach you? The grumpy Housewarden would obviously chew you both alive for disturbing his sleep, but that's better than failing a class, right?

Every time a button on your uniform comes off or your clothes gets torn, you'll take it straight to Ruggie for repairs. You could fix it yourself, but you prefer to give it to Ruggie to fix because Ruggie's stitches are neater than yours.

If he's feeling down, Ruggie will never tell you. He doesn't want you to see him when he's weak. He was a beastman, he had to be strong. But no matter how hard he tries to hide his situation, somehow you'll find out eventually. You'd show up at his door, holding a box full of donuts from his favorite shop. Ruggie will try to be his normal self, laughing and teasing you about the sudden kindness. But facing your serious expression, his laughter slowly disappeared, and he invited you in. That day, you will spend your time in his room, letting him pour all of his grievances for you to hear while you try reassuring him that he has done good enough. You are Ruggie's pillar of strength, and Ruggie is yours. In this school, you only have each other to rely on.

2. Jamil Viper

Like Jamil's, your family has also served the Asim household for generations. Since your first meeting with Jamil, you've realized that he was far superior to other kids around his age. But because of his status as a servant's son, he always hides his true strengths because he can't look better than his master. You understand why Jamil did all that, but sometimes you can't stand watching him keep giving in to other people. So, you often challenge him in various ways so he knows how great he is. As a fellow servant, coupled with a little provocation from you, Jamil never hesitates to go all out against you. Well, not that you can beat him in anything, though. Honestly, sometimes you wonder whether he's actually human or not, considering there are so many things Jamil can do.

As Kalim's retainer who goes to the same school as him, you and Jamil share the duties of tending to Kalim. But Jamil always takes the more heavy tasks and lets you handle the easier ones. When you ask him the reason why he did that, Jamil would say that he doesn't believe you can finish those tasks better than he does. But as his childhood friend, how could you not realize his kind intention to lighten your workload? Especially, when you clearly see the tips of his ears turn red and he refuses to look directly at you. He really can't be honest, huh?

You know Jamil is stubborn, he won't give you more work even if you beg him. Since he won't let you help him work, then you'll to help him in other ways. Starting from make meals everyday for him, put little encouraging notes on items he often uses, remind him to take a break every once in a while, gift him trinkets that you think will suit him, and so much more. When Jamil asks why you're doing all of this, and you answer that you want to take care of him because he is too busy taking care of Kalim, believe me, Jamil's face will instantly turn red upon hearing that unexpected answer of yours. He'll quickly put on his hoodie and tried to take his leave as soon as possible.

Whenever Jamil makes food for Kalim, he will also make a portion for you. What he makes for you may not be as much and luxurious as Kalim's, but Jamil always makes sure the food he makes for you is healthier, more nutritious, and of course delicious. Also, just for your food, Jamil would personally choose the ingredients himself and buys it using his money.

Because the two of you always look after Kalim and the other Scarabia's students, adding with the fact that you two are very close with each other, there's an inside joke that says the two of you are Scarabia's old married couple. You just laughed at the joke, while Jamil himself was busy covering his face using his uniform hoodie. But since you two have never truly denied the joke, then does that mean….

For Jamil, you're the only person he can consider as a friend. Even though sometimes you are careless and a little stupid, but all of that is very endearing to Jamil. He takes care of Kalim because it's his responsibility, but taking care of you is his choice. Even when he is very busy, Jamil never forgets to make food for you, help you study if you're having trouble understanding some lessons, and accompany you wherever you want to go. If that's your wish, Jamil will try hard to grant it.

As an ordinary human being, there's a time where Jamil feel tired of everything that's happening in his life. You're always the first to notice it, no matter how good the 'mask' Jamil puts on to look fine. When you realize something is wrong with him, you don't ask much and just push him back to his room. Ignoring all of Jamil's protests, you gave orders for him to rest all day in his room until you return, while you yourself will take over all his work while he is resting. After a busy day, you'd come back to check on Jamil and find him waiting for you with a full plate of your favorite food. He'll thank you for giving him a day off, and the two of you will spend the rest of the day reminiscing your childhood together.

3. Lilia Vanrouge

Your first meeting with Lilia is quite memorable. At that time, you were walking around the forest around the Briar Valley when suddenly something appeared just an inch away from your face. Startled, you reflexively screamed and hit that thing with all your might. Turns out, that thing was actually a boy, who's looked about your age, hanging upside down from a tree branch. Your punch just now was so hard it made his nose bleed, so he had to get down from his upside-down position to stop the bleeding. Instead of getting angry, the boy just laughed out loud and started to introduce himself as Lilia Vanrouge.

Since that memorable first meeting, you and Lilia have started to meet and play together regularly. Lilia is an easygoing and mischievous fae. There isn't a day when you aren't surprised by his weird antics. And you're not the only victim of Lilia's pranks, the citizens of Briar Valley are also sometimes become his victims. When Lilia starts to wreak havoc, the citizens there will start screaming your name, hoping you can stop him. Because there are only two people Lilia will listen to, the first one is the ruler of the Briar Valley and the second is you, his best friend.

As he got older, Lilia's pranks started to lessen and he started to become more mature. Even so, one thing that hasn't changed about Lilia is his closeness to you. When Lilia had become a royal guard and started to actively lead troops in war, you who were worried about him, decided to also join the war as a physician. Your friendship that's willing to accompany each other, both in joy and sorrow, was very famous among the citizens of Briar Valley and it later became a legend. When Lilia withdrew from the front line, you also withdrew with him because from the start, your reason for joining the battlefield was to keep an eye on Lilia so that he wouldn't act recklessly. But then Lilia is appointed as a caretaker of Malleus, the new prince of Briar Valley. And since you and Lilia are practically inseparable, Malleus ended up having two caretakers. A royal guard and a physician.

Let's just be honest, Lilia actually doesn't know anything about taking care of a young fae. And since you don't know what to do either, you start asking the parents in Briar Valley how they take care of their faes kids. Even though it's quite troublesome, at least it's better than trusting Lilia's 'nanny instinct', alright? The same thing also happened when Lilia adopted Silver as his son. You will go visit the human country, study how humans raise their children, and buy some books about proper parenting. You're the big reason why both of them can grow normally without following any of Lilia's weird antics.

As long as you are at NRC, or anywhere outside of Briar Valley, Lilia will have some of his bats follow you wherever you go. In Briar Valley, no one would dare to mess with you, knowing how important you were to Lilia, but the outside world is full of stupid people who can't keep their hands to themselves. Lilia knows you can take care of yourself, but he would rather not make any gamble with your safety on the line. Yeah, you could say Lilia is such a worrywart or whatever, but it's better than having to lose you.

At school, Lilia takes on a very youthful form, while you stick with your original form. As a fae, you have this natural charm that makes people attracted to you. But every time they try to approach you, Lilia will suddenly appear and take all your attention away. The poor fellow could only stare at your back as Lilia leads you away from them. When you weren't paying attention, Lilia would turn to face that person, putting his hand around your waist, and smile triumphantly.

Lilia rarely feels down, but every so often he can also feel dispirited. Mainly when he looks at Silver and remembers that his son is just an ordinary human who won't be able to live long. When he starts to feel like that, he'll instantly teleport to your place and ask you to cheer him up. You wouldn't ask what made him feel that way because you also have the same worries as him. So, the two of you would cuddle up on the bed in your room and start comforting each other, promising to look after Silver, making sure he stays happy until the end of his life. Lilia will never show this vulnerable side of him to anyone but you, since he trusts you and you always know how to make him feel better.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst imagines #ruggie bucchi #jamil viper #lilia vanrouge #ruggie bucchi x reader #jamil viper x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #ruggie x reader #jamil x reader #lilia x reader #gado-gado #🍴_comp

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luveline · 1 year

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if you’re up to it could you maybe write shy!fem!reader x james where she’s upset about being excluded by her friends and he comforts her? only if you want to, ily! <3

thank you for your request! james potter x fem!reader <3

James takes one good look at your tearstained face and feels like he's missed a step coming down the stairs, only he's standing on flat ground.

"Hey. What happened?" he asks from the doorway.

You nod toward your phone on the kitchen counter. "I looked again. I know you said I shouldn't, but I just..." You sniffle. "Needed to know. I'm sorry."

James hadn't told you to stop looking at social media for any reason other than it upsets you; he'll comfort you through whatever you need him to.

"Don't be sorry," he says, and finally gathers his wits.

Seeing you cry always shocks him, catches him like fishing wire, has him stopping short time after time. He shrugs his rugby duffel onto the floor and knows regrettably that he smells a little like sweat and a lot like mud and grass, but he doesn't suppose you mind too much as he rounds the counter top to fold you into a tight embrace. You need the pressure. You go lax in his arms, hands tangling weakly in the hemline of his top.

"What happened?" he asks again, lips against your warm forehead.

"They," —you shudder as you recount it— "went out for food, and I know it's stupid, it's so stupid to be upset, they're not under contract, but I just– just– why is it never me?" Your shoulders shake.

"And they..." James treads carefully, "said the same as before?"

"Yeah." You laugh. It isn't a happy sound.

They say the same thing each time they do this to you. We didn't plan to go out. It was just supposed to be two of us. We didn't think you'd want to come. You don't like X, Y, and Z.

It had been so hard for you to make friends. It's a process. You're shy, you worry about being too much or too little. You've never really had many friends but it isn't for lack of trying. James thinks that's the worst part. You try so hard and he knows your heart, knows you deserve to get the same love back as you give out.

"It's okay," he says gently, thumb rubbing a tiny path against your shoulder blade.

"Sorry," you cry.

"It's okay. It's okay. I don't want any sorries from you. You haven't done anything wrong."

"No, I did, I looked at the phone and you told me I shouldn't and I knew it would make me like this." You rub your cheek against his shoulder. He tightens his grip.

He chews over each word he wants to say. James isn't good at feelings in that he feels them so hard, and right now he's two at once. He's mad that your friends string you along, heartbroken that you're still struggling to find the right people.

He nudges you away to hold your face in two big palms, covering each tacky cheek to meet your eyes.

"You don't have to be sorry. Not to me." He pushes his hands down your face to rest against your neck. He tries to pour all his fondness and care into what he's saying. "I know you really like your friends, sweetheart, and I know it hurts when they don't ask you out. It's okay. It's definitely not your fault for looking, I– I just said you shouldn't look because I hate to see you cry, you know?"

You swallow as a last straggler tear flicks from your lashes.

"I know," you say hoarsely.

"I'm sorry, alright? It's not fair."

You smile lopsided, one side too high. James kisses you though he isn't sure he should, happy when you kiss back softly.

"What can I do?" he asks. To make you feel better.

He steps back to give you some space, secretly pleased when your hand reaches out for his, your index finger tapping his knuckles.

"Come on. Anything you want."

Your lip twitches. "Anything?"

He knows you well. "Anything."

James washes your hair in the shower. It sounds simple and maybe it is, it's your simple, guilty pleasure. You're smiling when he begins, crying silently by the time he's finishing up, his hands framing your soapy head as you sniffle. You deserve more than you've been given.

"One day," he says quietly, "you'll meet them. People who are gonna love you and get you like I do. It's gonna happen, I swear. So just–"

You lean the weight of your head into his hand with a small smile. Shower water runs down the length of his arm.

He squeezes your cheek tenderly. "Let me take care of you until it happens. Deal?"

"Deal."

Your trusting smile is enough to make his chest ache. He pushes the hair away from your face to nose at your hairline, soap and all.

#james potter x reader #james potter #james potter x fem!reader #james potter fanfic #james potter fanfiction #james potter fic #james potter imagine #james potter fluff

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taocard · 9 months

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Please don't look at me like that...

♡ I grant a wish for whoever summons me and take one thing as a payment ♡ 𝐈��𝐞𝐚: How you scared him, but not in the normal sense 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Dazai Osamu ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dazai Osamu was dashing and handsome, but often made suicidal jokes a lot and was looking for a beautiful woman to be his suicide partner. he was the guy who slacked off and tried to get out of doing paperwork, and very much enjoyed ticking off Kunikida at the ADA. the guy who had many things hiding behind his smile that hurts him in ways you can't imagine. he's dealing with it the best way he can with no help at all.

he was fine, he tells himself. keyword: was because then it all slowly started to come down when you entered the scene. you were gorgeous, breathtaking, and out of this world, and had a cute nose...you were the perfect suicide partner for him! he gently grabbed your hand, gave you a little kiss on the knuckle, and looked up into your eyes ready to ask his infamous quote, would you be willing to join me in a double suicide? “no thank you” you replied Dazai was going to let out a sigh. no one was willing to join him- “I still have some things I’d like to do. But when I’m done, I’ll join you since I’ll have nothing else to do,” you added.

… ah, you were a literal angel. Your warm eyes seemed truthful and certain with what you said. Alright, he could wait. And maybe get to know you to know exactly who he’s jumping off a building with. that was his thought process before saying, "I’ll be waiting for you Belladonna. Don’t keep me waiting too long now, alright?” time passes rather quickly when you’re around him, he’s noticed. one minute he’s coming to you after getting chewed out by Kunikida to come to annoy you instead, and the next moment it's night time and you two are taking a walk while he talks about the most mundane things. you two just clicked though in a way he couldn’t quite explain. you were something like friends without needing the title to show it. he would tell you things about him on his own when he was bored. you would listen. he would see you out of work and drag you to come get some drinks with him. you complied. when you did the paperwork, he’d plop right next to you. he’d watch you work and you’d eventually do some of his work as well. if someone needed to quote on quote “babysit” Dazai, they would call you at one point when he gets ready to make a suicidal joke in a room full of people, his eyes met yours. it was similar to the first time you met purely because of how he had your undivided attention but there was something else. it makes him stop short, resembling a fish out of the water with the way he opened and closed his mouth. he can't explain what it was. hell, it keeps him up at night when he's looking up at the boring white ceiling. what exactly was it that was in your eyes that made him freeze. what was it that made him stop? and why was it because of you? it became like a puzzle to him. he thinks of each time your eyes were...light. and welcoming. and always listened to him, but in a way that was like you were available forever and it didn’t bother you and- oh. what you said when you first met each other, about having things to do, you always did them with him. whether it was getting a super rare sweet that you wanted to try, writing out a letter to a relative you haven’t spoken to in a while, or even something as plain as waiting outside the music shop so you can buy a new album from an artist you like that just dropped. it was the way you paid attention to him. the way you seemed to care. welcoming him with open arms and patiently waiting for him to come to you until he just leaps into your arms after enough times of practice. you looked at him like… like you would actually be saddened if he disappeared and left your life. that you enjoyed him being around and didn't care if he didn't even know his own personality …this was the first time Dazai felt afraid of someone in a way that didn’t threaten his life, oh but it sure as hell felt like it did you looked at him like you actually cared if he ended up disappearing. it made him feel cared for. maybe even safe with you. who’s he trying to trick? It's obvious he was like a little kitten in your hold. and that is exactly what terrified him.

#bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu #fem reader

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vctrvn-ls · 8 months

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I love you too? |Kenny|

summary: you and Kenny get into a heated argument after which you try and take the first step to make peace

warnings: angst, language

wordcount: 1.35k

"What the fuck is this?!" You heard Kenny call out from the living room.

"What!?" You shouted back, not thinking much of it, continuing to cut the watermelon for the fruit salad you were making. A series of footsteps quickly revealed Kenny who was glued to his phone with furrowed eyebrows.

"What?" You take a piece of watermelon and put it in your mouth "What is it?" You chew.

Kenny walks up to you shoving his phone up close to your face. You squint trying to see the image in front of you. It was you from yesterdays shoot, kissing Filly on the cheek as he smiled into the camera. Your eyes widened as you looked up at Kenny "And?"

"You- Look- Ah fuck," he goes back to his phone for a second before showing it again "Look at the caption."

You saw it was Twitter. Already not a good sign. And as you predicted, your mouth fell open as you finished reading the sentence:

"Damn. That's what happens when Kenny's not on the one shoot."

You look back up at Kenny and raise an eyebrow "What the hell are you doing listening to dumbass Twitter-people?" You go back to cutting the fruits, seeing as this wasn't a thing to worry about.

"This isn't the only one. That's firstly. Secondly there's rumors now that we're broken up and thirdly what the hell are you doing going around kissing other guys when you have a boyfriend?"

You were in so much shock that you had to put down your knife and lean on the counter, processing what the fuck had just been said to you.

"Fuck. You." You simply state. "That's to begin with. Also what the fuck Kenny!? It wasn't guys it was one and it's fucking Filly, now please for Christ sake tell me you're pranking me right now because you are not going to stand here and pretend like you're bothered by this." You look at him, trying to read him and his emotions, although it was quite clear that he was in fact mad.

"Yeah well they don't know that it's just Filly. And just because it's Filly, gives you no right to get all up in his face."

"Kenny you need to take a break." You chuckle dryly turning back to the cutting board.

"No the hell I don't," he pushes your shoulder, turning you around to face him.

"It's a few comments Kenny, for fucks sake just leave it alone!"

"Oh yeah? You know what else started as 'a few comments'? Hm? Our secret relationship."

You roll your eyes "We were going to reveal it anyways right?"

"I don't care."

"Ok? What am I supposed to do?"

"Definitely don't do THAT!" He held up his phone with the photo.

You cover your face with the palms of your hands and groan, still stunned that this was actually happening "Kenny its fucking Filly! You look so dumb right now I wish you knew!"

"I KNOW I LOOK DUMB! I LOOK DUMBER NOW!" He lashed out, voice booming through the whole house "It's all anyone fucking talks about. Oh Kenny's stupid. No one likes Kenny. Why is Kenny even here? Let's make an article about how everyone in the Squad hates Kenny." He mocked the comments from the internet. "Now fucking this? I just- I'm gonna- Ah fuck." He turns around and just leaves. This guy leaves! You hear him stomp up the stairs and slam your bedroom door, leaving you speechless.

You blink a few times still digesting the very emotional information that was thrown at you and decide to take a seat in the living room. You wanted to be mad, you really did, but there was just this one thing that really caught your attention. It was how focused he was on the internet's opinion, which with the jobs both of you had was a little alarming.

After a little more thinking you came to a conclusion that insecurity was what drove this whole thing in the first place. Understandable, you didn't blame him, but it was sad because how can such a special and amazing person be insecure?

It sounded absurd!

Especially with his talent, friends and status.

You felt bad for Kenny, and you could totally relate to his lack of confidence because everyone feels unsteady from time to time and with enough love and words it could easily be beaten.

As much as you wanted to go up to him and provide the comfort he so definitely needed, you couldn't stop feeling hurt by some of his words. You sigh throwing your head back against the couch.

"Fuck." You whisper, feeling the two halves of you battling inside.

You hated fighting.

It was so stressful and unnecessary, and that's exactly why you decided that you needed to go talk to Kenny. You finished cutting all the fruits, laid some out on a bowl, got a spoon and headed upstairs to Kenny.

As you got closer to the bedroom door you felt your stomach twisting into a knot. What if he tells you to fuck off? What if he doesn't want to see you at all after this? What if you break up and then you'd have toshowuponshootsanditwoukdbesoawkward!

Your mind was overthinking the future and leaving you standing right outside the door with a bowl of fruit in your hands feeling like the last idiot on the planet. It really took all of your courage to bring your knuckles up to the door and knock. Even though there was no response, you slowly opened the door and peeped in, seeing Kenny on the bed. You sighed noticing his frowned eyebrows as he scrolled through his phone.

"Kenny," you slowly sat down on the other side of the bed, not taking your eyes off of him. He didn't even look at you.

You fought your intrusive thoughts that were saying to just throw the bowl of fruit at his face and call him a dickhead.

"Look I'm sorry, I didn't think that things would spiral into something like that."

"Of course you didn't." He mumbled.

"Oh fuck you!" You exclaimed "Maybe you wouldn't be so fucking bothered if you grew a pair!"

His expression turned from angry to shocked real quick.

"What were you born fucking yesterday? It's the internet! I've seen shit way more fucked up than tweets from tenyearolds and I'm sure you have too, so stop acting like no one loves you because everyone does. Especially me and for you to even question my loyalty is so hurtful not only to me but also to you."

Kenny was at a loss for words. On one side you just insulted him, but on the other you just said you loved him and there's wasn't anything he could say. He stared at you with wide eyes as you tried to catch your breathe from all the talking.

"Uuuhhh...." He turned off his phone and put it in his pocket, turning to you and crossing his legs "I love you too?"

There was a small pause before the two of you broke out into a series of giggles, suddenly everything was ridiculously absurd and pointless. Without words both of you agreed that this fight wasn't worth the energy.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to like- I was-" Kenny groaned in annoyance as he struggled to explain "I just felt like-"

"Insecure?" You guessed.

"Yeah...That." He scratched the back of his head feeling a little uneasy at such a strong word.

"I get it." You sigh "Peace?" You hold up the bowl of fruit with a grin.

Kenny chuckles and nods "Peace." He takes the bowl.

"And it's fair of you to get jealous of me kissing Filly."

"Jealous?" Kenny chewed with a raised eyebrow "I wasn't jealous."

"Uhuh, yeah." You smirk at him.

"Wha- Nah. I was mad," he tries to hide his smile. You roll your eyes and scooch over next to him, bringing his head down and placing your lips onto his.

"Mmm, pineapple." You noded jokingly, pretending to chew.

"Stop," he giggles nudging you.

#beta squad #youtube #kingkennytv #king kenny #betasquadfanfic #betasquadedit #niko omilana #aj shabeel #chunkz #sharky #ndl

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release-the-hound · 8 months

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as a havanese owner, what would you say their energy levels are like? trainability? grooming needs? looking into getting small dogs in the future and havanese are on the list of possibilities

I think part of the reason Havanese are so wonderful for so many people is that their energy levels are extremely variable. A well bred Havanese should match its energy levels to its owners for the most part. There are days where I have only taken Whim outside to potty, and spent the rest of my time sick in bed, and she has happily cuddled up next to me and slept by my side. But she has also happily galloped alongside me for a 5km run, and been eager for more. Ultimately what Havanese want more than a specific amount of activity, is to be doing activity with their person.

Of course, I always celebrate doing more with your dog. I try to give Whim at least a 20 minute walk daily. Along with minimum 5 minutes dedicated training session and a food puzzle for enrichment. Often I am able to do more than that.

(One if my favorite off-leash adventures with Whim. A 3 hour walk through unusually deep snow. So many sniffs and lots of excellent recalls!)

When my sister died, I was frequently doing less, for weeks. And she didn't devolve into a frustrated barking mess, didn't chew up my apartment, she was a little bored, but she was never miserable. She just lay in my bed, by my side, day after day, until I was ready to face the world again.

(I cannot overstate how good Whim is at cuddling. If there was an international competition for it, she'd win it every year.)

I really think for disabled people, Havanese have the ideal energy level. You can meet their base needs fairly easily, but if you are up for adventure they're always ready to come along for a ride.

(Whim travels frequently on airplanes with me, and is always complimented on her good behavior.)

Grooming needs are the sticking point for many people, unfortunately. While Havanese are genrtically capable of producing a short coat, it's against the breed standard, and so I don't know of anyone intentionally breeding for that.

For me, a non-shedding dog is worth extra grooming, but I know that's not the case for a lot of people. I have Whim shaved about every 4 to 6 months. This means that I go over her coat to comb out any mats about once a week, and I trim the fur out of her eyes on occassion. But other than that, I dont worry about grooming. I bathe her when she's stinky and trim her nails when they get long, which you need to do with every dog. I know @girlhorse keeps Enzo in a much fuller coat. If you want to keep a fuller coat, she might be willing to talk about the grooming experience.

It's also worth noting that due to their small size, combing Whim's fur is like, a 20 minute process.

(I often miss Whim's coat from when I kept her long. She was so unbelievably adorable.)

Havanese are my FAVOURITE dogs to train bar none. I'm not a professional trainer in any sense of the word, but between group classes and my job I have seen how a lot of dogs learn. @thelittlespanielthatcould and I often compare Havs to a CKCS with a little more spunk. They are very clever and very eager to work with you, but when they have an opinion they make it clear.

Whim can be entirely focused on me for an hour long lesson. But she won't do work she's not fairly compensated for. Personally, I like a dog that won't let me push them around. If it's a hot day and I haven't given Whim enough water breaks, she'll march herself over to her bowl whenever she damn well pleases. If I'm not using a high enough value treat, she will take it from my hand and spit it on the ground. I like these things because I like dogs that set their own boundaries. I want my dog to tell me when she is tired or thirsty, when I'm not rewarding enough, when she's frightened. Because I get clear feedback from her on what I'm doing wrong, I can alter my methods very quickly to keep us in sync. I like that my dog can tell me something so clearly and I can say back to her "ok, I'm listening."

Whim does very well in Rally when I can afford the classes. She loved agility. Havanese also make great trick dogs. They have amazing handler focus (once they mature). They love spending time with you, so they love training. You just have to be fair to them. I guess I'd describe them as eager to engage, but not eager to please. She wants to spend time with me, she wants to play my games, but she isn't afraid to stand her ground if she's not having fun. Training her brings me so much fucking joy. Even writing about it now has put a smile on my face.

(Whim and I had so much fun in agility. She loved the tunnels so much she used to go off course just to run them a second or third time. Until I started bringing out the big guns (cheese) and suddenly she was an angel again lol.)

Realistically, no breed is ever going to be ideal for every person on the planet. But 2 words come to mind when I think of Havanese. Fexible: they thrive in many different living situations, energy levels, and activities. And Communicative, about their needs, their desires, their fears, their pain. They make it easy for dog owners to figure out what to do. For these reasons, I think Havanese match well with a lot more people than the average dog breed.

Whim has been my best friend for more than a decade. I have never second-guessed my decision to bring her into my life. I wake up every day knowing that I am profoundly loved. In my brightest moments I picture a future of adventure unfurling before us. In my darkest, her joy reminds me how to find my own.

TL,DR: Get a Havanese.

#sorry this is long and sappy and maybe excessively pro-havanese #but the thing is they are just. so. SO GOOD.#Whim has been my heart for 12 years. I adore her.#get a Havanese. the only decision with a 0 regret rate.#(i cant prove that but i know it in my soul)#Look at her! Hiking! Skiing! Agility! Obedience! Tricks! she can do it all!!!#i love my dog so much you guys #whim the havanese #havanese #dogs #dogblr #alt text #havanese pawpaganda #anomymous #asked and answered

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owlish-owlhouse · 1 year

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THAT FIC YOU MADE... LIKE... IT MADE ME THIS ABOUT FATHER DARIUSSSS UGH IT WAS SO GOOODDDDD

Request:

I give you father-child bonding time with Darius and Young!Scout Reader

Maybe.... Like... Them talking and Painting each other's nails (I can imagine Darius likes painting his nails) and Darius just talking shit about Alador LMAOO

If your gonna do this request please include alot of head pats pls... HEAD PATS FROM DARIUS <33 (oneshot pls!)

You have the right to decline this request btww!!!

Lmao everybody wants Father Darius. Dadius is gonna be the new tag. I have the personal headcannon that Darius wakes up early for his beauty regime and often tries to go to bed early too getting annoyed if his perfect sleep schedule is disturbed. He needs his beauty rest to look that good smh

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Dariuses hand carefully held yours on one of his many decorative purple pillows, for once not wearing his signature silk gloves. His own fingernails were black and purple and he promised to give you an equally cool look for yours. They were painted intricately and had been modeled after abomination goo. Every time you saw him look at your fingers than the nail polish it made you giggle thinking of how he hid something so dorky underneath his gloves all the time. He shushes you for the hundredth time, hissing playfully about concentration and his artistic process.

"I didn't say anything. I didn't say anything!" You defend yourself as he squeezes your hand to keep it from moving. He hums in annoyance as you smile at him mischeviously. Ignoring your antics far too used to them he dabs cuticle oil on your fingers to numb them. Rubbing it in he hums again observing your freshly trimmed fingernails.

"You clean up nice." He teases and you stick out your tongue. You had a small bad habit of biting your nails and he had gotten it in his head that your personal hygiene affected him personally. So he would lightly smack your hands away if he noticed you trying to chew.

You didn't think it was a big deal but he disagreed. He'd only roped you into the little deal because you'd walked into in his room to deliver a message and saw him painting his nails. He saw you staring at the polish and with an eye roll he promised to do your nails for you. BUT ONLY IF you could get them long enough to paint and stop biting at them.

A torturous week for the both of you.

"Titan I don't know how I haven't killed you." He murmurs lightly tapping your cheek before he puts the oil away. But you see the sly smile and know he's simply teasing.

After riffling through his supplies and looking at each nail polish color meticulously comparing it to your skin tone and style (which had taken him about an hour) he finally settled on your favorite color which you had suggested in the first place. Rolling your eyes at all the time this was taking he tsks you and begins the process.

It was a pretty pattern. Your favorite color was applied carefully, several layers making it sturdy in its coating before he decided it was time for details.

"Woah." You compliment and your mentor beams straightening his shoulders with a proud grin.

"It is nice isn't is?" He demands and you nod as he begins the other hand. "Alador could never, did you know I had to paint his nails to keep him from biting them too? Such a nasty habit this better make you stop." He hums before playfully scuffing your hair with his free hand. "After all we don't need another powerful and sloppy abomination master running around. His kids can bite their nails but mine won't."

"Hey!" You respond laughing at the teasing and hair ruffling. Darius smiles back at you.

"Don't make me mess up, stay still." He responds but he's chuckling himself. As he finishes up you bring your hands to your mouth and blow. He rolls his eyes and you stick your tongue out again before you focus back on your hands. Shaking them out to get the paint to dry Darius looks at the abomination goo pattern he'd done.

Alador could never.

#the owlhouse darius #toh darius #platonic darius #darius #toh darius x reader #the owlhouse darius x reader #platonic owl house

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mooodyblue · 1 year

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Hey please can you write Austin butler x little reader where reader has a tantrum and is rude to Austin and she’s really upset and austin cheers her up then it’s basically fluff :))

ty for the request! hope u enjoy <3

wc: 877

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it was that time of the month when austin went and attempted to wash every plushie you owned. there was usually no fight to get the plushies into the wash, up until he had to take away your favorite puppy stuffie that you were incredibly attached to. you loved to mindlessly chew the ear all the time and dragged that thing everywhere you went in the house, even outside. that thing needed a bath desperately.

austin had prayed, hoping you wouldn't be little when it came time to gather everything up for the wash. unfortunately, that wasn't the case. you'd slipped after breakfast before he could even gather your plushies together.

he watched as you lay on the floor on your stomach, drawing a picture with the one plushie he needed tucked under your chest. he needed to come up with a plan to get that thing in the wash and immediately. but how could he do it without you getting mad? he took a deep breath and sighed, sitting up slightly. “hey baby? can you let daddy do something?”

you let out a small hum in response as you continued to draw on the piece of paper.

“think you'll let daddy take your puppy and run him in the wash? i think he needs a little bath.” he asked, nervously.

you turned your head to glare at him, “no.”

“you'll get him back quickly, i promise. please?” he begged.

“no.”

austin wasn't going to give up that easy, he finally got you to leave the plushie behind when you went to use the bathroom, leaving the small puppy on the couch. he eyed the plushie and picked it up quickly, rushing to the washer to toss him in and mumbling a quick apology in the process, turning it on and rushing back to the couch. you returned with a grin on your face, excited to get back to your loving daddy.

it took you some time to notice that he was gone. in the middle of snuggling with austin, you went to scoop up your plush friend, only to find him not there. “daddy, puppy’s gone.”

“huh? oh.” he sat up, “did you misplace him?”

“i left him here!” you exclaimed as you threw all the pillows off the couch. “daddy, where is he? i need him! where did he go?”

“i-” he stuttered. “d-did you drop him somewhere?”

“no! i left him on the couch-” you stopped in your tracks, slowly moving your head to look at austin. “daddy.”

austin looked away, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his head nervously.

“you took my puppy! where is he?!”

he laughed nervously, “well….he said he wanted a bath, okay? so i-”

tears began to pool in your eyes, the loss of comfort your favorite plushie already starting to make you feel uncomfortable. “i need him back now.” you whined.

austin sighed, “i’m sorry, angel. you're gonna have to wait another forty minutes, i promise you'll be happy when he's all nice and clean.”

the anger in your system was unbearable. how could austin do that to you? you picked up a pillow and softly hit his side with it, “mean!” you hit him again, austin throwing his hands up to shield himself. “daddy’s mean!”

“hey!” he blocked his face as you hit him, finally taking the pillow away. “that's not nice, y/n.” he understood your frustration. having a comfort item taken away from you like that wasn't the greatest feeling ever, but unfortunately it had to be done just for a little while. “i know you hate being away from him but it's not for forever, i promise.”

you frowned, “promise? you'll give him back?”

he pulled you on his lap, sitting you on his knee. “have i ever broken a promise?”

“no….” you replied quietly.

“that's right. with just a little patience, you'll have your friend back in no time.” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “you can hold onto me as long as you need to, just don't chew my ear, that's all i ask.”

you giggled softly, wrapping your arms around him tightly and going back to your cartoons. time flew by fast and the sound of beeps coming from the dryer caused you to sit up, looking at austin. “alright, let's go see if he's dry. c'mon.” you nodded and hopped off his lap as you followed him to the dryer, watching him open it and dig out your beloved puppy stuffie.

“look who it is! what's that?” he brought the plushie to his ear, “oh really?...”

“what'd he say? is he okay?” you asked, tugging at austin's arm.

“he said he missed you! and he said thank you for giving me a nice bath, he needed it! now i think someone needs a hug.” he handed you the plushie, smiling as you immediately took it and hugged it tightly.

the fresh scent and warmth brought you the much-needed comfort you missed so dearly. you pressed a kiss to his nose and hugged it tightly to your chest. “thank you for making him clean.” you pecked austin's cheek and skipped away happily, warming austin's heart as he began taking your other plushies out of the dryer.

#austin x reader #austin butler x reader #queue away with me

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izukuwus · 11 months

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Edible Arrangements: Fortieth Bite: Polycephaly

First - Prev - Epilogue - M.list - Read on Ao3

A/N: It has been three years, two months, and a day of Edible Arrangements. This is not the absolute final update, as you can tell by my navigation links above. That has not stopped me from sobbing during the formatting and uploading of this installment.

A sequel is undergoing planning. I'm not done with these loves yet.

Summary: You remember everything now.

Warnings: death. murder. blood. I cannot stress enough that this chapter is a bloodbath. I did gag a little writing one line. maybe don't read while eating, if you can help it. mentions of vomit.

Word count: ~4400 words

You’ve reached Tenya Iida. Please leave your name, number, and a brief message after the tone and I will return your call as soon as I am available. Thank you!

“Shit, Tenya, pick up!” Mina hangs up and shoves her phone in her pocket. “What are we supposed to do? They’re not waking up and all of our medical people are going straight to voicemail!”

“Hand me their phone,” Hitoshi says. “I’ve got an idea.”

When the phone’s in his hand, he begins to dig through it intently. “One of you, make sure they’re still breathing. Neito, you’re on standby in case things go wrong.”

“Standby? For what?”

“You’re a vampire. Revive them if you have to.” He hits dial, then another button to put it on speaker.

It rings. Once. Twi—

This is Dr. Midoriya Izuku, leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you!

Hitoshi hits redial. It rings once this time.

This is Dr. Midoriya Izuku, leave your name and number and I’ll get—

Redial.

This time, immediately:

This is Dr. Midoriya Izuku, leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you!

“Goddammit Izuku, pick up before we have to turn them you absolute dumb fuck of a vampire!”

He sighs and replaces the phone in your pocket. You don’t stir. He lets out an aggravated sigh. “Alright. Since they’re useless, here’s what we’re going to do…”

You are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket. Somewhere in the apartment, people are speaking. Tsuyu mentions the words “hot chocolate”. It’s later in the day now—how much later?—and you are on the couch nearest to your bedroom. The room has been cleaned up around you, and footsteps are approaching you. Instinctively, you slam your eyes shut and try to process what’s happened to you.

You remember sitting in the middle of the floor.

Mina holding you.

Reaching back and suddenly finding memories you couldn’t look at before.

Izuku.

Fingers rest against your neck. It takes everything in you not to flinch away from them.

After a moment, the presence leaves. Footsteps lead away. “Their heart rate’s going up a bit, but no sign of consciousness.”

“When do we take them to the hospital?”

The hospital.

You can’t go to the fucking hospital.

You need to go beat Izuku over the head for being an idiot.

You open an eye. Everyone’s in the kitchen, backs to you. You’re out of their line of sight.

You chew your lip in thought. Then, you slide off the couch and slip away to your room.

You’ll explain everything to them later.

Fuck. Getting your bearings like this is bullshit. The past few months are fuzzy, battling with all the old-new memories for space in your head as you try to make sense of it all.

The weirdest is remembering Tenya.

You’re on autopilot as you turn the memories over in your head. The way he treated you immediately after he enthralled you. All the times he tried to bring you back directly, and was forced to wipe your memory of his attempts to bring you back, too. The tearful apologies as he tried again, and again, and again, to bring back the person he loved.

The memories hurt, but oddly, you don’t feel the fondness you had for him back then. Absence makes the heart grow distant, and absence of memory makes the heart wither and die. That fondness is gone, replaced with a sense of pain.

Loss.

Grief.

It didn’t need to end that way.

You hope he’s healed all the same. (You’ve been his friend the past years. You know he hasn’t.)

Logically, you know that you loved him at some point. But then again, logically, you also know that grabbing your keys and a few other small items and climbing out your apartment window onto the fire escape without telling anyone where you’re going is a horrible idea, so you’re really not on speaking terms with logic right now. Emotion has become your new friend.

Emotion is telling you that you aren’t in love with him. Emotion is telling you to find your car and find Izuku right fucking now.

Sure, driving isn’t really the best idea right now. The sky is growing dark with afternoon clouds and your head is fuzzy with TV static, even before we stop to mention that you don’t remember the last time you drove anywhere. But you don’t have time to push through everyone else’s need for context. Not when Dr. “Let’s Hunt a Serial Killer” thinks that selfsame serial killer tried to serial kill you.

Halfway there and your phone rings. It’s Mina. You let it ring out to voicemail. It doesn’t stop ringing on repeat for the rest of the drive.

“Don’t we have anything more dignified to kill him with than a water gun?”

“Two water guns,” Izuku replies, cringing as he tests the gun in his possession with gloved hands. Nothing leaks onto his gloves, but he still shies away from the tiniest backsplash of water as he fires a shot into the bath.

“Careful with that. It feels a bit silly to go after a serial killer with water guns.”

He snorts. “Good. I hope, after everything he’s done, he knows that he got taken out with a little bright green hunk of plastic and hates it.” He slips a zip-loc bag over the end of the gun, then slides both bag and gun into his inner coat pocket. “Get ready. We don’t know when he’ll show up.”

Tenya nods and follows suit. Sbeve is locked away in his cat carrier with food and water set up to dispense. It’s not ideal, but if anything happens, he’ll be away and safe. You’ll want company in a house like this, after all. And Sbeve is good company.

They wait in the living room. There is silence between them which fails to conceal any noise. If only there were noise to conceal.

There is none, for he joins them silently. One moment, they are alone, preparing themselves for something that cannot be prepared for, and the next, he is standing beside them, a silvery knife in hand.

“You didn’t ask me here to pass on any message,” he says by way of greeting.

The men are on their feet in a moment, rage already burning in their eyes and hearts. “You.”

The Death Adder is a jagged line of a man in tattered clothing. A scar mars his face where a nose should sit. A greasy black mop of hair frames it all.

“Why don’t you have a seat.” Izuku gestures almost politely to the armchair. He isn’t asking. “You’ve been busy. There’s a lot of catching up to do.”

“I don’t need to sit. Tell me what this is really about. If you were going to speak to the world about the injustices I set you to, you would have begun years ago.”

Tenya’s voice is ice when he cuts in. “You attacked a dear friend of ours.”

He doesn’t even show them the courtesy of rolling his eyes. “You’ll have to be more specific. It’s not every day that I don’t attack a dear friend of someone.”

“They were literally on my doorstep. Take a guess at who!”

The Death Adder takes a slow moment to study them. Tenya hits the table hard as he stands, glare icy. “Of course you don’t remember. It’s never mattered to you who you hurt, has it?”

“I think you’ll find that it has exclusively mattered to me who I hurt, but then, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” He looks over Tenya indifferently, almost without seeing him at all.

Izuku watches his face for a hint of recognition. Tenya comes to the same conclusion moments after Izuku, and if possible, the man becomes even angrier. “You don’t even remember who I am, do you?”

The man does not reply. He is searching for an answer, and he does not have one.

“You killed my brother. You turned me into this. You took everything from me.”

He took everything. And he does not recognize him.

What happens next cascades in slow-motion. Tenya is grabbing at his pocket, drawing his little water pistol of death, and the Death Adder is holding a knife to his throat, his movements decisive. Izuku reaches for his own water gun, desperately hoping he’s fast enough.

“There’s more than one way to kill a vampire,” he growls out as the blade rests on Tenya’s throat. “You are insignificant to me, but I can still take your head off right here. I’d like to see you try to survive that.”

“You kill him, and I shoot.” He’s proud of himself for not stammering, even as his hands shake.

He’s stuck. He can’t attack the Death Adder without killing Tenya, and as strained as their relationship has been, he’s only prepared to kill one vampire today. What idiot thought water guns were a good idea?

His brain blazes with the possibilities. He could use his quirk, force the Death Adder away. He’s strong enough, though, and unpracticed enough that the attempt might just kill them both. There’s no visible turning mark on the man’s skin. He doesn’t know where to shoot to knock him down.

Maybe he could disarm him somehow. Or distract him. If he keeps the Death Adder’s attention long enough, Tenya could shoot him and get away. But that requires Tenya to figure out what he's doing, and they're far from on the same wavelength, and in the meantime, that knife is still at Tenya's throat and Izuku needs to do something and—

You must be a ghost standing up from behind the loveseat, and Izuku blinks rapidly in hopes of dissipating the hallucination, but no, that's you standing there. Your glare is fixed on the Death Adder, and something glints in your hand, but before anyone can really process what that something is, you're grabbing the man by his hair and shoving it into the back of his neck.

There's an audible sizzling noise accompanied by a smell Izuku recalls to be a bad memory. The boiling, burning kind of odor that had accompanied the bloodbath back in the courtyard when Neito had shown his hand. Then, the Death Adder is screaming and thrashing, and the knife is on the floor as Tenya puts a healthy distance between himself and the serial killer. You are holding on tight, squeezing your eyes shut, and Izuku watches in horror as blood splatters onto your face from it all.

When at last the screaming stops and the man drops to the floor, you stagger to the floor with him and carefully pry the instrument out of his neck. It's the little antique mirror you’d gotten from Neito. "I... wasn't sure that was going to work. Are you both alright?"

They're staring at you. Horror mixes with pure confusion and just a touch of elation. Neither has begun convulsing yet, which is honestly what Izuku had been expecting, and yet, the Death Adder isn't moving now or ever again. The same angry tendrils of scarring are wrapping around his body, wherever visible, and the moment he's sure he's not going to fall to the floor in his own death, Izuku allows himself to take it in.

"Look," you sigh when it becomes clear no one is going to speak. "You've both got explaining to do. A lot of explaining to do." This shouldn't be happening. You had been near catatonic. You had remembered nothing of either of them. And yet...

"Tenya, I'm really sorry about everything. I can't imagine how much it sucked. Um, I'm really not sure how I feel about you right now, but just to be clear, I am breaking up with you. I've got that down, at least. Izuku, you are taking me back to Alexander's. Whatever their next available reservation is. Every steakhouse in the city, while we're at it. Start making calls after we get this cleaned up."

"I will take you everywhere you want just as soon as you explain to me how you remember anything."

You level an icy glare his way. "As though that's the issue we’re dealing with?"

His shoulders drop. He crosses the room to you, shoves the Death Adder’s corpse out of the way with his foot. He's pulling you to your feet, but before he can wrap you in his arms, he hears it.

The hollow, shrill laugh of a girl.

Tenya has his glare fixed on the interloper stood behind you, his water pistol again pointed in her direction.

She's a blonde girl, petite, with her hair tied up in two buns that give the impression they've been in those same buns for several days. She wears a tattered school uniform from who-knows-where, and in her hand glints a silvery knife not unlike the one still on the floor next to the Death Adder. The more she laughs with that dead look in her eyes, the less it sounds like laughter.

Her eyes are fixed on you.

"I thought we were friends, [name]."

You take a step back, bumping lightly into Izuku's chest as you do.

"We lived together for so long. You even let me borrow your sweater. You were so nice to me."

"You stabbed me," you snap back. "Twice."

"We were friends! I liked you!"

Something in you seems chilled at her reply. Izuku can't imagine what, except the information you've already given.

"I liked Chizzy more. And you just took him from me." Another hollow laugh. "I could return the favor, though."

Before his eyes, she morphs. From a schoolgirl out of a horror movie to an imitation of the man now lying dead on the floor, she grows in height, face twisting to match his. The sight is grotesque, a strange substance covering her in gray glops until all that's standing before you is a familiar face.

Oh. That's why the Death Adder didn't remember you or Tenya.

Polycephaly is the condition of having more than one head. Polycephaly is most commonly observed in snakes and turtles.

The Death Adder always had two heads.

She moves. And you move.

The knife is coming for Izuku and he is fast but you are faster. (Why? Why are you—)

He can't pull you away fast enough. He wasn't good enough or quick enough back then, and he's not now. One easy cut is all it takes to destroy his world all over again.

She is smiling as you fall. She is smiling with his face.

He sees crimson as he screams.

A hospital cannot save you now. Someone is at your side—it's not Izuku. Izuku is across the room, covered in sparking green. His quirk? You’ve never seen him use it. You watch him as your vision fades and your body grows cold.

Familiar arms around you. Tenya?

He tries to pull you away from watching, but as much as you try to watch, you do not see.

There is a roaring in your ears. The phantom prickling of teeth. All those times you fed Izuku. All those times you gave him trust and care and life.

You try to speak. All you hear is a dull gurgle. A soothing whisper. You feel it all bubbling in your throat.

You see Izuku's viridian as you die.

Someone is knocking at the door.

No one knows why, because the thing is still barely on its hinges, but someone is knocking.

Tenya goes. He's the only one breathing and he's the one covered in the least amount of blood.

"Izuku, are you there?" It's Hitoshi's voice, bitter but worried. "Long story, but [name]'s missing, and—"

He breathes in. Breathes out. Creaks the door open a crack. "They're here, but you should go."

"Why?" he demands. "What are you doing here?"

Behind Hitoshi, there's the others—Mina, Tsuyu, Neito, and even a rare appearance from that redhead that hangs around Neito from time to time.

He can't let them in. Not after Izuku just beheaded some random girl, nor after you killed the main Death Adder, nor while you're a heap on the floor.

"They need time to rest. Please, go."

He isn't fully aware of what's going on when his brain washes over. Hitoshi glares through the crack. "Let us in."

His body moves against his will, fluid, and he opens the door and steps aside.

Well. It's not his fault when they're exposed to the bloodbath inside.

The fog lifts from his brain as they force their way inside and immediately recoil. Someone screams. He can only sigh. He's tired. "I did try to warn you not to come in."

"What the fuck happened?"

As Tsuyu throws up on the already ruined carpet, Tenya shakes his head and shuts the door. "It would be better if we just focused on cleaning up."

"Cleaning up," Neito says in disbelief. "I'd say you need a professional for this, but..."

Well, no professional cleaning service would know better than to ask questions.

"Fuck that, is [name]—"

"They're fine. [name]'s fine. They'll... they'll need bed rest for a few days at least. But they're going to be okay."

Mina steadies herself against the wall. "And who's the, uh, the one without the head?"

"Death Adder's friend. Also the Death Adder, as it happens."

"Right. Okay. Okay. I can, uh... I don't know if my quirk can get rid of a corpse. I can try, though."

"We might need you to get rid of the carpet, too, if you're up for it."

"I can handle this," Izuku says coldly. He's sat in the middle of the carnage, clutching your limp form. You'll be okay, and he should know you'll be okay, but it's not like Tenya's not also barely keeping it together after watching you die. "I didn't spend all those years hunting a serial killer just to not have a plan in place for when I did it."

Neito tentatively crosses the room, delicately avoiding the blood, and sits on the one couch unmarred by it all. "Now, let's not shut out honest offers to help. Let's start with what, exactly, happened."

Izuku shrugs. "We came prepared to kill the Death Adder. [name] got to him instead when he threatened Tenya. The Death Adder's friend—I guess also the Death Adder, since her kills were also being attributed to him—knew [name] from before and attacked me. They protected me, and died for it, so I ripped her head off."

"I turned them before it was too late," Tenya adds.

"So, you admit that if this weren't handled properly, [name] would also see serious criminal offenses for it?"

Izuku blinks owlishly at Neito.

"So, it would be better to accept help so that this is never discovered, and never hurts your dear [name]."

"But..."

"Mina, are you okay to help out?"

She looks like she's threatening to go the way of Tsuyu as far as the ruined carpet is concerned, but she nods. "I can—I can see what I can do. It'll take a while, though."

"I'll pay your therapy bills. All of you, if you want."

"I'm good," Tenya says. "I would appreciate a change of clothes, if you have anything that would fit me, though."

He nods. "Follow me. I'm going to take [name] to get cleaned up and changed into some other clothes so we can add these to the acid pile. I'll get you some clothes, too."

Izuku scoops you up in his arms and rises to his feet. Tenya follows him up the stairs to find Sbeve yowling behind the master bedroom door. The poor thing is still in his carrier, clawing at the door in vain attempts to reach you.

Once he's gotten dressed and scrubbed raw the skin your blood had touched, Tenya leaves you and Izuku upstairs with Sbeve. He takes the whole pile of clothes down to where Mina is steadily working at the evidence with Neito's help. Itsuka and Tsuyu appear to have been placed on water duty, pouring water into the acid squad's open mouths as they work.

Tenya drops the clothes on the Death Adder's corpse, gets in his car, and drives.

He's not sure what to do, so he drives. At first, it's just in circles around the city and campus and back, just to get his brain clear. As though his head could ever be clear again.

He should be helping. The only thing he can think of is to ensure that they eat. So, he stops at the store and gets a charcuterie board and drinks, then runs next door and leaves with three large pizzas to add to the mix.

When he returns to the mansion, he's not sure how long it's been, but at least one of the corpses is gone entirelyand Mina and Neito are sat collapsed against each other behind the couch. It seems Itsuka and Tsuyu have found some tools and started on ripping up the carpet at the far end of the room. Izuku is nowhere to be found. Probably watching over you.

He sets the food aside, nods to those working and resting in the living room. "You should eat something. I know no one has an appetite right now, but..."

Mina nods back. "In a minute."

"I'm going to check on them."

You are just as lifeless as when he left. That's to be expected. Izuku is huddled over you protectively, nearly hissing as Tenya enters the room. "It's just me."

Izuku calms, just slightly, but there's still a feral look in his eye. "Are the others still here?"

He nods and sits at the far end of the room. "I went out and brought back food. You should eat something, too."

"I'm not hungry."

"No one is. Eat anyway."

"...I don't want to leave their side."

"You know that they'll have to rest for several days, don't you? It would be best to help clean up so that when they awake, they don't have to face all that."

Izuku is silent at his logic.

"Sbeve will watch over them. Tsuyu and Neito's sister are working on ripping up the carpet. I believe Mina and Neito are resting after making significant progress against the evidence with their quirks."

Izuku casts one more long glance at you and rises to his feet. "...okay. Thank you."

Tsuyu sidles up to him as they eat. "Not that I think this is the time to ask, but you know, they remember you now."

Tenya nods slowly, staring at his slice of pizza. "They do."

"Have you thought about what to do about that?"

"Out of respect for the man who I watched rip someone's head off today, I don't intend to do anything."

"You can't do nothing. So what are you thinking?"

He's not sure. What are you meant to say? There is still pain. He's never felt the release that comes with closure. But you had said yourself that you didn't know how to feel about him anymore. That you were, at the very least, leaving him. You'd chosen Izuku, and that was fair. That was your decision.

Does he still love you? Or does he merely wish it had all gone differently?

"Move forward, I suppose."

"I hope you don't expect to do that alone."

He laughs softly at her blunt reply. "No, I suppose not."

Your friends do not leave after eating. It's a fact, an unfortunate one that has Izuku sighing as he cleans. He's taken to scrubbing the blood on the walls before it sets in too badly. The others are talking in the kitchen, moving on from the horror of it all to chatting, laughing, even. As though you're not dead upstairs.

He's so tired. He can't listen to this right now.

He sets aside the materials and hides away in his office, where he finds himself staring at the board with all the information he'd been collecting about the Death Adder.

Every paper plastering the walls. Really, extending far beyond the bounds of his corkboard. Years of work will do that. He turns on the lamp and soaks in it all for a moment.

Breathe in, breathe out. Meditate on it all.

The man is dead. His hidden partner is dead.

All those deaths, avenged. His parents, avenged.

They never made memories in this house. Before you'd come around, he hadn't, either.

The first step is to remove every semblance of that man's influence from this place, so when he's done breathing, when he's done sorting through all of it, he reaches towards the first thing he sees on the wall and takes it down. One paper. Another. Each and every pin, each string connecting them. The tangles unravel on his walls and in his head. He piles the pins on his desk, lets the papers pile up in his trash bin. When the bin's full, he lets them fall to the floor and keeps working until only the decorations hidden behind the papers are left.

Downstairs, your friends remain. At dinnertime, when he comes downstairs to throw out one bag of papers and find more bags to fill, they're sat around eating cold pizza and cheese cubes and greet him with tired eyes. Mina asks him for a first aid kit because she's overusing her quirk, and he obliges, even going so far as to patch up her burning hands.

Mina is the one to call your aide and let her know that you’re down with a summertime flu. Izuku makes sure all of your friends are fed, but none of them are willing to leave. Not until you’re awake.

So he feeds them. He brings them blankets when they are all done cleaning for the night, and directs them to the library on the second floor for a place to sleep that doesn’t smell like death and vomit. Just in case, he props furniture against the front door and closes the blinds.

When that’s done, he climbs the stairs. He finds you and Sbeve, both motionless, unconscious on his bed.

He climbs in bed beside you and tries to sleep.

It’s the best he sleeps in years.

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im-a-marion3tt3 · 8 months

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i know i've only just clogged up your notes so i'm sorry to barge into your ask box as well buuuuut in rereading all your ficlets i've come to realisation that i am absolutely dying to see what happens when swiss and phantom talk after the end of zoned out ?!? whether you write a ficlet or just a ramble post, i'd love to hear your thoughts if you're up for it !!

i feel like swiss would be so sweet and understanding and supportive, but he'd also hate that this is the coping mechanism that phantom has chosen, and would want to do anything he can to stop him from doing it again ?? gah, i'm very obsessed with the dynamics between all the ghouls that you've created in this universe of yours !!! <3

Please!!!! I absolutely love you/p. You're so sweet so I hope you like this!

Tw: sh

Phantom laid there, staring at the ceiling.

"So, care to explain, Phantom?" Bounced around his head as he tried to form a coherent thought and make it come out of his mouth. He was struggling though, everything was stuck in. He couldn't even figure out what Swiss was taking with. Did he want to know what he had done in the bathroom or what he talking about the fact he had zoned out so hard? It confused.

"What, um, what do you mean?" Phantom eventually choked out after 5 or so minutes. He was lucky that Swiss was being patient with him and wasn't trying to rush his words otherwise Phantom would be really stuck.

"I mean what did I walk in on you doing? Why... Why did you do that to yourself Phantom? And why we're you just... Froze?" I thought you were dead... Swiss left that part unsaid as he spoke in a gentle voice, not wanting to scare Phantom or make him hide something. This seemed like a serious problem to him. Don't get Swiss crossed, he knew that Rain and Dewdrop could spend hours cutting themselves or each other but that was different. It was almost a sexual thing for them and they were far older. Phantom was still basically a kit and definitely was one in his eyes. A kit shouldn't be hurting so badly that they felt the need to hurt themselves, it meant they had failed as a pack if that was the case.

"Well, um," Phantom started with, fumbling with his words. His ears had been pulled back to the side of his head, feeling like a naughty Dog or child getting scolded. "I just... Wanted to feel something again," whispered the ghoul, before he curled further into Swiss as if trying to hide from some ghoul. A protective hand simply moved to rest on his back.

"And why is that?" Swiss pressed. He didn't want Phantom to feel forced to answer nor did he want to decide the younger ghoul's emotions but at the same time, he needed to know what was going through Phantom's head. If he could help, he was going to. Even if he could, he'd find away, and chew off the ear of whoever taught him such a bad habit.

"Numb," came weakly from Phantom's mouth as he tried to bite back tears all while standing grounded. He could feel Swiss nodding slowly, said ghoul processing the information. The multi-ghoul wasn't going to press further but he could assume that Phantom had gotten so drained to the point of feeling nothing; that has happened to him during his first year of touring. No one prepared you for that type of fatigue.

"I'm so sorry my little kit," Swiss cooed softly, holding him close before whispering, "but then, why do you just stare off? It is like you left your body..." Swiss was trying to be as gentle as possible when it came to this, not wanting to push so hard that it broke the little ghoul further.

"I can't help it," Phantom said before breaking out into full body wracking sobs, holding Swiss as if he was the only thing keeping him alive. The other ghoul held him just as tightly, gently running a hand through Phantom's fluffy hair.

"It's alright, let it all out honey. Let yourself feel something," and Phantom did. He sobbed himself to sleep, feeling the highs and lows of performing for humans like a trained monkey, the fact he knew he was no one's first choice and was simply the easiest quintessential ghoul to summon, it came crashing over him until he finally ran out of tears to cry and fatigue caught up to him.

"My poor little kit," Swiss whispered as he ever so carefully tucked Phantom into bed beside him, holding him to his chest. Tomorrow, he was going to lay into Dewdrop and Rain. Their activities had gotten out of hand.

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that-new-author · 2 years

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Hi hi hello I uh I hear you're doing tsp writings? I've read through what's on your blog and I must say it's amazing! I need to put this stuff in my mouth I swear-

Anyways uh my request- I was wondering if you'd do a reader who stims a lot but is too nervous to do it in front of Narrator (general stuff like hand flapping and jumping and more specifically chewing) But Parable be stressful.. chewing be nice.. So the Narrator tries to make them more comfortable stimming around him. (and to stop chewing on their arm Reader PLEASE-) Bonus points because now Narrator can tell readers favorite story points by how excited they get

If you don't/can't that's perfectly fine no pressure, I just wanna say again that I love what you have going on here! <3<3

I am. So sorry this took so long dude plz TwT

Narrator x Reader who stims (chewing stim-centered)

The first time you were to stim in the parable, it was when you had found the bucket. You had gotten so excited to have something to bring around with you, you began bouncing up and down, flapping your hands up and down before picking it up.

It took the Narrator a couple moments to process what you were doing. You apologized for it afterwards, feeling a mix of embarrassment and nervousness, but to your surprise, he was completely fine with it.

“Why would I be upset? That is absolutely absurd to assume!”, he replies once you questioned why he didn’t seem annoyed. The thing is, in his eyes, he sees it as a reaction to his story, meaning his story can cause strong emotions. It fills him with pride.

Even after his original reassurance though, you still try your hardest to suppress your stims. But after some “certain endings,”, the stress gets to be too much. You begin chewing on things, mostly your sleeves, arms, and fingers.

Narrator has… mixed feelings about this. Because, this means his story is still good enough to affect you emotionally. But also, what you’re doing could potentially harm you, and it made him feel bad. Only a little bit, though.

“Now, Reader dear, while I’m glad you are comfortable enough to stim around me, I feel like this might be a little… unsafe?”, he mentions randomly during one of your playthroughs. You just shrug and continue on with the story, biting your arm. He sighs and just continues as well, but keeps a closer eye on you.

A few resets later, he notices you’ve been biting down harder on your arm, leaving small marks.

“Reader, please, I need you to stop. You seem to be biting even harder. And while, I understand that this can help calm you down, it would be in your best interest to bite something else, maybe?”, Narrator suggests. You sort of just stare up towards the ceiling, a confused look on your face.

You ask him what exactly you can chew on, there wasn’t much that would be safe to bite, whether it would be due to germs, the density of said item, or something else.

There was a moment of silence before he replies, “Hold on for a second, will you?”, followed by a lot of typing and clicking. You stand there awkwardly for a couple minutes, but every time you go to bite your arm, hand, or anything else, you hear a quiet “No,”, or “Don’t you dare,”.

After a few more minutes, Narrator lets out a relieved sigh before saying “Alright, hopefully this will help.”.

You hear a gentle thud next to you, and you see a chewlery necklace on the table. You hesitantly take the necklace and put it on, before slowly biting down on it. Narrator is on the edge of his seat, hoping to whatever is out there that this works.

Theres a moment of pure silence before a bit of laughter, and you chew on it more while flapping your hands. Narrator felt relieved because now, hopefully, you will stop biting yourself.

You use it very often, so often in fact that it only takes about ten or so resets before you need another. Narrator is happy to oblige, and plans on getting you another every time you need it if it means you will stop biting yourself.

#the stanley parable #tsp narrator #the narrator x reader #authors requests #tsp #tspud #tspud narrator #writing #writing requests

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Randy Orton's sister x Alexa Bliss / Charlotte Flair x Reader

request/trope: enemies (on screen)/ friends to lovers (irl) trope with Alexa Bliss

a.n: so this request was messaged to me and they gave a lot of what they wanted for the plot so I will be going off of their request the best I can! Will probably change some stuff so it fits the plot better but that's it!

this came from my wattpad first btw! my wattpad is -adriswrld :)

Y/N hopped off her motorcycle that she just parked next to her brother's car also known as Randy Orton's car. "You know you really need to start using your car. I warned you about how dangerous those things are," Randy scolded, grabbing his suitcase and hers out of the car. She usually couldn't fit her second suitcase on her bike so she had Randy hold onto it. "I heard you the first million times Randal, stop nagging on me," Y/N said in an annoyed tone. Randy rolled his eyes at her using his full name. "I'm just worried about you Y/N. I'm allowed to be after that incident," Randy said and Y/N clenched her jaw hoping he would stop bringing that up to make her feel guilty.

"Yes Randy I got tired, made a mistake hurt someone in the ring but it had nothing to do with a motorcycle or my break up with Ashley. So back off please." Randy sighed and nodded, choosing to let it go for now but it didn't stop his concern for her well being. Now that Ashley would be on the same brand as her then he knew it would be even harder on her. Y/N walked in the building with her suitcases and headed to the locker room. They must've been meeting some of the new girls because tonight was the night of the SmackDown draft. Y/N really hated the drafts because there was an extra amount of people than a normal amount of people for a Smackdown episode.

Y/N chewed on her gum as she entered the locker room, heading straight to her locker and ignoring everyone but they were used to it. "Y/N! Come here I wanna introduce you to someone!" Trinity called over and Y/N let out a sigh before getting up from the bench. "Lexi this is Y/N Orton. Y/N this is Lexi Kaufman aka Alexa Bliss." Trinity introduced. Y/N just a gave an uninterested nod, not bothering to shake Alexa's hand or make any kind of contact. "Hi...yeah I gotta go now," Y/N mumbled before walking out of the locker room without another word. "Oh...uh okay," Alexa mumbled awkwardly. She was aware Y/N wasn't exactly the most social person but she didn't really expect that. Especially since her own crush just treated her like a high school jock would.

"Don't take it personal. She's always like that." Nikki Bella said, patting Alexa's shoulder with a warm smile. "Yeah I didn't, just caught me off guard."

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Y/N groaned getting a message to head to Hunter's office. As Hunter was apart of creative he had an idea for Y/N's new storyline as she was finished with her last one. Y/N lost her fued to Becky Lynch for the SmackDown Women's Championship, helping put over the orange haired woman in the process.

Y/N didn't mind helping put over the newer women she just hoped they would put her in a storyline with her brother sooner or later. The least they could do is let her win matches. She was literally an Orton, she shouldn't have to look weak. All they did was show Randy giving her advice in backstage segments or promos.

Y/N walked into the office and sat down on the chair, not even acknowledging Alexa Bliss sitting there as well. "You called me?" Y/N raised a brow, chewing on her new piece of gum. Alexa didn't have to question why Y/N had such a sharp jawline now. "Yes I have a new storyline for you that I think you'll like a lot," Triple H said. Y/N perked up hoping they'd finally pair her with her older brother. "You're gonna finally let me wrestle with my brother?" Y/N asked hopefully and Triple H pursed his lips. "Yes and No," he said, making Y/N slightly frown. "We decided to team you and your brother for the mixed match challenge but that's not gonna be apart of your storyline," Triple H said.

That's when Y/N finally realized Alexa was sitting next to her. "No way. You're gonna team me up with new girl?!" Y/N exclaimed, hating the idea of being in a tag team with anyone. Her brother was the only exception. "Ouch. I'm right here!" Alexa said, offended but still insanely attracted to Y/N when she was mad. "No Y/N we're not teaming you two up. You're actually gonna be fueding. It sets up Alexa's fued with Becky Lynch in the future," Triple H said. Alexa was super excited because she might possibly win her first championship in WWE after this first warm up fued. "Wait, so I'm gonna lose again?" Y/N asked incredulously.

"Yes and No. Neither of you will lose this fued as Alexa will move onto her fued with Becky Lynch for the SmackDown Women's Championship and you will move onto your next fued with Charlotte Flair for the Raw Women's Championship. Alexa will be a heel and you will turn babyface so you both will be on different brands soon. This is just a warm up fued. You get two months to make this fued big or its gonna cost your title shots in the future." Y/N nodded, excited to turn babyface as she had never been one before. She's always played a heel. Alexa was used to the heel role as she played one before in NXT.

Y/N obviously wasn't excited about a fued with her ex girlfriend Charlotte but if it gave her a title then she'd make the most of it. "Also, we're gonna slowly ease you into a tag team but you're still gonna hate each other, you just get along sometimes. It's like a opposite personalities kinda thing," Triple H added. "If it gets me a title shot then I can work with a tag team for now," Y/N said. "Is that all?" Hunter nodded and Y/N walked out without another word. Alexa sighed and she and Triple H began discussing more about her fued and character.

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It was the next week and Alexa was in the ring cutting a promo about how excited she was to be apart of the SmackDown brand. That was until she was cut off by Y/N's music and the crowd booed her in which she just ignored them. She wore a white crop top with some jeans and some sneakers, something really basic as she wasn't one for flashy clothing. Plus her character was more of a idgaf kinda character. "Well well well, if it isn't the cheerleader from NXT! Where's your little buddies? They didn't get drafted up with you? Aww," Y/N fake pouted, walking down the ramp.

"What do you want?" Alexa asked, a little taken back by the comments of Y/N. "Oh me? Yeah no I don't really want anything. I'm just here to be here. And sweetheart I've been here wayyy longer than you so I pretty much do whatever I want." Y/N stepped onto the ring apron and stepped into the ring making Alexa back up slightly. "You know for someone who's been here longer you haven't really accomplished much have you?" Alexa asked with a sweet smile. The crowd laughed at her comeback on Y/N who was visibly pissed at her audacity. "I'm a four time Women's Champion. That's more than you've done in your entire career so I'd watch your pretty mouth next time. If you want to be here in my ring and address this crowd then you have to earn it," Y/N stated.

"Okay. Then I'll earn it. Me and you right here, right now!" Alexa challenged. Y/N licked her lips and laughed, stepping back and sliding out of the ring. "Nah," Y/N shrugged, walking back up the ramp without another word. That was only the beginning of what was to come.

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(a month later)

Every week Y/N would always throw an insult or push around Alexa and the crowd loved every second of it. They even had a match last week and Y/N came out with the win but Alexa stuck her out of to her out of respect in which Y/N just walked pass her with zero emotion. But today, oh today was a different day. Last week Charlotte Flair had called out Y/N on Monday Night Raw. And obviously Y/N was not gonna let that slide. So she was out there to address the crowd tonight and call out Charlotte Flair who was in the building tonight. Y/N's music hit and she walked out, mic in a hand, glasses over her eyes and a steel chair in hand. Y/N stepped in the ring and set the chair up before taking a seat on it and leaning back.

Alexa watched backstage with a hitched breath, seeing Y/N in the leaned back position but images in her head that she felt she shouldn't even be imagining. It was obvious Y/N was still getting over her breakup with Ashley. And it's not like Y/N even acknowledged Alexa half the time. They'd cross paths and Y/N wouldn't even look at her, she'd just nod and walk past her. She was starting to wonder if Y/N hated her. "So you're all probably wondering what I'm out here for. Yeah last week I took a nasty bump so you probably think I'm injured but I'm perfectly fine. No no no, I'm out here to address the elephant in the room. Charlotte Flair." Y/N spoke, pulling off her glasses and clipping them on her tank top.

"See Charlotte Flair had no right calling me out on Raw as if I didn't whoop her ass countless times. She really had a lot to say about me. And I really don't know what I did so bad for her to call me some useless bully with no talent. Am I really a bully? I don't think I am. I prefer the term, snake. And I'll admit, I am a snake. I've turned my back on Charlotte several times. It's not my fault she managed to make everything about her. I don't blame Bayley and Sasha for turning on her. They just did what Becky Lynch is scared to do. Charlotte is scared of being alone. You wanna know how I know that?"

"Well I'll tell you anyways. See Charlotte's always been the chosen one. In middle school, in high school, in NXT. Meanwhile women like Bayley, Sasha Banks, Becky Lynch, Naomi, Tamina, Natalya, Emma, Alicia Fox, and many more couldn't even earn an opportunity to shine because Vincent Kennedy McMahon likes the young pretty blondes on his TV. Charlotte hasn't earned half the things she's been given. Because all the women I just listed, they've beaten her and where is their Championship? Where is my championship?! Charlotte Flair is always gonna be alone because if shes not in the spotlight then nobody can be and shes scared of that. So I'll tell you where my championship is. It's shoved so far up Charlotte's a-" Y/N was cut off by Charlotte's music.

Y/N clenched her jaw and bit her lip in anger. Everyone knew Y/N hated to be cut off. Charlotte walked out, Dana Brooke by her side like always. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N....why are you so obsessed with me?" Y/N scoffed, watching as Charlotte walked down the ramp, her title around her waist. "I mean it's bad enough you're obsessed with poor little Alexa Bliss. But now you're moving onto me? Is it because i dumped you?" Charlotte laughed. Y/N looked down, still clenching her jaw and she could snap at any moment. "Oh right, I forgot you're still not over that," Charlotte frowned fakly and stepping in the ring.

Y/N still didn't move from her spot on her chair and continued to chew her gum with an annoyed face. "You done?" Y/N asked, raising an annoyed brow. "Hmmmm not really but it's embarrassing to see you not speak so I'll pause just for you," Charlotte hummed. Y/N stood up and kicked the chair the side, "I think you're forgetting that you called me out, you brought my name into your mouth and you showed up on my brand. So I suggest you rethink your decision before I rearrange your face so you won't be Championship material in anyone's eyes," Y/N spat out at Charlotte.

"Oh so you're saying that you're Championship material? You?" Charlotte deadpanned and Y/N nodded with a shrug. "Yeah but I'm not gonna be a cocky bitch like you and remind everyone each week," Y/N said. The crowd laughed and Charlotte clenched her jaw, clearly embarrassed. "I'm done here. I don't have to listen to this," Charlotte said, turning to walk away but Y/N grabbed her wrist. "Yeah well I'm not." Charlotte scoffed and sent a cheap shot to Y/N's face, laying her out so Dana kicked and attacked her.

Charlotte grabbed the chair and went to hit Y/N in the back until, the crowd suddenly burst into loud cheers when the music of Alexa Bliss hit and she ran out to Y/N's defense. Charlotte and Dana slid out immediately noticing Alexa holding a kendo stick in hand. Alexa slid in and shouted some threats at the two before walking over to Y/N who sat in the corner of the ring with a look of surprise. Alexa stuck her hand out to Y/N who looked around at the crowd that began the Daniel Bryan 'YES!" chants. Charlotte and Dana shouted 'no' as they knew if Alexa and Y/N teamed up then it would be the end for them.

Y/N let out a breath and took Alexa's hand, letting Alexa help pull her up and the crowd went nuts for it. Y/N and Alexa walked to the ropes shouting threats back and forth with Dana and Charlotte. Y/N picked up the mic and leaned forward on the ropes, "You and your little protégé versus me and The Goddess on Raw! I'll see you there because the minute I see you next week it's going down!" Y/N threw the mic and her music played all as the crowd cheered and Charlotte and Dana were having a meltdown.

Alexa grinned and hugged Y/N stiffened up out of surprise, that obviously not being scripted so she had no idea how to react. But the crowd was going nuts for it and the reactions were gold. Y/N still with a confused look, put an arm around Alexa's shoulder and it was basically Y/N showing some kind of affection so the crowd loved it. This team was over as hell and Vince McMahon was eating it up.

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That's how Y/N and Alexa were told they would now be a tag team until it was time for their title fueds. Basically this storyline got extended way longer than it should've been. Y/N didn't mind because it meant she was getting TV time and a big check. The only downside was that she had to now train with Alexa so they could rehearse their matches together, create a tag team finisher, a gimmick for their selves, and anything that could help with their chemistry. Alexa obviously wasn't complaining about spending time with her. That was until Y/N brought along Randy so now it definitely felt like Alexa was just third wheeling their sister and brother relationship.

Y/N pulled her gym bag on her shoulder and walked into the PC but this time Randy wasn't with her which caught Alexa off guard. "No Randy today?" Alexa asked. She and Y/N still had yet to actually speak a full sentence to each other since Randy basically spoke for Y/N knowing she had no interest in conversation with people she wasn't super familiar with. "Nah he's spending time with the wifey so it's just me. I did actually call a friend to come with but they bailed last minute." Y/N shrugged. Alexa nodded, pretending to be upset about that but she Sasha thrilled to actually sit down and talk with Y/N.

"So I was thinking maybe we can start coming up with our finisher because we have our match in a few days on Raw," Alexa said. Y/N just nodded and slid in the ring to stretch, Alexa following her. "Yeah I was talking to my friend about that and she suggested that maybe we just mix our finisher together instead of creating a whole new one," Y/N mumbled. "That's a great idea. What friend came up with that?" Alexa asked, slighty trying to figure out if it was Charlotte's idea. "My friend Kim, she's in ICW. Don't worry she's married to a man." Alexa's eyes widened, hoping Y/N wasn't onto her.

"What do you mean by that?" Alexa asked, trying to play dumb. "You're obviously wondering if Charlotte was that friend, which she was not. We haven't spoken to each other outside of work in weeks. We don't even speak in general unless we're doing a promo together," Y/N stated. "Oh well I was just curious," Alexa mumbled. "Mhm, sure," Y/N shrugged, not thinking too much of it because she didn't really care. "So I was thinking like maybe I do an RKO, then when they're on the floor you basically do the Twisted Bliss finisher," Y/N explained, standing up and popping her neck.

"Oh yeah I love that idea. Wait you know my finisher name?" Alexa asked. "I watched a few of your matches in NXT so I kinda picked up on your moveset," Y/N shrugged, not seeing it as a big deal but a lot of people would considering she almost never felt the need to watch other people's old matches to study moveset. "Oh okay, thanks," Alexa said, smiling to herself.

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Y/N slid in the ring and performed an RKO on Dana Brooke, laying her out so Alexa could perform Twisted Bliss. Alexa performed the finisher and pinned Dana to the three count, making the crowd get on their feet and cheer. Alexa immediately ran and hugged Y/N who once again awkwardly patted Alexa's back. The referee lifted their arms, signifying their win before letting them back down. When they got backstage they were congratulated on their performance and Y/N immediately left to catering where Bayley was holding her phone for her. "Thanks," Y/N said, taking her phone and going to sit on a random stage box.

As she sat down she was approached by Charlotte who sat down next to her. "What do you want Ashley? You dumped me, you left me, you ruined it. I don't need any explanation from you and I sure as hell don't wanna be friends." Before Charlotte could even get a word out, Y/N walked off without even hearing what Charlotte had to say. Charlotte let out a sigh and Alexa walked over to her, "I'm kinda biased because she's my tag partner but I think you should just let her be. She's made it clear she doesn't wanna be friends or get together," Alexa stated, patting Charlotte's shoulder and walking over to Bayley and Sasha.

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Three weeks later it was Smackdown and Y/N had a match tonight against Carmella, from what was scheduled but she was cutting a promo in the ring first. "Now three weeks ago myself and my tag partner Alexa Bliss beat Charlotte Flair and Dana Brooke. And for some reason, I thought it was gonna end there. Ya know? But Charlotte just can't accept defeat. Which is why last week she tried to get me alone and twist her way into my mind to turn me against my partner Alexa Bliss. And I don't take kindly to people trying to manipulate me." Y/N said, sitting criss cross in the middle on the ring.

"And so I was wondering how did Charlotte manage to get me alone? If Alexa is with me at all times? And so I asked Alexa where she was and she told me that Carmella and her little friends, locked Alexa in the locker room. And I think we all know by now is that I really don't like when someone messes with the people I care about. So, I challenged Carmella to a match earlier today and I have yet to get my answer so Carmella, if you could come on out here that would be greatly appreciated. And once I'm done with you, I'll put my focus back on Charlotte Flair."

Y/N stood up and looked to the jumbotron with the audience and that's when they suddenly showed Carmella walking into Y/N and Alexa's shared locker room. Alexa immediately looked away from the television and glared at Carmella, "What are you doing in our room?" Carmella chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest, "Relax, I just wanna talk to you. It's about Y/N." Alexa furrowed her brows and crossed her arms, squinting at Carmella in suspicion. "What about her?"

"I really hate to be the bearer of bad news but I think she's thinking about leaving you for Charlotte. I saw them talking last week and they looked really close. I also noticed how Y/N didn't ask you to come out with her, maybe she just doesn't need you anymore so she's to let you down easy," Carmella said with a fake frown. Alexa looked down, not wanting to believe what Carmella was saying but it was hard not to when Y/N was being more distant. "Why should I believe you when you and your little friends locked me in the locker room?" Alexa glared at her, not even caring what Carmella had to say anymore.

"You know what? I don't care. Get out!" Alexa snapped. Carmella clenched her jaw, "Fine, fine you win," She went to turn around, only to sucker punch Alexa in the face. Y/N seen this and immediately went to run out of the ring until Natalya, Lana and Tamina, three of Carmella's lackies, attacked her from behind. As Alexa finally shoved Carmella into the wall, she turned to look at the TV that showed Y/N being attacked. "She's always there for you. Will you be there for her?" Carmella chuckled, getting up and tackling Alexa, both of them going at it until security had to pull them apart.

Y/N tried her best to fight back but only got kicked down each time. That's when the crowd went absolutely insane hearing Charlotte Flairs music. Charlotte ran down the ramp literally in heels and hit Lana with a big boot on the outside. Charlotte slid in the ring but Tamina and Natalya slid out before she could attack. Y/N leaned onto her left shoulder, holding her midsection in pain, thinking Charlotte would now attack her. But instead Charlotte leaned down and comforted her whilst glaring at Lana, Tamina, and Natalya.

Alexa finally managed to pull from the security and run down to the gorilla but when she finally got the stage, nobody was in the ring anymore. The crowd chanted 'CHARLOTTE SAVED HER!' and Alexa's face showed a clear sign of sadness but also a look of jealousy and anger.

Backstage when the segment was finished Alexa found Y/N actually having a conversation with Charlotte. She furrowed her brows in confusion when she noticed Y/N had actually smiled at Charlotte. Y/N never smiled. Alexa sighed and sat down on the stage box, close enough to where she could eavesdrop. "So, do you maybe wanna grab some coffee later? I know a good place nearby," Charlotte said. Y/N hummed in thought, she had planned to do some late night training with Alexa but maybe she could cancel. Alexa wouldn't be that mad would she?

"Uh yeah sure, I gotta cancel training but yeah, I'm down," Y/N said. Alexa gaped in offense and jealousy which she would never admit to.

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A few weeks more went on and Y/N and Alexa were one of the most talked about tag teams ever. Y/N and Alexa would be scheduled on both brands, fueding with Charlotte and Dana. When Charlotte had saved Y/N when Alexa wasn't there, that did cause a lot of miscommunication and problems between the two. Charlotte was manipulating Y/N all over again and Alexa was sick of it so last week she challenged Charlotte to a match on Smackdown. Off screen, Y/N had been spending a ton of time with Ashley. Even more than she did with Alexa. But the more Y/N distanced from Alexa, the more she realized how she really felt for her tag partner.

She loved her. And not the best friend type of love...

Y/N was sitting down in her shared locker room with Alexa, eating a piece of pizza when Alexa walked in. "Hey, can we talk?" Alexa asked. Y/N gave her a thumbs up and turned off the television before turning to look at Alexa who had just sat down next to her on the couch. "What's up?" Y/N asked, tossing the pizza on her plate and giving Alexa her full attention. "I was gonna ask why you've been so distant lately? You're always canceling our meet ups and most of the time I find out on Twitter that you basically ditched me for Charlotte," Alexa asked, slighty looking away as she didn't want to fully look at Y/N, scared of her reaction.

"Are you implying something? You do realize I'm not obligated to give you my attention every second, right?" Y/N raised a brow, immediately growing an attitude, but that was all to hide what she really wanted to say. Alexa frowned and squinted her eyes at Y/N, "I didn't say that. I'm just kinda bothered that you're not putting in as much work because you're too busy spending time with Charlotte."

Y/N scoffed and stood up, "No no no, I have been putting in my blood sweat and tears to make this team work. Just because I want to hang out with a friend doesn't mean I don't care about this team! I do care, and I show that every week when I walk down that ramp." Now Alexa had scoffed, "Oh yeah? Are you really that sure you're friends? It seems like way more than that to me." Y/N's eyes widened slightly at the accusation and she rolled her eyes, grabbing her bag and getting ready to leave. She wasn't scheduled for a match, she just had to cut a promo backstage for Alexa's match.

"Uh huh, leave. It's what you seem to do best! I mean you sure had no problem bailing on all our plans for Charlotte. Maybe you should go cry to her," Alexa said, causing Y/N to pause in her steps and shut the door. "You literally have no fucking idea what you're talking about! You wanna know why I pushed you away?! Because, I realized how much I actually like spending time with you. And I realized that I fell in love with you when I promised I wouldn't fall in love ever again. And maybe, just maybe, that scared the shit out of me, so I pushed you away, because I haven't felt this way about anyone since Ashley. So I'm sorry." Y/N stormed out before Alexa could even get a word out.

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Y/N walked down the halls, holding her duffle bag on her shoulder and heading down to the parking lot to leave. The show was finished, Alexa won her match but could barely focus on celebrating it because Y/N wasn't by her side. Y/N had powered her phone off as well so she ignored every single call and text she got from Lexi. Y/N cursed under her breath seeing Lexi standing beside her car which was parked right next to Y/N's motorcycle. Y/N immediately tossed her duffle bag on the back, not even sparing Lexi a glance which made her frown. As Y/N goes to hop on her bike, Lexi grabs her arm, stopping her.

"Can we talk in the car?" Lexi asked. Y/N licked her lips and reluctantly agreed after a few seconds of silence. Lexi walked around to the driver's side and Y/N hopped in the passenger seat. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Y/N finally decided to break it. "I meant it, ya know? Every word," she mumbled. Lexi suddenly grabbed Y/N by her jacket and pulled their lips together. It didn't take Y/N long to kiss back with more passion. Lexi pulled away first for breath and leaned her forehead against Y/N's, "I love you too." She mumbled. A smile grew on Y/N's face and she kissed Lexi again, and they pulled away after a few seconds to breath.

"I literally had the biggest crush on you for years, like way before I even met you," Lexi admitted. Y/N chuckled and leaned back in the seat. "If I met you sooner, I can guarantee that I would most definitely had liked you back."

Two days later, Y/N and Lexi both cuddled on Lexi's sofa, binge watching Disney movies.

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