#mine aint very low so...

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

May I request Great Seven Yuu with no filter? Maybe the other students are just TESTING THEM that day and with a little prodding from their darling parents, they just say what’s on their mind for the day

Yuu + The Great Seven

Note: This is different from my other great 7 fics as I don't focus on what the 7 say as much here, this also aint the canon unit yuu for this. Anyways enjoy

Cws: Gn!Yuu, Rook is clowned on cause he's French, implications of Crewel/Crowley but in a divorcee way, some cringe ig, minor changes to canon, first years are ur homies, sebek has moments where he yells in all caps cause he's cringe, Lilia knows Maleficent, Trey isn't slandered as much as he should be, Starts off Crack, turns to angst, then fluff. 6k Words

****

Since arriving at NRC, you have been playing your role well, excellent even. You played the role of a magicless, weak, and gullible prefect that knew nothing of the world you were in. The mirror said that you “had too many souls to judge” and that you had no magic, which was technically true as the magic you had was borrowed from the seven sealed within you.

It was going to be perfect. You can finally lay low and research this world to give your dear seven parents and their familiars bodies again, then make your place in this new world… or so you thought. 

Right after the disaster that was the entrance ceremony, you ended up being roommates with the cat and crashed it. Fine, you could work with this. Then the very next day, the cat got into a fight with a pathetic bully which caused a statue to get burned, which then caused another person to get involved, which then caused a chandelier to break, and then you had to go off into a hidden mine to fight a monster late into the night, and you get the story.

It has been consistently difficult to pretend you had no magic, or to make the excuse that “someone else must have casted that spell”. When you eventually had to explain that you were a magician, there went the first half of your plan. Now Crowley and everyone seems to expect more from you, at least you were able to pretend it was weak, you guess. And as if it could get any worse, the seven seem to be encouraged to give these brats a taste of their own medicine and stop holding back. Oh how you would love to but putting up with everyone after, especially the number one pain in your ass, Ace, would be so fucking annoying.

The aforementioned pain in your ass poked you, interrupting the mental conversation you were having with the ensemble in your head, and you had to hold back the urge to use Hades’ flames to set him ablaze. You shut your eyes tightly and tense up before slowly turning to him. “What?” Your eyes narrow as Ace looks over at you with the most infuriating neutral expression that turns to a pout. 

“Were you even listening to me?” “Look, it’s nothing personal, it’s just how I am.” Ace’s lips pursed as he raised a brow. “Really?” Deuce nudged Ace. “Hey, be nice, you know they don't mean to space off like that, it's their condition.” Deuce was truly a blessing. “Seems to me like Yuu is just a space case,” Grim snickered and Sebek nodded his head. “I completely agree with Grim! Honestly, how could you and Silver be so complacent? Do you lack discipline?”

You mentally groaned with the seven at Sebeks scolding. “They don’t lack discipline,” Jack interrupted, “Yuu says they have a condition that delays their thoughts, they need extra time to process what you said.” “Thank you, Jack.” You smile, and feel Ortho glide right next to you and look up at you. “Having a condition like that must be hard… I can't imagine my processor lagging…” Ortho trails off and frowns, “Oh but I’ll try my best to look for a fix for you!” The child beams. Epel looks over at you.

“That is one hell of an issue huh? Some days you're just as quick as anyone else but then sometimes you take forever, it's a fickle thing.” Epel hums and Ace rolls his eyes at everyone defending you. “Tch, yeah what's that about? Sometimes I even hear you talking to yourself, weirdo.” Ace playfully nudges you and you narrow your eyes at him. 

Something within you snaps. Maybe it’s because of all the stress of hiding it. Maybe it's because you have to interact and pretend everything is fine to the students who have bullied, harassed, and tried to kill you resulting in god awful PTSD finally making you snap. Or maybe it's just because you want this damned asshole that has wormed his way into your heart to shut up.

“Because ‘thought processing disorder’ isn’t the best way to actually describe my condition, Ace, but it's sure as hell easier to explain than ‘I have several voices in my head judging me and telling me what to do all the time and no medication cannot stop it no matter what I do and all of your stupid comments and questions makes them erupt in a 10 minute yelling match making it impossible to hear my own thoughts!” 

You sneer at them all as they look over with a mix of surprise and pity, Ortho looks like a kicked puppy. You sigh, “I’m sorry, I just…” “Nah that's nothing to apologize for…” Ace sighs, and you know he wants to apologize but pride won't allow him. “Y’know what if you just say what the voices want to say?” Deuce suddenly asks out of the blue.

“O-of course, I don't know what they say so maybe it's not a good idea but…” “Actually, it may give Ace some patience for once.” Jack gives a small smirk. “We all know he needs to learn to think before he speaks.” “Hey!” Ace huffs. “Fine then, bring it! I can take whatever you throw at me.” And the ginger smirks as if he didn't just say some famous last words.

“You're serious?” You blink. “Do you even think you could handle it?” Sebek scoffs, “I can take anything a measly human dishes out, it is nothing compared to fae!” Epel shuts his eyes in annoyance. “Oh you three don’t even know what you’re getting into, yet you’re already signing up for trouble.” Ortho beams. “Actually, this might help me collect some data to help you, Yuu!” “You four don’t even know what you're getting yourselves into…” Epel corrects himself.

“Okay okay.” You sigh. “Tomorrow, I will allow whatever they say, happen… to an extent at least…” You mutter, making Hades and the Queen of Hearts in your head boo you. Last thing you need is an Arson charge….

****

You laid down on your bed later that day as the sun began to set. “Okay guys… there are only a few ground rules. No murder, and no major property damage, small fires are okay, okay?” Before any of the seven and their familiars could respond or complain, you heard Grim.

“Who’re you talking to? Oh wait, you speaking to the guys in your head?” Grim asked, jumping on the bed and cuddling up to you. “First the mouse in the mirror and now you have some voices in your head, what other secrets are you keeping from me, hmm?” 'A lot actually', you think as you stroke Grim’s fluffy head. “You’ll see tomorrow.” You smile and your excitement made it difficult to sleep that night.

****

You got up, did your daily routine that Mama Grimhilde has laid out for you, before exiting the house with Grim in your arms for breakfast. Of course you haven’t forgotten the deal you made today at all. ‘Pssst, hey small sib~’ Flotsam chuckles darkly in your head, ‘Can I bite someone today?’ You chuckle, “Only if they deserve it.” Grim peeked up at you. “Oh yeah, you’re talking out loud today.” Grim smirks, “I wonder how Explodey-Head’s gonna react to that!”

Slinking into the cafeteria, you get into line per usual, getting a tray of whatever was free that you liked, you had to pinch your pennies this week. Sitting down, you notice that your usual squad was there, including Ace and Deuce, who usually took their time to arrive, and Ortho who usually had to deal with his brother. “Good morning.” You say settling down. “Morning, Yuu!” Ortho beams, “I got here early so I can start the data collection! I'll try to record as much as possible!” 

‘Oh how precious.’ Ursula purrs in your head, and the seven’s consensus on Ortho, even if they didn’t appreciate anklebiters, is that he wasn’t half bad. “So, today you're going to embrace your issues, I SAY BRING IT ON!” Sebek yells, making everyone wince, and Epel shoots a tired glare. ‘Tell that boy to silence! I am trying to nap!’ Scar huffs.

You nervously sigh, “Well first off all, they said to shut up please, it's not even 7 in the morning.” Sebek looks offended for a moment, but a very familiar voice interrupts, sending shivers down your spine. “Oh Koebi-Chan~” A wry voice purrs, making Grim hop off of you to hide. Everyone in your head went ‘oh no this guy again.’

You honestly didn’t mind Floyd, hell, you dare to consider him a friend, but you really were not in the mood for his antics today. “Hey Floyd,” You sigh, “look dude, I’m not in the mood today, can you please leave me alone?” You ask, and your words just make Floyd beam. The seven seem annoyed, but then you feel their excitement; your first victim. 'Humiliate the boy…' Jafar whispers to you.

Floyd drapes himself over you as you eat, occasionally leaning over to try and steal a bite from whatever was on your fork. “Ehh? Little shrimpy’s feeling bold today!~ How fun! Whatcha gonna do about me?~” His arms wrap around you to squeeze around your rib cage, “Especially when I squeeze…” 

“Dude, leave them alone.” Deuce says before freezing at the glare he was shot. "…Please?” He adds. “Look Floyd,” Jack sighs, “we’re trying to get Yuu some help today with an illness, Ortho is trying to get data on them, you aren’t helping.” Jack interrupts, trying to keep your condition vague for your privacy. Seems like Jack forgot that Floyd ignores reason when he finds it funny.

“Ooo~, is the little shrimpy sick?” Floyd says backing off of you slightly and poking you in the ribs. “You know Azul may have a remedy for it, you should come on down.~” “He does not, and for the final time there is nothing he can offer me that would make me want to make a deal with him. Please go away.” You warn one last time and Floyd leans in, pushing his luck in hopes to see you squirm. Ortho glares and prepares to get up and send him away but you hold out your hand to tell him to stop.

“Whatcha gonna do lil shrimpy?~” Floyd smirks. ‘Is it time?’ Hades asks, ‘Please tell me its time.’ You smile and mentally reply, ‘it’s time.’ You keep your calm smile as you look at Floyd. “Probably something my father taught me.” “And what's that?” Floyd says, grabbing the back of your neck. 

“This.” Suddenly you erupted in the brightest blue flames the world has ever seen making half of the cafeteria turn to stare. Your friends at the table all jump back and Ortho flashes red as he scans you. As quickly as the flames came to be, they disappeared. Floyd pulled his hands away, waving it off to cool it down. He wasn’t burned, at least nothing major, but the sleeve of his uniform was singed and he stared at it in rapt fascination.

You expected him to get annoyed, or to maybe start a fight, or something, but Floyd was in a good mood, and he laughed. “I didn’t know little shrimpy could do that! I thought you could only summon an ember, eheheh!~ Seems little shrimpy has more secrets than we thoooought~” Floyd muses, and suddenly another familiar face comes in, one that looks exactly like Floyd.

“Floyd, I believe the prefect doesn’t want to play anymore. Come on now, we should go.” “Aww but I wanna keep playing!” “I know brother dearest, but it seems that the cruel and unwavering Prefect doesn't want to,” Jade faked a frown and sighed, “How awful, if only they could have an ounce of compassion for my poor, poor brother… However, ” Jade opened his eyes back up and smirked, staring directly at you with a twinkle in his eye. “I think it’s best to leave them alone for today, especially since whatever ailment they have seems to make them erupt in flames at any given moment…” 

The eel’s voice drips with faux concern and Floyd snickers, Azul is gonna have some wonderful intel to ponder over later. You decide to say exactly what all of your fathers thinking. “Go eat shit and die for all I care.” And Jade’s eyes widen ever so slightly before the gleam with amusement, having never seen this side of you. “Of course prefect! If this ah… ailment continues to cause you trouble, please do let us know. We at Octavinelle love to help the poor and unfortunate.”

You watched the two slink off before turning back to your meal as all of your first year friends gawked at you. “What the hell was that! You never said you could do that!” Ace sputtered. “Yeah! You nearly cooked me!” Grim whines, making the audience in your head relish in their surprise. Ursula and The Queen of Hearts seem particularly amused. 

“Magic like that requires a lot of skill.” Sebek ponders, “To cast a flame cloak and not burn yourself requires a lot of concentration, furthermore it requires a high amount of magic potential on par with fae. Didn’t you say you have none, Yuu? HAVE YOU BEEN LYING ABOUT WHAT YOU ARE? OR PERHAPS YOU WANTED TO HIDE IT TO SKIRT OUT ON EXAMS!” “Volume!” Deuce whines, and Grimhilde mentally thanks him.

“Oh… whoops…” “WHOOPS??” A few of the first years yell and Epel shoots you an ugly-baffled expression. “Whoops?? Whoops?? Is that all you have to say about that? You performed some of the most advanced defensive magic without a second thought and you just say whoops??” Epel’s accent threatens to slip out.

“Hey, Ortho, what's their magic reading, you look concerned.” Deuce asks as Ortho looks at the screens he’s projecting with a calculating expression. “I think there is an error in my system, I have scanned them 5 times and it says they have no traces of magic at all, but there is also no trace of any dampening magic used to hide or change that reading. Furthermore, the technique they used is no longer in use, records show it dates back more than the era of gods! That version of the spell they casted cannot be duplicated at all!” Ortho says in amazement before turning to you.

“Just… what are you?”

You blink as they all stare at you expectedly. “I'm a human.”

****

It was time for class, you said that you were gonna use the bathroom first, so the others should go without you for now, you’ll see them with Crewel. You didn’t think that anything eventful would come from it. You were wrong. This is NRC.

Coming out of the bathroom, a few Savanahclaw chuds cornered you. “Can I help you?” You asked exasperatedly to the NRC equivalents of Beavis and Butthead. “Tch, you know why we're here!” “…No, I don't.” You blink rubbing your eye, which just pissed off the duo even more.

“You made a fool out of our dorm during the spell drive competition!” “Oh god, is that what this about, dude that was nearly a year ago.” “Yeah and we came back to settle the score.” You just raised a brow and a small smile crept to your face.

‘Oh! Oh! Can I bite now? Please please please can I bite now! Come onnnn I’ve been such a good eel!’ Flotsam pleads and you hear the familiars speak. ‘Me want bite!!’ Ed whines. Raven caws, ‘Yeah me too!’ Iago agrees. ‘We wanna join too!’ The imps laugh. ‘I will… stay here…’ Diaval sighs.

You blink. “Sick em.” You say, making the two idiots make a face at you. Flotsam immediately lunges for the ass. “AIIIIEEE!” One yells and you hold back a snort as the others join, Iago and Raven both grabbing onto the members hair and pecking at them. Jetsam basically lassos around one, making him trip so the hyena trio can rough him up. The imps both transform into a blue and red cat respectively and continue to add to the looney tunes violence of it all.

The two run off and the familiars return to you, except for the eels that slither miserably in place on the smooth, frictionless floor. “Help us up.” Jetsam scoffs. “No I think I’ll stay like this a bit longer.” 'Angelfish…' Ursula warns. "... yes mom…"

…

..

.

On your way to class you run into Crowley who attempts to stop you and unload another issue for you to deal with. Instead you say what your familiars wanted to say. “You are gay.” You say, making the man just stare at you as you walk off. “And Crewel also has weirdly complicated feelings for you.” 

“FEELINGS YOU SAY?? WHICH ONES?? WHICH SORT OF FEELINGS YUU?? YUU!!!” You speed walk off regretting that decision, but you admit it will be funny to see those two get divorced. Crewel deserves better.

****

Animal Linguistics was always a bit of an annoying class, and this time, Trein has invited a few of the more advanced students to the class to help you freshmen. Ace let out a deep sigh when he saw Ruggie, knowing this guy will only do the bare minimum for his grade and charge any lesson extra.

“So when the cat goes ‘mrrrp?’ You're good, usually you should try to respond with a ‘mah Ah’” Ruggie explains to your group. “Do we always have to talk to cats and mice? I feel like we should also practice some other creatures too…” You sigh. 

Trein overhears you and responds. “Your birds don’t count, Yuu. They are able to speak.” You sigh. “Okay…” You sigh and Ruggie gives you that stupid shit-eating grin. “Aw, you not satisfied with my lesson?” “No.” You glare, which surprises Ruggie, unused to your assertiveness. “I can speak to animals already and I’ve been teaching these boneheads, we're fine here.” 

“Yeah but you say things that don't make sense…” Grim complains. “It doesn’t make sense because you guys are not used to the accents animals have. You know what, hold on, I‘ll get some real good ones to practice on.” “Huh what are you—?” Ruggie gawks when he sees three whole hyenas appear out of nowhere along with two eels around your waist. 

“They are not allowed to speak in their human voices. Knock 'em out, guys.” “Yuu! Where did you even…” Trein sighs. “Fine, fine, they can stay as long as they are well behaved…” The hyenas cackle and the eels snicker. Deuce nervously looks into the crossed eyes of Ed who winks in response.

Ace seals his lips to hold back a laugh until Banzai leans where he stares nervously. “Seduce me bro.” “AYO???”

****

Soon history class came, and once again a special guest was brought in, Lilia. The lesson went fine. Your sass wasn't needed. You kept quiet as you took a few notes here and there, and the end bell soon rang out. You stared at a particular note you took. 

‘The Thorn Fairy’s wings were leathery and bat-like, much like a dragon.’ 

You looked down at the note, and Maleficent herself seems to hum. ‘Seems like he is still following orders years later.’ She says and doesn’t elaborate. As students begin to pack up and leave, you wave down Lilia, who puts a hand on his hip and waits for you.

“Oho? What is it, prefect?” Lilia beams as you look at the note you took in your open notebook. “I have a question about what you said about the Thorn Fairy.” Lilia nods, “Well yes, what is it? It always warms my heart to see youngsters value history.”

You look at the note again. “You said that her wings were leathery and bat-like.” Lilia nods his head. “But aren't they feathered?” Lilia’s smile drops. “In fact she lost her wings too but got them back at some point, right? Did they become leathery during those years they were gone? Is that what you mean?”

Lilia looks at you, a bit of shock in his eyes, before he quietly speaks to you. “How do you know that?” “Know what?” “The Thorn Fairy only disclosed that information to two people, her raven, Diaval, and me…” You freeze for a moment and then Diaval appears on your shoulder to caw at him. 

Lilia stares at you, then at the raven, then back to you. “Diaval, is that you…? Why are you with… wait does that mean—" Lilia was cut off. “Yo, Yuu!” Deuce calls out from the doorway. “You coming?” You clear your throat and nod. “Yeah, I’m coming!” You look over at Lilia, “Thank you for your time.” He could only stare as you walked off and Diaval cawed an apology 

***

Towards the end of the day, you and your first year friends were all going to hang out at Heartslabyul to study together, which you know was code for ‘get distracted halfway and hang out’. You walked down the main path to the mirror chamber when you felt a familiar presence nearby. You were being watched.

“Come out Rook, I know you're there.” You look over at one of the apple trees, and narrow your eyes when you see Rook pop out from behind it all theatric. “Très bien, Trickster! You found me, that is a feat not many can achieve!” The weirdo beams. You nodded. “Yeah, you don't need to stalk me by the way. I am happy to get to know you through talking…”

“Non non, Trickster, you say that however I believe you don’t truly speak your mind!” The French man smiles. “I notice that you are not true to yourself! Always holding back your strength and what you mean to say, when I caught wind you were going to be yourself for a day, I could not help but try to study you!” Okay wow, he has you read.

“You can learn so much more about a person through their actions, but alas, you are so good at concealing those too, mon dieu, you are quite the mystery that I hope to uncover, and the most challenging one to date!” Rook says in awe. “I enjoy a good hunt, and this one has been most enthralling!” “I’ve always been able to sense when you're there, its why I tend to slink off not long after.”

“Merde! Is that so?” Rook smirks, and you sweat, you fucked up. “Aha, I knew you knew of me! Oh how fun! I have never had such good prey before!” You narrow your eyes slightly as he continues. “Would you dare to tell me how you are able to detect me so easily? Ah– but of course, if you don't that makes things much more magnifique!” 

“Um… I honestly actually don't know how I do, I just do?” Rook seems pleased, “How effortless! Tres bien! Beauté! I must hone my skills as a hunter more! Until next time, Yuu!” Rook begins to walk off before pausing and his smile drops for a moment.

“And even if it is not me, I do hope you can truly open up to somebody someday. Anyone would be lucky to have that level of trust with a Trickster such as yourself! Holding everything in does you no good! Au revior, little trickster, or perhaps I should call you le Chevalier Mystère?” Rook has that small sparkle in his eye.

“Switch it up now and then, keep it interesting.” You nod at Rook “À bientôt!” He says, and he seems to be muttering some weird French poem about strangers and beauty as you leave.

****

You were stopped yet again on your way to Heartslabyul as you passed the mystery shop. The door was open and you see Trey ponder how he’s going to carry the groceries he brought back to the dorm. “Hey Trey,” you walks in and wave, “you look conflicted, something up?”

“Ah prefect, I am actually,” Trey wears that smiley-wincing expression that Trey has when he’s in deep shit. “I'm sorry to bother you, but could you help me carry some of these bags back to my dorm? It may take a few trips but I promise a treat in return.” “You don’t need to Trey, I’ll help you even without one, you’ve been kind to me.”

Trey’s brows raise slightly and he adjusts his glasses, looking away awkwardly. “Ah, well, thank you, Prefect.” Trey rolls up his sleeves, revealing his forearms as he prepares to grab a bag. "Those bags of flour and sugar are quite heavy, so be careful— wuh?” Trey stared dumbstruck as you lifted 500 pounds worth of dry ingredient bags in one arm. “I- how are you— Is that not heavy?” 

“It is, but I’m used to it.” “At least let me help—“ “No, no  fine, lets go.” “O… kay…” Trey adjusts his glasses and you both walk off to Heartslabyul, making a lot of people turn their heads as you pass by. 

Entering the dorm, you notice Deuce and Grim gawk at you. “Give me a minute, I’m helping Trey!” You shout as you walk everything to the kitchen and set it down on the counter. “There.” Trey stares at the pile you put down, mentally going through all the times before you acted so weak. “Ahem, thank you prefect, Ace told me you would be over in the rose garden to ‘study’ right?” “They never study.” Trey gives that 'Trey sad smile' from earlier. “You got that right.”

****

Exiting the kitchen, you look into one of the mirrors hanging on the walls of the dorm, adjusting your appearance when yet another annoying voice interrupts you. “O-M-G! It's Yuu-Chan!” Cater shouts with his typical manufactured smile. “Heyyyy!” He waves and you feel your brain melting in your skull. “Hey Cater, what's up?”

“I have a questionnn!~” He smiles, pulling up something on his phone. “Are these you?” You sweat and look over to the images he pulled up. There was one of you in flames in the cafeteria, and another of you in the hallway wheezing at the pack of familiars all jumping the two chuds. “Yeah… yeah you caught me…”

“They’re trending locally right now and you know I just have to get in on that! Mind if we take a pic?” “Go ahead.” You sigh and Cater immediately snaps a selfie of him and your exhausted self. “Me and the bestie! #NRCProblemChild #NRCConspiracy #IsekaiProtag #ExtraTerrestrialPrefectConspiracy! Aaannnd post! Thank you, Yuu-Chan, I’m curious though what was that about?”

“Those two assholes were trying to beat me up and don’t worry about the other one.” “Don't worry?” Cater scoffs as you adjust yourself in the mirror again. “Helllooo the magicless prefect, turned slightly magical, turned to god-like mage suddenly does that within a year! That's gotta be something!” Cater beams and then looks over at you and sweats.

You were glaring at him, but the mirror in front of you had several eyes also glaring at him. “… Who’s that?” “Who’s what?” “That!” Cater points to the mirror and when you turn to look it disappears. “That's me, Cater, I know I look a bit different since first arriving, but I don't think I look half bad.” You gave an insincere smile.

“My friends are waiting for me Cate, seeya..."

****

You left the hangout early, not liking all the questions probing into your mind or your past at all, in fact you left pretty upset with some insinuations and accusations of your insincerity. “Are we even friends, Yuu?” Deuce frowned. “Have you been lying to us?” Jack glares. You sigh, and walk randomly, no destination in mind. 

“Why aren't you opening up to us?” Ace huffs. “I mean you trust us right?” Ace’s frown turned to offense when he saw you look away. “Dude come on! When have we given you a reason to not trust us?” You snap at him. “Our very first meeting was you insulting me and since then you have been roping me into trouble!” 

Ace looked guilty there. “Yuu…” Epel frowned and Ortho shot a glare at Ace. “Human, Ace may have had a rough meeting but what about us?” “What about you? What about you?” You dragged your hands across your face. 

“There's a lot about you guys actually! From Mr. Don’t-Be-Friendly-Cause-We’ll-Never-be-Friends over here to Mr.Internalized-Racism-Against-My-Kind here! And let’s not forget I-Cause-Half-Of-Your-Problems-And-Sometimes-Leave-You-WIthout-Food-For-A-Few-Days Grim! Yeah I have no clue! It's almost like I tried opening up to you all before but I was brushed off. It's almost like I have been telling you that I have been having these prophetic dreams since arriving and have been telling you about a man living in my mirror and calling out to me constantly! And everytime— every fucking time its nothing or no big deal!”

You wipe away tears. “I have been trying to talk, but nobody's listening. It’s like I’m made to understand and not be understood! I have been having to put everyone else before myself and solve everyone’s else’s problems without a thank you or someone to lean on since day one! I mean, all these blots have given me fucking scars. Physical fucking scars! All while I was being berated for being a weak little human too! And what? I still am expected to bend over backwards for the people that tried to kill me? Everything’s swept under the rug for everyone else but me, huh? No one ever checks on me, hell, I am not even acknowledged half the time when I’m in the same room as someone, so yeah I also wonder why I don't talk.”

You push yourself up and grab your things. “Wait!” “No, no! Leave me alone, for once will you leave me alone willingly!” “Yuu come on! We’ll listen.” You pause. “Yuu isn’t even my name.” You glare. “It isn't…?” Grim asks. “I have been called ‘You’ this entire time here because no one bothered asking my name and everyone assumed it was ‘Yuu’. I don't even get to introduce myself anyways when I do get asked. I am not my own person, and you never made me feel like my own person.”

You walked off. Looking back now you regret it. You’re embarrassed, you sounded so stupid. You wipe away a few tears and feel a presence appear, Cerberus. The three heads nudge and cuddle you as you sob and you can feel the sevens hands all trying to soothe you. ‘There, there’ one says. Let it out.’ Another responds. ‘Poor thing.’ 

“Come on, boy, it's been a while since you’ve been on a walk…” You mutter, and think back to what Rook said to you earlier. Opening up to someone was a Herculean task on its own, but someone understanding you was impossible. Even telling people the truth can get you or them in trouble…

You lead the way down to the Ignihyde dorm. No one in that dorm leaves their room anyways, it's safe for your good boy to walk around there. 

***

There was in fact a certain dorm leader there, who was just as shocked to see you and a giant dog. Idia punched in the number to a snack at the vending machine, turned around and gawked at the giant dog behind him. He then looked over at you.

“Yuu? Is that-? I mean is he—? Ortho said you—… Is that the real…?” Idia sputtered, not sure what  to ask first. “Shut it weeb, no ones gonna believe you.” Idia gawked even more. Since when were you so sassy? No seriously, you were also so overly kind to everyone it unsettled him.

“…Sorry…” you mumble. “You can pet him… he’s… soft…” Idia blinks and offers out a hand. One of the heads sniffs it before nuzzling into him. “Holy shit…” Idia whispers as he immediately starts fawning over the dog.

“Who’s some good boys, who’s some boys? Oh that's a great pupper! Oh yes you all are!” It’s strange to see Idia all smiley to himself, but it’s pleasant. “How did you—“ “I can't answer that.” You respond. “So dont ask…”

Idia goes quiet leaning back from the heads that licked him, his flaming locks dancing behind him. “Ortho said you haven’t been feeling well…” “I haven’t been, not for a while, I guess it finally all came out to the point where it’s noticeable…” “Ah, I feel that…” Idia trails off awkwardly.

“I know we're not friends, but I appreciate you.” Idia mumbles. “You make Ortho very happy, and I love seeing my little brother happy… He says you're like another sibling and insists we would get along. He really wants me to get to know you… and uh.. We don't have to, but… yeah… Thank you, I guess…’ Idia looks like he’s about to die, but he speaks again.

“Ortho says you make him feel human, and that you’ve been helping him learn more about how to find out who he is more than anyone else, more than me, even, probably cause you got out more… He told me you were upset, and he’s worried about you. So uh… please reach out to him?”

“Thank you, Idia…” You sigh. “Yeah I will, I will reach out to him, its not his fault, I just… I just need time to think… I don't even know who I am, or what comforts me…” “Um, I don't know what you like… but uh… actually, give me your number. I know a pretty cool site with a lot of free shows, I think there’s a few you’ll like.” He offers an attempt at a smile. “And also maybe you try a few video games? If you haven’t tried them already… who knows maybe we can play together…” You smile and open up your contacts. “Yeah, I would like that actually…” 

A new contact was added: ‘Gremlin.’

****

Walking off to your dorm, you dare not go in. You don't know if your friends are all waiting for you inside, or if Grims there. You sorta don't want to deal with that right now still. The corners of your eyes catch a familiar sight. Fireflies dance through the night, coming out of the grass and surrounding you.

“Hey, Tsunotaro… Heh, maybe I ought to call you ‘Firefly’ or king of the fireflies, maybe.” You wipe your eyes as you turn around and there he is, your Tsunotaro. You both don't know each other's names, but you don't need to. Tsunotaro and Child of Man work just fine.

“Greetings, Child of Man, it’s always good to see you but…” The fae frowns, “are you alright, Child of Man? You seem troubled…” “I… Yeah I am… I just… don’t know what to do…”

Your friend carefully reaches out to you before retracting his hand. “Do you want to talk about it?” “I think I need a distraction…” “I can do that,” Tsunotaro offers his hand. “Come with me.

You have never seen so many pretty colors before as Malleus casts a few spells, making the forest into the most beautiful light show you’ve ever seen. Mushrooms glow from where they sprout, leaves swirl with beautiful patterns, and the fireflies dance through the sky against the stars. You swear you can hear music from them.

“This is… This is beautiful…” “I am glad you enjoy it,” Malleus watches as you watch each step you take, the leaves below you glowing with each step. “Are you feeling better now?” “Yeah, I am… You know…” you pause nervously.

“Yes? What is it?” “It feels like… you're my only true friend…” The lightshow around you flickers for a moment. “Is that so…” Malleus stares wide eyed. “Yeah… Just… I can be kind to everyone… but I can't be friends with anyone. They all don't really get to know the real me, you know?” Malleus stares off.

“I do know that feeling well… You are my only friend…” You pause and look at him. The lights behind you turn to a more pinkish hue. “That's hard to believe, you are a wonderful person.” “Likewise, Child of Man. I would think someone as kind as you would have much more.”

You sniff, “I’ve been helping so many people, but it feels like…” You sigh. “I have seen the hard work you have put into everything. Not a lot of people can say they have gone through what you have gone through and won. You are much stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

Malleus takes your hand. “I am sorry that others do not acknowledge that. I hope those around you soon start to realize what a blessing you are.” You squeeze his hand. “Come on, why don’t we both enjoy this light show?” 

…

..

.

At the very last waltz, your legs feel like jelly, and you cannot tell if it's because of how happy you are or because you've been standing too long. You pull away gently. “Thank you Tsunotaro, for everything.” Malleus nods. “It was nothing. Thank you for being my friend.” He stares off to the sky for a moment. “Farewell, Child of Man, may the night be full of promise for you.” 

The fae starts to fade away and you reach out, using a spell of your own. “Wait…” You hold onto Malleus’ arm making him appear again. The fae looks at you with shock. “You overrode my magic…” Malleus whispers, and his shocked face turns to one of awe and his eyes hint towards excitement. “No one has ever been able to do that… Just what else are you hiding, Child of Man?” 

“I want to give you my name.” “Your name?” Malleus looks shocked once again. “My real name.” “Don't you know of the stories about giving your name to Fae?” “I know them, but I trust you. I know you would never hurt me.” Your expression and voice is so sure it nearly overwhelms the fae.

“You trust me that much? I could smite you with lightning in an instant.” “Then smite me.” Malleus paused and nothing happened. “See? I know you wouldn’t hurt me. You’ve had opportunities this entire time and you haven’t.” “You really want to tell me Child of Man? When I have not even given you my name?” Malleus' voice nearly shakes.

“You don't need to. But if you do, no matter what name comes out, I won't be afraid.” You take his hand, and for the first time since arriving, you introduce yourself, and you tell him your name, your real name.

“I see, what a wonderful name… I supposed I shall finally tell you mine as well.” The fae smiles, “Draconia. Malleus Draconia…” “Malleus? That's not too bad for yourself…” Malleus lets out a laugh at that. “I suppose not.” He smiles then looks off again. “Well then, friend… Thank you for everything tonight. I have not been this happy in a long time…” 

“Good night, Malleus. I hope to see you again soon.”

“Good night, Child of Man…” 

He fades out and you hear Maleficent speak to you. ‘He likes you.’ She says, and you hear a few voices teasing you. You chuckle and find the strength in you to go back into your dorm and confront tomorrow. Rook’s words from earlier echoes through your mind. You have found people you can truly open up to.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst first years #twst first years x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #ortho shroud #ortho shroud x reader #epel felmier #epel felmier x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #the great 7 parents #trey clover #trey clover x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #deuce spade #deuce space x reader #jade leech #floyd leech #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #jack howl #jack howl x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader

[butterfrogmantis]

You're all forcibly locked in a room with me and a slide projector of Wooly rn /j

Anyway yes he has a vice like grip on my brain rn so enjoy some more middle aged cowboy

1.I HC Wooly as the very oldest of the first delivered gen and a few years older than the majority. A few decades mean literally nothing to smurfs but a few years can mean a lot to people so I've been sorta careful, I think if you took a snapshot of the 80's series then I HC Wooly to be around 28, some of the other older ones are 26=27 and then a small 2 year gap whilst most of the smurfs are around 20-23 and Tuffy as 19 going on 20 just to make him definitively the youngest (but like, still an adult). Bare in mind this is specifically from the events of canon so obviously going into ng and stuff you add a few years (or even a couple of decades) onto everyone and bang they're all middle aged and of course Wooly reaches his midlife crisis first which is why I've been drawing him greying & with crows feet and now comes the body type! For some reason I always compare Wooly to Farmer in my head which is silly because Farmer is lean muscle and SHREDDED and Wooly is older man beefy. Still strong don't get him wrong he can wrastle a charging ram with his bare hands but there's definitely middle aged gut under there and that's cool

2."We aint gotta do no fancy waltz - dance with me Spinny, fer the hell of it"

Extract from a fanfic I'll (probably) never write but I'm picturing a scene where there's a fancy Smurf ball organised by someone pretentious who's insisting on having a "high class function" with couples only and Spinner's pissed because he worked hard on a whole bunch of materials for the decorations and now he can't even go because the host insists on the couples rule and can't make exceptions. So now Wooly's also mad because his best friend is upset and decides to throw a "low class country fest" on the same night and everyone can come and dance to honky-tonk and actually have fun.

Wooly (c) The Smurfs

Spinner is mostly mine ig?? I never know how to tag him

#smurfs #my art #the smurfs #Wooly & Spinner #platonic

[chefeader]

life update:

hi y'all,

honestly i haven't been posting because im so caught up in studying for the back to back mocks, i have 2 in a week, yesterdays mock i scored so less, way less than my expectation , and way less than what i worked for, i had 3 days and trust me despite putting my everything and feeling confident i got nothing ( the fruit of hardwork) despite having such bad period cramps and wanting to rest i went to extreme 12 hours of study, and its disappointing that it did not pay back atleast in the form of a good score but rather a very low score.

i cried yesterday after coming home, if people are able to score 500-600 above why am i not,honeslty the thought of suici*e came to my mind too, but im not a loser, i cant give up after wasting so much of my dads money and putting in sm effort, then had to restart studying for the next mock, it aint full syllabus, its just some chapters compiled, im going to focus more on question practice.

i want to reach out to this ex bestfriend of mine whom i hold as close in my heart and as my elder sis, but idk if she feels the same and the last convo we had she clearly didn't want me in her life, but i feel mixed reaction from her recently when we spoke through an anonymous platform. but reaching out to her can make someone close to me upset and angry with me. i think im just on my period mood swings and feeling lonely , having no one to believe in me and motivate and love me.

take care everyone, good luck to all neet aspirants, may we pass with flying colors and get selected ! <3

my senior advised that they purposely make such hard papers , neet is easier than this, if you're able to solve pyqs and past papers then you're good. also i saw a video where a girl was in the top 20 the whole year and she got 603 or less in real neet cus she stopped focusing on ncert and went to jee adv level q for neet, and a girl who used to get 400s went to 700 in real neet by focusing on ncert so anything can happen, a miracle or a bad thing too , so dont stop believing in god and yourself.

Thankyou for reading if you did.

#neetexam #neetcore #i need sleep #study aesthetic #neetpreparation #physics #student #period cramps #period pain #scores #chemistry #biology

[commanderjuni]

💣 CHARACTER TALK | TECHNICIAN LAFF

dw abt me recycling a character name i do it all the time /lh

OK onto this girl! i made her literally Just Yesterday and am deciding that SHE shall be my de facto commander but her priority purpose? roleplay! :]

i'll be playing with her for story mode but that aint her main attraction... ONWARDS TO THE RAMBLE BELOW THE CUT! this is pretty much spoilers free! :] no story bits at all, just a basic overview of my newest pookie

Technician Laff | Young Adult | She/Her | Engineer | Queer

Right what it says on the tin, Laff is a technician working for the Inquest. Mainly, she does operations, maintenance, repairs and diagnostics for the megakrewe. Her expertise in engineering is a massive boon, even if it is just one of many.

Laff is an engineer by nature, nurture, profession and trade. Ever since she was a progeny, she's always taken to brewing alchemical potions or wiring mines. She's a very spatial thinker, and has an uncanny ability to see intricate machines in her head without even needing a blueprint.

She was recruited into the Inquest at a young age, about when she was already fresh into actual college. She studied in Dynamics for a few years (and I'm talking less than 5, at maximum) before a recruiter caught her interest.

Laff mainly was convinced into joining the megakrewe at the prospect of that delightful 'road to greatness'. She was a prime targe— err, candidate— due to her already... unruly nature. Laff didn't do well with conventional studies, and found even the enthusiastic and often reckless Dynamics too constricting. Everyone wanted to operate under the Eternal Alchemy's dictations, but Laff was much more curious in studying it, and using it for more... practical applications.

In terms of her actual personality, Laff is concerningly friendly for someone working under the Inquest. She's less-so cordial, and more-so just a massive chatterbox who derives energy from being around people. She enjoys the idea that she 'fits in' quite a bit.

Most asura tend to find her annoying at best, and off-putting at worst. There's nothing wrong with her, for a lack of better words, she's just a little... strange, y'know?

Of course, like most asura Laff is exceedingly intelligent. She's well-versed in engineering (duh), especially when it comes to mapping out alchemical equations for empowering elixers or having the dexterity to pull pins out of five grenades.

And don't let her shrimpy form fool you! Laff is surprisingly BUILT under her uniform, and she has loads of upper-body strength due to the mechanical side of her work and duties.

And be sure to not let her chipper smile and optimistic nature fool you, either. Laff is a very competitive spirit, and strives to be the best technician the Inquest has ever seen, regardless of her low-to-mid level clearance and ranking. You get in her way, and she'll make sure you emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually regret it.

Laff's greatest vice is her uncooperative nature when it comes to dealing with anyone who opposes her, her allies, her goals, or whatever it is she wants. This causes her to butt immense heads with Peacemaker officer Leff— whom of which is her twin brother.

Did.. I forget to mention that? Yeah. Laff and Leff are twin siblings who, from a young age, were adopted by a single asuran mother named Botanist Ainne. Ainne only really wanted Leff since she just wanted a son, but Laff and Leff were as thick as thieves back then, so seperation was a no-go. (p.s. Peacemaker Leff is an actual NPC! I enjoy oc & canon relations...)

Ainne put much focus and affections towards Leff, and sort of just left Laff to her own devices. This excessive attention towards Leff made Laff incredibly jealous, and envy is not a color she wears well. It shouldn't have, but it came as a surprise to Leff and Ainne when Laff one day announced that she was ditching Dynamics and heading off to the Inquest. To this day, Leff constantly swears he will have her arrested for... something! He still has to figure it all out. But he will!

As aforementioned, Laff is an engineer in all sense of the word. She's proficient with rifles, pistols and other tools of the trade. She makes medium weight armor look killer in signature black and red, and her favorite tool is her magnifying eagle-eye goggles. Pin-point details are very important unless you want to accidentally get blown up, or have your elixer spill everywhere in a fight.

She's surprisingly particular about her machines and weaponry, and takes a keen liking to explosives. Mines, grenades, bombs— you name it, she probably has it stashed away somewhere on her person.

If I had to assign her a core specialization, Laff embodies explosives the best. "I'd duck, if I were you." is such a cut and corner Laff quote, AND Laff personally focuses on just blowing the enemy up into beautiful smithereens than wasting time trying to shoot them to death. Tools comes as a close second.

As for an elite specialization, Laff leans heavy into Scrapper territory. She's not big on the flashy lights of Holosmiths, nor is she crazy about having a big golem follow her around all the time like Mechanists. What she does like is putting things together, bit by bit, until she creates some new innovative little gadget. Plus, she'd find the gyros pretty cute.

stole this picture off the gw2 wiki... shh... no telling....

BUT this pretty much concludes BASE information about laff.... im VERY excited to continue writing for her, and i hope to keep true to my word about using her in rp! as she grows as a character, some things MAY change, but not by a lot.... i hope....

(p.s. you MAY have encountered her at the NA versus art party on dec 2nd .... ;] wink wonk)

#rambling #guild wars 2 #gw2 #gw2 asura #gw2 inquest #gw2 oc #technician laff

[ask-carmenpondiego]

Chapter 8: Of all the bars in the world, you had to walk into mine

An hour later, in one of the quieter sections of the Sweet Spot cyberpunk rave club, by the bar, Carmen and M sit and contemplate the menu. “I can’t believe I burnt dinner. The timer wasn’t even set! I’m so off my game right now. I don’t even know how we’re even going to plan that SCP heist..” she rests her head in her hands, swirling the straw to her colorful cocktail. “Don’t cry over burnt puffs. It aint worth it. And this is expected, what with the anniversary comin up. The first one is always the fuckin worst. I aint expecting anything from yeh.” He took a drink from his whiskey. He looked around the bar, a few ponies making out in a corner, a rather buff t-rex lady arm wrestling a tiger a few feet away and making a slight commotion as they celebrated whoever won. Carmen sighed and stood up. “I’m going to use the mares-room, I’ll be right back. Watch my drink.”

Carmen walked into the restroom and stood in front of the mirror, splashing water onto her face then leaning on the sink. She took out a vial of zydrate and put three extra drops under her tongue before hiding it away. The door opened by a tall sleek white wolfess. With a lean build, her blue dress seemed to glisten like water and ice. She leaned towards the mirror and checked her subtle makeup. Carmen watched and admired the wolfess. “You know, you could take a picture, or you could just ask me out.” Carmen’s face blushed deeply and looked back to her own mirror. The wolfess looked her up and down, Carmen dressed in a low buttoned blouse with a shapely pencil skirt and stockings. “I’m sorry, I didnt mean to stare, you’re just very pretty..um.”

“Lekir. I’m Lekir and I dont recall giving that apology option, so I suppose I’ll take that date.” She got close to Carmen and planted a deep kiss onto the mare’s lips. Feeling the lustful feeling of the drug, Carmen let her inhibitions go for once. She wrapped her arms around Lekir and kissed back as deep, the heat of the moment had the two ladies move to the far wall. Lekir kissed and nibbled Carmen’s neck, unbuttoning her shirt and hiking up her skirt. Fingers explored and breaths heavied as the two got lost in their lust.

Back at the bar, M was chatting up the tiger, talking about planes. The tiger, Drake was explaining how he and his T-rex partner, Vasha were air pirates. Vasha had just come back to the bar, chuckling. “You wouldn’t believe the crazy shit in the bathroom. This wolf lady has this unicorn against the wall, fucking eachother’s brains out. Didn’t even notice I was there. Or they did and liked the audience.” Drake laughed and M groaned. “That unicorn is with me.” Drake and Vasha ooooohed, M snapped back, “She ain’t my date. She’s my sister in law. She’s the one who can pay you for this little pick-up we’re doing, if you’re interested.” The tiger conferenced with his partner a moment, “Yeah, we’re not doing anything, we’ll join you on this pick-up. Sounds like it could be fun.”

“What sounds like fun?” Lekir stepped up to the bar with a very satisfied and a little disheveled Carmen, whose buttons were all misaligned and showing her bra-strap, and her usual wavy hair had become sex hair. She took her cocktail and drank it all down in a few gulps, leaning over to M, whispering, “I like her, she’s got a pussy and can make this big cock.. like this..big” she giggles, very red in the face. Lekir patted M on the back, “We had a few drinks while in there. Safe to say she’s not as tense nor depressed anymore tonight.” The changeling groans, “What we were saying was we had a thing planned where we pick up an unknown dangerous creature from a facility.. but now she’s gonna get hungover and things will go bad.” Vasha piped in, “Nothin saying we can’t just postpone a day. Didnt you say you need to make sure things were prepped?”

“She’s the real brains and knows what needs to be prepped. I’m just the brawn and opportunity maker. Can’t do shit without her.” M motioned to Carmen whose head was on the bartop on her arm, looking at Lekir. “I like you. We should date.” Lekir chuckled and brushed Carmen’s face, “Ask me again after you sober up. Then we’ll date.” The drunk mare lifted an arm in celebration “Yaaay I got a girlfriend, will you go on heists with me? It’ll be fun.” Lekir looked at M and sighed, “I can see why she’s a handful. But yes, I’ll join you on your so called heists.” She assumed she was just drunk asking. M scoffed and drank more whiskey, “Great. Just what we need. A distraction for Red.” The wolfess glared and froze his hand to the glass, “What was that?” M blinked and growled, “I was saying that she does go on big heists, and she doesn’t need any distractions, Elsa.” Lekir pointed to Carmen, “What? She actually pulls off big heists, like what?” M broke the ice trapping his hand, “Fuckin pick any from a few years ago. Like Hoofer Dam..” Lekir, Drake and Vasha looked at Carmen who had fallen asleep at the bar, “Holy shit.. You’re telling me that I just rearranged the Master Thief’s organs with my dick ..” Lekir sat down, contemplating what she just agreed to. Vasha laughed, “Good job, looks like she needed it too.”

After paying the tab, M stood and draped Carmen’s arm around his shoulders, helping her stand. “Alright, I need to take this fuckin sad sack home, or else nothing will get done. Here’s our location if you want to stop by tomorrow or something.” M produced a couple of business cards with their new location. The three took the cards and nodded, “Sounds like a plan.” Drake and Vasha ordered another round as Lekir thought more, pulling out her phone. As M and Carmen slipped through the shadows, Lekir made a call, stepping aside. “Asta, pet, get your things ready. We’re going someplace you are going to find rather interesting. And I could use your help. I’ll be home soon to tell you about it but you wont believe it.”

The next morning, almost 9am sharp, a WW2 tech level fighter plane came roaring down the beach and a blue portal appeared by the front door to the mansion. The four figures stood that the entrance. Drake the tiger and Vasha the Tyranian, then Lekir and her blue carbuncle pet Asta, looking around the front area. Drake let out a low whistle. “This is a snazzy place, I could get used to this.” A security camera turned towards them, and the door unlocks, swinging open. M stood at the door and greeted them, “Never settled on a time but glad you all showed up in one piece..” M looks at the Carbuncle. “What’s this blue squirrel?” Lekir crosses her arms, “This is Asta, my pet.” Asta puts her hands on her hips, “I’m NOT a blue squirrel! I’m a Carbuncle and I specialize in Astronomy and Meteorology! I was told I could be of use here!” M paused and looked at Lekir before moving aside and letting everyone in. “I don’t think we have any acorns for the squirrel but there’s food in the kitchen. Help yerselves.” Asta stormed in behind him “I’m NOT a SQUIRREL!”

Carmen slowly came down the stairs from above and shuffles into the kitchen, wearing just a maroon pair of thong panties and a case of bedhead. “Why are you so loud in here? Damn…” She yawns and scratches her head, then frog-blinks at the sudden crowd in her kitchen. The notion finally dawns on her that she just walked topless into a kitchen full of strangers.

“Good morning, Master Thief~” Lekir chimed as M opened the fridge. Carmen went wide-eyed and hissed at M, slamming the fridge onto his fingers. “M, who the fuck are these people and why are they here?! I thought you said this place was hidden! I can’t restart my heists when there’s people just waltzing in!!” M shook his hand and scowled, putting a finger in his mouth. “Red, fuckin chill your tits, I told them to come.”

Drake grinned and chuckled, “I think her tits are chill as they are, all perky with those barbells there.” Carmen looked down and tried to cover herself in panic, then waved at M “Gimmie your shirt!” “What? Why?” “JUST GIMMIE YOUR DAMN SHIRT.” M shrugged in annoyance, stripping off his button down shirt and handing it to Carmen. She yoinked it and scrambled to put it over her head, sniffing it and gags. “Uugh, you really need to quit those awful cigarettes… this absolutely stinks..” M cackles, “I can take it back..” Carmen steps back away and slapping away his outstretched hand, “I’ll deal. Now.. again, who are these people in our safe house?”

Lekir stepped closer, “We are going to help you with your next heist, Darling.” Carmen rubs her head, raising an eyebrow, “Darling? Who are you again?” Lekir crossed her arms, “I’m your girlfriend, Lekir, remember?” The unicorn blinked, “Oooooh from the bar last night… we’re dating?” “Last I checked from your offer last night.” Lekir got close enough to playfully pin Carmen to the wall by her wrists, “Does this ring a bell? Or are you too hungover and need a refresher?”

Carmen blushed and bit her lip, stifling a quiet moan, “Perhaps we could do the refresher a bit later, there’s still unexplained people in my house.” M cleared his throat, “Red, while you were.. indisposed last night, I managed to get us some pilots for our little project. Meet Drake Tigerclaw and Vasha Vindragova. Air pirates extraodinaires. Some of the best in the skies. Elsa here, or rather Lekir, has ice magic and brought her pet gerbil Asta here.”

The carbuncle growled, “I am NOT a gerbil!!” M raised his hands defensively, “Ok sorry, her pet squirrel.. who is an expert in Meteorology and Astronomy, which would be handy for wind and weather patterns for the planes and if planetary alignments do anything to the target.” Asta was fuming behind Lekir, “I am a carbuncle! Not a squirrel! Not a gerbil! Carbuncle!”

Carmen slipped off the wall and moved towards the counter with the coffee maker. “It sounds like this was actually thought out rather well. If you do stay and help out, we would be very grateful. If you decide to go do your own things, you are certainly free to do so. But while on my missions, just stick to the plan and absolutely no killing. Other than that I guess theres only one thing left to do..” she pours a cup of coffee and pours some pistachio creamer into it and raises it. “Welcome to the New VILE HQ.”

#mlp oc pony #carmen pondiego #ask blog #story update #ao3 fanfic #chapter 8 #New VILE HQ

[fictionkinfessions]

not going to lie i have no idea how my canon differs from show canon but after seeing my reaction to my dreams i am very...conflicted and honestly kinda curious on what my vlad was like. I dont think i harbored a huge grudge against the guy honestly, when i saw him it was more of an 'oh great it's liv' thing than like...actual hate. i wasnt too worried about being in real danger afaik so maybe mine went about the whole 'i want to connect with people and have familial connections' situation better if still hella awkwardly.

of course he still was low-key still interested in my mom (ew) and did crimes but the clone thing never happened and neither did some of the other things. (i think.) but i dont think he was too bad, just very sketchy and probably wanted to ghost adopt me (still aint happening man but feel free to let me steal your 30 tips and tricks to not be a cringefail ghost)

...its still funny i used him as a distraction for my mom not once but twice in my dreams and if that was a trend then its a really funny one. -danny fenton (#📖♠️)

🐐

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #📖♠️ #dannyfentonkin #dannyphantomserieskin #aukin #mod party cat

[fa7hom]

Eclipse 🌘

Silent sad cinematic NF x illenium type

An eclipse hit the moon

due to using its light

Blind to roam

Which brought a new mood

Harmonically tuned

Blind in a world

with such beautiful views

The opitomy of misuse

told em all you have to do

Is look in the mirror

Wipe off the dew

See with your eyes

cleary,

the truth became

burned and miscrewed

Lies will kill youth

Always Remind yourself

dreams are made vividly

Real with patience too

knowing what evil will try

beyond lurking the streets

swamps and in the sea

evening odds enough

invited along itself

Tryna take the wheel of the ride

Down the highway to hell

The devils like a brother

That put me up for sale

Gave the buyer a deal

so tired , unreal

broken sleep, it tells

Now the rooms been filled

By Witchy smells

Wondering if I’m under a curse

Kinda Hard to tell

When Some Days are better than worse

Maybe If it rains they’ll melt

Sometimes Its perfume

or a Prada purse

New

at the mall

In news or blogs

Don’t Believe everything they tell

see past the fog?

Ivory white

the fangs of a tiger

After claiming a life

Climbing higher

With every breath it sighs

Chest Tighter

There’s no need for a light

A fire always burns inside

keeping me on

warm and alive

Pray to the stars

Right or Wrong

That shoot the skies

communicating fine

Angelic songs

Peeking through the blinds

Spiritually Kind

Two Becoming fluently one

a relic from history

in our own language

its yours and mine

They wont understand

Love defies all mystery

Barriers broken by

letters and numbers

typically

Opposites alike

It’s nice to know

how now

You’re not buried alive

Loyally inside

True Love aint said

it’s been shown in my lines

Can only say those words

To anyone who takes me home

always Reminding me

why I’m alive born alone

searching

That’s not a place we can go

But a moment that’s set

in cement like stone

Stagnantly torn

Worse than weapons thrown

through flesh

Ripping apart the soul

Watching Growth

is a miracle art

If it’s own

Perfect unknown

Life is all hard

Perseverance knows

Gotta Stay Persistent

In times like ours it shows

Mud grew flowers

alone

Worlds away

with each other,

Together,

Couldnt bear it apart

Dependably hard

High and Low

Hearts beat

they stop

a rhythm of awe

Chasing what’s not

Practicing Perfect

Making it far

back from gone

run or walk

Wait till the game

gets hard

Here I warn

This earth it turns

Before it knocks

Breaks down some doors

ties it’s knots

Ready or not

On or off

Prepare for war

Cuts leave scars

Physically Mentally

worn

Perpetually

starts to stop

Some Invite to rob

Making it feel

Being Born to Bloom

Is only a

When really it’s not

Beautiful forever

see me

Soaked in Sadness

Moments go to stop

While in traffic,

watch

Pay attention

Cold or hot

Staying Warm

enough

only last so long

stuck in a pot

Id rather wither here

On real mountain rocks

Out at night

Stay there plastic

too boxed inside

a lawn with spikes

losing sauce

Fenced in

out of sight

Lost over-a legacy

the will to strive

we’re Free

Believe It

we thrive

Don’t you dare

Die there

tryna sleep

With a knife

Go ahead,

you’re right

don’t listen to I

Count those zs

at the very end of the line

Sheeps follow shepherds

Lions lead a whole pride

Dozing into Daylight

Darkside

Devouring

nightmares play fight

While bad dreams

have came alive

Tragically happening

Watch the weeds

Where Leeches retreat

Impossible

pleasing hunger

Outta reach

Holds no seats

Swapping sides

ain’t no G vibe

2 plus 3 5 times

Plus Multiple denials

Ight

Integrity left behind the peace sign

Right next to that 9 .45

Red eyes see green light

Race to finish what’s mine

This Rider for life

a quarter mile

ahead or behind

Plus every single second in time.

Fight

Hold back

Be quiet

Yell and scream louder

Aroun them stay silent.

May not be Superman

blessed and honest

Shadows follow

Once I Saw something demonic

Which defied all logic

I prayed to God with

power to start

the rotation of the planets

With the flick of a finger

Mange imagine

Pretend

Remember

Life was formed

Through strategy

created from static

Something so vividly magic

couldn’t just randomly happen

By accident

It does help me see the power of some faith and a wish.

Behind me

/ Fa7hom

#fathom

[audio-luddite]

OK so what do you believe?

I mean as in advice and tribal knowledge from experts. In the most general rigorous sense everyone is wrong. (including me) We deal in prejudice and opinion and of course preferences.

Is chocolate ice cream better than vanilla? It is often exactly that kind of issue.

There is a LOT of snake oil product. So lets dispose of the worst bits right now. Fancy power cables from your wall to your equipment are simply fraud. Good heavy wire and decent plugs is all you need. Same thing for speaker cables. There is no blind difference between heavy gauge wire and fancy woven by virgins super duper crystal products. Hardware store stuff is fine.

Often legitimate are good interconnects between say a preamp and an amplifier or from a CD player. There are cheap ones which are cheap for a reason. But it is easy to go past reason. It slays me when people get hot and bothered by exotic fiber optic stuff. If that works at all it is fine.

Now to a certain degree those items up there depend on having good equipment as opposed to bottom feeder cheap stuff. Or there are some astronomically expensive amplifiers that will blow up from Radio Frequency interference if they do not have full shielded and grounded cables. Just avoid those, they are poorly designed.

Asian as in Chinese knock off equipment could be good, but usually is not. Some review well, but the reviewers get special examples with real quality parts as opposed to the cheap stuff. (Full disclosure I work for a Chinese owned company and you should hear what they say)

The good stuff is from North America, Japan, and Europe full stop.

There are good new brands but all that aim at audiophile / high end / good stuff are priced what the market will bear. Rolex watches do not keep better time than a cheap digital watch. Hell my Fitbit is a watch and a heart rate monitor and a bunch of other things and keeps better time and costs less than a watch band for a Rolex.

Affordable equipment of quality is older. There are audiophiles who swoon over equipment from 1958. It aint that good, sorry. Stuff from the 80's and up is fine. But parts age especially things called electrolytic capacitors. They are very like fast acting batteries. They use chemicals and will wear out over time and use. So an old amplifier or other piece should have been gone over by somebody who knows how to properly fix such things.

Good old stuff is preferable if it is well cared for.

My amplifier dates to the 70's, I built it up in the 90s and used new capacitors which have held up fine. My preamplifier is from the 90s and has been maintained well. Do not be afraid of old things. In good shape they sound as good as the best new stuff.

The problem occurs if you are new to this and simply do not know what or where to look for things. Many old Brands have no relation to the company that started it. Marantz comes to mind. Old Marantz is well thought of. New is trading off the old reputation and frankly I do not know. McIntosh is the same company and makes the same stuff today as 60 years ago. Old school, but never inexpensive. They are pretty though.

OK so what to do. I prefer separate components as in a preamp and an amplifier and a CD Player and a Turntable. That is what my sound system is. I have a DVD system with a 7.1 surround receiver, but I only use that for movies.

Assuming you want something similar you need to get at least three things, four if you need speakers.

Preamp: It is my opinion that this piece has the greatest impact on the overall quality of your system. In my system is is the most expensive part. I have a turntable and so the preamp has a phono preamp inside it. New stuff often does this with two boxes. Old stuff does not. Any technology can provide excellent performance. I have a Vacuum tube in mine. Just one mind you. Transistors work just as well. Do not fall for marketing BS about "Class A" ALL low level signals use class A circuits. If all else fails a price between $500 to $2000 indicates a good one if there are more than one for sale to compare to.

Amplifier: I draw the line here to not use vacuum tube amps. I had a pair of tube amps for many years and the romance is undeniable. Cost effective they are not. You can get a very good to great transistor amplifier for as little as $500 to as much as $1500. The same money will get you a small tube amp at best. Solid state Golden Oldies include Harman Kardon, Quad, Bryston, NAD, Adcom, Hafler and I have to say Dynaco. If you can find one with a dual mono power supply makes a big difference. Harman Kardon and Bryston do that.

There are lots of old pieces by Pioneer, and Kenwood, and Technics, and Yamaha that are very good. The good ones are not cheap, but way less than the new poser products.

Turntable: This is what I like. Big flat black discs with liner notes and all that. Yes you have to get up every 20 minutes, but that is good for you Mr Potato. If you kept your old ones (or your dad or grandad did) then good on ya! If not it is a world to discover.

Today on my local Craigslist there are 198 items under turntable. Most actually spin records. You can get a legitimate high end turntable for $1000. You can get a very good one for under $500. You can buy a reasonable brand new one for about the same money. I recommend getting one that has a removable head shell to hold the phono cartridge.

If you have a TT (short for Turntable) you need a phono pick up or cartridge. They are still made and very good. New is pretty essential as parts do not age well. Audio Technica, Ortofon, Grado are all good. I have too many. You can get perfectly good for $200 bucks even less. Things get serious fast at $350. Avoid Moving coil types they are expensive, fragile and frankly not as good as they are reputed to be.

What I have today:

I have a Phase Linear 8000a series 2 linear tracking turntable with a carbon fiber arm. I paid $500 bucks for it. I spent a further $100 bucks for new leg dampers.

I am running a GRADO Opus 3 wood bodied cartridge I spent $320 for. I have a display box with AT 440Mla, AT 7V, Signet Tk7E, AT95 and a couple others I cant think of right now.

I have an Audio Research SP14 preamp I spent $1900 for including shipping across from Ontario to BC.

I have 245 Watt Per channel solid state amplifier I built from a Dynaco 410 kit but with the output transistor array of a 416 plus foil capacitors in the signal path and a dual mono power supply with an outboard capacitor bank. I call it the "FrankenAmp". I don't remember what it cost I will guess in today's money about $600.

I have a set of strange speakers of my own design that have about $500 bucks worth of parts and materials in it.

Whats that come to err... $3920.

In that same time I sold a Transcriptor Skeleton glass turntable for $1900 bucks. I sold my Sony Turntable for $1100, and my ARC Sp12 for $1200. So I am ahead there.

I have a Harman Kardon Citation 12 worth about $600 to $800. I have a SAE MK XXX preamp worth about $400 ish. I also have a pair of larger Advent Speakers I repaired for too much money that are worth about $250. All that is sitting in an extra room collecting dust. Oh I forgot to mention my Harman Kardon ST7 turntable. I should sell that stuff if my son-in-law don't want to buy it.

It is fun. Lost on many people is that it is all to listen to music and appreciate art. Hardware is just a path, the goal is the music. Like in so many things some people get all wound up in upgrading and following the latest fads. My goal is to get closer to the performer and what they are doing.

I can hear a woman part her lips as she is about to sing or draw a breath. That makes it more real to me. I can close my eyes and be in a studio or symphony hall. It is transporting. Virtual reality got nothing on this.

#audiophile #audioblr #cheap audiophile #high end audio #tubes vs transistors #turntables #audio technica #grado #Audio Advice

[cats-thoughts]

o/ again

🍒❌📙🧡⭐️💙🌷 for anyone!

o/

Ender Time >:D

🍒 What kind of things do they expect from their relationships? Does this differ between platonic relationships and romantic ones? Is your OC “demanding” or a door mat? What kinds of things do people expect from them in a relationship?

Really just. Respect? Like "look I'm going to do my thing and you're gonna do your thing and if u gotta problem with that this aint gonna work" The only difference between romantic and platonic is that they keep a relative distance in romantic. Ash goes first, full stop. If it has time for a partner, it has time for a partner, but if Ash is in trouble or needs something it IS going to Drop Everything to help. They're kind of an ass but... I love them ^.^ I would say they're more demanding than doormat, but only because they definitely aren't a doormat. Really it isnt very demanding either. I think it would treat a relationship as a friendship with extra steps. (I mean, they're ace and very affectionate with friends, the main difference really is just how they feel abt it.) I think- well, we'll use Derrien as an example since hes technically the 'love interest'. Derrien mostly just expects honesty and time from them, which it does both of ^.^ they hang out after school n stuff. Derrien is also one of the few people who knows abt their chronic pain- it even hides it from Ash.

❌ What kind of things would end any relationship for them? Is there a history behind why these things bother them? Could they ever take someone back despite this? If so or if not, why?

Honestly? Not really. Like, obviously cheating, cause its a blatant lack of respect. But, other than that? Like i said its very "you do you, I do mine" thing. The only other 2 things that come to mind is One: harming Ash in anyway, or even badmouthing him too much- friendly is fine but theres a limit, and 2: Straight up attacking them. They don't really appreciate being attacked by friends? Especially on pain bad days. They got jumped by Rory and a small group of their lackeys once and (they won but) it took them out for a week. Which freaked Ash The Fuck out cause they'd never disappeared for more than a few days until that point. Decidedly Not Friends with Rory anymore. It MAY take someone back after cheating or badmouthing Ash once or twice but after that, nah. Just cause people make mistakes and such. But attacking is a one time knock out. And if they attack Ash they will Probably have to transfer schools cause Ender does Not let that slide.

📙 What kind of subjects (of conversation, of discussion, in school or whatever) does your OC find interesting or engaging or that they can talk for hours about? What kind of stuff do they just find fun?

What things bore your OC to tears and they couldn’t care less about? Why?

Fighting, but that's more of a "I am willing to teach people how to fight so they'll stay safe" than a "I am genuinely interested in this stuff" sorta thing. It likes reading, sleeping, and more low impact sports like walking and swimming. It sucks at swimming tho. It usually just floats. (me irl- I took swimming lessons an entire summer and it did nothing👍got that from my dad. Poor man Cannot Swim at All.) They actually also enjoy yoga like a fuckin nerd /j and videogames. They're Very Good at mariokart. Ash is the only one who can beat them. (They let him win <3)

It gives 0 shits about classwork and schoolwork. no thoughts, head empty. Also most high impact sports, like basketball, soccer, football, etc. Trust me a bunch of sports recruiters tried to get them bc the fucker is Tall and Buff but they'd rather punch people's lights out behind the school than anything else. It DOES its schoolwork it just hates it. Mostly gets by on prior knowledge, problem solving, google, and Lizzie's help. Lizzie fr fr the Only one who pays attention in class.

🧡 Who is your OC’s favourite person? Why is this person the top of their list and have they actually met them (an idol or rolemodel or celeb can be someone’s favourite after all!).

ASH. 100 TIMES ASH. They've known Ash since fucking Kindergarten and just, over time, have platonically fallen in love with him. They r soulmates ur honor. They're... sorry Im so mentally ill abt those 2. It's dad is a close second tho! They're besties <3 It has a very cool dad, he taught them most of their basic fighting skills and supports them in their violent endeavors <3 It's just been them 2 for years now, since Ender was maybe 9 or 10? 11ish, at the oldest. They're 17 now so, a while.

⭐ What is your OC afraid of? Any crippling phobias or some such? How do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? Does anyone ever find your OC scary? Why?

Ender is afraid of spiders. Yeah. It's one tough motherfucker but the GodDamned Spiders.... eugh. They get REALLY AGGRESSIVE when scared, like, It will Likely Deck someone who looks at them wrong after seeing a spider. Lots of bottled energy. Ash is usually the only thing that can calm them down, but warm sugary drinks can help. And most Half the school is afraid of Ender. It's Tall as Shit, can Punch someone twice their weight's lights out, best 4 or 5 people in a fight at once, and is the singular person between Ash and the General Populace. Ender may be scary but Ash, in all their 5'2 glory, is a Nightmare. Love that for him <3

💙 What did your OC want to be when they grew up and why? Did they have any lifelong dreams or ambitions they never got to work on or are they currently working to achieve this dream? Has their life taken a very unexpected turn and put all these plans on hold for a while or have they given up on any dreams?

When they were Really little, and up until about 7th grade, they wanted to be an artist. Then Ash got hurt and they got the shit kicked out of them and did a 180, decided it didn't matter what it did for a living because for the foreseeable future it was ride or die with Ash and it's main focus would be Beating The Fuck outta anyone who hurt him.

🌷 In what ways would your OC alter their body if they could? How would they do it using mundane means (hair dye, surgery, make-up?). What is their ideal look for themself?

Eh they don't really care. Remove it's spine if it could. And hips. Fuck Chronic Pain 👍if they COULD they'd fucking LOVE wings. And sometimes it dyes its hair- usually purple or pink. Ideal look is pretty much what they look like. Though, it would like to be able to wear softer/more pastel clothing, like huge sweaters and pj pants all the time. It wants more tattoos. It loves tattoos <3 maybe even get some more piercings who knows.

Thanks for asking!! And letting me talk about my fucked up little meow meows :D it is so.... ough. Objectively an Awful person but has a strict moral code. That moral code just so happens to be "Protect Ash whatever it takes or Die Trying"

#plague :] #HIIII ZOMBIE #thanks again for the ask!!! #u r indulging my mental illnesses /pos <3

[willowwhispersspeakeasy]

Hi there! Can I request Mammon with monster!male!mc (prompt 5) please? Tahnk you<3

sure, here's a specialty cocktail for you, I like to call it Liquid Gold. its a tweak on a fae potion, but dont worry, this one won't make you breath fire, probably~ -Onyx, the bartender

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warnings: masc! reader, dragon reader, monster love (sfw), light gore warning

it was well known that it was rather dangerous to steal from a dragons hoard. Mammon knew this of course, but the confident demon had an ace up his sleeve. or so he thought.

what he wasn't expecting however, was to find a young man captive in the creature's hoard.

you told him a tale, of a prince stollen from his homeland. a second born traded for the safety of his kingdom. you couldn't recall how long it had been, how long the monster had kept you hidden away.

Mammon knew, he not only coveted the riches of the dragon, but the handsome Prince he'd stollen away. the demon was playful with you, speaking of how unruly and dangerous dragons were.

but he held you softly, cooing all manor of temptations in your ear.

to a normal person, Mammon looked perfectly human. his skin was warm, his tone was teasing, and while he was rather tall, there were no other obvious signs of the creature he truly was.

but you were certainly not a normal person.

you wondered if he knew, and simply played along with your story, or if he truly was a fool of a demon.

Mammon snuck back into your hoard, buried deep within the mountain. the deeper you wandered, the warmer and warmer it became. the abandon mine tunnels ran like a nervous system through the mountain.

the very walls of your home sparkled with jewels, and yet... the way they glinted and sparkled in the light of his torch, the walls seamed to breath.

thousands of quarts reflected like eyes, watching the demon wander. warmer and warmer, into a pit of his curtain doom.

sweat stuck to Mammon's brow, air heavy with the heat of the undying mountain. according to Satan, the mines here had been abandoned after countless cave ins and lives lost.

the folks of the tribes nearby told him of the curses the depth of the mountain holds. there is a living pulse buried deep, the dragon simply guards it. the dragon is not the monster there.

you waited for your demon companion. as convenient as this smaller form was, you didn't much care for the rather... fleshy feeling of replicated humanity.

never could a creature like you be human, but you could play pretend every once in a while. it could be fun on occasion, but you were getting tired of hiding in the body of a dead prince to speak to your determined thief.

a glow from the mine shaft, a call of your name, your thief returns.

"Mammon, have you come to free me this time?" you greeted the pale haired demon with a smile. his eyes dance gold in the low light, warmth dancing off his grin.

"still waitin for me, lil prince?" you gasped, swept off your feet and into the demons arms.

mouth warm, teeth sharp, breath hot, kissing Mammon was an infectious disease. he stirred a primal desire in you, a desire to take. a desire to have.

when the pair of you parted, your hands dug like claws into his sleeves. you disliked wearing this disguise, you desired to feel his skin against your scales, to hold and curl around him. to add him to your hoard of jewels and treasure.

"yaknow the natives said somthin bout that dragon, but I still aint found 'em yet." he chucked, pressing a kiss to your cheek that lingered just a bit to long.

"do you want to?" the purr rumbled in your throat, deeper than your normal speaking voice. the demon paused, pressing his nose to the pulse point in your neck.

"dunno. ya said he's a scary guy. maybe we should just dip and leave 'em be." his breath tickled your skin as he spoke.

"not planning on stealing any more?" you asked.

"hmmm, dunno. guess I could always come back." he grinned, pulling away to face you.

"such a greedy thief." you growled. your hand snaked its way up Mammon's chest, halting with your fingers on his neck. "if you're planning on leaving, there's something I need to show you first."

the demon followed closely behind you, either keeping one hand on your waist or his fingers intertwined with yours. you lead him deeper down the mine trails, specks of gold like eyes watching your every move.

you came to a large hollow chamber. the ground had been lined with tiles, intricate details cared into each. they were imbedded with precious gems which glinted in the light from Mammon's torch.

the walls of the cave were massive, many spires hanging from the ceiling. there was an eerie glow to the whole room, from all manor of glowing stone and bioluminescent fungi climbing the walls.

"damn," the demon turned in awe at the grand and natural beauty of the cave.

"wonderful, isn't it?" your voice dropped once again, rumbling just a little to deep in your chest.

wandering into the middle of the room, you called Mammon forward, showing him a pond that lay undisturbed in the middle of the floor.

"how deep do you think it is?" you asked.

"uhh, maybe a couple feet? its crystal clear, ya can see right down to the bottom." he shrugged.

"you certainly can." Mammon stared into the clear water, watching curiously as your reflection started to change.

now, if Mammon had been human, there would have been dire consequences for watching this scene unfold. however, with his status as a high level demon, it was like little more than watch a rather grotesque scene in a horror movie.

as you shed the human mask you'd been wearing, wings finally unfurling from the cramped space, you breathed out an ear splitting roar.

scales glittered with blood, the rags of the man you had worn thrown aside. Mammon turned to you, stance wobbling as he flinched from the loud sound. you took this opportunity to swipe the demon with your tail, sending him stumbling over the edge of the pond.

the pond was not a couple feet deep. it was a chasm cut deep into the mountain. as still and calm as the water looked they were almost boiling hot once the surface tension was broken.

Mammon shouted in agony as the water seared his flesh.

"behold your punishment little thief." you bellowed, reptilian eyes scanning the water as the demon thrashed. "that pool will keep you captive for years, centuries perhaps~"

he gasped, trying desperately to pull himself up for air, but the heat of the water scalded his skin and left his eyes steaming.

"and I will have a new jewel for my collection. such a valuable creature~ the second prince of hell, fool enough to fall to his own demise." you purred. "perhaps if you are able to win my favor, I will let you out. until then, you have two options.

"cook, or drown."

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[darylsgirl]

I was claimed by Daryl Fucking Dixon NSFW 18+ Daryl Dixon & Reader

Summary: 

Your sick of waiting for Daryl to make a move or even speak to you and decide to dress up to do your chores hoping you’ll catch his eye.

You manage more than that He gets jealous when other men/ and one woman ;) show an interest and he admits he’s wanted you all this time an roughly claims you.

*Heyyy to anyone who reads this! If anyone reads this Haha, This is my first ever attempt at fan fic and it kind of got away from me and is a lot more intense than i thought it would be! If there’s anything you don’t like about this please feel free to tell me! I’d love to improve for my next one :) Hope y’all are having a great day wherever you are :)*

How long had it been? Since the end of it all? 

Since all those carefree nights we used to stay up drink, party & Fuck. 

Months? Years? 

It felt like all time stood still when He found me. 

I was alone, Terrified & hiding in an abandoned liquor store when I heard them, I Snuck to the window and saw the biggest herd of walkers I had ever seen. I made sure all the bottle’s i had scavenged were wrapped up in my clothes to dampen the noise and waited for a break in the herd so I could make a run for it to my bike just across the road. After what felt like hours there it was my chance i put my hand on the door handle but before I was even able to twitch the handle,  I felt a hand clamp over my mouth and drag me backwards away from my chance of escape. 

“Fuck you think your doin girl, Tryna get yourself eaten!” I stared up at the man before me with his hand still over my mouth. His angry eyes met mine and I stopped fighting gazing up into those piercing blue eyes. That was the last thing I saw before the pistol came down on my temple. 

I woke with a bag over my head and my wrists bound, I was in a car and I could hear the engine stopping and the brakes kicking in ‘Shit’ . I thought I had no time to think of a way out of this. Two doors slammed shut and I could hear two men arguing.

“Answer me, Fuck did you hit her for Merle. She’s only a girl she couldn’t av ‘urt us, She looked me in ma eyes. There was no fight just fear” 

“Bitch had it comin Daryl, Tryna kill hersel and take us with her” 

“Did’n even no we were there, Or are you that shit of a hunter yous unable to sneak up on people naw, Stop being an asshole and get the fuck outta ma way” 

The car boot opened and someone lifted me out by putting a hand under my knees and one under my head cradling me, he held me tightly with my head in his chest. I inhaled and could smell his manly scent, It was intoxicating, He held me for a moment more before he set on my feet; next the bag was ripped off my face. Instinctively I winced waiting to see if the light would blind me but all was still dark around and i could see we were in a forest.  The man with the mesmerising eyes gripped my arm and started walking me into the woods. 

A logical person would feel fear at this point but there was something about those eyes, I just trusted him.

“Got a lil way’s to go, ya ok walkin? Or you need me to carry you rest of the ways?” His southern drawl mixed with those blue eyes made my knees go weak. I stumbled slightly then stood again and kept one foot in front of the other. I nodded to the man that I was ok and kept going. 

Fifteen minutes later we arrived at the edge of a camp, A few people rushed forward “Shit what happened to her?” “Has she been bit?” “Why is her head covered in blood?” “Where did you find her?”

Daryl rolled his eyes and replied “Merle, No she aint, Merle again annnd liquor store.” He said the last answer with a smirk. 

I scowled at the pair and dropped my mouth open to throw a few choice words their way when I was stopped by Merle grabbing me and spinning me round to face him, He moved some hair out of my face, fingers lingering near my mouth and said.

“Girl looks mighty fine to me, Pretty face not messed up, not one bit! And I do love me a pretty face sweetheart” he winked at me moving his hand from my mouth to my throat he pulled me close to him wrapping his other arm around my back to pull our pelvises close together so I could feel his growing erection against my stomach. “How about it honey” He said winking again  

I drew my head back with the intention of smashing his nose, When we were tackled to the floor Merle was pulled away from me and i rolled onto my back and back on to my feet, I looked back at the two brothers and saw Daryl’s hand smashing into his brothers face whilst he was shouting “I’ll mess up your face you asshole” 

Daryl was dragged off Merle by two men, Merle got to his feet and laughed “It’s allllll good baby bro, I’ll forget about this, this time. I know how feral you get when you see a pussy you wanna claim.”

Daryl locked eyes with me as Merle said this then spat at the ground at Merle’s Feet He picked up his crossbow off the ground and stormed off towards the woods shouting “Man forget ya, I had enough of your shit for one night” over his shoulder. 

That was months ago now, That night the group took me in and took care of me and I took care of them. We moved from the original camp to the CDC then a farm and now we are in a prison in Georgia. The prison has been good to us so far, there was that run in with a crazy guy who called himself the governor and we lost a few of our family. But we persevered and built this place into a home and soon started bringing in new people to help run our home and join our family. 

In the time i had been with this group i had noticed there were a lot of frustrated people here, Especially the men, I can’t get through a day without some proposition or another. I also can’t say that I didn't enjoy the attention, It had been awhile since I had felt another's hands on my body and I craved it, I craved it more than air at times and the person I craved it the most from had decided to pretend I didn't exist. But that didn’t stop me from going to bed each night with my wandering hands and relieving my aching pussy with the thoughts of his hands exploring my body and that voice groaning in my ear. Hit the spot every time. 

There had been a few men that had caught my attention but after a few conversations and meet ups with each they all started to pretend i didn’t exist the same as he had. I didn’t even get so much as a kiss from any of the fuckers and when i decided to confront them and ask why they refused to tell me and walked away. 

It had hit summer here and i had hit my breaking point, I’d had enough of being passed over and wasn’t going to take this shit anymore, I was going to make them all regret not taking me up on the opportunity when it was there for the taking.

I woke early for my shift in the fields the next morning, Still thoroughly determined to set my plan in motion I grabbed my knife and a set of clothes and set to work. I cut most of the legs off my jeans and the sleeves from my Tartan shirt. I pulled the jean shorts on and folded the legs over so they became tighter and pushed my already perky ass up. I then pulled my shirt on forgoing the usual under shirt and tied the two sides closed in a knot above my belly button so my slim waist was on display. I buttoned one button above the knot so that not too much of my bra was showing; Turning it from slutty to sexy. I pulled on my best brown cowboy boots. Combed my hair out. I was very lucky to have thick wavy hair that rarely required me doing anything with it. I just let it dry and brush, I grabbed Maggie’s make up bag and applied a small amount of make up just to accentuate my natural features.Smiling at myself in the mirror this was perfect, Let's see that southern shit ignore me now. Or any of the others for the matter. 

I sauntered out of my cell into the main block and walked the long way through the middle of everyone taking extra care to have a bounce in my step to make my boobs bounce nicely and swayed my hips more to make my ass jiggle as I walked. I greeted everyone in the same way i usually would with cheery “Good Morning’s” Instantly i felt eyes roaming my body and not just the male’s which made me grin I was happy either way. A few let out low whistles and I winked in return. This felt great. I want to feel this way every day, my pussy had soaked my panties by the time I had made it out of the block and into the yard I was panting with need. 

I took a few minutes to calm my breathing before continuing out towards the field, I glanced at the guard tower to make sure he was here today keeping watch, When i saw his leather vest and his longish wavy hair my breath quickened again, Shit it was going to be hard to get through today without a little relief, It took everything i had not to rush up the guard tower and beg him for it, Instead i continued over to the field, waiting until i was in his vision before looking up smiling and waving. Sure enough there he was binoculars in his hand staring down at me. I grinned again, wiggled my fingers at him and sauntered away from the tower. 

Luck was with me today and I was set to work on the potatoes which were planted in a perfect view of the guard house. I made sure to always face the tower when just sitting working so he had the frontal view and when I needed to bend up or down I turned my back to him so he got a great view of my ass. Everything I did that day I made sure to find some way to make it sexier. More than a few men came to bring me water or talk to me that day i gave each of them a big grin, Laughed and put my hand on their arms and send them on their way enough to make them feel there could be a chance, I felt Fucking powerful. 

At the end of the day i saw Maggie making her way over to me with a backpack over her shoulder, “Y/N I gots you a gift” she said in a sing song voice “from Merle of all people” she laughed and pulled out two big bottles of Merle’s special moonshine “I guess someone saw your production today sugar” She giggled a bit more handed you a bottle and settled down on the grass next to you. 

Daryl

Ever since Merle and me brought Y/N back to the group with us she’s been a literal pain in my pants, I'm surprised my cock was even capable of a hard on at this point as it feels like it hasn't gone down in months. So far i have managed to stay away from her as i wasn’ gonna let no bitch get the better of me and i wasn’ going to let fuckin Merle be right. 

My mind wandered back to her again when i started my shift in the guard tower that morning, I considered going into the office to rub one out but decided i'd be on the balcony waiting, I always made sure i got the shifts in this tower when she was being put in the fields, Watching her sweating down there in the heat was good enough to get me off later in the night when i was alone in the office. I lived out of this tower now as I liked it better alone even now with Merle being back in the prison, I didn’ need his shit talking around me at all hours. Not when I had my own entertainment. 

There she was right on time to interrupt me from my thoughts, Holy shit what was she fucking wearing. I grabbed my binoculars to get a closer look, When i found her again with them she was almost fucking naked by the looks of it! In tiny shorts and an even smaller top, From this vantage point i had the best view straight in her bra, I kept my eyes on her all day fuck the perimeter it’ll be fine and i’m sure some weak ass will scream and let me know. 

I watched her all day as she wiggled her hips and wiped the sweat from her chest, Turns out i wasn’t the only one watching even guys I've fuckin told before to stay away come flocking, What don’t the asshole’s understand about “i’m always fuckin watchin” by her quitting time it wasn’t just my dick that was rock hard and throbbin but also the vein in my temple that tells me i’m about to snap.

Balling my fists up i wait for her to start walking back but Maggie fuckin Greene starts walking towards her, Fuck sake. I send the next watch away and tell them ill radio to come back. I wasn’t allowing no fucker to have this view. I watched as Maggie sat down in the grass with Y/N and pulled out two large bottles. I grabbed the binoculars again. Fuckin Merle! That’s his shine if i ever saw it. Making a mental note to smack that bastard later for this. Now everyone had gone back inside it was deadly silent out here which meant their voices were carrying more than they knew and i could hear every word. I settled back down and watched the girls for a while biding my time. 

Y/N

You both look at each other with a glint in your eyes, Pop the tops off your bottles and start downing it. Maggie comes up for air first. Dropping my bottle and swallowing the harsh liquid i Cheer in celebration and yell a little too loud “that Merle may be an asshole but he sure makes some good hooch” 

“Sooooo ya had any bites today?” Maggie grins winking at you. “Yeah but not the one i want, He’s so fucking frustrating. I think I've noticed him watching me more today than he has the entire time i’ve known him” I sigh. 

“You know he's got a huge thing for you or he wouldn’t be acting like this”  Maggie Giggled. “But then who in this friggin place doesn’t especially after today! You even made my breath hitch never mind poor Glenn who had to get a shower!” “Ugh maggie he’s your guy why the hell is he looking at me!” I grimaced. She put her hand on my thigh and winked at me again “He’s got my permission, don't worry it spices things up a little” I didn’t move her hand just enjoyed the feeling of her fingers running up and down the inside of my thigh.

We both downed more of Merle’s hooch giggling and the conversation turned to a debate on the size of Daryl's dick. I lick my lips promising to tell her if I ever get my hands on it. The conversation is turning more and more heated as her hand is getting closer and closer to my throbbing core. She’s getting that close now I’m sure she can probably feel the heat coming from it.  As we are getting close to the bottom of our bottles and really starting to feel the effect Maggie still with one hand on my thigh leans close to my face and whispers “He’s stayed up there watching past his shift. Let's give him something to see hmm?” As she’s finishing the end of her sentence I bridge the gap between us and meet her lips with mine. I bring my hand up to her hair and pull her closer into me, deepening the kiss Moaning into her lips. 

Daryl 

When the girls first started chatting i wanted to find out who they could be talkin about and punch the prick out till i heard my name and if my ears weren't already prickling up they definitely were now, He heard Y/N promise Maggie that if she sees ma dick she will tell her how big. He bites his lip and decides he’ll help her keep that promise. 

He picks his binoculars back up and notices Maggie's hand running up and down Y/N’s thigh. If there were two people he thought he wouldn’t have to warn away, it would have been Glenn and Maggie and they pick a night that he’s mad as hell to change his mind about that? 

He brings one hand to his aching dick giving it a few tugs through his pants to relieve some of the pressure and brings his eyes back to them just as he sees the girls lean into each other, Shit! Shit! He doesn’t know whether to run down there and interrupt finally or let them continue. Y/N pushes Maggie to lay her fully down and straddles her hips, I grabbed my radio and called for the replacement as i couldn’t take much more.

While i waited for the lazy shit to get here i watched Y/N & Maggie get even more heated and their hands exploring each other the moaning reaching me in the tower, I look to my right and see Glenn watching from behind one of the buildings hands and lower half suspiciously hidden.

Ah hell no fuck this tower! Daryl reaches over the side and grabs the pipe work swings himself over and uses it to get down quickly. As he hits the bottom his replacement is strolling over he grabs him by the scruff of his shirt blocking his view into the field. “Put ya lazy ass in that office and don’t fuckin leave till i come back and tell ya, ya can leave. Ya fuckin hear me?” I growl at him. The kid runs into the office in the tower. I spin around pretending not to see Glenn hiding there, I ran across the field towards the girls and as i reached them i let my shadow fall over them. 

Y/N

From where i am lay on top of Maggie i watch as Daryl slides down the side of the watch tower and charges over to us, I smile against Maggie's lips when he gets closer i moan feeling her hand snake its way into my bra, Were both panting loudly and moaning when his shadow falls over us. 

He clears his throat next thinking we hadn’t noticed him there. Maggie moves her mouth to my neck and I let out another moan but this time I raise my eyes to his and lick my bottom lip not breaking eye contact. 

“Come with me...NAW” Daryl growls and grabs my arms and pulls me off and up. Maggie looks at him and pouts “oh boo Daryl always gotta ruin our fun” I wave to Maggie giggling as he starts to drag me across the field. 

“What the fuck Daryl” I try to push him off my arm but his hands are unyielding. “Shut the fuck up ill deal with ya in a minute” He growls and pushes me up against the wall of a building stares longingly into my eyes then darts his arm out and smashes someone’s head into the wall. “Didn’t think id have to fuckin warn ya Glenn, Thought it was pretty fuckin obvious. Don't let me catch ya ass again” he grabs my arm again and drags me across the court yard until we reach a secluded spot, He slams my back up another wall and presses his body up against mine keeping me pinned between him and the wall. 

“What you think you’ve been doing girl, Flaunting your shit all day for any man to beat his meat too?” 

I squirm under his gaze, Shit i think i actually pissed him off, Definitely not the emotion i was going for!

“You think i’m gonna sit by and let tha happen?” 

I find my voice, “What do you mean, You won’t let something happen. You’re not the boss of me!” you say glaring back at him, If he wants to play the pissed off game he won’t be playin it alone.

“Ya know exactly what i mean! I’ll show you who the fuckin boss Y/N” He said, pressing his hips harder into mine. I try to suppress my moan. His eye’s darken even more hearing me moan for him now. 

“Who do you think told those pricks to back the fuck away from you, They wouldn’t of just left you alone on their own naw, they needed some rough persuasion Y/N” 

I glare at him again and he pushes his hips back into mine again.”Ya gonna learn yet? Every time you glare at me, ill smash my dick into that dirty clit o urs” He explains with a wink. 

Not knowing how to respond to that You ask “You’re the reason no man looks at me anymore? What fucking business is it of yours”

“Hell fuckin yeah i am” He says with a smirk “No one will dare ya touch you if I've claimed ya, So i did” “Naw I’ve claimed you, I’ve made it very clear if anyone touches you they’ll lose a fuckin arm” He growled

“For fuck sake Daryl! You can’t just put claims on a girl you don’t even give a fuck about” I said with a snarl.

“I give a fuck, Just didn’ want ya to know i gave a fuck, I enjoyed watchin ya squirm... but ya forced ma hand and naw... Well naw i aint gonna be gentle bout it”

You close your eyes tight, If he hadn’t of “claimed” me i would be in heaven now but learning that he’s behind your dry well makes you so mad. 

“This what you were trying to get huh?” “I would of thought twice before you pulled this shit, I aint no gentle man” she breathed into her ear. His gravelly voice driving me crazy. 

I look him in the eyes and shove him hard, running back to the cell block. I took a breather when i got through the door and realised he hadn’t followed me. As i was walking past the showers a hand darted out and pulled me inside. 

“Woah what the fuck” I gasped as I felt a hand move over my ass and pull me against him, Jees i need to wear this outfit more often. 

I was pulled into the light and saw it was Zach who had pulled me in with him, Zach was one of the ones who daryl must of scared away. 

“Hey baby, Missed me?” he breathed at me. “How could i miss you zach i never got a chance to know you, You let that asshole scare you away” I said hurt 

“Gimmie another chance Y/N, ill show you a good time, This could be our secret. We could have some real fun and piss that hillbilly asshole off” He squeezes me tighter to him. 

“Gerrof Zach if your too pussy to pursue someone when warned of by a man I’ve only ever spoken to once then you’re not a guy i want any fucking part of”

“Awww c’mon you don’t mean that” he grips the back of my head and pushes his lips to mine i tried to fight him off be but he had too tight of a grip. 

A low growl came from the doorway “I believe she said to get ya bitch ass hands off her” Zach jumped back like someone had shocked him when he heard the voice. Daryl walked forward and put his arm round my shoulder “an i believe i told ya to not even look at her again bitch” His voice gets louder “Tell me asshole what did i say i was gonna do to ya?” 

H waited a moment staring at Zack “Hmm to fuckin scared to answer?” he walks forward and punches him rapidly in the face Zack goes sprawling across the shower floor. Daryl stands over him and threatens “it’ll be worse next time if you don listen to me and come near ma girl again”

Daryl turns and heads back to you and wraps his arm around your shoulders again “Bet Ya glad i claimed you now” I nod slightly. I squirm out of his arms and run back to my cell, my hooch high still buzzing in my mind. Thank god without this how could i be this brave? I smile when I get to my cell wondering how long it will take him to catch me. 

I  barely had time to catch my breath before i felt him, He made no noise whatsoever like a hunter closing in on his prey.Whenever he was near me it felt like my entire body was electrified and tuned only to him. 

I spun around and my breath hitched in my throat at the sight of that venomous glare, He just stood and glared with his eye’s roaming every inch of you, You could feel every hair on your body standing to attention for him. 

In the blink of an eye he was back in front of you again pinning you back against the wall with his hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head to the side exposing your neck. 

He looks over your body panting his eyes still liquid stone, Ever glaring. I could feel the heat coming off him in waves as he studied me. His pushed his mouth next to my ear, “When i’m finished with ya, ya legs will be useless and everyone in this damn place gon know my name. An i promise you aint gon forget who’s ya are” He paused for a second staring into my eyes, “Naw take this shit off before i rip it off ya” He said pulling roughly at my shirt.

With Shaking hands i reach up and untie my shirt and push it off my shoulders, Watching his eyes grow darker as he watched. My shirt fell to the floor he grabbed the centre of my bra “All of it” He growled. I undid my bra and threw that into the corner. He looked down at my shorts seeming impatient gripped both sides and ripped them down. He came back up to me gripped my arms and pushed me further up the wall off the floor and quickly puts his legs in between mine and rests my body on them. 

He reaches forcing my head to the side again and brings his mouth down to my neck kissing and biting furiously his other hand gripping my breast roughly, Earning a loud moan from me. I reached for his shirt desperate to run my hands on him, Before my hands met their mark he had gripped my wrists pinning them above my head. 

“Ya don’t move, Touch or make a fuckin sound unless i say so, Ya hear?” I nodded eyes growing wide at his words. He let my feet touch the ground again and tore my underwear off, He bunched them up in his hand “Mmm look how wet these pantie’s are for me girl” “Open your mouth, Naw” I obediently complied letting him stuff them into my mouth, Dying to moan under his stare. 

He stepped back and let his vest fall over his shoulders and hit the floor, He then took his shirt off and used it to bind my hands together. He stood back admiring his handiwork, I Squirmed under his lustful gaze feeling myself getting wetter by the second. I watched him slowly bring his hands to his belt unfastening it then his button and zip, His pants hit the ground and he kicked them to the side. My breath went wild when I saw him in all his glory i love a man who doesn’t wear any underwear.

He lunged forward again pulling my legs over his and wrapping leg around his hips pressing his huge dick at my entrance. It was so long and thick: my mouth started salivating instantly imagining wrapping my mouth around it. 

He pulled my underwear from my mouth and growled into my ear “Scream my fucking name” as he plunged his entire length into me, The breath was forced from my lungs “shitt, Daryl!”

“Did i fuckin stutter, I said scream it” he growled again biting my neck pulling out almost of the way and plunging deep into me again. Damn did i scream this time my eyes rolling back into my head enjoying the sensation. 

“Tha’s better now ride it bitch” 

I felt raw already from his huge length and girth filling me like i’d never been filled before. Pulling my arms around his neck to steady myself i used him to pull myself back up and then down slowly trying to adjust to his size. 

His mouth met mine in a rough eager kiss, capturing my tongue with his. He pulled his mouth back to my neck and whispered “Ya don know how long i’ve been waiting for this, Tell me how much you love my dick Y/N”

“Ahh” i cried out “so much baby so much” My eyes rolling into the back of my head still rolling my hips onto him. “Naw, Tell me who you belong to” “You” I moaned “You i belong to you daryl” I panted out. 

“Louder! I want everyone in the fuckin place to know your mine” 

“Oh god, Daryl, I’m yours! Only yours” I screamed 

“Better” He smirked. He moved my arms from around his neck and released my hand’s from his shirt. He walked backwards with me still perched on him, His legs hit the end of the bed and he sunk down taking me with him. 

“Now show me how much you love this dick”

I positioned myself better over him and sunk down to the hilt slowly savouring every glorious inch of him. My eyes shot open again moaning when my clit hit his pubic bone and i started grinding harder and faster now. 

I could feel his hand’s everywhere, God i can’t believe how long i had been longing for this moment, I cried out again. He leant up on his elbows and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth nibbling, and running his nails down the inside of my thighs. The combination was pure ecstasy. I could already feel the pressure in my mound building painfully begging to be released. 

He removed his mouth from me earning a sad moan from me desperate to feel his mouth on me, He looked back at my eye’s amusement on his face. He ran both hands up to my chest again gripping almost painfully. “And these, Who do they belong to Y/N?” “You baby, All yours” i breathed shakily. I was so close when he growled again “Say my fuckin name” My wall’s started constricting against him. “Ahh god, Daryll ....fuck Daryl” His eyes shone at my words. He was even more spurned on now. He flipped us over, throwing me into the bed and pulled my hips into the air ramming harder and deeper than before. 

“Cum for me baby” He whispered in his incredible gravelly voice.

Those four words was all I needed to push me over the edge. Crying his name out again i felt the damn of pressure welled up in me from the moment I saw him burst open. I rode out my high as hard as i could against him, I collapsed to the bed and felt him slow down, My brain fuzzy from my incredible high. I tried pushing myself up on my elbows and my eyes caught another’s at the door. 

I looked down and back up rubbing my eyes, “Shit Darryl stop!” I reached for the sheets to pull them over me. There were at least 6 men gazing in, Daryl continued unperturbed. You tried putting your hand behind you trying to push at his stomach to get his attention. He captured your arm and it around your back and pulled you up against him. 

“You think I didn't know, Now tell me again who you belong to” “Daryl please!” I said trying to cover my chest. He grabbed the sheet and flung it away. 

Rick spoke up from the back Your cheeks flushed horrified they had all seen you in the throws. “I think Daryl told you to do something, He doesn’t like to be kept waiting” He said with a gleam in his eyes. You gazed around the men seeing Rick, Zack, Merle, Glenn & i wasn’t sure who else grinning enjoying the show. I was suddenly unashamed as i felt the pressure build back up dangerously high.

Daryl seeing my eyes wander over the group wrapped my hair around his wrist and pushed my head back into the bed, Ramming harder and faster than i’d ever felt before making me scream again. “Say it” he shouted at me “Ahh shit im daryl’s, You claimed me baby” He replied “And no one else is going to make you feel this good again are they?” 

“God no, Only you, Ahh so good!”

“Ya heard her '' He said addressing the men “She’s mine. Naw you can all fuck off back to your pits and keep your fucken hand’s to your selves asshole’s” You heard Merle hoot “wooowee you get it baby brother” You stomach turned grateful daryl had told them to leave, before his body pushed another orgasm out of you. 

They all turned and left as Daryl biting my ear lobe moaned into me “Now cum again for me baby” He suddenly dove his hand under me and onto my clit. 

I instantly caved again screaming into the bed. 

Feeling my second orgasm pushed him to the brink again and he jackhammered into me. Hard. Chasing his high. I pushed back furiously desperate to feel him. I moaned “Cum in me Daryl please i need to feel you” 

I felt him explode moaning my name and grinding deep into me riding it fully out” 

He collapsed on top of me breathless. We lay like that for a few minutes when I felt him going hard in me again. He pulled out and lay back on the bed pulling me into his chest his heart still pounding in his chest.

“God girl, If i’d of known you were that good a fuck, I’d of taken you that first fucking night” A relaxed grin on his face. 

He turned and took my face in his hands kissing me softly and murmured into my lips “I hope you don’t think i'm done with you yet” He winked “I aint had a girl like you in a loooong time i aint even close to done with ya” 

He rolled back onto me pulling my lip with his teeth. “Ready?” I nodded desperate to feel him again. 

God knows how many hours & Orgasms later he fell off me pulling me close into his chest again. I passed out instantly, Thoroughly exhausted. He chuckled into my hair and followed me into blissful sleep. 

When we woke the next morning his arms still tight around me, Smiling in his sleep. 

I looked over happy wishing i could stay here forever but there was work to be done. 

I slowly picked his arm up and tried to wiggle out from under it, Before i'd gotten half way those glorious muscles had flexed and pulled me straight back into him. “Morning beautiful. Hope you don’t think your going anywhere. We’ve got so much time to make up for.” He nuzzled his face into yours sweetly. You could feel him growing hard against your hip. “Don’t worry i’m feeling responsible. I’ll make it quick!” 

He fucked me again for another hour until we were both sweaty, shaky wrecks. 

I groaned and rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up trying to stand up and instantly felt my legs buckle beneath me. He was up and caught me before i came crashing down. He laughed. “Don’t say i didn’t warn you” You laughed with him. “God, I love that sound” He said, staring into my eyes and planting a sweet kiss onto my lips. He stood and started grabbing his clothes from around the room and dressing. 

“Take your time getting up, I’m back in the guard tower again today, Don’t forget what i taught you last night” He said with a wink and ducked down to kiss me. He moved to the doorway and moved the curtain turning back at me. “Oh and babe I wanna see that outfit again today, Now i know it’s all for me” He winked again and left. 

I fell back on the bed with a huge grin on my face. Holy shit I can't wait for tonight! 

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Good Vibes - A Stripper!Kiri x Reader AU NSFW

This is my contribution to the Magic Mike Collab by the illustrious Angelashido

CW: Use of pussy, clit, cunt. Daddy used in a sexual context,

Disclaimer: All Reader inserts are brown and ftm trans! Reader will have he/him pronouns. All characters are over 18. Minors DNI!

“Good Boys listen to daddy don’t they, my darlin.’”

Those words rang through your head almost every day you went to work.

The deep bass of his voice, the warmth of his hands, the hungry look in his eye.

They all haunted your dreams since you started working at Fatgum’s Farm. A southern farm themed strip club where the servers and performers dressed as either cowboys, farm hands, or farm animals. Your “uniform” was a cow printed bikini with a matching tail, ears, and horns. The straps dug into the plush flesh of your brown hips and sides, but you reveled in the stares you would get.

However, you weren’t the only one who had a liking for your outfit.

Eijiro Kirishima was one of the house favorites. A stripper who went by Red Riot, was very intrigued by your appearance. Tall and built like a house, he wore assless chaps, a black thong, and a cowboy hat. Besides the outfit leaving nothing to the imagination, he did love to tease you. Letting his hand slip ever so slightly lower as he walked by, would leave you with a lingering warmth for the rest of the night.

He’s a sweet man though, always walking you to your car and taking care of any customers who got too handsy. Although you never did complain the few times he had to pretend to be your boyfriend. One time in particular, actually. You had a customer gripping your wrist, begging for a kiss, and refusing to let go. Eijiro came up behind you, pulling the man’s hand off of you before putting a protective grip on your waist. Your mind went blank for a moment, feeling his solid body pressed against your side as his fingers dug into the meat of your hip.

“-you go along now baby.” A voice said, shaking you out of your fog. You stood there for a moment before a strong hand gripped your cheeks gently. Turning your face to him, his grip lowered onto your ass.

He gripped it tightly as he spoke. “Good boys, listen to daddy, ‘ight darlin’?” He asked with a low growl. His eyes quickly darted down to your slightly puckered lips, thick and painted red, before looking back up into your eyes.

“Y-yes sir.” Was all you could say before running off to the back to cool yourself off.

That was weeks ago and since then you’ve had your fun with teasing him. Grinding your ass against his bulge “accidentally”, pressing your breast against him with soft groans laced into whatever you were suggesting. Every time, you saw his crimson eyes darken and he licked his lips, looking at your display with hunger. He would recuperate, grabbing your ass as he walked by or snapping the straps of your bikini bottoms against your ass just to see your fat ripple. Today, however, you decided to try and make a move. The two of you were closing for the evening and were the last to leave.

As you walked into the back to change you saw Ejiro standing outside of the entrance. “Ya know you don’t hafta wait outside when it's the two of us right?” You comment to him as you walk inside.

“I know but my mamas raised me to be respectful,” he replies as he walks closer, leaning against a nearby locker as he begins to scroll on his phone. You smirked as you began to strip in front of him, as your back turned to him you felt his eyes trail down your back. Usually, you just threw on some sweats and changed at the house. But tonight you wanted to see how far you could push him. As you pulled off your bra you turned back to him, placing your hands on your hips you smirked. He was standing awkwardly against the locker, face buried in his phone with the faintest of blush dusting his cheeks. “Don’t tell me ya never saw a pretty body naked have ya Eiji?” You taunt as you walk closer to him. Only coming up to his chest you giggled as you pressed up against him.

His breath caught in his chest as he looked down at you. “Now doll… I know we’ve been teasing each otha for a while not..” He started, gripping your chin to keep your eyes on his. “But if ya want this I warn ya… I aint gentle,” he finishes lowly. You can only giggle and bite the inside of your cheek.

"Who says I want it to be soft?” You retort.

Suddenly you’re lifted up and pressed against the lockers by strong arms as a pair of soft lips are pressed against yours. You moan into his kiss as his large hands grip the fat of your thighs and ass. “Fuck baby, do ya know how hard it is for me to just sit by and watch as these hips swing by my stage,” he growls. You can’t get a word out as he sticks two thick fingers into your mouth. Soft whimpers echo through the changing room as your drool drips down his hand. He pulls them out and kisses you gently before slowly sliding a finger inside of you. He groans lowly as he feels how tight you are, your pussy clenches around his finger, desperately trying to suck him in. You stay like this, him stretching you slowly as he adds one more finger, scissoring you apart as he watches your face. How it contorts, how your eyes cross slightly as he feels your sweet spot, it all goes straight to his cock.

“Look at you..taking my fingers like a good little boy should,” he remarks as he looks down at the absolute mess you’ve made. He gently lays you down on a nearby bench, taking off his sweatshirt and folding it up before placing it underneath your hips. You watch as he slides off his pants and boxers, drool escaping you slightly as you watch his cock slowly reveal itself. Thick as heavy that even with it fully hard it can barely stand by itself. He positions himself between your legs, tapping his cock against your pussy. He smirks as he hears your voice hitch, feeling how heavy it is. He looks at you with concerned eyes, studying your face for any sign of discomfort only to find lust-blown eyes looking back at him. He grips your thighs tightly as they push them up to your chest. Your pussy clenches as you feel his fingers sink into the fat of your thighs. He slowly pushes in, biting his lip as he feels the hot, tight walls of your entrance. You reach up, digging your nails into his arms as his grip tightens on your hips.

Eiji gives you only a moment to rest before he pulls out, watching as your lips grip his shaft, glistening from how wet you are. He can’t help the deep growl in his chest as he pushes back in. He picks up the pace, leaning down on his forearms he leans his forehead against yours. The slapping of his balls against your ass echoes loudly. “God damn… you’re so fucking tight-ngh- didn’t think you could take me so well,” he moans out.

You let out a shaky laugh as your legs tighten around his waist. “D-didn’t know you thought so little oh fuck yes of me Eiji~” You replied. Your mixed juices dripped down the curve of your ass, adding to the explicit sounds coming from your rendezvous. To keep himself quiet he buries his face in the crook of your neck, biting and marking his way down to your chest.

Your whines grew louder as you felt the head of his cock hit your most sensitive spot. Your back arched and your nails drew blood from how hard they scratched down his shoulders. “Ah there it is~” He remarks as he sits up a bit, angling his thrusts to keep hitting your sweet pot. Absolutely enamoured by how fucked out you look, eyes crossed and drool dropping from the corner of your mouth, he can see the beginnings of hickeys bloom across your warm brown skin. It made his cock throb. “You’re all mine baby boy, no one else can have this tight pussy except me,” he announced as he began to thrust faster. Rubbing your clit in slow stuff movements he can’t help but smile seeing how your body reacts to the softest of touches. You can barely respond, only nodding your head and whimpering as you feel the knot in your loins tighten. “Gonna cum for me baby? Go on, I’m feelin’ nice today,” he remarks as he feels your pussy tighten around him. He thrusts faster, pinching and rubbing your clit along with his thrusts as he watches your face. You turn your head as you feel yourself about to climb over the edge before you feel a strong hand grip your chin. “Now now. Good boys look at daddy when they cum, I wanna see those eyes cross when ya squirt on my cock,” he commands. His smirk, usually holding warmth and comfort, throws you over the edge with a loud moan. Holding onto him like your life depended on it, you can’t help the cacophony of noises that spilled from your lips. He doesn’t relent, continuing to pound away at your quivering entrance.

“E-eiji nngj s-sensitive,” you moaned out, hot tears streaming down brown cheeks as you tried to move away from his powerful thrusts.

“Shh baby let daddy use you a little bit longer,” he comments as he hooks your legs over his shoulders as he holds your face gently. His large palms squish your cheeks gently as he speeds up his thrusts, your toes curl, and your body quakes as you feel his cock throb inside of you. Looking up at him with unfocused eyes you hold onto his wrists.

“C-cum inside daddy~ please~” You squeaked. That broke him, holding you close to him he unloaded inside of you, groaning loudly he humps against you. Feeling his cock throb and pulse as rope after rope of cum unloads inside of your tight cunt.

He keeps your bodies close together, kissing your face and lips gently as he asks how you're feeling. “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I sweetheart?” He asks as he wipes away tears. You shake your head and lean into his touch.

“No no...that was exactly what I wanted,” you replied. He chuckles as he lets your legs down gently, rubbing your hips and joints to ease the tension.

“Good. Cause as soon as I get you home, you’re gonna need to call off tomorrow.”

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[nemilemy]

hi nemi! yay a new blog hehe :3 may i swoop in and request hcs of jun & tsukasa comforting their s/o who didn’t manage to pull their card in the game? just had a bad experience with leo’s event gacha he only came home after 76 pulls T^T thank you in advance & happy new year 🤍

I feel honoured to write this for you dear anon! Happy new to everyone here Yahoo~~!!

❝Tsukasa Suou~❞

⚔️."(Name)? What's wrong my prince/princess?" He would ask while getting close to you patting your back

⚔️. Obviously poor Tsukasa wouldn't be sure what to do. He had that worried look on his face like how a mother would look at their child when they get injured.

⚔️. After you told him why you were sad he blinked and went to his own world. Before you snapped him back to reality after plopping on the floor.

⚔️. "But I'm here with you (_)!" He would've told. Honestly you would have to explain to him more than once for him to actually understand.

⚔️."Even though my card never came to you I'm always here with you (Name). As your knight I will protect you!"

⚔️. He would spoil you after to see your smiling face again. Aint no way he's not going to see you sad! As a knight he will do as he promised to you! That was to always cheer you up in your lows. And who knows he may have spent his money for you to get more dias (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡

❝Jun Sazanami~❞

🍎. "Eh? Why are you sad my Eve?" (I would also write Adam but then idk what name I would've gave him so sorry male anons). Jun would pat your head in hopes you'll feel a bit better.

🍎. In between if Jun would be clueless of what to do or would actually know what to do. But that's up for you to decide ( ╹▽╹ )

🍎. After you tell him what actually happened that made you sad. He would think it's ridiculous I mean who would be sad for not getting a card of him (obviously me-). But he would not say it out loud ofc and would just give you some cheesy lines to make you laugh.

🍎. "You know I'm here why would you need a card of mine when you have me in real life as your boyfriend?"

🍎. You're honestly the most confusing yet interesting person he has ever met in his life but he do know that he loves you very much!

🍎. After some hours he'll take you out on a very silent picnic that has a very beautiful scenery. It'll be a nice alone time with the both of you. He's mostly doing it to let you forget about the card thing. Poor Hiyori is left all alone for practice~

I hope you enjoyed it and hope it was of your expectations~! Go wild with your requests anons i sure did enjoy writing this (≧▽≦)! Sorry if it's short my brain went dead.💔

#ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars!! #enstars #jun sazanami #tsukasa suou #headcanon

[hoodedguitarist]

Think you can Hide from Me? Part 3

Once again, Gif aint mine I just REALLY LOVE IT. It’s one of my favorite scenes of him.

Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader

Summary: You infiltrated, the plan fell into chaos, Boba is mad at you, you’re catching feels, lots of time skips and some ANGST.

Warnings? None... Really not yet at least. Slight DinxReader if you squint. This just got a lot more feelsy and I got a whole lot more invested in this than I expected to. Which honestly seems to happen a lot to me. NO SHAME.

I really want to thank everyone who has liked, favorited, reblogged, and followed! You’re all amazing and make me feel amazing too. It means a lot to me that everyone is enjoying my writing. My inbox is open and I’ll even make a Tag List if anyone is interested!

Part 1: The Infiltrator

Part 2: The Distraction

Part 4: The Reunion

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Part 3: The Regret

You should have known that plan was going to go off the rails. What you didn’t know, however, was that Boba was going to end up being a casualty of it all as well, and by complete accident.

Sure, you’d been caught with the others, sure you’d been sentenced to death with the others… And oh yes Boba was pissed… Very pissed. You didn’t need to see his face to tell that he was because instead of riding in the barge, he was there to personally bind you and hold you on the way to the Sarlaac pit.

Standing next to Han and Luke was going to make this conversation very awkward, but it needed to be said.

“Ok… So you’re mad at me, right?” You said out loud. Both of them glanced over at you, but you felt Boba’s hand tighten around your shoulder and yank you backwards into him. “Ah!”

“Mad is an understatement, sweetheart,” his modulated voice hissed.

“Ok, that’s fair… I’m sorry I lied to you about the whole work thing. Really, I am.”

“Uh… (Y/N)?” Han questioned.

“Stay out of it Han,” you snapped quickly. “You too, Luke. Mind your business, both of you.”

The two backed off and tried their best not to pay attention to whatever you could possibly be talking about with the bounty hunter, someone they considered an enemy.

“Was fucking me a distraction too?” Boba growled. Now the boys were really trying not to pay attention.

“No, actually, that part was real,” you turned your head to look at him over your shoulder. “I was telling the truth when I said I’d wanted to do that ever since I saw you, and still do, if you’ll have me.”

“I think that was your last roll in the sheets, princess. If you manage to make it out of this alive somehow, I’ll know and I’ll find you,” he threatened.

“Hm, sounds fun,” you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning. “If you make it out of this alive, I’ll come back and find you too. Do we have a deal?”

Boba scoffed and you figured he felt pretty confident that this was it and you were going to die some horrible death inside the belly of this beast.

“Deal,” he finally answered. 

Han and Luke both cut their eyes over at you and you shrugged. “I told you two to mind your own business.”

~*~

Things had happened so fast. One minute you were about to be shoved into the pit, the next Luke is jumping around doing Jedi stuff and mildly impressing you. You didn’t have time to admire, though, because you were struggling with one of Jabba’s guards while Han and Chewie were getting into it with Boba.

Somehow, you were trying to manage not getting killed but also trying to watch Han’s back because he was still blind, and now Chewie who had been shot… But also Boba because you really didn’t want him dying on you either. It was a weird situation all around.

You struggled with the guard and managed to land a hit, but then a blaster fired out of nowhere and hit him square in the chest, knocking him backwards and into the pit. You were startled and turned to look where the shot came from, and sure enough you saw Boba’s blaster smoking. Your heart jumped into your throat and he simply nodded to you… Until he turned his sights on Luke.

You heard Chewie howl something out, heard Han get jumpy.

“Boba Fett?? Where??” He whipped around and smacked the bounty hunter right in his jetpack, which malfunctioned and sent him flying.

“Han what the hell??” You yelled over the chaos.

“I didn’t know he was right there! I can’t see!” He yelled back. You looked over the railing rather desperately, just in time to see the bounty hunter roll into the Sarlaac pit.

Well… That was a damn shame...

~*~

Five years had passed, and the Empire was defeated. Ghosts and whispers still lingered, but the Rebellion no longer needed you. It was now the New Republic and you didn’t really have any interest in politics. You said your goodbyes to your friends, the true heroes, and went back to being on your own.

You weren’t on your own for long, however, seeing as how you got caught up in chaos with another Mandalorian. This one was different, however. He had a kid with him. You didn’t mind babysitting during the really dangerous stuff but at the same time you sort of missed the chaos. After a while, the kid wanted to be everywhere his dad was so you were able to tag along.

Being with them led you back to Tatooine, to a small place known as Mos Pelgo. You wanted to help Din get the kid back with his own kind and when they spoke of another Mandalorian in Mos Pelgo, you couldn’t help it as your heart jumped and your hopes spiked…

Especially when a ghost appeared in the doorway wearing Boba Fett’s armor.

You tensed beside Din, and he glanced at you briefly. 

“Boba…?” You questioned carefully, letting your eyes run down the person in front of you. He was tall, much more thin. There was no way…

“ ‘Fraid not, darlin’,” the ghost answered. 

First, you felt the icy cold stab of regret and loss all over again, then you felt the heat of anger bloom in you. Both you and Din were ready to throw down with the Marshal for entirely different reasons.

“Take it off,” Din ordered.

“Or I will,” your voice was a low warning, surprising all parties involved.

“I think I wouldn’t mind that,” the ghost now known as Cobb Vanth smirked at you.

“Yeah you say that now until you’ve got a knife in your back. Where the hell did you get that? And don’t say Jawas. That armor belonged to someone. Someone I knew!” You snapped. 

“I don’t know what to tell you, honey. Anything else would be a lie. I did get it from the Jawas.”

A growl slipped your lips and you took a step forward, but Din grabbed you first. In the end, everything worked out in your favor. Cobb gave up the armor in exchange for help against the Dragon that plagued Mos Pelgo. When the two of you and the child were back safely on the Razor Crest, there were several times when Din would catch you gazing at the old armor, running your fingers across it, leaning your head against the empty helm.

He even thought he saw tears…

Finally, one night, he managed to carefully edge the story out of you. It was a little difficult, but you managed well enough.

“It was just supposed to be a fling, you know? No strings attached, just to say I did it. But there was just something about him, something else that drew me to him. I wanted him to live, I tried to protect him but so many things happened that day, and so many things went wrong way too quickly…” Your voice caught in your throat, but you laughed despite yourself. “I ended up catching feelings for this fucking bounty hunter after he supposedly died.”

“It’s possible those feelings grew from guilt,” Din said calmly. “Thank you for telling me and trusting me with this. I’m sorry this is bringing you so much pain.”

“Oh they most definitely grew from guilt, but then when I saw his armor, hope grew. He had to have come out of it. He’s got to be somewhere, I just don’t know where… And I don’t know if he’ll kill me on sight, so you might want to get ready for that too.”

“(Y/N) when are we not almost killed on sight?” There was a hint of amusement to his voice, and it made you smile. “I think we can manage,” he assured you.

“Yeah… Let’s hope…”

~*~

Seeing the armor hit you hard, but being on top of that mountain with Din and Grogu and seeing Slave 1 come out of the atmosphere and into the sky really did a number on you.

“Oh shit… Oh shit…”  You muttered.

“What? Who is that?” Din looked over at you.

“I… I don’t know. It used to be Boba’s ship but there’s no damn telling now. I haven’t seen that thing in years. Somebody could have scavenged it or something.”

“Well we need to figure it out, come on,” he waved for you to follow, and you did so, trying your best not to seem too eager.

Unfortunately, that eagerness faded with the blaster fire, and the both of you took cover behind a rock.

“I’ve been tracking you, Mandalorian.”

That voice… It made your heart thunder in your chest. Masked by a modulator or not, you could tell it was him. You tensed and Din noticed. He looked over at you and you looked at him, eyes wide and lips parted. You gave a quick nod.

“It’s him… It’s Boba…”

“So not a Jedi… Great,” he whispered. The both of you eased out from behind the rock and you got your first good look at him. He was dressed in black robes, the hood thrown over his head, weapons strapped to his back.

“Boba??” You couldn’t stop yourself as you called out to him. He reached up and pushed his hood back, revealing a scarred face. It did nothing to deter you, however. He was older, but you were still just as attracted to him as you had been years ago. He stepped forward and moved closer, his eyes never leaving your face. It made you a little nervous. “If you’re going to kill me then ok, just do it, but I want you to know that I’m sorry first,” you said quickly holding your hands up. “I’m sorry for what happened that day.”

“Surprised to see me alive?” It was a simple question. No dark tone or anger.

“Relieved is more like,” you admitted. “I looked for you, for any sign of you after the war was over, but I never found anything. I knew somehow, though. I knew you’d survived, but I didn’t know if you’d want to kill me or not.”

“You know me well enough, girl. If I’d wanted to kill you, I would have done it right after I crawled out of that pit,” his eyes roved down you and you felt that old familiar rush, that feeling of playing with fire again. “It’s good to see you, princess, and we’ll talk later. For now, we need to talk about my armor that your man made off with.”

@pinkiemme @chadillacboseman​ If you need me I’ll be in the trash compactor thanks.

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[tallstars-rewrite]

Chapter 35

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The town was worse than Talltail could have ever imagined. 

He was bombarded on all sides by horrible loud screeches and rumbles and a cacophony of twoleg voices that seemed to bother Jake far less then they did him. It took all the willpower he had to not to flinch and cower at the roars of monsters that passed down nearby crisscrossing Thunderpaths. And I thought the one Thunderpath near the moor was bad!

  He could make out countless different smells, but he didn’t recognize any. It was all too tangled up. Occasionally he caught a whiff of rat, but it was always covered with the sour stench of twoleg rubbish and wet gravel.

“Are you sure you know where we’re going?” Talltail hissed to Jake as they padded quickly down the hard flat twoleg paths, uncomfortably boxed in on either side by high house-like structures.

“I do, I’ve been this way before. It smells weird because humans throw trash down these alleyways, but they don’t walk down them very often. We’re going to ask some um...friends of mine the safest way to the park. I know the general area it’s in, but I've never tried to actually go there before, and I’d prefer to avoid crossing roads if we can.”

They turned down another alleyway and Talltail froze when he heard a sharp rattle as one of the twolegs bins was knocked across their path, clanging hard against the ground. An angry looking dark ginger molly leapt up on the bin, a growl rising in her throat. Talltail bristled as from behind her, three more cats stalked towards them with flattened ears. They were covered in deep scars from past scraps. Talltail was taller than all of them, but that didn’t make the odds much better.

“Hey, you! We told you not to show your stinking muzzle around here!” the ginger molly hissed. 

Jake flicked his tail in casual greeting and Talltail stared at him in shock. These cats looked like they were about to pounce!

“Hey guys! Been a while, huh? It’s really good to see old pals again.”

The smallest of the cats, scraggly brown tom, growled and stepped closer.

“Don’t call us pals dog-breath, we ‘aint your pals, and we warned you what would happen if you showed up again!”

Jake cocked his head “I thought it was something like you’d tell me to get lost? And I’d love to get lost, but I just need to ask a quick--”

“The warning was implied!” the tom spat.

Jake sniffed. “Well, it wasn’t implied very clearly,”

“Jake, for StarClan’s sake!” Talltail hissed.

“Aw, come on. I thought we got along well last time!” Jake went on, ignoring Talltail’s warning. 

The alley cats just snarled and their claws unsheathed, scraping threateningly on the stone. Talltail instinctively put a paw in front of Jake, a low warning growl rising in his throat in response.

“Who’s this string bean supposed to be?” the red molly scoffed. The fact that she had to look up at him didn’t seem to bother her much.

“He’s a real clan cat, you know. So um. I wouldn’t attack him. We’re both trained to fight,” Jake stuttered. “But really, I don’t think this needs to come to violence--”

“I knew it! I knew it was one of those forest freaks!” a muscular gray tom spat, “So you’re a traitor as well as a pest now, are you Jake?”

“Traitor? That seems a bit excessive.”

“We’re sick of you so called clan bastards, why don’t you tell your other rat faced friends to go back to the woods before we rip your fur off?” the gray tom yowled.

“Friends?” Talltail narrowed his eyes. “Clan cats don’t come through here.”

‘Don’t play dumb!” the tiny tom hissed. “We know you been pestering Bess and them. You’re not getting them in the park either so don’t even bother! The duck pond is off limits and we’re guarding it now, so--”

“Shut up Roach!” snarled the molly, swatting the little brown tom on the head. “Just spill out everything, why don’t you!?”

“I have no idea what other clan cats you're talking about,” Talltail said. “I haven’t had any quarrel with Bess before. You must be mistaken.”

“The only thing we’re mistaken about,” the red molly sneered, “is having not ripped you apart yet. You’re outnumbered. One less clan rat sounds good as far as I’m concerned, and one less freeloading pest who fancies himself an adventurer at that!” she added to Jake.

“Try it,” Talltail arched his back and unsheathed his claws. “You outnumber me, but at least the first one to pounce will regret they were ever kitted.” 

The four rogues didn’t back down, but they didn’t advance either. Some looked between each other and shifted around. Talltail was counting on them not having coordinated team tactics like he’d been taught in WindClan, and none of them seemed sure how to go about deciding who would be the first to attack. But he wasn’t sure how well he’d be able to back up his threat when one of them eventually did. He tensed when he saw the molly and the big gray tom crouch.

“You don’t want to do this, Bel!” Jake said poking out from behind Talltail “I mean it, don’t you want to know the real reason I came here? You’ll regret it if anything happens to me!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The molly apparently called Bel hissed.

“You know I get around,” Jake suddenly sounded very serious, catching Talltail a bit off guard. “I know a lot of different cats around here, a lot of cats who would be very displeased if I suddenly turned up missing, and I know you don’t want trouble with them. I came to deliver a message that could be life or death for you.”

 Bel’s stance changed slightly as she shifted uncomfortably. “What message? What’s this about? You’re not working for the group on the other side of town or anything are you?”

Talltail was as caught off guard as Bel. Jake didn’t look at him, but he curled his tail briefly around Talltail’s back foot, and flicked it to the side. He was certainly trying to tell him something.

“You want to hear it?” Jake lowered his voice as the rogues were looking increasingly uncomfortable.

“I-I guess?” Roach whimpered.

The gray tom shoved his companion. “Don’t act like such a kit!”

As soon as the others briefly turned their attention to the small squabble, Jake rammed himself into the silver metal bin beside him, the cat on top of it yowled in shock as she was taken down with it. It bashed the gray tom on the head and clanged to the ground as the other cat toppled on top of Bel.

Jake turned on his heels and shoved Talltail along. “Time to go!” he yelped, and Talltail followed without a second thought, sprinting back down the alley.

The clutter behind them as the rogues tried to detangle themselves certainly offered a good head start, which they probably needed as Talltail quickly realized Jake wasn’t the fastest cat on his paws. The trained runner had to temper his pace a lot to not leave Jake in the dust, nevermind that he didn’t actually have any idea where he was going. Jake directed him down one pathway, then another, scattering some bewildered pigeons, and at last they broke out of the narrow passages and were running on hard flat stone. Talltail saw twolegs turn their heads and make noises at them, but they shot past too fast for them to do anything. Thank StarClan twolegs are slow! 

He thought surely the cats chasing them would stop when they left their alley, but to his dread, they were still coming.

“Where you goin’ clan cat!?” he heard the red molly yowl. “Not as tough out here, are you?”

Talltail gritted his teeth. Jake wasn’t going fast enough. “We’re not outrunning them,” he hissed between breaths. “We’ll have to try something else.” Jake didn’t have time to respond before they found themselves pinned in a dead end alley.

“Oops,” Jake gasped.

 Talltail didn’t bother stopping, instead shouting, “when they start this way, run back towards them!”

“What?”

“Just trust me!”

Talltail reached the back of the dead end-alley, hearing their pursuers triumphant yowl at seeing them cornered. Talltail didn’t pause, he wheeled around, leaped up the wall, and used it to springboard backward straight at the nearest rogue. Bel yowled in surprise at his speed and sudden turn as she was slammed to the ground, knocking her head hard on the pavement. Talltail leaped at the gray tom behind her without missing a beat and barreled him into a twoleg bin, knocking into the other molly as they stumbled into a stinking bag of rubbish, which promptly toppled onto them. Jake ran past, but there was another rogue left in his way. Talltail went to leap after Jake before they could touch him, but the molly he’d knocked down recovered and was lunging for his throat. He barely pulled his head away and heard her teeth snap shut hard a hairsbreadth where his neck had just been, and swiped a blow at her muzzle in return. The tom left in the rubbish pile leapt onto his back and struggled for his neck. These cats were shockingly eager about this fight.

 Luckily the gray tom’s grip was poor, the momentum from the jump making him lose his hold and slip off the other side with a frustrated snarl, leaving red lines in Talltail’s back as he did. What I wouldn’t give to have thicker fur! he thought with a muted hiss of pain as he kicked the tom in the face and took off.

Jake had run right into the last little rogue. For a moment, Talltail was panicked as the attacker reared up with claws flashing. But apparently they were caught off guard when their opponent didn’t rear up as well. Instead, Jake ran head first full speed into their belly, bowling right over them and kicking them in the muzzle with his hind paws as he scrambled to keep going, looking back to see Talltail catch up to him with ease.

“I know where to go!” Jake gasped. 

Talltail was unsure, but he was in no position to disagree. Jake turned sharply to the right down one last alleyway and Talltail reacted swiftly, following him through a small hole in a fence that blocked the way. Talltail had some trouble getting his shoulders through the hole, wincing as the fence scraped at his scratches. He felt teeth snap at the hairs on his tail as he pulled himself free. Jake leapt up and knocked over stack of boxes and crates that had been left in the alley outside a door. They clattered over the hole, and Talltail heard a hiss of pain as something heavy fell onto the head of a cat that had tried to crawl after them.

“Come on, that won’t hold long,” Jake said.

 Talltail couldn’t help but be impressed with his friend's confidence. He’d never imagined how Jake would react to danger, but he was certainly one brave kittypet. The side of the stone twoleg den that cornered them had a hard broken tube that led up to its roof hanging down. Jake clambered up it and Talltail followed, anxious that it wouldn’t hold their weight as it creaked. Midway up, Jake leapt over the next hard metal fence that was blocking the other end of the alley, landing heavily on the other side while Talltail landed softly beside him. They headed back down into a different, much more quiet alleyway, and Jake disappeared through a small opening into what smelled like an abandoned dusty twoleg den. At last they stopped.

“Alright, I think we lost them,” Jake panted. “I never smell any cats in this building, I don’t think they’ve found the opening.”

“I guess you really do know your way around here,” Talltail replied, giving his sore shoulders a brisk lick,  “I never would have found it either. Are you ok?”

“Are you?” Jake fretted padding around him, sniffing his scratches. “That was incredible how you took on two at once! I didn’t get any claws in me, luckily Roach is such a slow slug.” Jake hung his head, looking guilty. “I’m sorry, those guys are usually all bluff and no teeth. I didn’t think they’d react so badly! They normally don’t really like fighting at all unless they have to, it's why they always stay together and act all tough to scare cats away instead. But they've never actually attacked me before. I’m so sorry I put us in danger...” 

“I’ve had way worse,” Talltail assured him, and began licking the scratches. They weren’t bleeding much anymore, and stung less than his old wounds. “Those rogues weren’t right...They weren’t just territorial, they chased us so far and were going for our throats! Are all town cats so aggressive?”

Jake curled his tail around himself. “Maybe some cats, but not all of them. I don’t know... Something seems to have riled them up. They have even more battle scars than I remember.” To Talltail's surprise, he sounded sympathetic. “It’s hard for them where they live, even the housefolk tend to treat them poorly. I think they’re always scared they can’t trust anyone.”

“Or maybe they just really really don’t like clan cats.” Talltail flicked his tail. “That has me worried… I haven’t heard of clan cats coming up here. I have no idea why they would. We’re not supposed to mess with outsiders at all. And what's more, they know where the loners I'm looking for are. And...apparently want to protect them from clan cats?” That is going to be very inconvenient, Talltail thought, though he tried to keep his irritation subtle.

“Would other cats from your clan have a reason to search for them like you do?” Jake asked. 

Talltail shook his head. “I would have noticed if someone else left, and no other clans even knew about the visitors. Except ShadowClan I suppose but...I don’t know why they would feel the need to come after them once they had left. What would be the point?”

“I suppose we’ll figure it out when we find them!” Jake shrugged. “It’s a mystery. I’m a little intrigued now. It’s still a serious matter of course,” he added quickly. “But talking to Bel’s friends wasn’t a total waste. Those cats are apparently staying at the duck pond...I know that’s somewhere in or around the park, so we at least have a specific place to aim for. It might be harder to get in if they are being protected though. Hopefully Roach was just exaggerating.”

“We’ll have to cross that log when we come to it.” Talltail said.

“Thank you though,” Jake mewed sheepishly, “For trying to protect me with those guys. If they were really that mad, they probably would have attacked sooner no matter what I said if you weren’t there making them nervous.”

 “Well yeah, it’s--” part of him said protecting others is what the warrior code teaches us, but he trailed off. “It was the only natural thing to do. By the way...What was it you were threatening to say to them, about...what was it, knowing other cats in town? You were really bold considering how outnumbered we were.”

Jake chuckled. “Oh all that? I have no idea, I was bluffing!”

Talltail stared. “You looked so convincing, even I believed you! You were bluffing?”

“Completely, I was scared out of my mind. I have no idea what I was saying. I don’t know any cats on the other side of town, I just assumed they must have rivals based on how they act, and I know they don’t want to get into any big group fights. So...I just tried making up something that sounded threatening. I think it’s more about the confidence than how plausible the story is. I mean really, can you imagine me joining a rival alley gang?” He was purring in amusement, and a little bit in pride.

“Well.” Talltail found himself purring too. “Good improvising on your part, I suppose. You certainly caught them off guard.”

They settled down in the old building, and Jake passively groomed the cuts on Talltail’s back.

“You know,” Talltail said “I should really apologize to you.” “What for?” Jake stopped mid lick.

“I keep assuming you’re going to be...I don’t know, helpless or something because you're a kittypet. My clan says so many things about you, but you aren’t really like that. You’re capable, and so much more...I don’t know, just more.”

“Well, I have been told before that I can be ‘a lot.’ But I was barely more than a flea-brained kitten when you knew me before, getting stuck in bushes and whatnot. I don’t blame you for worrying about me. But...still, that means a lot coming from you. I don’t know if anyone’s ever thought of me as capable. More as a nuisance that gets into trouble.”

“You might get yourself into trouble, but you have always apparently gotten yourself out of it. That’s something.” Talltail pointed out.

 Jake seemed very pleased with himself and Talltail felt his chest rumble in a faint purr. He was surprised that crouching here in this dusty dark twoleg den, he felt more at ease then he had in awhile. 

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The ease lasted until it started to get dark, which didn’t take long, and Talltail became more aware of unfamiliar sounds. Whenever he dared let his eyes droop, he kept hearing scratches and creaks and wondered if they were enemy cats, or worse. Who knows what creatures lurked in the strange towering noisy labyrinth of twoleg territory?

“I think it should be safe to go out now. They’ve surely given up,” Jake said. 

Talltail looked at him with a start. “Go out?”

“Well yeah,” Jake blinked at him. “You’re in a hurry right? It might be better to travel the town at night, there'll be less housefolk to run into at least, since I know how much you don’t like them.”

Talltail didn’t like the idea of going back out, but was he seriously about to let cowardice stop him now? Jake wasn’t scared at all!

 “R-right. No, you're right. Let’s go.” he stood up too quickly and Jake looked up at him curiously.

“You alright?”

“Yep! Why wouldn’t I be? Let's go wander about the town and find a...what did you call it?”

“Duck pond.”

“Duck pond. Yes.”

 Did Talltail know what a duck was? It’s...a bird? RiverClan has them. But I don’t think I've seen one in WindClan territory. I’m going to look so stupid if I don’t know what a duck is, i’m supposed to be a wild expert and--StarClan, I don’t want to go back out there! But I can’t just sit here forever and let him know what a coward I am either!

“Talltail?” Jake’s voice came from the small hole entrance they’d ducked through. “You coming?’

“Ok, yes. I’m coming. We are...going out now. Off we go.” Talltail walked stiffly over, shoved himself through the hole, and promptly jumped half a tail length in the air at the screech of a distant monster, its roar echoing off the cold stone walls closing in on him. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong?” Jake nudged him

“I really don’t want to bother you, Jake,” Talltail muttered, forcing his fur flat.

Jake chuckled. “But I want you to bother me! I get told at least once a day that I bother someone, so if anything, I deserve to be bothered right now. And you seem different.”

“What do you mean I seem different?”

“Well...I am used to you looking a bit anxious, especially when you talked about stuff troubling you in your clan, or about your dad. But you seem...I don’t know, more tense now. More serious. It feels odd for you. I know we’ve both changed, so it’s to be expected I don’t know you perfectly or anything but...I don’t know, I just want you to know you can talk to me! I may not be able to help with your whole quest or even understand what it is, but what's the harm in letting it out? I’ve got no cat to tell, and you’ll be rid of me again soon anyway, if you want to be,” he said quickly. 

Talltail gazed at him and found a small purr hung in his throat for a minute. Jake really was always watching him closer than he knew. He almost reminds me of Briarpaw with that...I bet they would get along. He pushed the thought down before homesickness could grip him again.

Talltail sighed. “I’m just tense because, well….it just feels so closed in here, it’s near impossible to run from anything without tripping over rubbish. I feel trapped, I can’t see far into the distance for everything blocking my way, and I don’t recognize a single scent! I suppose I'm not good with adjusting.” He hung his head. “All my training couldn’t have prepared me for this place. I feel like a stupid kit.”

Jake headbutted him gently. “You’re not a stupid kit, you’re just in a new place! I know how that feels, and that’s why I'm here. Just follow me, I’ve got an idea of where to go.”

Talltail was reminded of why he had visited the former barn cat so often in his youth. There was an ease he felt with Jake that he didn’t often get elsewhere. They walked down the passageway, and Jake seemed confident enough to put some of Talltail’s anxieties at ease. At dusk there were less twolegs around for them to dodge, but Talltail still flinched when monsters roared past on the nearby Thunderpath. Their terrible eyes were all the more blinding in the dim light.

“Since you’ve told me that much,” Jake began, “maybe you could tell me what exactly your mission is? I still don’t know why you left your clan. I know you're looking for those ‘visitors’ or whatever they called themselves but, for what exactly?”

Talltail still wasn’t sure he wanted to go into it, but Jake was doing so much for him. Surely he owed some explanation. “Things were hard at home. My um…” he took a breath “My father died almost the same time you left.”

Jake gasped. “Oh no! I’m so sorry! What a rotten time for me to leave, that’s awful... What happened?”

“Don’t feel bad, you didn’t even choose to leave. It was...a tunnel collapse.”

“But I thought he was a tunnel expert?”

“He is,” Talltail said quickly. “Or he was. It wasn’t his fault.” He felt a growl rising in his chest. “It was one of those rogues. He was snooping in the tunnels doing something he wasn’t supposed to, I know he was, but I still don’t know what. My father went in after him, and Sparrow came out, but my father didn’t.”

“That sounds...suspicious?” Jake guessed.

“Yes! Yes it does!” Talltail cried. “But they all insisted it was an accident, and my clan just let them go right after!”

“So it’s Sparrow you want to find, then.” 

“Yes, I need to…” Talltail growled in frustration. “I can’t stand that he just walked away without even admitting it. I want to know why it happened, someone needs to make him pay for it.”

Jake was eyeing him as they walked. “Are you going to hurt him?”

“I...don’t know,” Talltail said curtly. “But you’ll have gone home before that anyway.”

“Right…” Jake trailed off. 

Talltail felt himself bristling defensively, “You don’t know what it’s like to lose someone that meant so much to you. My father always told me to take action when things went wrong, and I can’t let him down again. At home...at home I wasn’t doing it. I just couldn’t be the warrior my clan deserved. So I left, and I have to do this now.”

“What do you mean you let your father down?”

“My...relationship with my father was complicated.”

“Did he want you to leave?” 

“I don’t know. Maybe. It’s impossible to know, that’s just the problem.” Talltail felt antsy frustration itching at his paws. “He wasn’t always a great cat, and he was hard to get along with. But he…cared. He was good at heart, if not on the outside. One of the best warriors in the clan. I know it’s difficult to understand--” he was cut off as a particularly loud and massive monster roared past, kicking up filthy water that splashed on his whiskers. Although they were several fox-lengths away on the hard side path, Talltail jumped, and immediately got even angrier that he had been so easily startled at all.

“These stupid StarClan forsaken monsters!” he yowled.

“Hey, Tall?” Jake pressed his nose briefly to Talltail’s shoulder “I have another idea, a path away from the sidewalk. Come on.” 

Talltail followed Jake with his head down, trying to calm his emotions. Why did he feel so angry and guilty trying to explain his mission to Jake? I shouldn’t feel guilty about this. Sparrow deserves to be punished. Jake wouldn’t understand that, and I don’t expect him to.

Talltail kept the fluffy ginger tail in sight while he was led up another broken metal tube that went up much higher than the last one they’d climbed to get over the fence, scaling up the side of the building.

“This is a bit tricky, just don’t look down,” Jake said. Talltail was content to oblige as he was already terribly worried the creaking pipe wouldn’t hold his weight. Luckily it did, and after carefully heaving himself over the ledge, he found himself on the top of the building. The noise of the town seemed much farther away out here. He felt a fresh breeze for the first time in what felt like ages.

“It’s so much more quiet up here,” Jake said, and looked sheepishly at Talltail. “To tell you the truth, I think I strained my paw while we were running earlier. It might be best to rest for a while, if that’s ok with you.”

“Yeah,” Talltail breathed, letting his fur lie flat now that they were out in more open air. “I suppose that will be alright.”

Jake padded to the top of the slanted roof and curled up beside a stone structure sticking out of the top. Talltail settled beside him. He eyed the kittypet, with his bright orange fur turned a cool reddish tint in the fading light. Jake hadn’t been limping before, so far as he could tell.

“You don’t have to lie to protect my feelings,” Talltail sighed. “I’m sorry I got so worked up. It’s just...everything is so overwhelming here. It’s so loud and my nose and throat feel clogged.” He looked down miserably. “I’m used to knowing every paw-step I walk like it’s a part of my own body. Now I don’t even know what’s around the next corner.”

“A cat can get used to anything, and I'm sure that’s true for you too.” Jake said. “I figured you would like it up here. It’s not the tallest house, but you can see so much more of the town.”

It was true, the town was lit up with balls of pale gold light down every road and inside windows as well. 

“It’s so pretty at night,” Jake breathed. “Like stars on the ground. It’s one of the things I like about housefolk. Their lights make everything feel warmer to me.”

The lights went on a long way, and further still until they faded and Talltail could see the calm dark silhouettes of the forest he left behind. Just a little behind the trees would be the moor too, he was sure of it. Everyone he knew was beyond that treeline, too far away to see him. A pang of sadness struck him then. 

“Are you thinking of home?” Jake asked

“Are you inside my head?” Talltail asked with an amused twitch of his whiskers.

“No, but I know homesick when I see it. It sounds like you miss it.”

“There’s no need for me to be homesick. It’s not my home anymore.”

Jake hummed in thought as he looked up, and Talltail followed his gaze. ”So… Not that I want to push if you don’t want to talk about it, I mean, you can push me off the roof if I end up sticking my paw in my mouth…”

“I’m not upset at you. It’s just...been a lot.” Talltail sighed.

“Well, you must have loved your dad a lot to go through all of this for him.”

“Not as much as I should have.” Talltail wound his tail around his legs and stared at his paws. “It’s part of why I have to do this now. If I had a chance to do what he wanted back then, I’d do it. No matter what. Maybe I wouldn’t be such a mess now if I had.”

Jake rested his chin across Talltail’s back. His tail shifted restlessly as if he couldn’t quite figure out what to say to that. “Well...I never met him, but I’m sure he’d be proud of you just for caring so much. It takes a lot of courage to travel so far alone.”

Talltail almost laughed at that.

“What’s funny?” Jake asked.

“I wouldn’t call myself courageous. I never told anyone this...I was too ashamed. But I’m sure my father died hating me.”

Jake lifted his head up. “Why would he hate you? Why would any cat hate you?”

“Because I failed him. I was always…” Talltail shook his head. The words were caught in his throat the more he tried to remember. “I just wasn’t what I should have been. Maybe I could have tried to fix it if it weren’t for Sparrow. But now there’s no way I can. That’s why I had to leave and focus on this instead. It’s not much but it’s...something.”

“Well...maybe you can go back afterwards? I mean, what else would you do when your mission is done?”

Talltail didn’t reply for a long time. “I don’t know,” he murmured. “But whatever it is, it’s not going back to the moor. I made my choices.”

 It was hard to envision anything after. It was too hard to think of. He had only one goal ahead, and it demanded all his attention. Jake eventually accepted that he was not likely to get more about this out of Talltail tonight. 

“Don’t you believe that there are cats in the sky?” Jake asked instead, after another moment of silence.

“Not exactly. Just their spirits. It’s what happens when you die, or when clan cats die at least. The clans all share the stars, and up there every clan cat looks the same. All warriors who served their clan and earned a place in peace watching over their old home. It’s kind of nice how...the stars look the same here. Even though everything else is different.”

I don’t know if StarClan watches me here...but I'm glad they’re still there in some way.

“I think of that every time I look at them ever since you first told me about it,” Jake mused. “The idea that there’s another world up there, looking down while you look up.” 

“They’ve been there forever, never changing, and they’ll be there countless moons from now.” Talltail said quietly.

“Well whatever they are, they sure are pretty.”

With a big yawn, Jake lay his head down and Talltail lay his down beside him, quickly finding himself matching Jake’s quiet purr. He was more grateful than ever to have some cat beside him again, while the cold chilled his fur and his warm nest on the moor was so far away. But Jake was here and, apparently, happy to be bothered by him.

But I can’t stay with Jake, came a voice in the back of Talltail’s head. His purr petered out. That’s not why I’m here. This can only last so long.

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#canon typical violence #FRU35 #chapter 35

[hanniiesuckle17]

Summer Crushes

A/n: so.....this gif screams camp counselor so I had too. It aint gonna be long but I had to do it (not thoroughly edited sryyyy) (should I start a general tag list? for like all my posts?)

Tagging: @hyunsunq​ @blueismacolour

Warnings: FREAKING FLUFFLY JISUNg with kids, like one or two curse words

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Y/n and Jisung are stuck in the middle of a problem, as well as about twenty rambunctious children. They both like each other but are kept apart by the strict rules of their summer jobs as camp counselors. How do they go about making sure their feelings are not overlooked?

Genre: non-idol au, romance, pure fluff, camp!au, camp counselor!au, college!au

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Summer. Arguably the best season. The sun beat down on my shoulders as I ushered my little girls from the mess hall. This was the third summer I had worked as a camp counselor. It was a great way for me to earn money while my classes were out for the summer. 

“Ara, Hyejin, get  your backpacks girls!” I said corralling the two eight year olds back into the group. My walkie talkie went off notifying me the bus was pulling into the front of the campgrounds. 

“Hey! Y/n!” A voice called out to me from across the clearing. 

I turned with a smile, immediately recognizing the deep, smooth sound. “Jisung!” He smiled and jogged over to me, leaving his campers with our friend Chan. My heart skipped a beat seeing his bright smile and messy dusty blonde hair bouncing towards me. “Hi,” 

He looked me up and down before giving a quick wave to my campers. “Are you excited about the trip today?” He stood a step below me, his hands on his hips. We were taking the campers to an amusement part and then staying the night up in the mountains. 

“Yeah, I am!” 

Jisung smiled as a little girl pulled on my sleeve. He watched with happy eyes as I helped her tighten the straps of her backpack. “Did you get the seating chart for the bus?” He nodded and pulled a sheet out of his jeans pocket. 

His fingers brushed against mine as the paper traded hands. Jisung smirked seeing the blush on my cheeks when I quickly pulled away. It was no secret that we both liked each other. Jisung was a great guy. He was intelligent (most of the time), funny, and the best with kids. Jisung and I even attended the same college, we had discovered. 

The problem was, there was a strict rule against counselor fraternization. The camp was very serious about relationships between counselors. Jisung didn’t exactly make this the easiest rule to follow.

My eyes scanned over the chart and I felt Jisung’s stare on me, making my little girls whisper and giggle. “Why is my name scratched out in the front of the bus?” I asked. Did the office kick me off the trip? Jisung came up onto my step, leaning over my shoulder to read the paper. I tried to still my beating heart. 

“Oh- I think you were just moved. I’ll ask, Mr. Park.” He said in a happy voice, taking the roster back. “Buses are loading in twenty minutes!” He called over his shoulder. I watched Jisung’s form jog over to the front office. 

“Y/n, do you have a crush on Jisung?” One of the little girls asked, crossing her arms very sassily. I turned to find a militia of about nine eight year olds behind her. All of them waiting to hear a story about Jisung sweeping me off my feet, like a prince wielding a marshmallow stick sword. “One of the boys told me that Jisung likes you.” The girl said cocking her hip out.

Doing my best to stifle a laugh I crouched down to their level. In interest, they all leaned as if drawn to a magnet. “Promise not to tell anyone?” They all nodded, resembling little bobble-head toys. I nodded my head ‘yes’ and gave them a wink. The little girls squealed and cheered.

“Come on, girls. Let’s head to the bus.”

My feet pounded against the rocky uneven pavement as I did my best to keep up with the girls. When we finally reached the other end of camp we found some of the boys helping Chan load up the bus. 

“Hey, girls! Why don’t you give us your bags and get on the bus?” They squealed and handed off their things. Chan smiled at me and held his hand up for a high five. “Lia is already on the bus. Apparently, she’s taking the front station.” He said as my hand clapped against his. 

“Thanks, Chris!” With a smile, I managed to get the girls onto the bus with no bickering about seats. “Remember girls in the front and boys will be in the back!” I called. Lia reached up for a high five as I passed her seat behind the driver. 

“I’ll take attendance when the boys get on.” She said, setting up her pillow against the window.

After thanking her I shuffled through the tiny aisle to the middle of the bus. My hips bumping up against the sides of the seat, my body becoming a pinball. When I got to the middle of the bus I threw my bag and pillow into the two seats and looked across the row. A black bag and pillow with Doraemon on it lay in the window seat. A guitar case was tucked under the cushions of the bus seat as well. 

“So that’s why my name was crossed out from the front,” I whispered to myself. 

After a few minutes, a loud clunk shook the bus and little boys started stampeding past me. “Hey! Don’t run! I swear to god, Dongmin, if I have to put another freaking bandaid on you, there are gonna be no snack privileges for the rest of the day!” A familiar voice called out into the long vehicle. 

His familiar long fingers found a place on the seat in front in front of me. “Hey, cutie,” Jisung whistled down to me with a wink. He swung himself into the seat across from me. His legs being too long for the seat propped themselves onto mine across the aisle.

“You sneaky bastard.”

“Y//n there are children present,” Jisung said with a cheeky smile. We both ignored the sound of Lia calling roll as we stared at each other across the row. I brought my legs up onto the seat to sit cross legged, flinching as my bare leg brushed against the metal buckle of the seat. Smirking, my hands reached for his shoes and started untying his laces. “Yah- hey! Stop!” He said with a laugh trying to pull away.

When he finally managed to pull his feet back over, he sighed knowing he would have to untie a very difficult knot that joined his shoes together. I almost died laughing when the bus started moving and his head banged against the seat in front of him.

“Jisung, how long is the ride going to be?” A little boy asked peeking over my seat.

“About two hours,” I said, Jisung shooting me a playful glare. The little boy thanked me and I watched Jisung sit back up in his seat, putting his backpack between his legs. His hand placed itself on the empty seat beside him and his fingers drummed against the cushion. I laughed turning to the scenery flying past us. “Is that a hint or something?” 

“Just come sit with me already.” He whined. 

Jisung’s frown was replaced with a grin as I stood up, grabbing my pillow and started moving towards the aisle. Chan shot me a look from the back of the bus and then rolled his eyes with a smile. He couldn’t say anything without being a hypocrite. He was totally sneaking out after hours to see the cute girl who worked in Arts and Crafts.

The second my butt touched the seat Jisung’s arm wrapped around me pulling me into his side. “Could you be more obvious?” I asked quietly, looking up at him and hugging my pillow. An impish smile crept onto his lips and he shrugged before taking my hand and lacing his fingers with mine. In a feeble attempt to hide it, he just tucked them under my pillow and pulled my legs over onto his lap. “Jisung this doesn’t help at all.”

“It helps me.” He whispered in my ear, goosebumps crawling up my arms and legs. His thumb brushed over my knuckle sending a smile onto my face. The bus eventually quieted down. Nothing like a long drive that could knock out a few kids for an hour or two. “Did you sign up for classes yet?” Jisung asked, adjusting so his head rested against the window and I was leaning almost on his chest. 

I nodded, enjoying the way it felt to be with him. “I’m going to be doing full time next semester. Did you get the schedule you wanted?” He nodded and I could feel the rumble of a laugh in his chest. We kept our voices low so as not to wake the sleeping kids around us.

“I finally got all my core done last year so I can focus on stuff for my major and I have more time set aside for the studio.” 

It felt so easy to talk to Jisung. Like I had known him for years and not just a month or two. We talked about anything and everything. From our lives outside of the camp to the worst pizza place we had ever been too. Eventually, Jisung’s radiating warmth and his soft voice lulled me to sleep. He didn’t complain when I snuggled further into his chest. Soon, he followed me and rested his head against the window arm still around me and hand still tangled with my fingers.

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Laughter filled the air as our group of twenty kids burst through the gates of an amusement park like cattle on a stampede. Chan raced to a bench the kids surrounding him. “Okay! We are going to split up into two groups! Lia and I will take half of you and Y/n and Jisung will take the other! Have fun guys and stay with your counselors!” Chan shouted through a microphone.

Jisung smiled at me from across the sea of eight year olds before making his way over. Our group of ten kids (five girls and five boys) surrounded us waiting for instructions. 

“Okay, everybody! Who’s ready to have fun?” Jisung cheered his eyes sparkling. A loud cheer erupted from our group and we headed off into the park. A little boy, whose name was Jihyun I believe, held onto my hand as we walked through the park. “Y/n,” Jisung called out. My heart skipped a beat at the sight in front of me.

One of the little girls from my group, Ara, clung to Jisung’s back, her arms around his neck. His hands securely held onto her legs as he carried her a bright smile on his face. “Y/n, should we go do games first or rides?” Stilling my heart, I pulled out the map I had gotten near the front.

“Let’s do games and then we can eat lunch.” He nodded before gleefully running with the kids towards the games. Jihyun and I ran to catch up. For the next hour, we watched the kids play all the carnival games and helped if we were needed.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Wanna play a game with me?” Jisung asked holding out his hand. His eyes lit up when I took it. “Come on,” The boy said, blonde hair bouncing as he tugged me across the walkway to a game booth.

“How many?” The attendant asked. Jisung pulled out his wallet and handed the man enough for six throws.

His hand brushed mine, intentionally of course, when he handed me the balls. I could see it in his eyes when our fingers touched. He motioned for me to go first. My first throw at the five stacked bottles was terrible. Jisung did his best not to laugh when I almost hit the attendant. The second throw knocked away two bottles.

I huffed in frustration. “You want help?” Jisung asked, already coming over behind me. His hand came over mine, the other on my waist. I turned my head, leaving only a few inches between his face and mine. “Y/n, I know I’m very attractive but you have to look at the bottles.” He teases. I was very tempted to elbow him in the stomach, but I like the feeling of Jisung holding onto me.

Jisung whispered in my ear how to best aim for my last shot. The ball left my hand and hit the center of the stack sending another two bottles flying. However, there was still one left standing. “Oh well,” I said with a shrug. Jisung’s hands slid away from my waist.

“Don’t worry, babe,” Jisung said sending a wink my way. He took three of the balls from the attendant and waited for him to reset the bottles. Jihyun ran over and held onto the back of my shirt. I smiled and patted his head before turning back to Jisung. He made a big show of rolling up his sleeves and blowing a kiss to me. His first shot powerfully flew through the center of the stack sending all but two bottles onto the floor. 

Jihyun and I cheered as Jisung readied his second throw. The muscles in his arm flexed as his hand let loose the ball. The bottles were sent crashing to the floor. Jisung did a little happy dance before he looked at the prizes. “Uhh...Give me that one up there, please.” He asked politely. 

The man got down the toy and Jisung turned to me with a cheeky smile. A blush spread across my cheeks when he handed me the teddy bear with a red bow tie. “For me?” I asked. He nodded his ears turning a little red when I took the prize with a happy smile.

“Can I get a little kiss in return?” He asked puckering his lips and closing his eyes. Jihyun laughed and covered his eyes. I turned around to see Ara and her friend giggling at the scene. 

“Sure.”

His eyes shot open when I said ‘yes’. “Wait- what?” He stuttered, watching me step forward and place a kiss on his cheek. 

“Hey, kids! It’s time for lunch!” I called leaving Jisung standing by himself a blushing mess. 

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The rest of the day was spent taking the kids on rides. Much to Jisung’s displeasure. I had no idea how afraid of rollercoasters he was until he clung onto me screaming for his life on the first ride. It was the swinging boat. I found it very cute though. 

With exhausted kids, we all boarded back on the bus to drive up into the mountains. Thankfully, it wasn’t a long trip. Jisung and Chan stayed behind to set up camp while Lia and I took the kids to watch the sunset. 

When we returned the boys had fully set up not only the kids and counselor tents but they had gotten a fire started as well. After a quick dinner, the kids sat around the fire while Jisung played his guitar. 

Our voices lifted up into the sky mingling with the stars as we sang along. Jisung looked over to me, sitting against a log with a sleepy Jihyun leaning on my shoulder. He smiled and continued to play more songs for the kids. 

Before it got too late and the bugs came out, Lia and I put all the kids in the tents and to sleep. Lia stayed with the kids, her eyes starting to close as she read them a story. Instead of remaining in the tent, I chose to go outside and clean up the campsite. 

My ears picked up on laughter coming from the boys' tent. I turned to see shadows dancing against the canvas and Jisung’s unmistakable voice floating into the mountain air. He was telling some dramatic story about a super kangaroo and a heroic squirrel saving the world from giant man-eating squid.

When the lights in both tents had been turned out I started to extinguish the campfire. The sound of a tent unzipping joined the symphony of crickets and wind. 

“Hey, don’t put it out just yet.” 

Jisung stepped out of the tent, almost tripping with his foot caught on the fabric. “Be careful,” I said between laughs. He carefully closed the tent and shuffled over to the campfire. He lowered himself onto the ground, resting his back against a log. “That was a cute story,” I said packing up some of the dinner supplies. 

“What story?” He asked, looking up at me with cute eyes.

“The one you just told the boys.” 

Jisung blushed, and lowered his head, his arms draping over his knees. “You heard that?” With a nod and a laugh, I sat next to him, our shoulders touching. After a moment Jisung pushed the heat away from his full cheeks. It took all my will power not to roll my eyes when he yawned and draped an arm over the back of the log, his hand brushing the other side of my shoulder.

“Oh...very smooth, Han.” 

“Can't go wrong with a classic.” He joked, stretching out one of his legs. 

I turned to find him already looking at me, the fire dancing in his eyes creating a new kind of glow. “You’re really good at playing the guitar,” I whispered, looking into his eyes.

“You have really beautiful eyes.” He said tilting his head, blonde hair falling in front of his dark brown stare. Goosebumps were crawling up my arms.

“You are really good with kids...” My voice trailed off at the end. I was unable to keep my gaze from drifting to Jisung’s plump lips, which were just barely lifted up into a smile.

“Your smile drives me crazy,” Jisung whispered, leaning closer to me. 

My teeth dragged over my lip, bringing his focus fully down to my mouth. “Jisung there is a rule about counselors dating.” He smiled knowing I was more trying to convince myself than him.

“Who said anything about dating right now? I was just going to kiss you.” 

My heart hammered against my chest. “You are such an idiot,” I said keeping our little staring game going. Jisung let out a breathy laugh leaning even closer.

“After camp ends can I be your idiot?”

“Can you possibly keep your hands to yourself for that long?”

He looked up at the sky, pretending to think. “You know what...I don’t actually know.” I laughed and tried to ignore the feeling of my heart jumping when his hand brushed over my shoulder. “Even if I couldn’t, I don’t think it would change your answer.” An impish smirk slid onto his lips. 

The same smirk from when we met at the beginning of the summer after he dumped an entire bucket of water balloons on me. The little mischievous smile sent butterflies flying in crazy patterns in my stomach. 

“Fuck it. Just kiss me already.” 

Impatiently I took his face in my hands and slammed my lips against his. The skin on his cheeks was soft, and I could feel the sharp line of his jaw under my hand as his lips danced over mine. Though I had made the first move, Jisung quickly took the lead.

My fingers played with the ends of his blonde hair when leaned and deepened the kiss. His lips dragged over mine at a painstakingly slow pace, sending my senses into overdrive. 

Jisung pulled away, his eyes fluttering open along with mine. He grinned keeping himself as close to me as possible. My hands slid back down to rest on his jaw.

“Yeah...I don’t think I can go all summer without that again.” Jisung leaned back in smiling against my lips through the kiss.

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