#remember to leave a puzzle out for your friends before inviting them over

[oddballwriter]

Moon boys who have a raging crush on a chubby fam reader and they go out with her friends and turns out shes like really good at roller skating and can go backwards and dance to the music? steven would probably have a heart attack 😭

Two Left Skates

Summary: Steven gets invited over to a roller rink by his crush, and neighbor, and he needs to focus on not making a fool of himself, and also focusing on skating rather than on her

Warnings: Fem reader with she/her pronouns. Nothing else honestly. 

Notes: This is just Steven. There is no reference to the rest of the system. 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 948

The invite was last minute. Super last minute. Same day last minute. But Steven wasn't complaining, after all, in his mind you were the cute girl down that hall that Steven saw every once in a while and at the laundry mat across the street.

So when you both were there doing your laundry and making conversation, you mentioned the fact that you and your friends were planning on going to a bar but one called out last minute. You said that it was a huge bummer because you needed to have a full party, for some reason, Steven wasn't really listening because he was caught up on you just talking to him in general, he said that he felt sorry for you and your friends.

"Do you maybe want to come?" you asked, sending Steven into a bit of a stammer. You want him to come with you and your friends to a bar? You want to go to a bar with him? His crush wants him to go to a bar with her and her friends. That's so out of Steven's element, on so many levels. He's never been invited to anything, gone out drinking, or had anything more than a glass of wine when he's feeling fancy.

"Um, bars aren't really my scene," Steven explains before you interject with "Oh, it's not a bar bar. It's a rollerskating bar.". Steven looks at you, a bit puzzled, "Really?" he asks. "Really." you echo, "Unless you don't know how to roller skate." you reply. "No, I do." Steven confirms, "I haven't done it in a long time but I can do it." he clarifies.

You nod. "So, are you free tonight to go or not?" you ask, wanting to confirm if he's willing to take your offer. Steven nods, maybe a bit too fast, "Yeah sure. I'm free tonight." he says. He wants to slack himself for accepting going out with you and your friends, who he does not know, immediately after saying the words but the smile that goes across your face makes it worth it. "I'll come get you at 8, then." you say as you grab your clean laundry basket and walk away.

Well, now he has to remember how to roller skate before he makes a fool of himself in front of you and your friend group.

After a deep look in his memory and a few videos for recap and filling in the gaps, 8pm rolls around and he opens his door to you standing there and heading off the meet-up with your friends.

Your friends were nice, he met all of them and they seemed happy to meet him. "We've heard quite a bit about you." one of them says. The bar was dim so that the neon lights that accented the building were vibrant but Steven knew he was blushing at the idea of you talking about him to your friends.

The first half of the night was of you all renting skates and doing a few casual laps around the rink, all talking to each other. But soon, Steven found that your friends either started falling behind or going a bit ahead, leaving just the two of you to talk.

"So you skate regularly, huh?" Steven asks you as you two glide along while classic 70s to 80s music plays loudly in the room. "Yeah. I learned a few years ago." you answer, "It's a fun way to get around and be active." you claim. Steven nods, "I haven't done this in years. I learned when I was a kid and then never wore a pair of skates since." he laughs. "You're doing pretty good for not having done it in so long." you smile.

Steven smiles back and tries to say something when something else catches your attention. It's the beginning percussion of Copacabana by Barry Manilow. Your face lights up immediately and you ask a question that Steven wasn't ready for, "Do you know how to dance?". Steven tries to keep his smile, but his nerves are firing off, "In skates?" he asks like there is another option. You nod and he says no. But when you asked if he wanted to try, he didn't say no, at least not quick enough before you decided that for him.

It was fun. A bit slippery on Steven's end but still fun. He followed your lead as you joined the group of dancing skaters in the middle of the rink. Was it a bit ironic to be dancing to a song about a dancer girl who lost her lover in a bar fight and spent thirty years in a mental spiral? Yeah. But you sure danced like it wasn't. You danced really well actually. It was clear that you were no stranger to dancing in skates or in general.

Steven tried his best to focus on dancing himself rather than watching your body dance around. But you sure knew that your plump curves and body shape had something to it. He actually found that he had to focus on the song that was now playing because twice now he's had what he thinks is Love Shack by the B 52's and Voulez-Vous by ABBA play past him.

After who knows how long in the dance circle you and Steven are winded and take a sit-down break at one of the nearby tables outside the rink. "That was fun." Steven comments, "I know, right." you reply with a smile. "I'm surprised I didn't fall flat on my face. That wasn't too bad, right?" Steven asks.

"You'll get better when you do it more." you say with a more teasing smile.

#moonknight #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant

[icarustypicalfall]

rear view

rudy parra x reader

prompt by the beautiful @glitterypirateduck from her head canons right here <3

summary: your husband takes it on his behalf to fix your car, and mayne teach you a thing or two.

warnings: none, sfw, pure fluff, writer knows nothing about cars and used a YouTube video for names cuz i forget them a lot 💀

note: I couldn't spare time to write the other second parts to my other fics because much stuff is on mind (i blame courses but you didn't hear it from me) bare w me pook :0

"give me some morphine"

Summer felt ethereal, with cool nights spent in the warm embrace of your husband's hometown, reveling in each other's presence.

The majority of your time was devoted to hosting delightful gatherings, inviting friends over for barbecues. Among these occasions, you had the pleasure of encountering Rudy's colleagues, his brothers who held his utmost trust. You did enjoy these moments, but being alone with Rudy was an entirely different euphoria. He possessed a tender nature, a resolute man who wore his heart on his sleeve. This charismatic gentleman enchanted you effortlessly.

"mi cielo.. I have never witnessed a beauty like you before.. If heaven is real, your eyes are the windows"

Rudy was an enigma, a puzzle whose depths you could only admire, never fully decipher. How could the stoic sergeant, known for barking commands and battling cartels, be utterly captivated by you? He yearned for your attention, effortlessly remembering every tiny detail about you. Nevertheless, you had no complaints; he was a gift, a gracious blessing from Mother Nature to those less fortunate.

"Amor, it's burning out here. Please, avoid the sun," Rudy exclaimed, raising his gaze from the car hood, his brows furrowed in concern. Undeniably, it was a sweltering evening, a usual summer day in Las Almas.

You gracefully retreated, opting to perch on the doorstep, observing your husband as he toiled on your car.

Earlier, you had complained about the vehicle's malfunction, making Rudy take it upon himself to adress the issue.

He toiled shirtless, leaning against the imposing car. His bare back flexed with each forward motion, droplets of sweat adorning his scarred skin imparting an alluring radiance beneath the scorching Mexican sun. With a sigh, Rudy set aside the wrench and rested his hand upon the car's hood. He leaned slightly against the grille, inspecting something intently.

You smiled, sighing contentedly as you drew your knees closer to your chest, tenderly caressing your leg while tilting your head to the side. Observing your husband as he worked was your favorite activity, his focused traits and calm demeanor made you chuckle slightly. He was your beloved man.

Rudy glanced up, chuckling warmly as he motioned for you to approach. Curiosity piqued, you peeked beneath the hood, raising an eyebrow. Although you possessed some knowledge about cars (less than minimum, you have no clue how you got a driver license), you preferred leaving repairs to professionals.

Rudy gently clasped your hand, his calloused and now soiled palm enveloping yours as he whispered in your ear, "Well, amor, I believe I found the problem."

Guiding your hand, his fingers led yours to rest upon a yellowish handle. "Give it a pull," he instructed.

Confusion clouded your mind as you obediently complied. The handle swiftly detached, revealing a metallic rod coated with a residue akin to the oil that stained Rudy's hands. He held the object delicately, presenting it to you with a tender smile.

"This, amor, is a dipstick. We use it to monitor the oil level in the engine," Rudy explained, his dark eyes penetrating yours. Gripping the end of the dipstick, he pointed out the small perforations and minuscule markings.

"It is prefered to regularly check the fluids in the engine, imbalance, whether too little or too much oil, can lead to problems.

In your case, it seems there was insufficient oil. Do you see these maximum and minimum marks? They indicate the acceptable oil level."

His tone exuded confidence and playfulness as he explained. Rudy was surely quite advanced and had more knowledge than you did. He smiled, wipping the stick with a small cloth.

A faint blush tinted your cheeks as you nodded, acknowledging your negligence. Rudy erupted in laughter, his bright personality and humor filling the air. He returned the dipstick to its rightful place before turning his attention back to you.

"Well, amor, no need to panick. Now you know what to inspect before assuming the worst. Sì?"

Once again, you nodded, this time intertwining your fingers with his warm hand and tenderly caressing his cheek.

"Thank you Ru'... You waited so long to show off these skills, didn't you?"

"What skills?" he playfully queried.

"Fixing cars... You must be quite proud," you teased.

He chuckled, encircling his arm around your waist and drawing you closer for a kiss. His voice carried a mischievous undertone as he whispered, "Surely, I deserve a kiss after all, don't you think?"

*dying from how cute he is*

𓆩♡𓆪 kindly like and rebelog 𓆩♡𓆪

MASTERPOST

#rodolfo rudy parra #cod rodolfo #rodolfo cod #rodolfo x reader #rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #Rodolfo parra x fem reader #call of duty #cod headcanons #task force 141 #call of duty fanfic #call of duty headcanons #ghost cod #rudy cod #rudy parra #los vaqueros x reader #los vaqueros #ghost simon riley #cod written by faith #writers on tumblr #my wrtitng #writer humor #tumblr writers

[returnofnonya]

From Thief to House Husband Part 2

In just 3 days I had grown attached to my new life. I had literally billions of dollars to spend, a mansion to explore, luxury cars to drive, and a wife who seemed to be gone quite often. Two of “my” sons were constantly out and about making friends and hanging out with them.

There was only one problem; Adam.

The eldest son of the Smith fortune. It appeared that he peaked in high school, and didn’t attend college. He spent his mornings in his gym and the rest of the day lazing about at home and inviting his so-called friends over. Rick may not have been able to see it, but as someone who used to rely on flirting with men who looked like they had more than $50 in their pockets, I knew a gold digger when I saw one.

Adam’s constant presence in the house meant I couldn’t have special company over, and I had to rely on the memory of sex with Ajax, a name I had learned a whole day after I let him fuck me. I kept wondering how I was supposed to work around this issue, then I remembered my special case of possession vials, and a good friend of mine who would enjoy the life of luxury.

So I got some cash and went to the local county jail, putting on my best remorseful face. I told the police that I was so regretful that my actions sent a shoplifter into cardiac arrest, causing his death. (I had learned soon after the hookup that my body passed away without anyone to inhabit it). I explained that the arresting officer had mentioned the hoodlum had a friend he often committed these crimes together with and wanted to help him find a better path in life, so I paid my friend Roy’s bail.

I waited outside of the entrance, sitting on the hood of my new Mercedes with a smirk on my face as Roy walked out, looking more puzzled than ever. “Look bro, I don’t need pity. Especially not from the guy who killed Mateo.” He stepped towards me angrily and I couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “Since when did the wealthy ever give a damn about us, Roy? Maybe those possession vials were worth something after all.” I winked and then walked around the car, getting into the driver’s side. I enjoyed the dumbfounded look on his face and smugly asked, “You getting in or did you want to hang around in that cell a bit more?” He scuffled into the car and we got going.

Before he could ask his barrage of questions I answered, “This basic looking bitch caught me shoplifting at Norm’s. I knew it would be my felony offense, so I panicked and pulled the vial out while concentrating on him. Next thing I knew, I was Rick Smith, multibillionaire and house husband. No more stares when I’m in any store but Dollar Tree, people worship the ground I walk on now! But I need your help.” He just grinned dumbly and nodded. “Anything for you, hermano. The billions are just a nice perk.” We both laughed a bit before I decided it was time to get serious again.

“He’s got three sons, all adults now. His oldest is Adam, about 24. The other two are social butterflies, rarely in the house except to sleep nowadays. Adam though, he treats the house like it’s his palace and invites a bunch of his fake friends over all the time. Total peaked in high school type guy. An easy mark in my old body, but now that he’s my son he’s preventing me from…enjoying this body to its fullest extent.” Roy raised an eyebrow at this. “And how am I supposed to help? Fake date him or something?” I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Again, rich white kid who peaked in high school. He wouldn’t be caught dead with you, no. Fortunately I’ve still got a few vials, if you catch my drift.” A wide smirk crept across Roy’s face. “Yeah, yeah I do Dad.”

Soon enough, everything was in position. Roy was hiding in the kitchen pantry while Adam’s moocher friends were finally leaving. I pretended to be washing some dishes when Adam approached, throwing the plan off course a bit since I was just going to have Roy stealthily take over once the friends were gone. “Hey Dad, can we talk?” He asked, forcing me to put on Rick’s stupid smile. “Of course kiddo, what’s up?”

“You’ve been acting kind of…off lately?”

Oh boy…

“What do you mean?”

“You worship mom, but you forgot her name the other day. And you’re not as nice to my friends, or..us. You seem distant kind of. Plus, maybe I’m just paranoid, but I feel like your smile has been different lately.”

Fuck. I knew his dumb goody two shoes smile was important, so I practiced Rick’s smile based on his photos a lot. Guess I hasn’t gotten it down perfectly. Wait, why am I worried? Adam won’t exist in a few seconds.

“To be perfectly honest with you, loser, I’m not your Dad. I’m Mateo, the shoplifter who mysteriously died a few days ago.” I smirked, Adam’s eyes widening with fear as he backed away. “W-what? Dad, this is a weird joke.” I just laughed, stepping closer to him. “This isn’t a joke. I tried pretending to give a fuck about you, but your constant couch mooching has gotten on my last nerve. I’m trying to have some guys over to break your dad in, and I can’t do that with a witness! That’s why I bailed my hermano, or should I say, hijo, Roy out of prison today. He’s going to use the same serum I used to steal your dad’s body to steal yours. Then no one will know that you both are gone.”

Adam’s eyes darted all over the place, trying to find Roy. The cabinet creaked open and he saw Roy’s eyes for just a second before he faded to black. Roy had consumed the vial, and by the time Adam saw him it was too late, the possession was complete. He laughed and smiled widely, looking down at his new hands. “Holy shit! This body feels amazing! So fit and tight…” he started to grope Adam’s tits, moaning out in pleasure. “Heh, enjoy it son. I’ve got to get rid of the evidence, feel free to explore your new life in the meantime.”

I picked up Roy’s now vacant body, carrying it to a box we had designated out in the pool house in the backyard. It would stay there until we figured out a disposal method.

I came back in a few minutes later and found Roy standing in the living room, wearing Adam’s old football gear with a wide smirk.

“Hey, Dad.” He said seductively, walking to me now. “I wanted to thank you for all that you’ve done for me.” He said and grinned from ear to ear. I couldn’t help but find myself enamored with his getup. “How…where?” He just chuckled as he unbuttoned my shirt. “When you said he peaked in high school, my mind wandered to one thing. Thankfully, my assumption was right.” He said, kissing my neck and pulling my shirt open, slowly descending down my body, littering it with kisses and earning pleasured moans from me. “Fuck…I couldn’t be happier to have you for a son.” I chuckled, watching as he got down on his knees and pulled my cock out, wasting no time and sliding it into his mouth. “Fuck! Boy’s got a perfect set of lips~” I moaned out happily.

It was hard, but I tore my eyes away from Roy’s new ones to look at my surroundings. We were in the kitchen, which according to Rick’s photo album was likely his favorite spot to spend family time. He was quite the chef and apparently had made the candy the security guard was stuffing his face with the day of the possession. Now, his oldest son was blowing him off right there.

“God…tell me you stretched yourself while I was gone. I don’t want to wait to bust that pretty little straight hole open.” I said, looking back into Roy’s eyes. He just winked and then moaned on my cock, clouding my mind with the pleasure. “God fucking damn you’re such a slut…” I moaned out. Once he felt that I had enough spit he stood up, laying on his back on the kitchen table and pulling his compression pants down to reveal a white jockstrap, and a plug vibrating in his hole! “For one of his gold digger girls. A cheesy present from a straight fuck boy apparently, but we’re making it work for us.” Roy always cased every place we stole from. He could read people and environments very well, no one would know Adam was gone.

“Fuck, I could kiss you.” I growled, grabbing the base of the plug and pulling it out, earning a whimpery moan from him. “How about we do that first part first? Then we can kiss.” His smug expression looked perfect on Adam’s face. I wasted no time, pulling his legs over my shoulder and waist over the edge of the table. I slid into him with ease, leaning down and pressing my lips against his. He reciprocated with joy and I started to thrust the way I knew he loved it; hard and fast.

The sound of our skin slapping filled the kitchen and our tongues ravaged each other inside of his mouth, our moans muffled inside of them. It didn’t take long for sweat to build up, I was giving it my all and he was taking it like a pro, his body’s previous owner had built it for endurance. As we fucked the table wobbled underneath us, not built for the ferocity of our sex. Everything about this was so fucking hot that both of us were throbbing quickly.

I pulled back from the kiss, caressing his eyes and smirking. “We’ll have to work on these bodies’ sexual stamina. I think that’s a good way to spend father and son time together.” I chuckled as he nodded. “Couldn’t agree more. In the meantime, how about you show me the way you and mom made me?” He winked. God, seeing Adam’s face portray Roy’s demeanor drove me crazy. I thrusted one final time, roaring as I shot a load deep inside of him and the table gave out, collapsing underneath us as Roy shot his load high up into the air. As we reached the ground it arched, landing on the top of my head.

Once we had a second to gather our bearings and realize we just broke the dinner table and he had cum on the back of my head in a missionary position we started laughing. “Fuck, no more shoplifting, no more gold digging.” He said, panting as he looked around at the mansion.

“Life is perfect.” I said, smiling widely as I basked in the afterglow of our first father and son bonding session. “It’s all uphill from here.”

#male body possession #male possession #father son #revenge

[yeahiamjustalittleguy]

Thanks!! Could u do a team rancher x dsmp reader where, during the hermitcraft and empires crossover, the reader somehow ends up in either empires or hermitcraft and sees Jimmy and Tango and remembers them from double life (the three of them were soulmates)

A little bit of angst/comfort where reader doesnt want to go back to the dsmp but they have to because dream has them on a wanted poster and he would travel through worlds and destroy them just to find reader and they dont want hermitcraft or empires getting destroyed because of them

CAN I JUST SAY OKAY.... Ranchers are the love of my life. I love them so deeply. I never watched jimmys pov of anything before double life. They got a grasp on me man..

Warnings: Angst, no happy ending and mentions of DSMP which is a horror in itself lol

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The last thing you remembered was the stinging sensation of withering, as you hid in a closed off room in a nether fortress, trying to not die. Then there was purple, and then nothing. It didn’t explain what was happening, but it wasn’t that long since you had entered a new SMP and you knew what that felt like, so you instinctively knew that when you awoke you were somewhere else. In a new world. Truth be told, the revelation came as a welcomed surprise. The DSMP was a hard place and it had never really suited you all that well. Your soul was too soft for it, many had told you. That’s why all your friends and family had been surprised when you had accepted the invitation to the double life server. Although it was more lighthearted than the DSMP, it was still known for violence and bloodshed. You’d never tell them, but you’d give anything to leave the DSMP. You didn’t care what server had invited you, it didn’t matter what double life was, you took the invite in a heartbeat. Turns out double life had been the best experience of your life too. You’d buried the feelings of why, never telling anyone on the DSMP that you’d fallen in love. The server didn’t allow for such weakness, so you buried it all.

You’re in some kind of cave when your mind comes to. It has a bunch of things you’re not entirely sure what are, and to your surprise it also has Grian. You’d known him for a long time, which was originally the reason you had been invited to double life. That’s when you knew where you were. If Grian was here it had to be the server he usually frequented, which was hermitcraft. He was just as surprised to see you as you were to see him. “How.. Am I here?” You had asked him, puzzled. This type of cross server travel was something you’d simply never heard of. The only way to usually go to any other server was through your communicator and only by getting an invite. He walked over to hug you, smiling. You tensed, not being used to positive physical contact. When he pulled away he still had a big smile on his face. “I can’t believe you’re somehow here! I thought the rift was just between hermitcraft and Empires.” He explained, and you raised an eyebrow at his lack of a real explanation. “The rift?” You enquired.

“I accidentally created a rift between servers. I don’t really know how, but I am glad you’re here. This is cool.” He was clearly excited about it, but you were worried. “How do I get back, Grian?” You knew your disappearance would not go over well in your own world. Both because your friends and family would miss you, but also because you knew the lengths Dream would go to just to make sure you stayed chained to your own world. Everyone had their part to play in his schemes, and you were sure your disappearance would somehow ruin his plans and make him go ballistic. Grian looked sad and dejected at the prospect of you not staying, but you had to go. You knew it would only cause trouble if you didn’t. “You can go back and forth through the rift, as long as it stays open. But hey, stay for just a little bit, won’t you? Just to see the server- I could show you so many things!” Once again he seemed excited at the prospect of you staying, just a little bit. 

Maybe a few hours wouldn’t hurt. There was no way that he would notice you gone until later. He wouldn’t even have to know that you’d left. You already knew it was a yes. The temptation of a couple hours of peace and happiness was all too much, and the question had never even been real. Of course you would stay. Grian didn’t even really need to convince you, nodding your head as he grabbed you once again and unfolded his large wings to carry you out of the apparent cave you were in. 

You had fun for a bit, examining Grians base with him. He was about to move on to show what his neighbor, Mumbo, had been working on when his communicator went off a couple of times. He excused himself for a second, checking it with wide eyes. “Wait here, I have to go do something.” He said, about to take flight when you grabbed his arm in panic, surprising both of you. Grian knew you were jumpy, but not this much. He was aware of the changes that the DSMP had done to you, and you had both discussed it in double life. It was hard to deny it with Grian, he had known you before you joined. He knew the person you were before that server changed you completely. He understood why the thought of him leaving you alone was so frightening to you. “I’ll drop you off with someone you know, I promise.” He settled on, and although you were uncomfortable with the idea, you didn’t want to burden him so you nodded, as he once again picked you up to take you somewhere. 

So when he dropped you off with the nearest person, who happened to be Scar, you were even less comfortable. You’d grown to like Scar over the season you had with him but you knew he was not a person equipped to babysit you. It was no surprise that as soon as Grian left Scar first dragged you around his park, but then when that ran out of interest for him you were getting dragged all over the server. Then, somewhere along the way you lost Scar. It was bound to happen with him flying around. He couldn’t carry you like Grian could. For a while you stood still, but it didn’t look like Scar was even looking for you or backtracking. So you decided to start walking, deeply on edge. Then you spotted a structure.

It stopped you in your tracks as you had to decide between trying to get help or finding your way back. After an inner battle, you decided to approach the building. It was black with blue and purple accents, and it was quite beautiful. Everything on this server had been so stunning. Coming from the DSMP it left you speechless sometimes. The only person on the DSMP who ever made anything this substantial was Foolish, and you’d never had the time to simply appreciate his builds. Walking so you were stood right in front of it, you tried to build up the courage to explore it to find help, but you just kept having that feeling in your stomach and the inability to make your legs move. 

But you didn’t need to, as voices started to approach behind you from the treeline. It was starting to get dark out, so it made sense that someone would be coming home at this point, but your brain didn’t register anything except the fact that there were people coming for you. And in a panic, you unsheathe the sword you had borrowed from Grian, turning around quickly in a stance ready to fight as the two people become visible to you, and you to them. And they both stop in their tracks, the cheerful chattering coming to a halt at seeing you. But it’s not fear or surprise on their face, it’s faces of recognition. And the same look comes to your face, as your panic fades completely and warmth crawls up your body and into your cheeks. 

They both shout your name, running towards you, Tango embracing you first and then Jimmy enclosing you both in his arms. “T-tango, J-jimmy.” You say their names shakily, somehow against your own will. It’s like a deep hidden need or urge to say them. The things you did together, the feelings both of them drew from you, it all comes back to you right then and there. Why couldn’t you have stayed in double life forever, with those two? It was cruel, but beautiful. Something in your mind couldn’t stop you from thinking it was fate, that maybe if you were lucky, you would continue to run into them like this. That maybe something would happen, and you could have this forever. But you were not that naive.

Jimmy pulled away, but left his hands on Tangos back. Tango didn’t completely pull away, but he did pull back to grab your face in one hand, tilting it up so he could look at you. His face had a beautiful smile painted on it, but you could see that his eyes were a little wet. Looking towards Jimmy, you almost burst out laughing, seeing him fully sobbing. "Hey! Don’t laugh at me.” He said, covering his face in embarrassment and then wiping his tears away. It was honestly just.. It was a lot, and keeping your tears in yourself had been hard so you couldn’t really pick on him too much. “It was a lot today, seeing both Tango and you for the first time in a while, okay!” He explained, as Tango continued to laugh deep from within his stomach. Feeling his body again, feeling the rumble of his voice leaving his chest, it was beyond any other feeling in the world. You missed it. You had missed it so, so much.

You somehow ended up on a couch after talking for hours, Tango on his stomach against you, both of you once again trapped inside Jimmys’ arms as he laid on his side next to you. He had the longest arms, you’d learned, and so he was always left on big spoon and outer layer cuddle-pile duty. It was hard to feel bad for him, as he looked so content. If you kept playing with his hair, you were convinced you could make him fall asleep. It was something you’d have to test, to be sure. Tango wouldn’t stop turning his head to look up at you, his goofy smile constantly glued to his face. It was perfect. You don’t know which god was playing with you. Giving you this taste of heaven, when you knew it could never last forever. all you would ever get was a little taste, you could never really have the full experience. It would just leave you with a craving that would never be satisfied.

And with Grian and Scar suddenly shouting your name from somewhere outside Tangos’ base, you knew it was time. Jimmy seemed to be pulled out of his half-asleep state, and Tango followed suit, sitting up. You heard Grian calling your name again, this time closer. There was a silence as you all looked between each other, Tango and Jimmy both knowing the look in your eyes. They both knew that look all too well. From when you all lost your first life to the last one, they’d seen it. The eyebrows that pulled upwards and the eyes that glossed over. You were saying ‘I’m sorry’ again. And they knew you were going to leave. 

Desperately, Jimmy latched onto your arms. “No, don’t leave us again. Stay. Just-you can stay! You can stay for as long as I can, right? Tango? They can stay-” You cut him off, knowing you would break if you let him ramble on for any longer and also for his own sake. You knew he would just keep spiraling. “I have to go, Jimmy. Everyone from your world is onboard with you being here but.. I can’t stay. The people from my server wouldn’t..” You stopped to choose your words carefully. You didn’t want Tango and Jimmy to know. You didn’t want them to worry. They didn’t need to know what the DSMP was actually like, it would only hurt them to know. 

“They wouldn’t get it. They would.. Miss me." It wasn’t entirely true, yet not entirely false either. You’re sure Dream would miss whatever plans he had for you, and you’re sure he would tear the entire universe apart to find you. That was more fun, anyways. You don’t know what his intentions are or what plans he has for you, but you’re sure tormenting you and bringing you back on your knees is more fun to him than making a new plan. And you don’t want to test him. You know what the man is capable of. Maybe if you let him take your last two lives, as he had taken the first, you could escape. But even in death Wilbur couldn’t, so you were not hopeful in that regard. You only feared to think what your purgatory would be like. No, instead you would return home. Keep going in the hopes of once again getting to hear Jimmy and Tango laugh.

Tango was taking it well, all things considered. You could tell he was sad, but he at least understood where you were coming from. Jimmy on the other hand was just looking between you and Tango, mad at you for letting yourself leave and mad at Tango for letting you leave. But he sighed, sinking back into the couch and away from you. He looked back up at you in defeat as you heard Grian and Scar call for Tango. You leaned in, putting an ascetic and fast kiss to Jimmys’ lips before taking Tangos’ hand and walking down stairs together. You and Tango both knew that Jimmy would not be able to let you go if he went with you, and Jimmy must have known too as he abstained from following you but simply sat there with tears starting to form in his eyes. 

“Oh, thank goodness you’re okay. It was getting dark and I was worried, I knew I shouldn’t have left you with Scar.” Grian rambled as he ran towards you and hugged you as soon as you and Tango came into his vision. You looked behind him, seeing a very relieved and apologetic Scar waving at you. “I definitely don’t plan on letting Scar babysit my kids.” You said, putting up a joking demeanor to block the pain that was building up inside you. Grian let go of you, stepping back. “I’m sorry it took so long, are you ready to go?” Grian asked, and you grabbed Tangos’ hand. His eyes were glossy and slightly red, but he wasn’t crying. He must have been holding it back well, just like you were. Putting the other hand on his cheek, he copied you and laid his hand on yours and you leaned up to give him a deep and final kiss, which was the goodbye between you two before you parted. 

Grian and Scar were looking at you in surprise as you separated, starting to walk away and when they regained their composure, they followed suit silently, ready to lead you back to the rift. To most, this had just been a fun little game with the idea of soulmates. But to you and your ranchers it had been real, it had meant everything. You just hoped it would not be the last time you ever got to see them.

#hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft x y/n #hermitcraft x you #hermitblr #tangotek x reader #solidaritygaming x reader

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Forbidden Fruit: Chapter 3

Jack Russell x Female Reader

Summary: Jack saves you from a vicious vampire attack and you discover you might be more entangled than you thought.

This Chapter: Your friend comes to check on you and immediately recognizes Jack, helping you fill in some of the missing parts of your memory.

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Kissing, Hand Holding, Face Holding, Jealousy, Memory Loss, Cats, Coffee, Domestic Jack, Fluff

Word Count: 2.2k+

Tags: @letsby @skittle479 @bullet-prooflove @acutecupidity

Read the rest of the story HERE

“Uhura doesn’t really like anyone,” you tell Jack as you watch your cat mark him affectionately, brushing her fur against him as she weaves her way in between his ankles. You’ve always had to warn people of her skittish nature before having anyone over, telling them not to take it personally if she ran away from them or hid in another room, but that doesn’t seem to be the case with Jack. “I’m surprised she’s warmed up to you so quickly.”

“Maybe she’s just a good judge of character.” He bends down and scratches behind her ears, grinning and cooing as she slowly closes her eyes and purrs in response.

“Maybe.” You stare at the image of him petting your cat, this gorgeous man standing in the middle of your kitchen as if it’s some sort of still photograph perfectly framed and hanging on your wall, but something’s missing. Something’s not right here, there’s a sort of… missing puzzle piece leaving the picture incomplete as it nags at the back of your mind. Unable to come up with a solution, you decide to shrug it off for now and make a pot of coffee to help kickstart your neurons and put the pieces back together.

Pulling the can of coffee grounds down from your cabinet, you pour the last remaining scoops into a fresh filter, the comforting smell of a thousand mornings before this filling your nostrils and wrapping itself around you in a feigned sense of safety. “I’m starting to remember Alan… Alistair, I mean.”

“Yeah?” You hear him groan in exhaustion as he stands up from his hunched position. “Anything useful? Do you remember how you got there?”

You ponder over your dream as Jack walks over to you, instinctively opening up the cabinet door and pulling out two of your favorite mugs. He sets them down next to the coffee pot in front of you as you wonder how much of the dream is worth telling him; if it’s worth divulging all the explicit and gory details, or even how the dream made you feel.

That was between you and God.

“I think we were involved for a few weeks.” You shut the lid to the coffee maker and press start, slowly turning around to face him.

“Oh.” A deep melancholy weighs down his features as he looks at you, the solitary word hanging heavily in the air between you until he finds the capacity to speak again. “By involved, you mean,” he swallows hard, spinning your Bob Ross mug around until it faces him. “Romantically?”

“Yeah.” You can’t help but feel guilty somehow after you answer him, his solemn reaction more visceral than you had expected. Didn’t he want you to remember what happened? Wasn’t he trying to help you figure out what’s been going on?

“Okay,” he whispers softly, keeping his eyes fixated on the mug. “That’s okay.” He runs his hand through his hair again, his lips curling into a frown as he nods in a forced display of understanding. “That’s okay.”

KNOCK KNOCK

“Are you expecting someone?” He blinks a few dozen times as you both look toward the door, welcoming the change of subject as the piping hot liquid sputters the last of the coffee into the dingey glass pot. “Remember not to invite anyone in.”

“I won’t,” you reassure him with a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it before walking into the hallway. “I’m just going to see who it is.”

You open the door to find your friend Andrea, the look of judgment on her face signaling that you’ve done something to make her extremely upset. That look was usually reserved for management behind their backs or patients who tried to swing at her for no reason, but today she’s giving it to you.

“Are you kidding me?” She practically yells, exasperated as the door swings open on its hinges. “I’ve been trying to call you for hours now, and you’ve been here this whole time?”

Oh no. You forgot to call into work tonight. Shit.

“I’m so sorry, I lost my phone somehow last night, and I couldn’t…” you stutter.

“We’re already short staffed, and you pull this? Now?” Her eyes dart from your face down to your neck, clocking the dried bandage you’d all but forgotten. “And what the hell is that? Are you okay? Why aren’t you answering my calls?”

You touch the gauze and tape that cling to your skin as you scramble to get a word in edgewise, wondering what you could possibly say to her that would make any sense. “Oh, umm… Uhura scratched me when I picked her up the wrong way,” you lie, hoping to God that your actions, or lack thereof, hadn’t cost you your job.

“Uh-huh.” She looks behind you and spots Jack, lowering her voice to a whisper as she steps in closer to you. “And why is he here? I thought you weren’t going to see him anymore.”

“Anymore?” You question, glancing back at him as he sips his coffee at the table. “I just met him last night.”

“Sure you did, and I’m George Washington.” She rolls her eyes and leans against the doorway, the severity of her tone lightening up a bit. “Look, I get it. If you want to play hookie just so you can get some ass, that’s fine by me, but at least call off ahead of time so the rest of us don’t have to suffer.” She raises her eyebrows a few times and looks back over at him, grinning from ear to ear.

“I’m sorry, are you saying that Jack and I were seeing each other?” All of the sudden that missing puzzle piece from before is starting to make a lot more sense, even if it raises more questions.

“You’re kidding, right? He’s the only patient you ever dated,” she explains, her expression telling you that this is more than old news. “But you texted me a few weeks ago saying that it was over, not to ask about him anymore. I thought that was a little weird, that maybe you’d want to talk about it in person, but you never brought him up again. So I figured you’d moved on, but… you’re a big girl and you can make your own decisions.”

“He was a patient?”

“Are you sure you didn’t hit your head?” She feels your forehead and peels your eyelids open, blinding you with her cellphone’s flashlight. “Or have a stroke?” She moves the light from side to side as she stares intently at your face. “Who’s the president?”

“Stop it,” you close your eyes instinctively and push her away, laughing as she turns her flashlight off and puts it back into her pocket. “I’m fine, I swear. I just need to rest."

“Too much to drink last night, huh?” She ventures a guess, her shoulders dropping in a relaxed posture. “I told you to stay away from those Long Island iced teas, you know how they sneak up on you.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You decide that a wild bender is a much more believable story than being bitten by a vampire and getting rescued by a man you don’t even remember dating. If Alistair had erased your memory of him temporarily, who's to say that he couldn’t have erased more than that? “Guess I’ll never learn, huh?” You chide, feeding into her story.

“Yeah, I guess not.” She sighs as the two of you stare at each other in an awkward silence for what feels like an eternity before she eventually gives up with a shrug of her shoulders. “Well, I can tell that you don’t want to talk about anything else, so I won’t pry anymore. I’m just glad that you’re okay. Promise me you’ll get a new phone tomorrow after the two of you are done having makeup sex?”

“I promise.” You lie again as she hugs you, trying not to imagine how good the sex with Jack might be as she wraps her arms around your shoulders.

“I’ll tell Martha that you’re sick and couldn’t pick up the phone.” She releases you from her embrace and steps back from the door, shooting one more look at Jack before giving you a mischievous wink. “Goodnight,” she sings.

“Goodnight.”

“You weren’t gonna tell me?” You fold your arms across your chest as you walk back into the kitchen, your tone forcing Jack to set his coffee down.

“I didn’t want to scare you.” He puts his hands up, palms facing you in defense.

“Scare me? Jack, look around, I think we’re way past being scared at this point. I just need someone, I need you to be honest with me.”

He sighs and presses his lips together, inhaling dramatically as if to summon up the courage to tell you whatever truth is about to leave his lips. “When you didn’t recognize me last night, I thought you’d eventually come around in the car or after you woke up today, but when you didn’t…” he trails off as his eyes begin to water. “I couldn’t bring myself to… I didn’t want to burden you with anything else.”

“Burden me?” You uncross your arms and let them rest at your side. “What are you talking about? Jack, just tell me what’s going on!”

“Alright,” he pauses, standing up from his seat at your table. “We’re together, you and I,” he finally admits, each word seeming to pain him to say out loud. He walks toward you slowly, every step practiced with care as he gets closer to you with his version of the truth. “You took care of me after I had a rough few nights at the hospital, and we connected after your shift.”

“That doesn’t sound like me.” You try to remain skeptical as he approaches you, his reaction to your relationship with Alistair making more sense by the minute.

“Well, it didn’t exactly happen overnight,” he explains, testing the waters with another step closer.

“I doubt it would, I don’t date patients.”

“I know, you’ve told me about a dozen times,” he laughs.

“I did?” Maybe you are being a bit defensive. After all, both he and Andrea’s stories seem to match up even though they have no real reason to.

“You did,” he nods, cautiously taking your hands in his before smoothing his thumbs over the grooves of your palms. “I took you out for coffee a few times, sometimes even at the hospital’s cafeteria if you had time for a break.” His face no longer seems to carry the heavy burden of worry from before, his features now softened with a rosy shade of hope as it gets closer to yours. “When we first met you used to put one cream and two sugars in it, then you cut out the sugar for a few weeks, and now you just drink it black.”

“That’s right.” You allow him to keep touching you, this new knowledge both calming and alarming you at the same time, his hands the only thing keeping you steady.

“Then one day you let me take you to dinner. And then eventually you let me cook for you, right here in this kitchen,” he smiles, looking to the side as he recalls that blissfully specific memory. “And we stayed up all night watching reruns of Svengoolie until you fell asleep.”

“I do love Svengoolie,” you relent, a genuine smile finally creping the skin around your eyes. You try to imagine what a life would be like with him in this picturesque setting he’s described for you, and can’t help but wonder how many times you’ve fallen asleep in each other’s arms.

“I know."

“How long have we been together?” You place your palm on his cheek, hoping it will spark something deep within your memory, but all it does is bring him closer.

“A year.” He lets you touch him, his lips parting as your thumb brushes a single tear away from his cheek. “Give or take."

“A year?” You barely manage to whisper, smiling as he lets go of your other hand to gently cradle your face. “A whole year? How can that be true? I don’t have any pictures of you or text messages or anything…”

“You have a scar on your left knee from when you fell off your bicycle as a kid.” He points to your leg with a nod of his chin. “It was the Fourth of July and you were only eleven years old when you tried to ride a tandem bike all by yourself. It was too heavy and when you turned in the sand, you fell down, scraping your knee miles away from your grandmother’s lake cottage.”

Oh my God, how else could he have known that? You’ve never told anyone else that story before, not even Andrea or any of your other close friends. Maybe he is telling the truth, after all.

“You cry when you’re angry,” he continues, weaving his fingers into your hairline. “You shut down when you’re sad, and when you're happy, your eyes light up like nothing else I’ve ever seen.”

You stare at him in awe, adoring the golden brown in his eyes as it fades to a light green around the edges as you nod silently, trying to take this all in. Suddenly you feel your lips pressing against his, soft and delicate as they cushion your timid kiss, parting only to give you a small taste of the life he’s described to you. That oddly familiar warmth surrounds you again, spreading through your lips and down into your core as his fingers press gently into your scalp, holding you close.

“Okay,” you whisper with a reluctant break of the kiss, finally believing his story with all of your being. “Where the hell have you been?”

#Jack Russell #gael garcia bernal #werewolf by night #jack russell x reader #jack russell x female reader #jack russell fan fiction #werewolf by night fan fiction #jack russell imagine

[neteyamb]

ashes to ashes: chapter five

pairing: loak x f!omatikaya reader

summary: as a healer, y/n had taken an oath to treat every patient with their best interests in mind. this hadn’t been a problem, until loak’s petty injuries become a routine. she has to swallow her pride and feign concern, feign kindness, and face the ugly hate that has been brewing between them for years. 

tags: enemies to lovers, slight angst, best friend kiri, emotionally constipated aka on-brand loak, language

word count: 1.4k

notes: im on vacation, my deepest symapthies go out to myself for making me wait so long to find out what happens next

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billie bossa nova: love when it makes you lose your bearings / it might be more of an obsession / you better lock your phone / and look at me when you're alone / won't take a lot to get you goin' / i'm sorry if it's torture though / that heavy breathin' on the floor / i’m yours, i'm yours 

nova – a star that suddenly increases its light output tremendously and then fades away to its former obsurity

loak jumps back from you, heart in his throat like a deer caught in the headlights. he attempted to choke out a response, but his mind was slurred and his mouth had become dry, leaving his lips parted with a shaky breath. his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, almost as if he was trying to remember the fluidity of your own against it. he shook his head in a thrashing manner, snapping out of his daze. your fingers itched to touch his face, arms, chest, anything, but you were unsure if it was out of pleasure or anger. 

slowly, loak began to speak, tearing you away from your inner conflict. he rolled his tongue over his lips before a coy smirk appeared. “same time next week?” you felt your face heat and opaque hate flooded into your stomach. of course he was toying with you; this man had so readily disregarded your career just moments ago. forcing yourself to hold his gaze, you take the bait. “are you deaf? i said get the fuck out of here,” you step towards him, shoving at his chest. “i hate you. don’t bother coming back to maiya’s hut, you’ve made it clear we aren’t needed.” your face sours at the image of him being left to fend for himself with a serious injury, but you quickly crush the worry when you recall his earlier words. he can go fuck himself.

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loak’s eyes darken as he walks away, fingernails forming deep crescents in his palms. it was his own fault. still, he blamed you equally; it was you that had approached him, you that provoked him into a physical fight. he only has so much willpower, and your baiting taunts were spoken through soft, inviting lips. for a split second, he was smug about having shut you up the way he had, but it was gone in an instant, replaced with the ugly, consuming fear that you would never speak to him again. despite your complicated relationship with him, you were always keen to jump back in the fighting ring the next day, and he had let himself rely on it too much.

he entered the family hut with his head tilted down, pointedly avoiding kiri’s questioning stare. he looked dishevelled, and his lips were swollen. she furrowed her brows. only y/n could make him as riled up as he looked; he would brush anybody else off with ease. “did you just suck face with a poisoned fruit or something?” his shoulders rose towards his ears as a shiver ran up his spine. “almost.” shocked, she dropped the wooden bowl she had been carving out. it rattled against the floor, completely forgotten the second it had escaped her grasp. “you made out with someone? you?” kiri has never been known for being subtle. or slow. he could see her visibly piecing together a puzzle in her brain, connecting this to their last conversation. “wait–” she starts.

loak closes the gap between them in four strides, frantically looking around the empty room as he presses a hand over her mouth. “quiet,” he hisses. kiri’s loud voice is muffled for a few seconds before she resorts to licking a long stripe on his hand. he jumps back, wiping it off aggressively on her arm. “ew, what the fuck?” she pays his complaint no mind. “you what the fuck. you kissed y/n?” she made a show of theatrically looking up at the roof in distress. “you’re in for it now.” he leans back, apprehensively looking away. “it was an accident,” he responds in defense. she balks at him. “look, i know. just forget it, i’m sure she’ll do the same.” it was an optimistic thought. 

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you had not forgotten about it. days had gone past and you were still livid; loak had ruined any possible salvation of your relationship with the words he had said, and then proceeded to shove his tongue down your throat. still, you were angrier at yourself for the way you had readily accepted it.

avoiding him had proven itself to be a difficult task; dinners were communal and you could feel him staring you down expectantly, daring you to slip into your usual snide banter with him. what's worse is you had additionally been dodging kiri; you were sure she knew something was up, and you had no interest in being reminded.

you trudge into maiya’s hut, desperate for a distraction. you had yet to retrieve fresh plants from your regular gathering area this week, and stock was running low. she was beginning to ask questions. maiya’s eyes were trained on your stiff movements as you began to grind a paste, and she was worried that if you were to grit your teeth any more, they’d be sandpapered down to nonexistance. she placed a warm hand over your own. “y/n. take a break, maite. you can join me after you get some more supplies, hmm?” maiya was an assertive person; you knew she wasn’t asking for your permission on this. unwillingly, you set the bowl down and pick up your basket.

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loak was growing impatient. if that day by the creek made him uneasy, this was threefold. without your daily arguments, he had no outlet for pent-up stress and had been snippy with his father on one too many occasions. jake wasn’t a fan of this new, brash behaviour, and the lecture loak had received about it only served to make him more restless. you were like a nova; condensing all of your muddied emotions to suddenly clash divinely with his own, only to dissolve from his grasp all at once. abrasive frustration was eating away at his insides as the days went by, and he was more angry than ever. despite its overbearing presence, he couldn’t bring himself to regret what he had done. 

loak watched your sudden dismissal from the healing hut, and determinedly recreated your footsteps into the forest. behind you, his eyes traced the slight sway of your hips and the gentle thumps of the gathering basket against your thigh. loak’s face twisted; he knew it was unfair of him to be irritated that you didn’t notice his presence once he had gotten close, but you had been actively ignoring him the whole week. he hadn’t gotten a rest from kiri’s interventions either; she would moan to him constantly about how it’s all his fault she’s been shut out by you and that he’d better fix it. he’s deluded himself to believe he was confronting you because of the soft spot he has for his sister, but it was in reality entirely for selfish purposes.

heart pounding, loak grips your bicep and flips you around to face him. “do you think this is funny? because i’m not laughing.” his syrupy eyes bore into yours, voice gravelly. you instinctually back up a bit, the small of your back now digging into rigid bark as you shift under his gaze. the corner of your mouth twitches in discomfort at his proximity. “what, have you gotten yourself another wound you want me to fix? not gonna happen, buster,” you respond evasively. loak grew more frustrated, but after so much silence, your voice rang in his ears as if it was his first time hearing it.

loak exhales sharply through his nose, involuntarily taking a few steps back. he doesn’t give you a chance to relax as he jumps head-first into the root of the issue. “i know you play a vital role in the clan. i never should have said you didn’t.” you eye him quizzically, waiting for him to continue. he struggled to keep himself from arguing against his own words, but if he wanted you to listen, they were unavoidable. “you were right to say my grandmother would be insulted,” he adds awkwardly, gesticulating poorly with his hands. it left a bad taste in his mouth, but after mulling the accusation over for hours on end, he came to the gruelling realization that it was accurate. he had never been disrespectful to moat; in truth, he actually admired healers a lot for the work they did. but watching as you would cradle him, care for him, all while having the upper hand, forced him to confront new feelings he was scared of. he will admit, it was a little immature in hindsight. you offer him no mercy, remaining tight-lipped and unmoving. persistent, he grunts his final proposal to you with an uneven tone, as if the word was unknown to him. “truce?”

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notes: get a room you guys

taglist: @weasleytwinwheezes @mrslandryy @amortencjja

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Not sure if you're reserving this for an upcoming story but in your main AU, since Elizabeth didn't die, was she present during the Bite of 83 and if she was, what was she doing and her reaction to the incident and the aftermath?

Despite me routinely forgetting that Elizabeth is actually alive in this au (whoops, lol), Liz would have been present during the Bite, yes.

I imagine she was very annoyed for the time leading up to Evan's birthday: annoyed with Evan for being so scared of Fredbear's and begging to have his party elsewhere, and she's annoyed with Michael, too, for actively making Evan that much harder to deal with.

Birthdays are supposed to times of happiness, which is something Elizabeth has been desperate for, though admittedly at this point she has been turning more and more to her "friends" for happiness rather than her family, since her home life is so awful.

Elizabeth just wanted to go to Fredbear's and have a happy, fun time on Evan's birthday. In her eyes, that's not possible because of how Ev and Mike are, so she invited her "friends" and ditched her brothers immediately so she wouldn't have to think about what was going on between them and could actually have some moments of fun and happiness.

Michael dragging around a kicking, screaming, and crying Evan wasn't anything unusual to Liz, though normally that intensity of Mike's cruelty was reserved for at home and was not pursued in public. On top of how awful it is to see Evan like that on his birthday of all days and how it really shatters Liz's carefully crafted illusion of happiness, Liz would have found Mike acting like that in public embarrassing. Her friends make a few scathing comments as they watch Ev get dragged closer and closer. Embarrassed, Liz throws out an insult of her own (insulting Evan and Mike), and quickly tries to get her friends' attention off her brothers and onto something else, something happy and fun as she wishes her brothers would just go away/disappear/stop existing.

And then the people around her start screaming.

Liz doesn't understand what happened. She wasn't looking at the stage, didn't see what happened. If she goes closer to the stage and sees Evan body, she doesn't get too close before immediately running in the opposite direction and curling up somewhere with her eyes squeezed shut and her hands over her ears.

Right now, I'm honestly kinda thinking that in the horror and panic of the Bite, William and Mike either can't find Liz or don't even think to try looking for her as they panic to stop Evan from bleeding out and drive him to the hospital. They're probably in the waiting room for an hour or two before Mike even realizes they left her behind; William probably remembered about her before this, but in spite of what just happened, William sees no problem with leaving her at a location he owns in the first place. It doesn't really occur to him that being left in a room covered in her brother's blood without her family in sight would bother her, or anyone else in that situation; he's too busy trying to puzzle through the ramifications of whether Evan will survive, if he'll lose a child, what this accident will do to his business, what Mike's response to this will be, etc.

Maybe whatever manager was at Fredbear's (other than William) ends up taking Liz home or to the hospital, or maybe Liz walks herself home or goes with one of her friends after her family abandons her there.

Or it's possible that Freddy might have realized the Aftons left Liz behind and ended up taking her along when they rush to the hospital to try supporting Evan.

Her immediate response to the Bite is just unbound rage at Mike, because it's so much easier to be mad at him than to be scared that she's the reason this happened (he got hurt the second that i wished he would disappear, i did this, i caused this). She leans into her "friend" group more than ever for the comfort she isn't really getting at home after that traumatic experience, but... she doesn't actually find any comfort or companionship in her "friends", either.

Her "friends" don't like how "moody" she is, now. They don't know how to handle her. She's not engaging in conversation like normal. They don't get any gossip from her, not about Evan or anyone else, and they can't use her to get free or discounted stuff from Fredbear Entertainment because she hasn't willingly stepped foot into one since what happened. She's simply not fun anymore, and so, Liz is faced with her greatest fear: her friends pushing her away.

Liz has to try harder then ever to be the "friend" they want her to be. As the months pass, the mask does get easier to put on, in a way. At least, she gets more used to going through the motions of putting it on. But as time passes, she starts to realize that she doesn't want to wear the mask anymore; she doesn't like the person she is when she's around her "friends," and they don't actually make her feel all that good. Still, it takes her six or seven months after the Bite to actually cut them off entirely. These "friends" are the only companions she's had for years, and it's scary to think of losing them and being alone again like she was after Charlie died. But the realization that she doesn't actually want her brother gone--either of them-- and that she was only "alone" before because she choose to push her brothers away goes a long way in helping her make that decision.

#elizabeth afton #liz afton #a nest torn empty #my brother my wound #fnaf au #fnaf #tw child abuse #tw child neglect

[wyzei]

respite

pairing: kaeya x reader warnings: alcohol, drinking, very mild and tiny suggestive joke (?) gender neutral + sfw likes + rbs appreciated

summary !! you're working a late night in the favonius library when kaeya pays you a visit.

note: i edited this to fit my new ... attempt at organizing my posts

A thick silence lingered in the library, broken only by the ticking of the clock on the wall. It was supposed to be another late night assisting Lisa with the library’s organization—often people would come in and leave books strewn about with little regard for the people who had to put them back into place—but with the resident librarian nowhere to be found, you’d decided to pick up the work by yourself. Maybe she deserved a night off. The candle you’d lit for yourself on the nearby desk flickered and cast dancing shadows over the bookshelves. You let out a slow breath as you carried another handful of books to their proper place, sliding each one alphabetically onto the shelf. It was menial work, nothing like an adventurer, but you enjoyed it.

For the most part, anyway.

“Lonely?”

You jumped and twisted around to see a familiar shock of blue hair. Kaeya laughed and drew closer from where he’d been leaned against a bookshelf—watching you, apparently. Had he been here long? The door left ajar on the other side of the room likely meant he’d only just come in. That fact was a bit comforting. You didn’t like the idea of being too easy to spy on. He seemed to notice your drifting gaze, still lingering on the door, and leaned over to stay in your focus. “Hello?”

“Oh, yeah,” you muttered dumbly. “I mean no. I’m not.” You glanced down at the bottle of wine held loosely in his hand, lips pursing together before you turned back to continue working until all the books were slid away. “You can stay, though.” He seemed to take the invitation gratefully, leaning against the desk and watching you work before he took a swig straight from the bottle.

“You know you’re welcome to come to the tavern on nights like these.” He paused and allowed you to look at him quizzically before he continued. “When Lisa baits you into doing her work so she can go bother Jean.” You frowned a little. Lisa wasn’t baiting you, was she? This was your job, too, even if Lisa was the head of this little corner of the Knights.

“Why aren’t you in the tavern?” you found yourself asking. After all, that was the sort of place guaranteed to feature Kaeya. You couldn’t recall a time where he traded a fun night of casual drinking for… well, spending an evening with you. It wasn’t that the two of you didn’t get along—in fact, over the past few months, you’d noticed a shift in your dynamic that placed you somewhere along the lines of close friends. So really it was quite the opposite. That being said, this wasn’t the sort of environment that he seemed to frequent.

Kaeya fell silent and swirled the wine around in the bottle. It was obvious he’d gotten it from Angel’s Share, meaning he’d been there. “It got boring,” he soon replied, a breathy tone to his words. “Rosaria is busy, meaning I would’ve had to face Diluc’s cold stares all on my lonesome tonight. I thought it’d be better to snag a bottle and come spend time with someone I enjoy. Is that so wrong?” His final question had been meant to tease, but for some reason it just made you think. You slid another book into its proper place on the shelf, feeling akin to a child pushing puzzle blocks together. Another moment passed and you opened your mouth to say something only for Kaeya to beat you to it.

“You can take a break, can’t you? Share a drink with a friend.”

Right. A friend. Kaeya’s words dripped with honey, but you had to remember you were just friends. He only stopped by because his usual drinking buddy was occupied. The thought of being a second choice made you frown. If Kaeya noticed, he said nothing, but instead gave the surface of the desk beside him a pat. His smile was softer. As if he knew.

“Should I go get some glasses?”

“No need. We can share. You don’t mind that, right?” From the same bottle? Was he serious? Oh, whatever. You reluctantly settled beside him and shook your head. The two of you fell into an easy silence and passed the bottle back and forth for what felt like a while, at least to you. Not that you weren’t having fun! It was just that the fatigue of a long day was finally starting to settle in.

“I do wish you’d come more often to Angel’s Share,” Kaeya admitted quietly. The sentence made you look up from the bottle you were about to sip from. 

“Hm?”

“I mean, I do like your company. Really. And…” he trailed off. His voice was slurred. Ah, you should have guessed that he’d already be a little tipsy by the time he found his way to you. The bottle hadn’t been full when he presented it, after all. Now it was almost gone due to both of your efforts. “It’d be nice to spend more time with you… outside of work.”

You let out a small hum. “If I didn’t work so many late nights.” It was a simple statement. A promise of something more and yet nothing at all. You’d love to fuck right off and join him at every whim, but you didn’t want to let work pile up in your absence, either. “You—uh, you could always come here. I like you, Kaeya, and you’re fun to be around. I only worry you’d get bored being with just me sometimes.” So you didn’t seek him out. His lips parted a little, eyes cloudy as he studied you for a drawn-out breath.

“Just you could never be boring.”

Your face tingled with a newfound warmth as he leaned a little closer. Maybe you were just drunk. “I mean it. I would’ve come here a lot sooner if I knew you actually enjoyed having me around—just me.” Just him. His fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle and pulled it gently from your hands, setting it on the desk behind the two of you without breaking eye contact.

“You’re too pretty, funny, and genuine to ever be boring.” He had a sloppy grin on his face by that point, eliciting a small laugh from you. Nerves bundled together in your chest, but you wouldn’t let him of all people know that.

“You’re straying into flattery, Alberich.”

“Is that so bad?”

You paused when you realized your hand had come to rest on his arm amidst the brief leaning and flirting. “I… I guess not, no.” Kaeya tilted his head.

“You guess not,” he confirmed.

“Mhm.”

Silence. He was staring at you, his single blue eye wide with an emotion you didn’t recognize. Or maybe you did. “Kaeya,” you began, your voice trailing off. He was closer.

“Push me away.”

“What are you—”

Warmth covered your mouth as Kaeya pressed his lips to yours, leaning shoulder to shoulder as he cupped your chin with a surprisingly fitting gentleness. He pulled away a hairs width from you only to kiss you again, just as chaste and simple as the first. And then he was leaning away, hand wavering against your jaw. “You didn’t.”

“I wasn’t expecting that!”

“I can go again when you’re prepared if you’d like.” He laughed, raspy and quiet, and the sound felt like music strung from the most talented bard in Teyvat. You were still reeling from the fact that he’d just kissed you—not the other way around, not in a dream, none of that. 

He’d been beating around the bush all night trying to find the words. The right situation, the right mood, everything. Drinking might’ve given him the boldness, but it didn’t allow him to articulate like he’d wanted to. And now he sat in front of you having said everything he needed to with that single gesture, fingertips tapping against the edge of the desk. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips and made his eyes flicker down again.

He didn’t move.

“I’d… um…” How could you even word anything in this situation? Maybe you should just follow his lead and let your actions speak for you. And that’s precisely what you did. 

You reached up to cup both sides of his face and moved to stand properly in front of him, initiating a third kiss with more fervor behind it. You both grew more sure of the other’s feelings, you holding his face with your fingertips brushing against the soft strands of his hair, his hands going to your hips, barely putting any pressure, and yet you could feel his hands so clearly through your clothing.

Finally, you pulled away to catch your breath and collect your thoughts. “I should… I should finish putting the books away,” you finally said, eliciting a huff of disappointment from your… drinking buddy. “Tomorrow you should come by. I’ll avoid taking on extra work and we can, uh, you know, go out.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” he cooed, arms wrapping loosely around your middle as he leaned in again. Not to kiss. Just to be close.

“Yeah. But I have to finish my job tonight, and I don’t think I’ll be able to focus with you around.”

“I’m hurt.”

“You’re the good distraction, don’t worry. But still.” You peck his cheek before stepping out of his hold, admiring your composure throughout this whole thing. To be fair, you didn’t think you had it in you. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Kaeya.”

“Or tonight, if I’m lucky.” Of course. He knew you wouldn’t. And yet his smile was bright as he kissed your hand, bidding you an intimate farewell before finally leaving you alone in the library. You let out a large breath and squeezed your own cheeks, feeling how hot your face had gotten from the whole thing. You didn’t bother hiding the smile as you saw the bottle still on the desk.

Maybe you’d keep it. Just to have a fond souvenir.

#genshin impact #genshin kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #xreader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #genshin fluff #genshin oneshots #genshin fanfic #also on ao3

[memestockpile]

marvin & tige (1983) feel free to change as needed.

you crazy little boy.

don’t give me any back talk.

would you wipe that frown off your face and get back over here?

i didn’t appreciate my mama while she was alive.

poor child.

come on out of there, baby.

if you feel that you could at least live one more night, i’d invite you home for a bowl of chili. 

you could get some rest. sleep on it.

that’s the way you should do things!

would you like to come home with me? you don’t have to if you don’t want to.

i really don’t think that you should be out here all by yourself. the boogeyman could get you.

i wouldn’t know. 

make yourself at home.

you know what makes you cry, don’t you? these sad thoughts, they trigger a reaction, and when these depressing, aggravating, and sad thoughts collect, crying is like decongesting a head cold.

so much for dinner!

sure you don’t want half?

put some music on.

you can stay here tonight. i could use the company. 

i think it’s good to be cautious, but i do give people the benefit of the doubt, sometimes. 

i have a deck of cards. wanna play?

i might not even make it to [age].

maybe i’m your guardian angel.

don’t see what the hell you’re complaining about, neither.

don’t talk that way. 

i can say whatever the hell i want.

this is my home. let’s get it straight. what i say goes. if you don’t like that idea, there’s the door.

i ain’t gotta do nothing you tell me. 

i’ll leave in the morning.

you don’t need a lot of money to live. you know what you need? a terrific sense of humor.

you can’t look at the sun without smiling.

you need a heavier coat.

get over here before you freeze your rump off.

i need a bedtime story.

you scared me, man. 

go on, take your bath. i’ll cook us something to eat.

you are unbelievable. 

i don’t know how many times i’ve started this puzzle, then i lose interest and put it away.

that, my friend, is the greatest mystery of them all.

go on in the kitchen and get yourself a glass of milk.

rarely does one drink for mere taste.

see, it pays to be honest.

i never said i was no genius.

i wanna at least be able to write my name and read a little bit. so i can be like other people.

still have that knife of yours?

how do you tell somebody you got one month to live?

you remember too much, man. 

do you believe in god? when he gonna come down and help us out?

you’re young, you’ll make it.

you respect others, and they respect you.

i asked you repeatedly not to swear.

don’t tempt me, son.

go to hell, bastard!

i don’t wanna go to them hospital people.

you take me for some kind of fool or something?

i’m not afraid of anything.

for all i know, you may be some kind of a nut who goes around digging things up on people and tries to blackmail them.

you had me so scared there for a while. 

i was wondering what would happen to you if sudden something happened to me.

you need clothing, and you need education, and you need regular meals. that’s what you need.

you sure you ain’t dying?

you’re going in there with me. otherwise, i’m gonna take you over my shoulder and carry you in.

don’t you know how to say hello to a person?

you ain’t never cared two cents about me. 

you must think this gonna make everything okay, don’t you? well, it ain’t.

i bet you wish i was dead.

we got some chocolate cake.

i hate to eat and run.

you are home. this is where you belong, and this is where i want you to stay.

you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.

i didn’t know what you was, come busting through the door like that.

this place just don’t seen the same no more.

that’s cute.

don’t you get lonely?

just want you to be happy, that’s all.

right now, the only thing that’s gonna make me happy is to see that mug of yours smile.

you need to shave. getting fuzzy.

will you laugh if i tell you something?

i love you. i had to tell you.

#askbox meme #ask meme #roleplay meme #rp meme #meme #sentence starters #sentence starter meme #rp sentence meme #roleplay sentence meme #sentence meme #tumblr roleplay #roleplay #askbox rp #askbox #ask #inbox rp meme #rp inbox meme #inbox meme #tumblr rp #rp

[hxhhasmysoul]

Au Gust - 2022 - 2. Artist’s Muse + 3. Countryside

Rating: Teen

Characters: Gon (POV) + others mentioned

Content Warnings: character death (not Gon), cult

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Many people had told Gon he was doing the wrong thing when five years ago he’d quit Hunter Art Collage, the most prestigious art school in the country, after just four semesters. Before that they treated him like their darling, the next big thing in the art world, the one to follow in his father’s footsteps. 

From early childhood Gon’d displayed unique talent for anything art. Whichever medium he touched he quickly attuned to it and learned how to get the most spectacular results out of it. The best hues or shapes. He had an innate knack for composition. Some said he had just some uncanny understanding of light because of how he used it in his works. 

That combined with the legacy of the Freecss name had opened the gallery doors for him and granted him invitations to the best schools. Just not to a phone call from his father who’d also never graced an opening or closing of Gon’s exhibitions with his presence. 

Up until five years ago he’d thought that if he improved, if he achieved mastery of the craft, if he mesmerised the critics and earned exhibitions in the top galleries around the world, that then finally his father would talk to him. That it would make him good enough for his father.

Then during the summer between his second and third year Abe collapsed and landed in the hospital. Thank goodness he was spending his summer at her farm otherwise she would’ve likely died then and there. 

The Freecsses used to be a large family, the house on the farm could easily accommodate ten people and according to Abe’s stories it did nearly half a century ago. However due to the passage of time combined with several tragedies only four of them remained. Mito was considering moving in with her grand mother, though that would’ve meant leaving her job and friends in Swardani. But in their conversation Abe shot down the idea and only agreed to Mito taking a week off to visit. Even Ging called Abe at the hospital to talk to her about arranging a live-in nurse. His great grandma showed no enthusiasm for that idea - a stranger at her house didn’t appeal to her at all.

Gon had left the room for that call, he didn’t even try to get in on the conversation. When he was standing in the corridor, he puzzled over his decision. He could’ve asked Abe to give him the phone, he could’ve talked to his father for the first time. He could’ve… Until it clicked for him. He didn’t care about his father at that moment. He was actually annoyed with Ging who didn’t even try to come himself, right off the bat he offered to hire someone in his stead. 

The years Gon had spent chasing the mirage of Ging suddenly felt extremely hollow to him. What would he even tell his father when the man showed up at Gon’s exhibitions. “Do you like my drawings dad?” Like a five-year-old seeking the highest prestige of having their stick figures displayed proudly on the fridge. “Would you like to keep this three square metre installation, dad? Or this one by two metre canvas?” “Will they fit on your fridge, dad?” 

Gon remembered trying to hold in a grim laugh, he was at a hospital after all, he didn’t want to creep out the people there. They had no context, they would’ve thought he was taking his great grandma’s condition lightly. He didn’t want others to even think that because Abe’s health actually mattered to him. She mattered to him. According to the doctors she was going to be fine she just needed to pace herself, maybe leave the farm. They didn’t get it that if she’d done that it would’ve killed her for sure. 

So he wrote to the college administrators that he wasn't coming back for the next semester. His teachers’d called him a fool, so did the people from the artworld - a false promise they dubbed him. Abe tried to dissuade him too. He didn’t feel like explaining himself to strangers but he told his great grandmother  - he couldn’t even think of making art, somehow it was tainted for him because of Ging. She didn’t question him. 

For the first year in the countryside he immersed himself in the farm life, learned how to garden and take care of animals - Abe had forsaken growing anything on the large fields long ago, she rented them out to her neighbours. She also took Gon to the forest and rekindled his interest in fishing, picking mushrooms and berries - things he loved to do as a kid but drifted away from as the pressures of the expectations of other people and the ridiculous goal of his took over his mind.

Then he started reconnecting with art. The drive inside his soul had been biding its time, giving him space. It knew it wasn’t welcome for the time being. Until he regained inner balance and then it started poking at him from the inside. Can I come out now? Can we do something together? Like old times. 

He started documenting the farm and Abe’s life. In the beginning he wrote down many of her stories, created detailed captions for the old photos but also for the objects around the house. They went into rooms that hadn’t been opened for decades, looked at furniture and trinkets that no one had uncovered or touched in years. And the art inside him rejoiced because all that gave it nourishment. 

He bought art supplies and picked up his easels and cameras from Mito’s place. He converted an unused stable into a workshop for his sculptures and installations. Abe helped him clear out one of the long abandoned bedrooms to accommodate his paints and canvases. Then he reanimated his social media and started updating his portfolio. 

The reaction was mixed. Some people loved his new works, encouraged him to film and upload his process. Though some critics looked down their nose at it, called it not “art” but “content”. Others on the other hand couldn’t believe that the Gon Freecss could’ve become a cottage core aesthetic blogger. They claimed it was subversive, a criticism of the social media culture. 

Gon stopped reading the articles on dedicated art websites. He put on hold sharing his new stuff until he calmed down. Both groups infuriated him with their lack of vulnerability that they had purposely trained out of themselves. Their perverse desire to find depth in the unobvious and the unappealing blinded them to the experience he was trying to convey. 

He knew how the artworld worked,though. He knew that they needed him to write commentary for his work. And it needed long ancient words put into pretentious and unnecessary monster sentences that took up a whole paragraph each. Had he been as rich and renowned as his father he would’ve had an assistant dedicated to writing just that.

He could do it himself, he knew how to. But he didn’t want to, not yet. Even though he was putting his documentation online, he didn’t feel like putting it in a gallery. Maybe someday. Maybe never, maybe not that. 

When Abe collapsed again and passed away before they reached the hospital, he settled for never. He still had parts of the house to work through - sensorially, emotionally, artistically. With her death they expanded with Abe’s personal possessions. 

It took him another two years to finish. To find closure and embark on the emotional journey that should end with him calling the farm his, not Abe’s. He could see it budding within him. Sometimes he thought of the place like that. Most of the time he didn’t, he still saw himself as a great grandson staying at her place. But she wanted him to own it, not just legally as he already did. She’d told him as much before she passed away. That’s why she’d introduced him to it so thoroughly. So that it’d embed in his soul. 

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Once he got up and had a small breakfast, Gon went to feed the animals. He started every day by walking to the shed and preparing buckets of feed. First on his list were the chickens,he had six of them (Ren, Ten, Hatsu, Zetsu, In and En),they were less interested in Gon in the morning before they ate but then followed him around like supervisors. 

Then he moved on to Nen - the pig they got from a farmer in the area who mistreated the gentle giant though back then a tiny piglet - and the three goats (Jan, Ken and Pon) who lived with him. It didn’t go as simply as just pouring the food into the trough, each and every animal required attention, pets and hugs. When he finished with those guys he went back to the kitchen. By then the barn cats had already gathered on the porch and he fed them there. 

To finish off his morning, though sometimes it bled into the afternoon, Gon picked up a basket and inspected the vegetable garden and the greenhouse for lunch and dinner ingredients. 

Having performed all his farm duties he had time for work. For whatever reason work meant trekking deep into the forest where he could climb rocks and peek from there at the holiday resort. 

Closure had left him hollow again. The art within had gone dormant without anything to nourish it. For months until summer started and on one his long aimless walks he’d found himself on top of the rocks and looked down. 

Usually the place left him indifferent. A complex of seven nearly identical buildings built maybe around the time he was born. Uninspired, soulless investment which in summer months used to offer mid range accommodation to families seeking vacations by the nearby lake and off season organised corporate retreats. 

As a kid he would meet children who stayed there by the lake and play with them there. When he’d moved in with Abe though he didn’t see the crowd he expected at the beach. Maybe two or three families, all had tents and campers parked nearby. 

He asked Abe whether the resort had gone under. She didn’t turn around towards him back then, she kept preparing cherries for preserves. She only said: now they rent out the whole place to a private group, a shame really, the kids made the area livelier. 

He had so much other stuff on his mind, like for instance the various preserves she needed his assistance with, that he just took the answer at face value and forgot about it.

The private group was a cult. Like a legit cult. When he’d seen them from above for the first time he searched them online. Some called the Zoldyck Path of Balance a self help coaching organisation, tricked by their sleek website and lofty manifesto but many saw it for what it truly was - a predatory cult. People wrote about their family members joining the Path, giving the organisation all their money and cutting ties with everyone outside of it.

Those testimonials just confirmed what he sensed by looking at the cult members from above, from where they couldn’t see him because they constantly seemed busy. If any one of them seemed even remotely idle another showed up and ushered them towards some task. 

He knew they couldn’t see him because they all kept their heads down and bowed even deeper when they interacted with one another. 

Well maybe one could. The one Gon’d painted and sketched several times already. The one whose face Gon had kind of seen because the man looked up and looked around. Just the distance didn’t let Gon see his features precisely.

He had a telescopic lens but he’d never brought it with him despite being so curious what the man actually looked like. It didn’t feel right to photograph someone without their consent, especially if that person’s autonomy was restricted in many other ways. 

And it wasn’t right because Gon knew he was projecting onto the man. That his fascination came from assuming that the man felt smothered, restricted, that he wanted to get out and set his own rules. Like Gon felt restricted by the artworld and by Ging’s legacy. 

Maybe the man felt content with where he was. Maybe the way he turned his head was involuntary, a tick of some sort and he didn’t really mean to look up. Or maybe it was actually his job to survey the area. He didn’t sport a uniform that differed in any way from the others but the other cult members never interacted with him when Gon was watching. Then again Gon didn’t know enough about the inner workings of the cult to be able to recognise a security guard. 

However confused and conflicted he felt by the whole situation he kept coming back. The art within him had latched onto the striking visual of the people in the compound, of that man and of all the possible scenarios his mind conceived.

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2.1k goddamn words. i blame @subdee for this because she gave me the idea to combine prompts. these were supposed to be micro fics not a 2k chapter one that i will clean up and continue on ao3! i got really into writing this, so idk if i’ll do any more prompts because i need to work more on my skating/hockey fic. but i also feel a deep need to make this into a proper story. curse it.  apart from prompt 26 because i promised to write a thing to a friend.

Au Gust 2022 prompts.

#hxh #gon freecss #hxh fic #au gust 2022 #modern au #countryside au #art au #there's a lot of rambling about art #basically i love art but the artworld makes me wanna laugh #i've read too many texts generated by galleries and critics for work reasons #i also am friends with a philosopher #these texts are fake deep and cringe #what can i say #anyway gon vs the artworld or something #but also the art of the things around us #and art as the means to process our inner selves #whatever #it's not that deep #all i write is entertainment #my trash writing #not edited

[knightcallie]

for the tav backstory ask game - 6, 8, 9, 23! :3

"Welcome to Baldur's Bounty! Our special guest today is Weichei Zauviir, a drow visitor from Rubenschaun! Mr. Zauviir, we have some burning questions for you!"

The drow slightly tilts his head, giving a polite smile. It seems he has experienced this kind of thing before, clasping his hands together on the arm of the couch. "Oh hallo! Come, sit!" he invites. When we finally sit, he says, "Ask away good saer," as he leans back a bit.

9. What did they do for work/to get by?

His dark lavender eyes sweep up and back to us, lips pursing in consideration. He shifts, replying, "I'm not sure how Faerûn feels about this career." It's careful, gauging. "But I am a bounty hunter by trade. It may have some overlap with monster hunting, but overall I have handled missing persons and on the rare occasion, it was strictly getting more information." It isn't always so gruesome. "I'll admit, I did lose much of my paycheck because of..." A sheepish, guilty smile appears. "Inn damages. For the better part of a decade or two."

6. When did your Tav learn their abilities/skills?

Weichei inclines his head, humming thoughtfully. "I've learned everything I know quite early on. Maybe too young for some," he admits. "My older sisters were in the assassin trade since they were in their double digits, so they prepped me since I was a baby." (What do you mean,, since you were a baby?) He rolls an open hand as he replies, "Well, small, small poison microdosing. Puzzles in varying forms." He brightens. "I especially like the weapon ones, lots of hidden compartments and all. Oh! And Vaddy and Ya-ya--"

He rambles about how each member of his family helped grow his skills and abilities. His father (Vaddy) is a blacksmith, so he knows how to discern good metals, good weapons for certain applications.

His twin older sisters (Yasdia and Vierna) taught him how to fight, how to sneak, how to do sleight of hand, how to craft weapons and poisons. They taught him the ins and outs of the dangerous trades and those connected to it, taught him the languages known in the trades.

His mother (Mumu) imparted some wisdom about her time as a poisoner, he could remember her foraging for specific species of plants and mushrooms, the murmured instructions as she pounded her mortar and pestle.

Then came various mentors and colleagues over the years as he went into the bounty trade. If going by the time he's been in the trades, he had the introduction of the assassin trade at 14 years old before fully committing to the bounty trade at 16 and then on. But overall, it was simply part of his childhood.

8. Does your Tav have any pets?

He breathes out a fondness, smile reaching his eyes. "Not many. Back in my early days, an old friend and bounty partner was given a loris as a gift from his deity. It wasn't exactly my pet, but I was the primary caretaker of Lor Jr when I put in a group with him."

There's some clarifying questions about this odd pet before he continues. "Then there were these two cats--" There's a reminiscing tone in his voice. "Mer, my deceased husband, and I took care of. The white one was Cushy, and the black one was Wishy. They just reminded us of each other, they were so cute..."

More recalling about those cats before moving on. "We've had a handful of other cats throughout the years, but we also had a lot of dogs. Beau, my other husband, grew up with them. But he always had a, kind of a...? Druidic? dog companion? His name is Boloo :)" He shifts to tuck his legs underneath him. "Jr comes and goes, but we did end up having hamsters, mice, rats, more cats, a stray ungulate? ever since having three daughters and a son."

23. Share any hcs/anything you want to say about your Tav’s backstory

He thinks about a fun fact to leave the audience with, ponderng intensely. "Did you know... I went to a spelljamming academy for a couple months?" Upon seeing our shocked surprise, he explains. "It was probably years after Mer passed away... My friend Syretia suggested applying to the academy, even would recommend me too. It was, what...? Only about a little over a month of training?" He does an unsure waving of his hand, face considering. "But after getting froze to death in a simulation and nearly getting charmed by a mindflayer--" (Aren't elves immuned to getting charmed?) He gives an unsure gesture. "I decided it wasn't for me and returned back to our world."

#bg3 writing #weichei #weichei zauviir #answered ask #bg3 tav #this is such a long post wough #i just thought this was a fun way to reply ok #drow tav #tav #my tav

[beezusweezus]

one time a group of my friends and I went over to one of our friend’s house for the first time, to make pizza and hang out. Most of them played video games and I sat at the kitchen table and finished his brother’s puzzle

#why am i like this #i love puzzles so much #remember to leave a puzzle out for your friends before inviting them over #i am actually #boring #santa claus #I WILL finish nearby puzzles #npc energy

[redpandaramblings]

Like Caramel For Chocolate- An Omega Bakugou x Alpha f!Reader fic. Part 6

Part 1 Here

Next part Here

Content Warning: Negative headspace, omegaverse, self deprecation, depressive thoughts, pushy parental figures, ambiguous omegaverse reproduction, unhealthy relationships, relationship that could be easily fixed if idiots would use their words and communicate, Shinso/Denki side relationship, Bakugou is a dumbass but so is y/n

Where we left off-

Before Bakugou could reply, the jeweler came back into the room and handed Denki a piece of paper.

“All right sir, here is your receipt! Your ring should be ready in three days.”

“Thanks.” Denki shoved the receipt into his pocket, quickly making his way to the door. “See you around Bakubro. Don't want to be late for my shift.” The door closed behind him with a bang.

Bakugou wasn’t annoyed though. Now he could pick out the perfect ring for Y/N and not worry about Kaminari being nearby. Everyone knows Kami can’t keep a secret to save his life.

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep all of this a secret.” Denki moaned into his hands. He was sitting with his head buried in his arms. Y/N reached across the table and gently petted his hair.

“I know what you mean, but I don’t think either of us are in a good position to start telling people.”

Y/n and Denki sat in a secluded corner of a dimly lit cafe. Both of them had this time free and both of them definitely needed to talk. They stood a lot less chance of anyone asking questions if they were just two friends getting lunch instead of them privately going to each other’s apartments.

Denki looked up, giving Y/N a wide eyed expression. “I know, but I wasn’t expecting Bakugou to show up when I was dropping off that abomination of a ring! I just was lucky the jeweler had already taken it to the back. You were right by the way, that thing is absolutely horrendous. Like, was the designer blind?”

Y/N snorted. “From what I’ve heard, great great grandpappy had a lot more money than brains and wanted to impress his omega by shoving as many stones onto a ring as possible.”

“No kidding. I think it can be seen from space.”

“Very likely.” Y/N chuckled before slumping back into her seat with a sigh. “Though I might have an idea about what Bakugou was doing there.”

“Wait, seriously?”

Y/N nodded with a sigh. “Yeah. When I got back he invited me to the summer festival. I’d forgotten about it.”

“Ah shit, yeah. Isn’t that your guys' anniversary?”

“Yep.” Y/N sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Of course he had to pick this time to actually celebrate. We haven’t gone or done anything… God, I think since he became a hero.”

“So you think he was getting a gift.” Denki sat back as the server came, placing your orders in front of each of you. You both murmured your thank yous and waited until the server was out of earshot before resuming your conversation.

“Yeah, he had to have been. Makes me feel terrible, but there wasn’t a good time to… Well…”

Y/n gestured between herself and Denki.

“Tell him that you’ve been betrothed to an omega of much superior looks, breeding, and manners?”

You gave Denki a little kick under the table as he cackled. He grinned cheekily as he poked at his food. “Sorry. Humor is my coping mechanism. I get it though. Timing sucks all the way around.”

You nodded, sighing and taking a bite of your own food. “Can’t say anything during his heat. Then his schedule was swamped, and I had to sort things out with you. Then bam, anniversary that for some reason he decided to remember this year.”

Denki snorted, popping a bite into his mouth. “That’s about the long and the short of it. And we haven’t even begun to figure out how to tell everyone we’ve not only accepted arranged betrothals, but that we’re engaged to each other.”

“I don’t know, I was kind of hoping we could just move to Tahiti and never speak to our former friend groups ever again?”

“A valid possibility. But that means we’d have to learn French and maybe Tahitian. You know I only passed English because Hitoshi and his dad coached me.”

“Fair point.” You sighed heavily. “But I’m really not looking forward to these conversations.”

“They have to happen though. You might have some anonymity to hide behind, but I’d rather my friends not find out about our engagement when they see an article about Chargebolt getting married.”

“Really?” You smirked slightly. “Then you’re going to tell everyone at your agency, hmm?”

Denki kicked you under the table. “Shut up!”

You poked at your food again as the smile fell from your lips. “So… Did you get a chance to think about what I sent you?”

Kaminari nodded. “Yeah. And I hate to say it, but I think you’re right.”

“I thought about it a lot. I hate to leave the area, but it would be too awkward to stay here after everything.”

A few days ago you had sent Denki an email with a list of places that had job openings that would suit both of you. You both loved where you lived, but after everything, how could you stay? There’s no way the two of you could continue to keep living in the same apartment building as Bakugou. That would be cruel. Cruel to whom you didn’t quite want to think about. You spoke up again.

“Any place catch your eye?”

Kaminari nodded. “I was kind of thinking Okinawa. I have a few connections there. Decent distance from here and from our parents. And that would probably be the easiest transition.”

“Works for me.” You said, as if it wasn’t ripping your heart out to do this. It hurt. But it had to happen. In the end, you had to believe this was what was best for everyone. It might take some time, but this was it. This was what would make everyone happy in the long run.

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

Shinsou was worried. Denki had been acting odd. And that’s saying something. The blond omega was usually loud and bubbly, the life of the agency. At least once a week, he invited Shinsou out for drinks, meals, clubs, karaoke, or some other nonsense. But ever since he’d gotten back from his three day leave, Kaminari had been acting strange. When he thought no one was looking, he was quiet. Withdrawn. Like he was puzzling out the toughest problem of his life.

Denki having a problem? Pretty typical. Denki having a problem and not talking to Shinsou about it? Pretty unusual. The blond had always come to the purple haired alpha with even the simplest of problems. Apartment searches, furniture assembly, what support items would suit his quirk best, even things like what to get from Starbucks. And even though he might groan and roll his eyes, secretly Hitoshi loved every second of it. When he had helped by digging through websites, cobbling together a rickety shelf, or reminding Denki that he always got the most cloyingly sweet items on the menu; Hitoshi got to pretend that he was Denki’s alpha.

Shinsou wasn’t sure exactly when he had fallen in love with Denki. Probably had been since high school at least. His dad had warned him against loud blonds while his father had laughed. But he couldn’t help it. Kaminari had been one of the first people to enthusiastically believe in him. Had always sought him out and wormed his way into Shinsou’s life and heart. And now Shinsou couldn’t understand it, but Denki was pulling away. Even as he watched the blond who was typing up a report on his computer, it somehow felt like Kaminari was slipping right through his fingers.

Shinsou cleared his throat. Kaminari glanced up. “Yeah man? What’s up?”

“You doing okay, Denks? You’ve seemed a little out of it.”

Denki met his eyes, startled, then quickly glanced away. “Yeah. Yep! Totally fine.”

“Denki. I know you.”

Kaminari sighed and slumped on his desk. “Just some life stuff. Family stuff. Friend stuff.”

Shinsou frowned, walking over to place a hand on Denki’s shoulder. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Denki snorted and laughed quietly. Shinsou furrowed his brows.

“Yeah” Denki sighed. “I know. But half of it isn’t really my stuff to tell and the other half isn’t exactly worth talking about.”

“You sure? We could go grab one of your obnoxiously sweet coffees after work. Go to mine or yours, watch an old crappy horror.”

“Tempting. Thanks man. I would, really, but I got some stuff I have to do after work. Some other time maybe.”

Shinsou frowned. It was rare for the omega to turn down an invitation for a movie night. Hell, it was rare for Denki to turn down an invitation, end stop. It made him even more worried about his omega… friend. His omega friend. His friend who just so happens to be an omega. Hitoshi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He really didn’t want to ruin the best friendship he had. But he couldn’t keep this up much longer. His alpha had decided on the electric blond long ago, and the omega’s unusual behavior and unhappy scent was driving him wild with the need to protect. He really needed to pull himself together and confess soon.

“Well, whenever you’re free then,” Shinsou said, reluctantly letting his hand fall from Denki’s shoulder. “You know my number.”

Denki nodded and looked up, giving him half a smile. “I do. Thanks Shinsou.”

Shinsou walked back to his desk, his mind made up. He needed to tell his omega how he felt, and soon.

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

Y/N twisted and turned, looking at herself in the mirror. It had been a very long time since she’d worn a yukata. It didn’t feel right to dress up like this. But wearing anything else also felt wrong. Everything about this date felt wrong. Like this was the kind of she she did in another life. And now here she was, going on a date with the man she loved. Who she’d always love. And who she’d already decided she was going to let go.

Y/N snorted and fussed with her hair a bit. Maybe she should have just refused this date. Claimed to be sick or something. But that felt wrong too. So, she just had to get through tonight. After all, what’s one more night of pretending everything is fine? Hopefully this could be a good memory from a relationship that just wasn’t meant to be. After tonight, she’d wait a couple days and then talk to Bakugou and let him go like he clearly wanted.

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

Katsuki was going to throw up.

He was going to throw up, right here, all over himself and all over shitty hair, too. His red headed friend was giving him a pep talk as he helped Bakugou into his jinbei. Not that Bakugou needed the help. Or the pep talk. It just was easier to let the squad come over when they had found out about his date. It’s not like he wanted them there or anything. Once Kiri, Mina, and Sero realized he was going to use this date to ask Y/N to be his mate, they had insisted on helping him get ready.

None of them knew about the little velvet box in his pocket and that his plans went further than just asking Y/N to be his mate. Bakugou bit his lip to keep from frowning as he looked over his friends, a certain loud blond conspicuously missing. You wouldn’t hear Katsuki admit it out loud, but he really wished Denki could have been here. He loved the others, and they were great in their own ways. But Denki was his pack’s other omega. He got it in a way that the others didn’t. After tonight, he’d have to make sure to catch Pikachu up on all the news. Hell, maybe he could help his fellow blond finally talk to that purple haired idiot he’d been mooning over for years. Everyone in the pack knew Denki’s family had been harping at him to settle down for quite a while.

Bakugou looked up in time to see Mina coming at him with the hair grease. He threw up his hands.

“Fuck no! Keep that shit away from me!”

“You’ve got to do something about that pile of straw you call a haircut. Besides, Wouldn’t it be nostalgic? Weren’t you interning for Best Jeanist again when you asked Y/N out the first time?”

“Yes, and I’d rather shave myself bald than ever have my hair like that again!”

Mina sighed. “Fine. We’ll do something else. But if I can’t slick it back, you will be wearing eyeliner!”

“IN YOUR DREAMS, PINKY!”

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

You waited outside the entrance to the festival. It was strangely soothing to watch the people flow by, like you were a rock overlooking a stream. There were groups of friends, couples both young and old, families where the laughing children ran ahead of their parents eager to get inside. You gave a small smile at the last. Maybe that could be you someday, a parent getting to see a festival through the eyes of a child again. Though the mental picture was hazier than it used to be. The children you half imagined just blurs of colorful yukatas, instead of loud and stubborn blond haired brats with their father’s eyes and attitude. You huffed a quiet laugh to yourself as a thought occurred to you. If you and Kaminari actually went through with this plan, decent chance the kids would still be blond. The thought hurt a little.

“Y/N!”

You looked up and had the breath knocked out of your lungs.

Katsuki was beautiful. You knew it. Thought it often, even. But tonight he practically glowed. His hair had been tamed into a softer look than usual. The jinbei he wore was the perfect compliment to his skintone. Was that… Yes. Dark eyeliner made his crimson eyes pop. Your heart ached. You’d always love this man. No matter how it tore you apart, he’d always own part of your heart and soul. You smiled weakly and raised your hand in greeting.

“Hey. You look good.”

“Thanks.” Bakugou scratched the back of his head. “Mina got ahold of me.”

“That explains it then.”

“Hey!” Katsuki gently elbowed you in the side before taking his place next to you. “You saying I can’t dress up on my own?”

“Yes.”

“Y/N!” You dodged out of the way as he swatted at you, laughing. Yes. This could be it. One last good night.

“Shall we go in?” You asked, holding out your hand.

“That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?” Katsuki asked as he walked past you, ignoring your hand.

You gave a quiet smile as you followed.

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

Katsuki picked at his food, none of it making it to his mouth. He was going to be sick. He was going to be sick right here and some paparazzi was going to see and take a picture and the big headline tomorrow was going to be “A Puke Worthy Proposal.” He was trying his best to keep up the illusion that everything was fine and normal, but it was rough. It had been a long time since he’d taken his alpha on even a normal date. And this wasn’t any normal date. It didn’t help that things were feeling forced and awkward.

He wanted to hold your hand, but his own hands were sweating buckets. He tried to keep up casual conversation, but that was getting harder and harder as the night wore on. Every sentence he wanted to just blurt it out and get it over with. It was impossible to keep talking about what vendors he recognized when all he wanted to say was “I love you and I’ll always love you and I want you by my side until the sun stops shining.”

It didn’t help that things felt awkward. Almost nothing was feeling easy or natural. It really had been far too long since the two of you had gone on any sort of date. He frowned as he thought about it. It had been over a year, at least. Longer, even. Well, he was going to have to fix that. He’d be able to use some of that pro hero paycheck and spoil you like you deserved. His Y/N. His mate. And soon, his wife.

Bakugou stared at nothing, his eyes going unfocus as he started daydreaming about how spectacular your wedding would be.

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

This was a disaster. You glanced over to where Bakugou stood picking at his food, looking bored. You’d been trying to keep up the conversation, but for the past several minutes you’d only gotten hums or grunts in response to anything you said.

“It’s amazing how they got all those pro heroes to dance nude as one of the main attractions this year.”

Katsuki grunted.

Yeah, he wasn’t paying attention at all.

You sighed, looking down at your own untouched food. You never should have agreed to come. At least this date was proving it to you. This had to end. The two of you didn’t know how to be a couple anymore. It was even clearer that Katsuki wasn’t even interested in trying. You had no idea why he wanted to have this date in the first place. Some bizarre sense of obligation? Maybe his heat had shaken him up enough that his omega needed the sense of normalcy? This issue was this wasn’t normal for the two of you anymore. It hadn’t been for a very long time. You sighed, glancing around for a trash can to oust you untouched dango.

A loud pop caused you to look up. The fireworks were about to start.

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

Bakugou looked up at the sound of the first firework.

“Wanna head to the pier?”

You nodded quietly, following him as he led the way. He was sweating so much now that if he set himself off he’d take out half the city.

This was it. It was almost time. The two of you were going to watch the fireworks from the out of the way pier like you had all those years ago. It was at the end of that fireworks show the two of you had had your first kiss. And this time… Well this time at the end of the show he was going to propose and you were going to say yes, and it was going to be perfect.

That is if he didn’t barf before you two got there.

“Hurry up,” he grunted as he picked up the pace.

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

You tried not to flinch at Bakugou’s harsh tone. He clearly wanted to get this night over with even more than you did. You tried not to let it hurt.

The pier was empty as it always was. The lack of lighting keeping others away. The first time you had discovered it, it had felt hidden and intimate. Now it felt desolate. Lonely.

You walked up to the railing and stared at the sky. The fireworks didn’t feel magical anymore either. Your fingers wrapped around the railing as you glanced to the side. Bakugou wasn’t even looking up. He was staring at the reflections of flashes in the dark swirling water below.

You couldn’t do this anymore.

No more.

The fireworks illuminated you as your grip on the railing tightened until your knuckles turned white.

“Katsuki?”

“”What?” He asked roughly, barely glancing your way.

“Let’s break up.”

And that was Part 6, my darlings! Hope you're enjoying the drama, because there's more angst on the way! You can scream at me about the cliffhanger in replies, reblogs, tags or asks. :P

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[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

May I ask the reaction and headcannons of Yandere Germany student and Yandere Russia student upon learning they are rivals with each other for the love of reader?

Following the question that the reader is the president of the student council-

It turns out that one day the two of them were simply going to confess to the reader, but she unfortunately had to leave the place where she always was to lead a school club. So when they entered the place expecting to see the reader, both would meet not with the reader, but with the other, seeing that they were going to do just what they thought... confess, thus initiating the rivalry. (Maybe they were carrying roses, a stuffed animal, a poster with love phrases for the reader, etc. So it was obvious)

Thaaaaaaaaaaanks!

You are very welcome!

The halls of Earth Ambience High School looked like any typical high school. Dingy white tile floors, ugly beige walls, and worn wooden doors.

To many, their time here would be reviewed with positive memories. For others, they would roll their eyes as they remembered the stupidity of their youth and the audacity of their peers. Yet, for two young men, Earth Ambience was the beginning of an intense rivalry over one young woman.

It started on a warm, bright April day in an empty student council room.

Germany: Luther’s violet eyes widened a fraction at the sight of the tall Russian before him. His jaw almost his the flower when he noticed the Viktor Braginsky was carrying a bouquet of soft silver and blue iridescent moonflowers.

With a blond brow raised and a loud scoff, Luther asked what he was doing there, who were the flowers for. He watched as Victor's eyes narrowed at the interrogation. The taller man appeared to deem Luther as nothing more than a pesky flea. Yet, Viktor still answered him.

His answer was (Y/N) and Luther's heart halted as a loud plastic crunch filled the air.

This lazy dog would be shocked. Viktor liking the same person would be crushing to most. To Luther, it just means a rich reward at the end of the fight.

Already knowing Viktor's reputation, Luther wouldn't strike at that moment. Instead, he would mockingly retreat promising to treat him to a true battle on a different day.

For the next few days, Luther would stay close to you, playing the part of your new best friend. His goal of swaying your view of others would prevail with the deepening friendship. He then plans on manipulating friendship into love by convincing those around you that you are already a couple.

This would hopefully deter Viktor from closing in since all your peers expect the two of you to end up together. If the peer pressure works, then Luther is happy to hold you close.

If not or if Viktor doesn't bow out, then violence becomes his next step. Firstly, you would be kidnapped and held within Luther's home. While Viktor is looking for you, he would be ambushed. Viktor's intelligence and perception would determine his survival, but in the end, Luther's goal is his death.

In the end, this dog ensures that he is on top.

Russia: The creaking of the council room door put Viktor on alert as he turned to face it. His heart picked up as he prepared to offer it. The moonflowers clutched a little tighter in his fists.

His grip loosened and his heart rate calmed when a muscular German stepped through the door. Viktor’s normally stoic look took on an annoyed glare as Luther looked him over. Their staredown lasted a few tense seconds before an interrogation began. Each question and sneer from the shorter man put pieces together like a simple child’s puzzle for the Russian.

In his ‘kindness’ Viktor decided to be blunt with Luther and hide nothing from his rival.

“She is already mine.”

Viktor wouldn’t be angry, more annoyed knowing someone else was pursuing you. With his warning set, Viktor will do two things. The first one is to continue his attempts at courting you. They follow the traditional sense of gifts and invitations. The second is ensuring that Luther will never get his chance to get near you. To do both Viktor makes use of his sisters and the Baltic trio.

This combination helps a lot with keeping Luther away, but it's not one hundred percent effective. Each time the two of you are together, he will do whatever he can to appear as the superior choice. Even dropping subtle hints about the failure of his rival.

If neither of these works then a simple kidnapping and moving should do the trick. This prevents the least amount of trails and this way Luther can't follow. Should the stubborn German try, then Viktor feels no guilt of leaving his body in a frozen lake.

In the end, he will ensure that you are secure in his arm.

#2p headcanons #2p hetalia #yandere #yandere hetalia #2p yandere #2p germany #2p russia

[alienguts]

Latte Macchiato (Bruce Wayne x f!reader)

Summary: On a rainy day off, Bruce takes Y/N to her favourite café as a surprise.

Warnings: None, fluff 🥰

Request?: Requested by @halietigges

A/N: I had an absolute blast writing this! Soft Bruce Wayne content will always be special to me 🥺

“Get ready, I’ve got a surprise for you,” Bruce said to Y/N as he poked his head into the bedroom. She looked out of the window on the other side of the room and gave him a puzzled look, putting her bookmark back into the book she was reading.

“But it’s raining, Bruce,” she said.

“Don’t worry about that, the surprise will be indoors,” he said with a soft smile before leaving to attend to whatever he was doing in the cave.

For the first time in a very long time, the stars had aligned and allowed Bruce and Y/N to take a day off on the same day. And while Bruce was someone who didn’t really know the meaning of the words ‘day off’, Y/N wasn’t exactly the workaholic her husband was and cherished those days that she had to do nothing but read in bed. It had rained for almost a week straight and she had no intention of going outside, but she was curious to see what this surprise of his was.

She wasn’t really in the mood for dressing up fancy for any paparazzi that may find them, so she settled on jeans and a cosy sweater that she could keep dry with her raincoat. Bruce apparently had the same idea, as he had chosen a similar outfit.

“Great minds think alike, huh?” Y/N said when she met him at the front door. 

“I guess they do,” he said as he stood up after tying his shoelaces. “You look really pretty, by the way.”

“Stop,” Y/N said with an eye roll. Bruce helped her into her coat and then put his own on before grabbing the keys to his Bentley.

“Ready to go?” he asked, pulling the hood of his raincoat up.

“Yup, let’s go be ducks,” Y/N said cheerfully.

Y/N didn’t expect the drive from the manor and into the suburbs of Gotham to take so long, but she was perfectly fine with listening to the radio softly playing music while the rain outside steadily fell on the car. Every so often Bruce would take his hand off of the steering wheel to rest it on her thigh, just above her knee to keep it chaste.

Even during the rain, traffic was a pain in Gotham, and it took a good half an hour to get into the suburbs. The rain had hit the windshield in sheets, making it difficult to see when Bruce turned the car off. Y/N tried to peer through the window to see where they were but had no luck.

“Recognise where we are?” he asked her, flicking a switch to unfog the windows.

Y/N looked out into the rain again, and instantly recognised the warm glow of a small café.

“You remembered!” she said with an excited smile.

“Of course I remembered,” Bruce said warmly. “I could never forget any of your favourite things.”

Y/N leaned over the centre console to kiss him.

“Thank you, honey,” she whispered against his lips. “This is the best surprise you’ve given me yet.”

“Better than when I asked you to marry me?” he asked teasingly.

“Okay, not as good as that, but still, thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, I think we should get inside before the owners wonder why there’s a fancy car sitting out in the rain.”

The two of them drew their hoods up and made a mad dash from the car to the café, water splashing with every step they took.

The cafe’s interior was just as warm and cosy as it looked from the outside. The walls were painted with earth tones, paintings of landscapes hanging on them, mingling in with the indoor plants that were dotted around the store. Warm yellow lights hung low from the ceiling, making the room seem darker, but more inviting. A friendly looking toy poodle sat on its own special pillow next to the counter, looking up when Bruce and Y/N entered and wagging his tail cutely in the hopes of getting scritches from some new friends.

“You go grab us a table and I’ll order some drinks,” Bruce said to Y/N who was trying to take his coat off of him so she could hang it up.

Y/N picked a spot next to the large store window and sat in the comfortable suede armchair, sinking into the soft cushion as she felt her body relax down to her bones. Even on her day off, she could be tense, but being in her happy place with her favourite person could always cheer her up. Especially when her happy place had a cute puppy who liked the attention.

Bruce returned to their table with a tray loaded with goodies: two slices of cake, an Americano for him, and her favourite latte for her. Y/N could have squealed in delight, she was so excited.

“So what’s the occasion?” she asked as she took a bite of cake.

“No occasion, I just know that you like coming here,” Bruce said, taking the sugar canister to pour a teaspoon or so into his coffee. “I remember the last time we were here you wondered what it would be like to sit in the window while it’s raining, and I just acted spontaneously.”

“Good thing I like spontaneity, ” she said with a smile. Y/N picked up her latte and blew on the hot liquid, cooling it down before she took a sip. Warmth spread through her entire body when she swallowed the coffee and she sat back in her armchair.

“Feeling okay there?” Bruce asked her with a chuckle.

“I’m more than okay,” Y/N sighed. “I have my favourite man to spend time with me in my favourite place.”

The poodle had jumped down from his place on the counter and made his way over to the two of them, asking for pets, which Y/N happily gave him, always a sucker for dogs.

The rain outside had eased up, gently patting against the window in steady drops rather than the sheets that fell from the sky earlier.

“I can see why you like this place so much,” Bruce said as he cradled his coffee cup in his hands.

“It’s great, isn’t it? I found it a couple of years ago and wanted to find somewhere quiet to chill out for a little while.”

“You definitely have good taste in coffee shops.”

“I guess I do,” Y/N said as she gathered some leftover cake frosting from her plate into her finger.

After a good two hours spent drinking the best coffee in Gotham and having easy conversations about work, life, and everything in between, it was time for the Waynes to go home. The rain had eased off considerably since they arrived, only a drizzle was left and the sun could just be seen peeking out from the clouds. A couple of other customers had snapped a couple of photos of the city’s favourite couple, as Twitter had shown, but neither of them really minded. It came with Bruce’s status after all.

“We should come here more often,” Bruce said as he buckled his seatbelt.

“If only we had the time,” Y/N said wistfully. 

“We could always make time,” Bruce said, but Y/N knew that wasn’t going to be possible.

Between Wayne Enterprises, public events, and his nightly escapades, Bruce Wayne was not a man who had a lot of time on his hands. She’d known that for a very long time but she accepted that this was just a part of who he was.

“We could, but I don’t know if we will,” Y/N said as she fiddled with a loose thread on her sweater. Bruce placed his hand over hers, making her turn her head to look at him.

“I’ll always make time for you,” he said gently, his face sincere.

“Promise?” she asked quietly, her voice just above a whisper. He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed her knuckles softly.

“Promise. Now let’s get home, the boys will be wondering where we’ve been all day,” he said as he turned the key in the ignition.

“They’ll probably demand to know why we left them to patrol in the rain,” Y/N said with a giggle.

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Little Lie

Summary: You just wanted to go to a party, but Jimin is determined to make sure everyone knows you are his.

Trigger warning: Smut, yandere themes, non-con, abuse, facial.

Jimin

Yandere! Jimin Playboy! Jimin

"Jimin," you whine, both from pleasure and from frustration. You were trying to be mad at him, but right now you were struggling to remember your own name.

You had been getting ready to go to your friend's party this afternoon. It would be the first time in months you'd be going out without him because he has a family event tonight that you were not invited to. He wasn't thrilled about the idea but after much convincing, he agreed to let you go.

While you were almost ready to leave, Jimin had started pawing at you, groping you. You had dealt with this mood of his 100 times before and it was always easier and quicker just to give him what he wanted than to argue with him.

Soon, he was rocking his hips against you, pressing you hard into the kitchen table. You were moaning and moving with him. The both of you pushing the other to climax. Crying his name and clinging to him as he filled you.

As he pulls out of you you need to clamp your thighs shut. He came so much that you can feel it flowing down your thighs and onto the table in an instant. Kissing you again and again he stretches your dress lower, helping you back onto the floor. The movement further making his release drip from inside you, the top of your thighs becoming slick.

Noting your discomfort, he has a striking grin plastered on his face, looking calmed and euphoric in the afterglow while he watches you run your hands down your outfit.

"Come on, let's go.  I'll take you to see your ex-boyfriend." He suddenly says taking your hand.

"What?" you mutter, looking across his face for an explanation.

"He's going to be there, right?" he smirks.

"Ah," you stutter, searching for a response.

Of course, you knew your ex would be going, but you had decided it was best to lie just a little to avoid any conflict or trouble. Not even really a lie, just omitting certain facts. Plus, it's not like you had feelings for your ex anymore. You more than likely wouldn't even talk to him during the night. But you knew Jimin wouldn't like it and you didn't want to risk not being allowed to go tonight.

Unfortunately for you, since your friends had started getting ready early, they were already posting pictures online. Whether it was out of curiosity, boredom, or because he was checking up on you, while you were showering Jimin was scrolling through their feed when he saw your ex-boyfriend in a few of the pictures.

And as he often did, Jimin pushed rational thinking aside and assumed that you were lying to him because you had feelings for this other man.

"Let's go. I'll drop you off," he says again. Nervously you accept his hand, unable to read his mood under the bright smile he has on. Right away he starts leading you towards the front of the house.

"I'm not going to talk to him. I'm going for everyone else, not him." You try to reassure him.

"Okay," he unexpectedly shrugs it off. Sounding unbothered.

"You're not mad?" You ask tepidly receiving a shake of the head.

"Nope. I want you to have fun, Y/n." 

You can't believe how decent he is being. You were certain the night was about to be ruined for you. But here he is adverting your expectations. Letting you go off by yourself, even after everything.

Stopping at the entrance toilet, you pull from him only to have your arm snatched back and to be held in place.

"Nuh-uh." he draws you towards the front door again.

"Huh?" you tug back fighting through your confusion. Forcing a small smile to match his energy. "Jimin, I need to clean up," you explain with a small glow of embarrassment on your cheeks.

"No, you don't. You're perfect like this." he chuckles, leaning into you kissing you softly.

"But," You look up at him with a pout and furrowed brows. "there is cum running down my legs," you whisper.

"Good." His arms wrap around you tightly, his fingers digging into your skin. He kisses you again, grinning with a chuckle.

"What?" You're sure he can't be serious. There has to be some kind of misunderstanding.  "No, I'm going to get cum on my dress, and it's too short. People will see." you try again to clarify, looking up at him utterly puzzled.

"Good," he repeats.

You're flustered. You don't want to go out like this. There is no way he can mean it. It would be so embarrassing if anyone noticed.

"Stop! I know you're just trying to make me stay home." You scold.

Out of space to resist, you reluctantly let him push his tongue into your mouth. You're certain Jimin has to be angry. He is being so stubborn and crude right now. However, he is also being very affectionate and bubbly. Which is not just making you confused but also frustrated by his unreasonableness.

Breaking the kiss, he keeps peppering small ones along your jaw until his mouth comes to your ear. "No, I'm not. I'll take you there right now."

"Jimin. I'm not going there like this!" you yell, shaking your head trying to make him listen to you.

Laughing, he ignores you, only continuing to yanks you and drag you out the front door, crushing your hand and forcing you to take large steps to keep pace with him.

By the time he shoves you into the passenger side, your dress, thighs, and now his car seat are a sticky mess. You yank on the door handle as soon as it shuts, but it doesn't open. Jimin had flicked on the child lock when he pushed you in.

You're starting to panic. You have to get him to stop. He is going to humiliate you. And on top of everything you haven't even got your jacket, purse, shoes, or underwear. It's just you and your thigh-high black dress. He is really about to put you out there, in front of all of your friends, while you're exposed like this. Even if you were to rush to the bathroom right away, you'd have to get there first. Which means there is too high a risk that someone would notice.

"Jimin! Stop being a dick!" you snap as soon as he opens his door, trying to sound authoritative. "Let me out. I am not playing anymore."

He slides in beside you, slamming his door loudly, smacking his hands against the steering wheel. Remaining determined, you do your best not to let his aggressive movements intimidate you.  Honestly, you'd almost rather he hit you right now because you know he wouldn't let you go out with a black eye.

"You wanted to sneak out and see your ex, Angel. So let's go see him." the smile in his eyes goes cold. His tone becoming distant.

"Oh for the love of-" you roll your eyes. "So what? Your plan is to mark your territory by making me see him with your cum all over me? Stop being pathetic!"

"Pathetic?!" he hisses.

His eyes go dark as he lunges at you across the centre console. You jerk back, banging into the door and window to try to avoid him. But you don't have a chance. Pressing his body weight into you, he keeps you trapped in the corner by digging his forearms across your throat. You thump your palms into his side, into his face, hoping to get him off you but no amount of struggling seems to phase him.

Prying his free hand between your thighs, he forces his fingers into you roughly, pushing them deep, curling them inside you.

"Ji-" you gasp from pain as Jimin pumps a third finger inside you. "Stop, it hurts!" you scream.

"Let's see," he pauses, pulling out of you. "if any of them," he brings his wet hand up and smacks it to your cheek, rubbing and smothering his cum over all your face. "want you after this."

Finally, he lets loose your throat, dropping back into his seat with a snicker.

Frozen, panting in the corner, you're staring straight ahead in shock at what he just did. At what he just said. Tears spring to your eyes, horrified by his plan.

He can't make you go out like this.

Yanking on the handle again, trying to lower the power windows, you have no better luck than before.

He starts the car, pulling on the road. A satisfied smirk smile on his face.

You wipe at your cheeks, your lips, your forehead. But the more you try to clear, the more it spreads and drys on your skin.

You had been trying so hard to hide from your friends how badly Jimin treats you. You'd gotten questions here and there about some of the bruises you had on your arms and legs, but you'd always managed to explain them away. But after this. After he kicks you out of the car looking like some kind of abuse victim, they'll never look at you the same.

"Jimin." You cry. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry baby." you lean over the seat stroking his arm, trying to get him to lighten up. To change his mind. "Please. Please don't make me go. Please." you beg, tears pouring out of you. 

But your pleas fall on deaf ears.

"Don't worry Angel," he turns to you, once more with a dazzling smile on his face. "we're just gonna show you around for a little bit. Then I'll bring you home."

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