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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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pussy privileges

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warnings: 18+ only!, smut, female receiving oral, p in v sex, multiple orgasms, partying, drinking, mentions of a drunk driving crash, rafe is kind of mean but in the grand scheme of rafe not really, established relationship

“i thought we were gonna go on a date.” you cross your arms as rafe finishes buttoning up his shirt.

“we are going out.” rafe tries to justify, but you shake your head. “you’re taking me to a house party, rafe. thats not a freaking date.”

“ill take you out tomorrow. dinner and a movie?” rafe offers to pacify the angry look on your face.

“fine.” you shrug, knowing there is no convincing rafe to not go the party if hes set his mind on it. you point at rafe, making sure he’s paying attention to you. “but im not happy about it.”

you don’t talk to rafe the entire ride there. you would have told him you were staying home, but you already got dressed up and don’t want to waste a full face of makeup and outfit.

“be right back, baby.” rafe says, making you throw your hands up as he walks away to talk to topper, having just entered the party a few minutes ago and your boyfriend is already abandoning you.

“god, rafe is being a dick today.” you groan, stomping up to your friend, who simply shakes her head and hands you a drink. you know that rafe isn’t really being a dick, not in comparison to how he treats other people, but you can’t resist the urge to complain.

“promising to take me out on a nice date night only to take me to a party and fuck off with topper.” you roll your eyes, downing your drink quickly before refilling the cup.

rafe finds you half an hour later, dancing with your friends. the music is so good you don’t stop him when his hands land on your hips, joining you in dancing.

you grind against him until your feet start to hurt, the song shifting to one you haven’t heard before. “rafey.” you whine, leaning back into him. “wanna go home.” “come on, you can wait. keep dancing.” rafe pushes his hips into your bum, making you roll your eyes. “no! im tired.”

rafe taps your hips, trying to encourage you to move, but you keep yourself standing still, much to his displeasure. “baby.” rafe turns you around so you’re facing him. he cups your cheeks as he speaks, “a bit longer. i like you dancing up on me.”

“fine.” you sigh. “gotta get me another drink though.” “thats my girl.” rafe smirks, grabbing a white claw off a nearby table before quickly coming back, pushing it into your hand before twisting your hips around, almost causing you to stumble as he presses his chest into your back, dancing into you again.

“rafey.” you whine when you realize he didn’t even open the can for you like he always does, but hes far too into dancing into you to hear your complaints over the loud music.

you manage to open the can without breaking a nail, grinding back slightly into rafe until you’ve finished the can, the alcohol moving through your system enough to ignore how much your heels are beginning to hurt, dancing back into rafe.

“god, you’re hot.” he groans into your ear, pressing a kiss under your ear before moving to your neck, burying his head in your soft skin, inhaling your scent.

“rafe!” you shout when his mouth presses against your skin and he sucks an incredibly visible hickey into your neck. you pull away quickly, but know it’s already going to bruise as you turn with a frown, your hands on your hips.

“sorry.” rafe says, but the smile on his face shows that he’s not actually sorry.

“whatever.” you sigh, rubbing at the spot. “just take me home.”

“fine.” rafe sighs, reaching for your hand, knowing it’s getting too late anyways. he tugs you through the crowd until you get outside.

“did you drink or take anything?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at rafe when he walks towards his truck. it’s only a short drive home, but you don’t want anything to happen.

“barely.” rafe says, unlocking his truck and opening the passenger side door for you.

“lets just walk home then.” you shake your head. “it’s so close.” rafe knows how much you hate drunk drivers ever since one hit your sisters car, thankfully she was fine besides a few bruises.

rafe sighs, head tilting back to look at the sky. “why didn’t i just lie?”

“ugh!” you stomp your foot. “rafe, that is so wrong!”

“baby, i really had just like two sips when we first-” rafe tries to explain, he’s truly not even buzzed, but you are already walking away, heading down the sidewalk towards tanneyhill. you don’t make it very far, rafe trailing behind you, until you have to kick off your heels.

rafe would usually pick you up, carry you home, but he knows your mad so decides to stay back, letting you walk barefoot home.

“baby-” rafe finally speaks when you get to the front door, but you just walk in, leaving it open for rafe to follow.

“y/n…” rafe tries again when you both get inside his room, but you ignore his call of your name and begin to take off your jewelry, before moving to your dress, quickly putting on pajamas once you’re naked.

rafe takes it as a sign, undressing himself for bed, relieved when you climb under the covers next to him.

“come here.” rafe holds his arms open. you hesitate for a second before moving in, allowing him to cuddle into you and press kisses all over your face.

“i’m so sorry, princess.” he says softly, connecting your lips in a kiss.

“you can make it up to me tomorrow on our very nice and well planned date.” you give a look to rafe, who quickly nods.

he leans in to kiss you again, and you accept it, allowing his hand to wrap around your waist and pull you in closer, bodies slotting together underneath the covers.

“i love you baby.” rafe says, his hand moving to underneath your flimsy pajama shirt.

“love you too.” you say, reaching to pull his hand back out, placing it on top of the fabric.

rafe frowns slightly before kissing you again, this time trying to move your leg so he can slot himself in between. you allow it, until he starts to grind into you. the second you feel him begin to swell in his pants, you pull away, pressing your thighs together.

“baby.” rafe whines. “i want you, come on.”

“and i want you to not be a dick.” you shake your head. you may have accepted rafes apology for his behavior, but aren’t willing to so quickly allow him to have sex with you.

“i said sorry!” “you can fuck me after you make it up to me tomorrow on the date. and it better be good, or i’ll get myself off and leave you alone.” you threaten, smirking when rafes eyes widen.

“okay, okay.” he nods. “tomorrow.”

rafe does everything right. flowers, a dinner reservation to a fancy restaurant, a new dress and necklace, as well as doting on you throughout the entire date.

“did i make it up to you?” rafe asks.

“hmm…” you tap your finger against your chin, rafe barely able to wait as you stand before him, new dress wrapping around your body like a present just waiting to be pulled away by rafe to reveal what he really wants to see.

“i don’t know. maybe the date was a little too good.” you let out a fake yawn. “a bit tired. might just have to go right to sleep.”

“baby-” rafe whines. he hasn’t gone this long without having you since you first started dating.

“but i guess you could eat me out and we can see if you deserve to fuck me.”

rafe smiles, knowing as soon as he gets between your legs, that you’ll be begging for his cock in no time. he undresses you completely before he even begins to work on his buttons, giving you a show as you lay naked on the bed, head propped up against the pillows as he strips away the layers of clothing until he’s nude, cock already straining.

rafe crawls between your legs, sighing with relief when you spread them, letting him view your pussy as he immediately buries his face between your legs, eating out your pussy like you’ve intentionally starved him of it, not just denied him sex one night.

“god, i fucking love how you taste baby.” rafe mumbles, his words vibrating against your cunt. “‘m so sorry i was a dick. won’t happen again. love you too much.”

you can’t help but smile when you reach down to fist your hands into rafes hair. his tongue gets you to orgasm three times until you’re whining for his cock too much, tugging at his hair.

rafe gives your sensitive clit a final kiss before crawling up the bed, connecting your mouths in a kiss, knowing how much you love to taste yourself on his lips.

“fuck me, come on.” you tell rafe. “need it so bad.”

rafe pushes his cock against your entrance, making you moan as he slowly brings his hips forward, sinking inside of you with ease.

“god, that was as much of a punishment for me as it was for you.” you laugh slightly when rafe is fully inside of you, still for a moment for you to adjust.

“certainly taught me a lesson.” rafe admits. he didn’t realize how hard it would be to go without fucking you. just one night felt like a century, his dick literally hurting when he woke up in the morning with a hard on, one that you would usually crawl beneath the covers to take care of.

“no pussy privledges when you’re mean.” you nod, confirming the rule, even though you hopefully never have to enforce it again.

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ikeromantic · 3 months

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You're cat is so cute 😍

Could I request something with Gilbert and your room and hot cocoa?

Thank you and Happy New Year.

Awww thank you! I won't tell her though - she already thinks she's a princess! Here's approx 1300 words of a warm and sweet Gilbert. IkePri New Years Event story!

Emma stumbled down the palace corridor, silently cursing herself for being an idiot. She should have paid attention to how much she drank, to how often the servants topped her glass off. Her head was pounding and the floor kept twisting and turning beneath her feet.

Was this the hall her room was on? The doors all looked distressingly familiar.

She paused and leaned against the wall. At least no one could see her, she thought. It would be so embarrassing to -

“Little rabbit.”

Emma spun around and nearly fell. Only Gilbert’s gloved hand on her arm kept her upright. “Where d-did you come from?” She would have pulled away from his grip but the prospect of falling over in front of him kept her still. Well, kept her merely swaying anyway, she admitted to herself.

“Most recently?” He smiled, his eye gleaming with a certain mischief. “The party, of course.”

“Right.” She tried to give him a polite smile but the expression felt off, as if her face hadn’t quite remembered how to do that.

Gilbert laughed and shook his head. “Ah, little rabbit. You’ve made yourself easy prey tonight. How much did you drink?”

Emma shrugged. She wasn’t sure. How much did one glass count for if it was topped off every time you took a sip? “O-one glass.” She pulled herself up straight, and for a heartbeat, managed to hold it. Then the world tilted and spun again, sending her stumbling against the Obsidian prince.

“Must have been a very big glass,” he murmured. He loosed her forearm, and then slid his arm gently around her back, holding her up at the midsection.

In this position, her face rested comfortably against his chest, her hip to his thigh. Emma felt as if she fit to his side quite nicely. And he was warm. She felt a sudden urge to snuggle into him. The impossibility of this moment, the Belle in the embrace of The Conquering Beast, made her pause. A breathy laugh escaped her as she tried to remind herself who she was, where she was, and how dangerous the situation could be.

Gilbert sighed. “Come along, little rabbit. Let’s get you in bed.” He wore a bemused smile as he guided her slowly forward, his cane tapping along the marble floor with each step forward.

“I don’t - you - you shouldn’t - Prince Gi-gil. Bert. Gil. Bert.” Emma giggled. “It’s like you have two names.” Emma tried to rally herself, but the wine was doing its work. Her head felt full of sand, heavy and hard to move through. Her thoughts were sluggish, and spun off into strange territories.

“Do I?” He arched an eyebrow. His cane stopped its tapping as they came to a familiar door.

She nodded. “I - I like them though. A-and you.” Emma smiled up at him, feeling an odd ache in her chest.

Gilbert’s expression softened, a half-smile turned up one corner of his mouth. He studied her for a moment, as if gauging her words. “I -” He stopped and took a breath. A heaviness seemed to settle in his shoulders as he opened the door rather than replying.

Emma felt she ought to say something to comfort him. She didn’t understand the sudden change in his demeanor. But her eyes swung to the sitting room of her chambers and she felt an embarrassed heat creep into her cheeks, replacing other concerns in a heartbeat. “You should . . . probably go. C-can’t. Have you. I-in my bedroom.”

“It’s a little too late for that, little rabbit.” He guided her in, though she tried to pull away from the support he offered. Tried and failed, as her legs didn’t seem to understand what she wanted from them.

Gilbert settled her on the edge of the bed and took a step back. He’d regained himself in the moments between the door and the bed, his usual grin back in place.

Emma reached down to take her shoes off and nearly fell forward onto the floor.

The prince caught her, his cane clattering to the floor. His knees hit the carpet beside her bed with a dull thud, his hands bracing her shoulders. “Sit back, Emma.” His tone was gentle, low and warm like a summer sunset.

She didn’t argue. Her head was spinning and she could feel his hair tickle her cheek and his hands were so warm and - Emma shifted back to a sitting position and put a firm lock on her straying thoughts. There was no reason to think about how soft his lips looked, or to wonder what his kisses might taste like. He was a scary beast! Not a - not a handsome prince, even if he looked like one.

Gilbert’s hand caressed her from shoulders down her arms and for a moment, his hands laid atop hers on her lap. His thumb stroked the back of her hand before he let go, and bent down to unstrap her shoes.

It felt so strange, she thought, to have someone take your shoes off. Nevermind that the one doing it was the first prince of an enemy nation. A dangerous man she ought to fear. But she didn’t. Gilbert could be terrifying when he wanted to be. His ability to move from placidity to sudden violence was scary, as was the depth and breadth of his knowledge.

Despite that, there was a kindness in him. A gentleness, belied by his usual demeanor. There was more to him, she thought, hidden behind a veil of mystery. She wanted to know him, she realized. To understand him. Emma reached forward, brushing his hair lightly with her fingertips.

Gilbert’s crimson gaze froze her with her hand still extended. “What are you doing?”

“N-nothing?” Her fingers curled and she began to pull her arm back.

“Do it again.” His eye pinned her in place, a butterfly to a board.

Emma’s hand opened, her fingers extended. Trembling, she lightly touched his hair. It was silky soft, thick, with a slight curl that sent it in all directions. She slid her fingers through it, smoothing it down and back, enjoying the feel of it against her palm.

Gilbert’s eye narrowed with pleasure, then closed. He leaned his head against her knee, his breath shallow, pulse racing.

She could feel his warm breath against her thigh, his cheek lying on the soft inner part of her knee. The position felt vulnerable, intimate, a trust they exchanged to share this moment. Emma wasn’t sure how long it lasted. Forever and not nearly long enough.

He sat up, blinking. He still had one of her shoes in hand, and he set it down as he straightened. His eye flicked toward the door and then back to her. “You’re dangerous for me, little rabbit.” His smile took any sting from the words.

“Me? D-dang-dangerous?” Emma couldn’t encompass how ridiculous that idea was to her. She wasn’t dangerous at all, but her mouth wouldn’t cooperate with her mind to explain that. All she could manage was a snort of disbelief.

“Indeed.” He smiled down at her as he stood. “Are you comfortable?”

Emma considered the question for a moment, then nodded. She felt warm and relaxed, her body abuzz with the alcohol and Gilbert’s touches.

“Good.” Gilbert tugged her sheets down, and plumped her pillow. “Lay back for me.”

The request sent little alarm bells shivering through Emma’s body, but she was slow to heed them. By the time she realized how inappropriate this was, she was already on her back and the prince was lifting her legs to tuck her beneath the soft sheets. “W-what?”

“Close your eyes, little rabbit.” He brushed the hair back from her face. “Yes, just like that.”

She felt her eyes drift shut, heavy lids giving in to gravity. Something warm and satin-soft brushed the skin of her forehead. A heartbeat, and it was gone, ephemeral as a dream.

“Sleep well.” Gilbert’s voice sounded close.

“W-will I see you? Tomorrow?” She reached for him and felt his hand catch hers.

He laughed, a low, sweet sound. “Tomorrow will tell.” With one last, gentle squeeze, he let go of her hand.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri Gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff

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herofics · 5 months

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Long distance, feat Gojo

A/N: I moved to a new city for school earlier this week, and I’m living alone for the first time ever, like actually alone. I don’t know anyone here, since most of my school buddies don’t live here either, and I’m actually feeling pretty lonely already. I used to see my BFF almost every day when we still lived in the same town, so I’m feeling pretty lonely right now. I might see her next week, but we’ll see. Anyway, I wanted to write something with Gojo about this, so here I go. This is set in when Gojo was in his early twenties, same for the reader

You were sitting in your new apartment, surrounded by boxes full of your things. It was a bit chilly since the previous tenant had turned the heat almost off when they had left. Gojo hadn’t been able to help you move your stuff, since he was on a mission, but you’d managed with the help of your friends.

Now they had all left, and you were sitting on your bed in the empty apartment, wondering if this was a good idea after all. You had finished your studies at Jujutsu High some years ago, and after that you had been a bit lost with what you wanted to do with your life. You didn’t want to be a jujutsu sorcerer, you didn’t have the constitution for such a job, but you also didn’t know what else you could do. At least not until about a half a year ago.

You had applied to study sociology at a university away from Tokyo. You had gotten in on a trial basis, which meant you had to complete enough credits in a half a year to get into the degree program. You’d studied hard and gotten all the credits you needed, so you’d been in the degree program for about three months now. The commute was a real pain in the ass, so you had decided you wanted to move to the city the university was in.

You’d found an apartment, and now you were sitting there, alone. The reality of how alone you were was really settling in. Your family was in your hometown, and everything else you’d ever know, was in Tokyo, and you weren’t. Maybe you were finally an adult, living away from the small town you’d grown up in and the city where you lived your high school years. This certainly wasn’t dorm life anymore.

You laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. You missed Gojo already, even though it had only been about a day since you last saw each other. Just like that, your phone lit up with his name on the screen.

“Oh thank god” you muttered as you picked up the phone and answered the call with a chipper: “Hi”

“You settling in okay?” he asked.

“I guess” you sighed. “It’s just…”

“What is it doll? Something bothering you?”

“Well, kinda yeah… I never realized how lonely it would feel, being away from you and everyone else. I just saw you yesterday and I already feel like we haven’t talked in weeks” you chuckled wryly.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there with you, I’ll see you tomorrow though, if the mission ends by then”

“Yeah, I know. Do you think we can make this long distance thing work?”

“Of course we can doll. It’s us, we can make anything work” Gojo said cheerfully.

“Except for that one Ikea shelf” you joked.

“Except for that one Ikea shelf” Gojo sighed in defeat.

“You’re really not very good at building things, but it was fun to watch” you laughed.

“Well I’m glad you had fun” you could basically hear Gojo roll his eyes over the phone.

Gojo smiled as he heard your laughter over the phone. He missed you already, even though it hadn’t even been a day since you last saw each other. Gojo wanted to support you and your dreams, so he would never have told you not to go and study, even though it was pretty far away from him. He just knew he was going to miss you a lot, he already felt like it had been forever since he had held you in his arms.

Someone tapped Gojo’s shoulder to get his attention, probably to tell him it was time to go.

“I gotta go, sorry doll. I’ll see you soon” Gojo promised.

“Be safe, love you” you told him.

“I will, love you too”

After Gojo hung up, you exhaled deeply and sat up on the bed. You knew he was going to be extra clingy when he was eventually able to come over, because he hadn’t seen you in a while. You were actually looking forward to it. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad. You would get a lot of alone time, and Gojo would most likely be at your place every minute he possibly could.

“The distance makes the heart grow fonder, huh” you muttered.

You really hoped that would be the case.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk scenarios #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk comfort #jujutsu kaisen comfort #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk fanfic

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xxsabitoxx · 2 years

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ೃ⁀➷ Bartender Megumi x Str!pper Reader

❁all characters are 20+ in this fic ❁

A/N: full fic will come later, for now here is a teaser for my next Megumi fic! I love me some spicy accounting & will probably make another fic in the future with a cam girl reader and blah blah spoiling my own work anyways… enjoy this small snippet!

Fishnets scraped at your skin as you tugged them up, your first night at a new club meant you’d go for a safe but classic choice. That choice being fishnets and a black one piece paired with bunny ears, a classic playboy bunny. “Playing it safe?” You jumped, turning to see a short haired woman looking at you with her arms crossed. “You’re the new girl, right?” She was wearing a skin tight dress that ended mid-thigh. “Yeah… my name is y/n.” You moved to grab the velvety material of your one piece. “I’m Mai, you’ll see my twin sister Maki at the bar.”

“Oh! That’s cool.” You stepped into the garment, pulling it up your body. “She’s a pain in the ass so don’t be surprised if she’s rude. It’s her “new hire” orientation process.” Mai seemed pretty disinterested in the conversation, making you wonder how much truth her words held when it came to her twin. “Noted… are we the only two girls tonight?” For a Friday night it was surprisingly dead in the dancer’s locker room. “Naw, everyone comes in a little closer to ten.” You glanced at the clock on the wall, it was only nine. “Oh I see, I’m early.” The small talk was beginning to kill you, slowly but surely.

“It’s alright. When you’re done getting ready you can come to the floor. I’ll show you around and introduce you to our bartenders, DJ, bouncers and all that. I’m the hostess by the way, I also deal with the money. So at the end of the night when you wanna turn those dollars into big bills, come see me.” You nodded, watching as she left, once again alone with your new job anxiety. You looked in the mirror after pulling the one piece up, turning to see how you looked from the back as well. Your hair and makeup had already been done, all that was left was the heels and the bunny ears.

“You’ll do great tonight…” you assured yourself as you sat down before the mirror, undoing the buckle of your platform heels. “Just do what you always do…” you had been dying to get into this club for months now. The waiting list and hiring process were nothing to joke about, and you managed to make the cut. If all went well and the rumors were true, you’d be leaving tonight with more than half your month’s rent. You got one shoe on, eyes darting over to your phone as it buzzed with a new message. You picked it up, glancing over the screen and smiling at what the message said.

Nobara 😘: good luck tonight babes! Lemme know if you get any hotties :)

You swiped the message, sending a quick “thank you” text to your roommate and finishing it off with a little kissing face. Nobara was your biggest fan, if it weren’t for her you’d never have gotten the courage to try this career path out. Along with that, you wouldn’t be able to live the life you had now without the money you got from doing things like pole dancing. It boosted your confidence as well. You got your second heel on and reached for your bunny ears. “Maybe one drink before starting wouldn't hurt…” as long as it didn’t go against house rules, you’d take a shot for courage.

“We got a new girl getting ready, she’ll be out soon.” Mai tapped the counter to catch the attention of her twin, Maki, and Megumi. Maki only acknowledged her with a grunt, Megumi didn’t even open his mouth. “Tough crowd.” Mai sighed, sliding onto a stool to wait for you. She’d be giving you the tour before they opened at 10:30, an hour would be more than enough time. Maybe she’d even be able to introduce you to a few of the dancers. “Megumi.” The male looked up, setting down the glass he was cleaning. “The usual please.” Mai waved a few dollars in his face, jumping as maki plucked them from her fingers.

“You see me counting out our money and you’re already screwing me up.” Mai only rolled her eyes, watching as Maki set the couple of dollars in a pile that had been designated for the man. “On the rocks?” He knew the answer, filling a small glass with ice to the brim just as the woman liked. “Always.” Mai’s perfectly manicured nails hit the counter in rhythm with the bass making the floor vibrate. All the while Megumi was filling the glass with an assortment of mixers and liquors. “So is the new girl good? They are particular with who they hire.” Maki was shoving her money into the apron tied around her waist, her outfit of the night was a low cut top and shorts.

Even as a bartender, a lot of your tips really relied on how you were dressed and the personality you gave off. Most of the regulars gravitated towards Maki due to her bossy nature, they loved a woman with a sharp tongue. Megumi got a fair amount of tips as well but never as much as Maki, hence why his bartending gig was a side job. “She’s good, her dancing is perfect, her stage presence is hard to ignore. She’ll quickly become a regular favorite, I’m sure of it.” Mai wasn’t one to give out compliments, that alone had Megumi’s interest peaking. “Is that so?” He slid the drink to her, taking his own wad of cash and putting it in his apron as well.

“Totally, you’ll understand when you see her.” She sipped it, calculating eyes scanning the empty room, she figured it would be easiest to start at the bar when it came to your introduction. Megumi nodded, turning to rearrange a few bottles while Maki and Mai chatted halfheartedly. “Is this where you wanted me to meet you?” At the sound of a new voice, Megumi’s head turned, hands stopping mid reach as he caught sight of you. “Sure is. Maki, Megumi, this is y/n.” Your fingers were tangled together, tugging at them out of nerves. If it weren’t for the cute man you now knew as Megumi staring at you, you probably would have been a little calmer.

“N-nice to meet you both!” You smiled, shaking your nerves off a bit as Maki smiled back. “Pretty face, nice body, Mai was right. You’ll fit right in, sweetheart. Can I get you a drink?” Megumi had fully turned, watching your eyes lock with Maki’s. They seemed to glimmer even under the led lights that were covering everything in blues and reds. “Absolutely… as long as that’s not against the rules.” Maki nodded, pulling out a glass. “Dancers are what bring this place money, they get whatever they want.” Megumi pushed aside his nerves and smiled at you. Noticing the way your lips formed a small “o” when you met his eyes. Honestly it was taking every ounce of willpower to not check you out, his eyes struggled to remain on just your face.

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februaryflowers · 2 years

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game over

order up: a coconut bubble tea for jeonghan and anon!

a fluff established relationship au

check out the carat writers club summer fair event!

warnings: kissing

fluff, 754 words, soulmate + boyfriend!jeonghan x reader

a/n: everything in italics is unspoken/internal dialogue between reader + jeonghan bc they’re soulmates with soulmate telepathy :]

Jeonghan kicks your leg gently from the side, trying to catch your attention. This was supposed to be a date just for the two of you after you finished your finals, but your best friend, his roommate Seungcheol, somehow managed to sneak in.

You just couldn’t say no when Seungcheol looked at you with his puppy dog eyes and said that he had nothing to do on this perfectly fine Friday night. Besides, he likes to nag, and after bribing Jeonghan with a really nice dinner yesterday, he somehow convinced your boyfriend to play a video game with him on the couch, which brings you to the current moment.

It’s certainly fun to watch them bicker and for Seungcheol to repeatedly school Jeonghan. But, at least for your boyfriend, there are many more things he’d rather be doing. It’s too bad he got guilt tripped by the hot pot bill.

The third nudge finally tears your eyes from the screen. When his gaze locks with yours, he raises an eyebrow.

“Can you help me?” his thoughts ask.

Hearing his inner voice in your head causes you to lean back with wide eyes. It’s been so long since you’ve heard his consciousness. You found out a few years ago you were soulmates so it just wasn’t necessary anymore, and you preferred verbal communication for the important stuff anyway.

Your brain lets out a laugh into Jeonghan’s. “How do you suggest I do that? Besides maybe I like watching you lose,” you tease back.

“What a great partner you are.” Even though you’re talking through your soulmate telepathy, Jeonghan lets out a sarcastic eye roll.

“I’m not hearing any ideas, big shot.”

“Well, you could—”

Seungcheol interrupts Jeonghan’s thoughts when he jumps up, pumping his fist. “Ha!” he exclaims before he continues to excitedly ramble about how Jeonghan finally sucks at something.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend sends you a pointed look. “Please, just do something,” he begs. “If I could get on the ground I would grovel on my knees, just do something.”

“Fine,” you relent, giving him a taste of his own medicine with a playful eye roll before you stand and move to sit next to Seungcheol. “Hey, Cheol?” you ask.

“Hm? What’s up?” he hums as he selects the next round on the TV and his thumbs begin to furiously tap the buttons on the controller when the game starts.

“You took sociology last year right? I just remembered my essay is due tonight; could you take a look?”

“In a minute. When’s it due?” he asks, eyes still glued to the screen and his fingers not ceasing their mile a minute movements despite your conversation, all while he still is destroying your boyfriend somehow.

Pretending to check your phone for the time, you gasp. “In half an hour!”

Seungcheol lets out an exasperated sigh, putting down the controller. “You’re still doing everything last minute?”

“Hey! Why so mean? Besides, you’re one to talk.”

Giving you a fond yet tired smile, he gets off the couch and wags his fingers in your direction. “Do you want me to look or not?”

“Yeah, hold on. Can I borrow your laptop?”

He heads for his room to get his device while you move closer to Jeonghan, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Happy?”

“Very,” he snickers, draping an arm behind you.

He leans forward to meet your lips, but when you can feel the breath of his exhale against your skin, he suddenly freezes and glances up.

“If you love birds wanted some alone time, you could’ve just said so,” Seungcheol huffs, having come out with his laptop, before he turns back around. When he reaches the mouth of the hallway, he turns to you both on the couch and squints. “Well played, y/n…well played.”

You chuckle and blow him a silly kiss, hoping to cool his fussy temper, which seems to work as Seungcheol pretends to take it from the air, tucking it in his pocket before he goes to his room. Now with you all to himself, Jeonghan pouts, tugging your arm.

“What? You want one too?” you ask, quirking your eyebrow. “After what I just did for you?”

He chuckles, shifting closer to you and changing the screen to display a show you’d been wanting to check out. “It’s for your own good, too.” Bringing a hand to your jaw and turning your face towards his, he presses his lips against yours, breathing out, “Because I can’t do this if he’s here.”

#caratwritersclub #cwcsummerfair #summer fair drabble requests #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan x reader #Seventeen Jeonghan #mei's #mei.svt

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galaxybonez · 1 year

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Soooooo, as it turns out, I've been sucked back into the Undertale rabbit hole. So, this ended up pouring out of my brain, and now I present it to you. There's gonna be multiple parts to this thing, and the only full chapter I'll post here on Tumblr will be this first one.

The rest will be on ao3, but I'll probably post links to them as they're written. Minors dni, this is gonna be nsfw in a few chapters. Hope you enjoy!

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"....What do you mean, you're stuck here?"

"well, yes, I know that doesn't sound, er…. ideal, per sé, but-"

"No! I don't wanna hear it! Just," You take a deep breath, slowly settling yourself back into your chair from where you'd jolted up in your shock. "Why exactly does it have to be my problem?"

The skeleton sitting across from you blinks his sockets, shifting so rest his chin in his palm.

"simple," he begins, unoccupied hand tracing the patterns in the wood of your dining table "given that there's currently a block on my magic, preventing me from leaving, I need somewhere to stay for the time being"

"That still doesn't explain how it's my problem" You grumble, tapping at your water glass.

With a hmph and a half hearted glare aimed your way, he tuts you, wagging a finger in your face "ah, ah! i wasn't finished! see, in this particular universe, monsters haven't surfaced yet. Which means,"

The finger he had previously been wagging instead boops your nose.

"if I were to leave, it would cause a public panic. and we wouldn't want that, now would we?" He finishes with a cheeky grin, closing his sockets as he moves to pinch your cheek.

You slap his hand away. Goddamn it.

"What, so you're just supposed to be my roomie now or something? Seriously?"

Your incredulous tone makes him snort. He readjusts himself, slouching in his chair and kicking his feet up onto your dining table. He opens a single eye socket to stare at you, eye light a deep orange and a grin slowly stretching across his face as he ever so slightly tips his chair back.

"Duh."

…..

You throw your water into his face.

The skeleton, not expecting your surprise attack, yelps in surprise "it's in my eye!"

His hands shoot back towards his face to try and wipe at the water, his body jolting out of his previous position. The sudden movement causes his chair to tip completely, and he proceeds to follow it to the floor.

You swear hear the sound of bones rattling.

Snrk-

You can't help yourself. It starts as a giggle, but it doesn't take long before you're clutching your gut from laughing so hard. Maybe it was the events leading up to this finally catching up to you, or maybe it was the look on bone boy's face as gravity pulled him home. Either way, the floodgates are open, and you keep having to wipe tears from your eyes.

"oh, yea, har-de har har. very funny." Grunts bone boys from the floor.

His phalanges clack on the table as he uses it as leverage to get back up on his feet, eye sockets dark. His head slowly rotates to your hunched over form, and his wide eyes narrow.

With a huff and a scowl, he picks the chair up off of the floor and sits back down, legs crossed with his hands on his knees. With a blink, his eye lights return, only to disappear again with a flinch as your hand slaps the tabletop in your giggle fit.

"...are you done yet?"

You wheeze and gasp for air, attempting to compose yourself. Your stomach is sore and your cheeks burn as you finally manage to catch your breath. With a sigh of relief, you turn your attention back to your skeletal companion.

"Y'know what? Fine. You can stay."

He blinks at you again, grin working it's way into his cheeks as his eye lights fade back in "well, I mean, I was going to anyway, but thanks for the sentiment!"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. I'll set you up a spot on the couch."

His brow bones furrow "what!? why do I have to sleep on the couch??"

"I'm not giving you my bed."

"we could share!"

"Ew, no, fuck you."

"i mean, if you're offering."

"You're sleeping on the floor."

"i'd like to revoke my previous statement?"

"Yea, that's what I thought."

You glare at him while he pretends to scratch behind his non-existent ear.

".....You never told me your name."

"i couldn't give it over all your screaming"

"...."

"....Ink."

"____"

He gives you a thumbs up. You sigh, pushing yourself up out of your seat. You make your way to your hall closet, grabbing some pillows and a blanket before heading back into the living room and dumping them onto the couch.

Ink is peeking at you from the dining room, eye lights flashing as question marks before he decides to approach. He looks from you, to the couch, and back to you, and then back at the couch again, before deciding to face plant into the cushions.

You hear a muffled thanks.

You hum in response, then head back to your room to try and finish the work that had been so rudely interrupted. You don't get much done, however. You're distracted, constantly glancing back towards your bed, the events of this morning flitting through your mind.

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It had been a typical morning. You'd stayed up until about three in the morning, and when your alarm begins blaring 'It's Raining Men' at nine a.m. sharp, you proceed to slap it off your bedside table. After shuffling your behemoth of a cat off your chest - no wonder you dreamed you were drowning in quicksand… - you make your way down to the kitchen.

After feeding your feline and downing about half of pot of coffee, you head back to your room and plop down into your desk chair, flipping your laptop open to start on your English thesis. Or, at least, that was the plan. Not even five minutes in and you hear a weird humming noise behind you, feel a suffocating pressure in the air, which is then followed by the sound of something slamming into your bed with a grunt.

What the fuck????

You spin around In your chair, mouth agape as you stare at the person who is now apparently lounging on your comforter. Wait. Are those bones? That's. Not a person. Why is there a dead body in your bed?

A gasp gets caught in your throat when the pile of bones begins to move.

And then sits up. And then looks at you.

Obviously, you do what any rational human being would do in your situation. You scream.

"oh, hey, wait, no, don't do that-"

IT CAN SPEAK!?

The skeleton man scrambles to his feet in a flurry of limbs and blankets, bolting over to where you're sitting and slapping his bone hands over your mouth, a colorful sweat beading down the side of his head.

You stare at each other for what feels like forever before he speaks again.

"i'm going to remove my hands, and you're going to not scream. okay?"

After a few more seconds of staring, you give him a curt nod. Slowly, he takes his hands off your mouth, then holds them in front of his chest as if to show he meant no harm. Tension is thick in the air as you stare each other down, and as time goes on you can tell how much it's starting to weigh on the bone man in your bedroom until he deems it necessary to break the silence.

"so," he starts, clapping his hands together and startling you. "this is probably weird for you - well, not probably, definitely, - but I mean no ill will if that's of any consolation! besides, i'm about to be out of your hair in probably less than thirty seconds, so you can just forget this all happened!"

You open your mouth to respond but he abruptly turns away from you, summoning a giant fucking paintbrush and swishing the bristles through the air.

Nothing happens.

".....that's odd."

He tries again, and gets the same result.

"....well that's no good."

He huffs, turning his head to look at you over his shoulders, the visible eye light in the shape of a…. Caution sign?

"well, this is awkward!"

You throw a notebook at his head.

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You're suddenly snapped out of your thoughts, quite literally, given the fingers snapping in front of your face. Your eyes dart up to the face of a very, very close Ink. You roll your chair away from him, getting him all up out of your grill.

"Have you no semblance of personal space?"

"nope." He replies, popping the 'p'. "you were spaced out, and I got bored! So," He decides it appropriate to heft himself up onto your desk, swinging his legs. "here I am!"

"I have a TV?"

"messing with you sounded more fun."

You groan, running a hand through your hair. This guy is gonna be the death of you, and it's only been like two hours. Probably less, if you're being honest.

He pokes your cheek, and you swat his hand away again.

"Okay. Okay. I can see you refuse to let me get any work done. So," You take a moment to glance down at yourself. You'd never changed out of your pajamas. At least you wouldn't have to change. You continue, "Here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna go downstairs, and we're going to watch Netflix, and you're going to behave. Or else you're sleeping on the floor."

"is that gonna be your go-to threat?"

"Shut up. Living room, now."

With an irritated huff, you push yourself back out of your chair and make your way out of your room. You detour to the kitchen, acknowledging the soft 'puft' of a body being thrown onto the couch as you grab a bowl and fill it with your favorite chips.

Blankly acknowledging the TV turning on in the background, you shuffle your way back into the living room, plopping down on the opposite end of the couch from Ink. Said skeleton had apparently made himself at home quickly, leaning against a pillow placed between him and the armrest, one leg bent near his chest and the other thrown onto the fucking coffee table. The remote was in his hand, and he deftly flicked through options.

This continues for about five minutes before you lean over and snatch the remote from his hands, ignoring his over dramatic gasping, and settling on a random comedy.

Things are actually pretty chill for the first time since you woke up that morning.

At least until a bony hand reaches over and nabs a chip from the bowl. Your eyes dart over to your skeletal companion, ready to complain. Your words die on your tongue, however, when he opens his jaw and tosses the chip into his mouth. You expect it to fall out of his ribcage or something, but it doesn't.

"...You can eat??? How????"

Ink snorts and starts chuckling at your expression. Then, with a lift of his hands and a waggle of his fingers, he whispers,

"mmmaaaaagic~"

Your face contorts from shock to confusion as you stare at him. He giggles and grins at you, before he brightens as a metaphorical lightbulb apparently lights up above his skull.

"wanna see a magic trick?"

Without bothering to wait for a response, he opens his jaw again, and then proceeds to blow a raspberry at you. With a goddamn rainbow tongue.

"Dude, what the actual fuck-?"

"language,"

"You have a tongue!?"

The very amused skeleton proceeds to wheeze at your mental misfortune, arm slung across his non-existent stomach as he laughs at you.

With a growl, you snatch up a couch pillow and proceed to beat him upside the head with it.

"ahaha-! hey-! snrk, stop-! mercy, mercyyyy-he-he-he!"

He giggles, holding up his hands in an attempt to stifle your assault, one eye light morphing into a star shape. His efforts are in vain, however, and he can do nothing to stop your fluffy fury in the midst of his giggle-fit.

He takes a moment to compose himself and manages to snag the pillow, yanking it from your hands and yeeting it elsewhere in the room. He then grabs your wrists, successfully predicating you'd resort to slaps. He's still chuckling softly as he gives you a gentle push, where you land back into your side of the couch.

"You're such an ass, you know that?" You huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

He grins. "i've been told, yes."

You groan, pulling your knees to your chest and turning back to the TV.

"Just watch the stupid movie, you stupid skeleton…."

"sure, sure." He snorts.

You're already so done.

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Things had actually settled down a bit after the first movie, the occasional poke or prod from Ink aside. You ended up just watching movies for the majority of the day, actually.

Dinner time had rolled around, and you were currently stationed in the kitchen, diligently watching the cup noodles in the microwave.

The next room over, Ink was laying flat on his back on the couch, holding your cat over his head. He blinks at the furry motorboat purring from the attention, eyes drooping from boredom.

He's so focused on nothing in particular that the sound of a noodle cup being sat on the coffee table startles him, and he proceeds to drop your cat onto his face. The feline doesn't seem to mind, and just tucks their paws underneath themselves happily.

"Hello?"

He just lets out a muffled grunt.

His eye lights flick up towards you when you lift your furry buddy from his face, his mouth somehow formed into a contemplative frown.

"Are you good? You're being significantly less annoying."

A shrug.

"You're so pouty." You sigh, setting your cat onto the floor.

He scowls.

You grab your food and scoot his legs over so you can sit down on the couch. A grunt sounds from the pile of brat beside you as he sits up, stretching his shoulders with an audible 'pop'. Gross.

He makes grabby hands at the remote, and you hand it to him with a bit of hesitation. You don't want to watch him flick through every available program again.

Despite the odd tension, things remain relatively peaceful. If you don't count the moments where Ink decides to occasionally grab a noodle from your bowl with his bare hands.

The sun is starting to set when Ink decides to speak again, seemingly back to normal.

"So… I still have couch permission, right?"

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Link to the story on ao3

#undertale #sans x reader #ink sans #ink sans x reader #undertale fanfiction #undertale x reader #undertale au x reader

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theboytatu · 9 months

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anon back from a week ago re: bbh being a messy bitch who likes drama and his ability to shape his fans opinions. still would love your take on this topic if you don't mind

i am sooo sorry omg i have the attention span of an alcoholic toddler!!!! yes ok so I don't have that many examples on hand because i'm not a library of exo content, all my bookmarks on twt are a mess ugh

but re: manipulation and what i would actually call being an expert at exploiting an atmosphere but everyone else calls being an attention whore

exhibit A: him "drunk texting" fans on bubble during exo fanmeet in april. mind you this was right in the middle of the legal battle with SM which we had no idea about at the time. fans were so emotional - first exo performance as a full group in over 3 years, baekhyun fresh off his military life, yadda yadda yadda - he was pretty drunk from the post concert dinner the group had. yet later we found out idols need to review messages THREE TIMES before sending anything on bubble lmao 😭 i'm not saying he was faking it - i'm saying even drunk he knew exactly what these texts were gonna do to the fans. he is that good at riling people up like that + preemptively digging his parasocial nails into the fandom cause he knew shit was about to hit the fan.... I love his mind

exhibit B: the most recent example and something that had me crawling up the walls. i'm not saying he faked it or that he planned to fall asleep on purpose during a livestream, i completely believe baekhyun is careless and overworked enough to do that. what makes me scream into a pillow is the way he was UNFAZED by that shit when he woke up. had his manager blowing up his phone asking him to wake up and +40k people hearing him moan in his sleep and he woke up and stayed in the livestream. FOR 30 MORE MINUTES. he laughed it off and started joking teasing people etc etc like he genuinely dgaf.

might I add this pattern of starting twitter lives early in the morning only started after the comeback which i think is very interesting. i dont think its a coincidence at all but i need to gather my thoughts on that

exhibit C: not manipulative per se but this fucking clip is so insane to me i love how the worst things happened to exo completely unprompted it's like seeing an episode of the office. anyway baekhyun taking one for the team and distracting fans with his silly little dance.. THAT'S RIGHT HE'S THE GUY THAT STEPPED UP. and i think it showcases his quick thinking and social skills perfectly cause the rest of these men were frozen in place with half their asses out but baek just took it like a champ lol. he just wants to be seen <3 and told he's done a good job <3 give him all the praises please

exhibit D: this horrible fucking live. just baekhyun as a whole in superm.... like he's not dumb he knew nctzens were eating him up and shipping him w taeyong and what did he do? he went ahead and gave them exactly what they wanted.. while wrapping taeyong around his little finger might I add. now i think irl baekhyun and taeyong aren't that close, they're like those friends from work that you genuinely like but it's not someone you would seek out outside of pretty specific social settings. but baekhyun isn't fucking stupid he knew nctzens were a segment of kpop fans he could tap into and either turn into his own fans or he could get slapped in the face by exols turning on him.

anyways this is so fucking long im sorry to ppl following me i'm on mobile and can't make a read more. no one cares about the weird things i only notice about baekhyun but yes there's more to it i just dont have links for most things... but there's not a lot of specific examples idk once you notice it you just watch content with baekhyun and it becomes pretty clear.

#asks #baekhyun

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dr-hidden-paradise · 2 years

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The Game Afoot.

As you all converse, the sixteenth student included, you didn’t even notice as a vaguely familiar face walked up to the podium in the enclave of the gym, orange-blue hair rustling slightly as Callum peered over the podium, fiddling with the hem of his Hawaiian shirt. He tapped the microphone slightly, wincing at feedback as you turned your attention to him.

“So um, hey! Good t-to see you all here!” He smiled nervously, before biting his lip.

“S-so you may be wondering why you’re all here, I mean, yeah this is supposed to be Hope’s peak right? Why did you get here so weirdly- and trust me we have um, answers. Anyway so… there was going to be a relatively normal event here… but see then the former employees of Hope’s Peak…” Callum paused, unsure of how to take this, “Were brought to a different employment when… there was a change of management. Yeah… let’s go with that.”

Unfortunately not even the most observant of you noticed Luna creeping up from the darkness in the back of the enclave, though she looked different in terms of her wardrobe.

A pure black scarf seems to be wrapped loosely around her neck, below the dark blue ribbon you saw earlier, with the scarf seeming to rustle restlessly. A loose shirt hung on her frame, and her arms were visible, patterned with a variety of black and pale pink scars on her right and her left arm seemingly not to be of human origin, but built from the night itself. A clawed hand wrapped around the top of her cane, tapping on the floor in front of her as she walked.

“In short, y’all are fucked.”

“Brilliant wording there Luna,” Callum sighed as he fiddled with a golden ring on his right hand, “unfortunately, despite her crass wording, she is technically correct.”

Luna bared her fangs in a smile before the canine ears twitched slightly, the scarf shifting around her neck, covering it up completely, before scowling.

“Who the fuck brought cats here?! And twenty of the fuckers? Whomst the fuck?!”

“L-Luna calm down please… it’s really a non issue since no one has allergies to cats…” Callum said, trying to calm Luna, trying to avoid the wayward scarf that was flapping wildly.

Luna said nothing though, as if trying to figure out where the cats came from from her spot on the stage, before her scarf hit Callum right in the face.

“Oh… ow”

“Parrot what are you talking abo- you’re bleeding aren’t you? Shit I’m sorry we need to get Doc now and-“ Luna panicked.

“Heh it’s fine, I can get her myself… it’s not your fault Luna. It wasn’t your fault either, it’s just…” He sighed bitterly as he held his nose, “I’ll go see her, and I’ll see if someone can take my spot for this thing okay?” Callum said softly, allaying Luna’s worry for a moment.

Luna paused and seemed to consider his words for a moment, before nodding, and reaching over to ruffle his hair, underestimating the distance at first but correcting herself.

Callum smiled and walked off, leaving from the door.

…

“… so… I uh… so… twenty fuckin ass cats was not part of the plan… so like… fuck you in particular whoever brought them. I hope it was worth it to you, because I don’t think so and uh, you’re probably going to die anyway so fuck you again.” Luna said shrugging her shoulders.

What? What does she mean by that?

While you all ponder this question, another person comes through the door- this one slightly shorter than Luna and the moment he comes through Luna seems to relax a bit.

“Sandy.”

Getting a good look at ‘Sandy’ as he comes up, you can make out his features, tan skin with long fluffy golden hair that reminds one of a lions mane and bright orange half lidded eyes, worsened by the bags evident under his eyes.

Holding a staff of some kind that held an unlit lantern in the crook of it, he gave a lopsided grin at Luna before looking at all of you, “mmm yeah… it’s me, though I guess I need to introduce myself to all of you… sixteen students right? With everyone else that’s got to be at least 25 people right? My nights are going to be even busier now huh? Oh- right introductions,” he yawned, blinking slightly, “You can call me Aelius.. or Elio, either works, I don’t really care about formalities though so call me whatever.”

He stood there for a moment holding the staff tightly before dipping his head, before jerking it back up suddenly, “hey… Slyphie, you don’t mind if I take… mmm nap right? You just needed someone with you for this right?”

Luna nodded, before he reached out for a portion of her scarf, smiling softly as the dark material wrapped itself comfortably around his wrist and hand before it settled down, and he fell asleep soon enough where he stood.

“Tch, you work yourself too hard Sandy… I get why though,” Luna mumbled before turning to you, “Alright, I have someone here now, so rules! Right. So, like Callum was saying before someone pissed off the scarf, there was a ‘change of management’ meaning that the Hope’s Peak you thought you were going to visit is no longer! Woo! Fun! What’s even more fun is that the only way you kiddos can leave is if you spill some blood- murder a classmate why don’t you! But but but- very important to note that if you get caught murdering or it’s proven that you murdered, ya die instead of leaving and the rest of you guys don’t die and instead live another day! Basically ‘headmaster’ was going to have you guys actually just do like… puzzles and shit and have a chance of dying but… given some recent changes out in the normal world and, a very interesting show from what I’ve heard, they decided this would be a lot more fun! And I’m pretty fucking inclined to agree! Like listen, are you really friends if you don’t murder eachother a little? Anyway, since I’ve told all of you guys this, the school’ll be opened up bit by bit, and you’ll meet most of the staff and the game will begin or whatever. We’re all free for questions and a bit of advice if you need. RIP AN-“ Luna trailed off before realizing Aelius was stirring before correcting herself a bit more quiet but still plenty audible, “Oh they’re gonna tear eachother in to pieces, by the furthest ring this’ll be fun!” Luna exclaimed, her right hand covering her mouth as it widened into a sadistic smile.

@castleofsweetanxiousness @shadestar413 @ohlookitsnormannn @newdanganronpaanotherv3 @mentally-ell @starsaver94 @jesskass @ultreservecoursestudent @ch3rryn1ghts @k0rek1yos @kantah @ultfanboy @herr-aka-somecutenerd @ann-yeah @miyazakis-stuff @joficeandwind

#drhp-callum #drhp-luna #drhp-Aelius #drhp narration #the game afoot

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dujour13 · 10 months

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👫 for a scene with a parent Sia!

Thank you Chimera 🥰 This one feels like a mess but I'm posting it anyway because it's close to my heart. Teen Sia learning how to bard.

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“I hate recitals,” moaned Dan. “They just sit there and clap like this.” She tapped her fingertips to her palm and put on a hilarious cross-eyed insipid face that made Siavash double up giggling.

Sia loved recitals, but he decided that wasn’t the thing to say to Dan, whose relationship with the violin was like an epic battle of archenemies. “Don’t be nervous,” he chided, leaning his shoulder into hers playfully. “It’ll be fine.”

“I can’t believe Ms Lightfoot let you get away with wearing that. Old Vrock Face must be in a good mood or something.”

The dress code was white shirt, black trousers. He wouldn’t be caught dead.

But whatever the reason, he’d take what he could get. A not-yelled-at day was a good day.

And better yet it wasn’t likely his father would manage to squeeze the recital into his schedule this evening between the gala rehearsal and Leila’s piano lessons. Thank Desna.

When it was his turn, he kept his eyes down as he took a seat on the stool in front of the school hall and tuned his guitar, butterflies tickling in his stomach because he knew he was going to kill it, but also because Doran Mirani might be there and the prospect filled him with a volatile, sparking alchemist’s mixture of excitement and dread.

Ms Lightfoot gave him a suspiciously bright nod from the wings. At last he dared to glance up at the small audience of parents on their folding chairs.

Oh no.

There he was. You couldn’t miss him. A soft multicolored hat angled to one side of his head, a purple scarf knotted at his throat and a brightly embroidered vest laced over his tunic. He gave his son an encouraging smile.

His fingers froze on the strings.

In the silence that followed, Ms Lightfoot bustled over with an ingratiating simper to adjust the height of his music stand and ruffle the pages of the sheet music.

Desperate he searched for an escape route in the wings. Dan was standing there fake-clapping and crossing her eyes. It did cheer him up. Biting his lip against a laugh he dipped his head to hide behind his hair.

Deep breath. He could do this.

The strings taut against his calloused fingertips seemed to say, It’ll be fine.

And as soon as he began to play it all fell away. Soft notes at first, barely brushing the strings, the lead-in an invitation like a pleasant half-formed thought, drawing them in, until he felt more than heard the hush that fell over the hall.

Their attention is what did it. The storm of butterflies in his stomach exploded. A rush of tingling warmth surged into his hands and poured out through them into the music and resonated with it so that the more he played the more rapt they became and the more rapt they became the more the music came alive.

On the edge of his vision Vrock Face was in the wings furiously making the cut-off-your-own-head gesture to stop him.

Oops.

At the end of the song he didn’t wait for applause—which was not so insipid this time—to run for the wings and bury his burning face in Dan’s surprised shoulder.

“You used magic—how dare you—” Vrock Face was livid.

“I didn’t me-ean to!” Oh gods his voice broke.

“Sia, let’s go.” His father, already backstage and reaching for him. “My apologies. I would stay longer but the orchestra, you know.”

“Of course, of course, Mr Mirani, it’s an honor to have such a distinguished musician with us this evening…” Vrock Face stuttered.

Soon they were outside, taking the quayside route home, Siavash gripping his guitar case white-knuckled and striding in that angry teenage way that he hoped would discourage the Talk he had coming.

All his dad said was, “I think you need a new guitar teacher.”

#thanks for the prompt!!#iwoszareba #siavash #pwotr pals

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dykecassidy · 1 year

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Jim was a money mark. not so much that he could bankroll his own show with all his favourite guys on the roster, but enough that he could put a few locker rooms on his tab after a show. which, to be clear, dustin loved. free drinks shouldn't be exclusive to pretty girls, mediocre wrestlers deserved to save a few bucks getting trashed, too. it was mutually beneficial, anyway, jim throwing himself into it like he was one of the guys. never pushy, just excited, and he'd show up to whatever little show anyone mentioned, clear out peoples merch. he had money to burn, and if wrestling was the fire, that was just fine by dustin. jim accounted for half his student loan payment at this point.

it was one of those nights, after a show, jim was buying drinks for everyone. they were gonna go anyway, so.

he was the center of attention, like it was his birthday— he was still dressed from work, a button up with the sleeves rolled, watched the show like that and someone's shitty merch shirt on top. maybe it was one of dustins— he'd looked like that a million times over, dustin couldn't keep track.

jim caught dustin looking. smiled, waved, came over. it was— fine. it was fine. dustin did a little wave back, took a swig of his beer.

talking to jim was easy. it didn't make dustin nervous like talking to a boss or a professor or anything like that. jim wasn't in charge of anything, he just had some money to throw around. "how're you?" dustin asked, polite.

"I'm great," Jim answered, "how're you doing after that show? you know, after that…"

that was how conversations would go. jim would deflect all conversation topics on himself (dustin knew he had an office job, and was a manager), and focus on just wrestling. which, again, fine by dustin; what else did he know about, anyway? but eventually, it just— it got— well, dustin got curious. and he couldn't just talk about himself all night, not just on his second drink.

"but, cmon," dustin nudged, bumping his shoulder with jims, "you're as big a fan of any of us, you really never thought of it? of being a wrestler?"

"yeah, obviously," Jim said, grinning. he looked down, almost bashful, swirled his drink. "I… did more than think. I was in this backyard league, with my friends."

dustins eyebrows raised and he leaned on the bar. "no shit! you have a dumber name than mine?"

"maybe," Jim said, quick like he was cutting himself off. "it was, uh, jc Ryder."

dustin didn't laugh like jim expected, he didn't laugh at all. he smiled and nodded along; apparently he didn't think the name was unfathomable stupid. "so," he said, "that scratched the itch enough? you got thrown around someone's back yard enough to figure out you liked watching it way better?"

"oh, no way," Jim said, choking out a laugh. "no, it was the best thing in the world, I never wanted to stop."

"but you did," dustin said like a question.

jim nodded, pressed his glass to his lips, then downed the last of his drink. he turned to face dustin a little more, and pushed his folded shirt sleeve up past his elbow, facing his inner arm up. he tapped a finger to his skin, and a faint straight red scar materialized before dustins eyes in the bar lighting. "I broke my arm— not even in a match, setting up the ring— and I freaked out, my parents freaked out, and I never did anything other than watch since then."

dustin bent his head to look, fought the urge to grab jims arm, pull it closer and gawk. he just traced his eyes up and down that line, squinting a little before looking back up to jims face.

he was looking at his scar too. he was looking at his scar with his eyebrows knitting together, his mouth purposefully neutral. he reached for his shirt sleeve, all too ready to tug it back down again.

"train with me," dustin said, making jim whip his gaze up. dustin swallowed. "just— just one. lemme try and teach you sometime."

jim looked at dustin and left his sleeve alone. "sure," he said, "I'm game."

#a normie jim au #i was gonna rb my last post on this n add this on but it hits different marks #so on its own it is!#off the cuff #we seen a fic today #yes both tags.

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your-local-grubdog · 1 year

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Together in the Storm Chapter 11: Lil' BEAST of a Child!

Story Summary: Olimar is back home once again, ready to rest and recuperate from everything that had happened. Yet the universe keeps throwing unwanted surprises his way, making rest difficult. He just wants to make his (now rather large) family believe that he’ll be okay. Because he is, for he has to be.

Story ratings: No archive warnings apply, Teen and Up Audiences, and General/Non-Ship Focused

Chapter Summary: Olimar recalls the time when Captain Destiny met his son.

Read on Ao3 here!

Still no chapter art as I have a huge art project due in four days as of posting this. Art should hopefully be back for chapter 12!

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Olimar sat in his office, looking through an old book of some sort. It was a thick, hearty thing, with cartoonish renditions of baby bottles on the front. It also has some frog stickers placed half-hazardly all over the front and back of it. He stared at each page for much longer than needed before slowly turning to the next, so absorbed in his task that he almost didn't notice Nova and Louie play-wrestling a bit too roughly right outside of his glass office door.

Almost.

"Cetacea, may you let the boys know that I can see them and that if they don't want me to intervene then they need to tone it down a bit?"

"Of course, Sir."

The boys soon stopped, seeming slightly spooked, before turning to Olimar's door. He merely paid them a sly smile, trying not to chuckle at how guilty they both looked. He only looked up and gave them his full attention when Louie opened the door.

"S-Sorry, dad..." Louie began, soon trailing off. "Uh, what do you got there?"

Olimar closed the book, setting it down. "You're alright, I was just stopping a problem before it could really get started." He then tapped on the book's cover. "This is Nova's baby photo book. Goes a bit beyond 'baby', actually, but still. I don't think I've shown you his or Lunas' yet. I could-" he paused for a moment before looking at Nova. "If he's okay with it, of course."

Louie rose a brow before looking down at Nova. The boy tensed a bit, seeming uncertain, before nodding. They both slowly approached Olimar, looking over his shoulders to take a peek at the book as he opened it back up. As expected, it was filled with pictures of him when much younger, around toddler age in this section. Nova then pointed at a photo, his ears wiggling. "You've never shown me that one. Uh, who is that?"

The photo was of an older woman with dark brown fur and coiled black hair swept to one side. She wore a puffy green flight jacket, jeans, and brown combat boots in the photo. And in her arms was little Nova, wearing a bright yellow shirt, soft blue shorts, and a yellow ribbon attached to a matching headband. He was staring at the camera in a... mildly creepy way, actually.

"I just added it in this morning." Olimar explained. "It... it hurt to much, to add it before. But I can't - and shouldn't - hide it away forever. Her name is Destiny - Captain Destiny. She was my captain when I was around Louie's age."

Nova's eyes went wide then, looking up at his father. "You never talked about your old crew before."

"Ehh..." he chuckled nervously. "Not gonna lie, most of them were jerks. I hardly had a spine at the time, plus I was... different. They picked on my quite a bit. Never bothered to keep in touch after the crew disbanded." He then pointed at the photo. "Our Captain, however, was great. Took me under her wing quite quickly. Mentored me, helped me out."

"Kinda like you did for me?" Louie asked.

Olimar was silent for several moments. "Yeah..." he finally managed out. "A lot like it, actually... she'd visit sometimes. She and Rose got along very well, and she got to meet you as well - er, as you were then, anyways. Would baby sit for us when she could, which wasn't often." he then poked his son's nose affectionately. "Would indulge in your insistent need to play in the mud, though."

At that Nova snorted before shrugging. "At least she was more fun, then, from the sound of things."

"Uh-huh." Olimar narrowed his eyes playfully before looking back to the page. "This was taken the day she met you. I can... tell you both the story, if you'd like." When both boys nodded eagerly, he leaned back into his chair. "We had just gotten back from a delivery run, and she wanted to check in on me..."

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"T-thanks for offering to come over, Destiny."

"Don't sweat it, kid." The older woman chuckled as she followed Olimar through the house. "Where's that pretty lil' lass of yours now, hmm?" When Olimar's immediate response was to grumble a little, she began to laugh. "Oh, don't start on that now, boy. You know I'm teasin'."

"Yeah, yeah..." he rolled his eyes. "She's taking the chance to see her friends, hasn't gotten to go out much sense Stella was born."

"I see... speakin' of which..." They turned the corner and saw a young toddler wearing a bright yellow shirt, soft blue shorts, and a yellow ribbon attached to a matching headband. She was sitting in a playpen, messing about with toys. "It'll be nice to finally meet her, givin' how often ya brag about her."

"How could I not brag about my baby?" Olimar teased in response, lifting her up. He sat on the couch with his pup, beckoning Destiny over to sit next to him. "Stella, meet Destiny!" He moved her hand as if she was waving, smiling wide. Stella, on the other hand, just stared blankly at Destiny.

"Ah... Not much of a talker, is she?" Destiny asked wearily.

Olimar just shrugged before patting his pup's head gently. "She can babble, make sounds that almost resemble "mama" and "papa". Uh, she does go quiet around strangers though..."

"I can see that. Still, she's quite cute."

"Isn't she?" Olimar smiled wider then. "Rosie and I just adore her. It hasn't been easy taking care of a baby, don't get me wrong, but it's been absolutely worth it."

"Oh, I'm sure. Kids will never get easier. But I know you both were waiting a long time for the gods ta' finally bless you with this lil' one."

Olimar was quiet for a few moments before nodding slowly. He then set Stella back in the play pen, who promptly returned to playing with the various toys laid out for her. "It's been... Very hard. I don't - don't think I've ever told you everything."

Destiny's ears leaned back then, though she stayed quiet as she watched her young crew member lean into the couch, seeming almost... Limp.

"It's - It's taken us so so long... I've come home from work numerous times to find Rosie sobbing. It would take all night to console her, if I was able to at all. She... She was a wreck, captain." He stayed quiet for a long while then, watching as Stella bat a toy around, practically pouncing on it like a cat. Fairly typical behavior for a Hocotation pup, actually. "But... Now that Stella has been born, I think... I think her being alive has made Rose feel a lot better. She doesn't really cry much at all anymore."

Destiny nodded slowly as she tried to absorb everything. Eventually, she laid a hand on his shoulder. "She's a... A lil' rainbow baby then, I take it?"

Olimar was quiet for a long period before slowly nodding. At that point, Destiny began to rub his shoulder in an effort to calm him.

"I'm so sorry, kiddo. I'm sorry... I know it's not much, but..." She trailed off for a bit, leaving Olimar to twitch his ears as he sat up a bit. "May I see her?" She then asked.

Olimar silently nodded as he handed Stella over. The pup stared Destiny down, as if... She were prey. Well, also typical for a Hocotation pup. Probably. They were a predator species after all, and soon she'd be trying to hunt down small creatures. Eventually, she could spend that energy on sports or something. Destiny smiled at the child, holding her up a bit. "I may not be around much, but I can still be the lil' one's Nona!"

At that, Olimar blinked in surprise. "Oh - y-you don't got to-"

"I know." She hummed, lowering the kid and holding her close. "I also didn't need to do everything else. But I do, because you three matter a lot to me."

"I..." Olimar began, at a loss for words. Eventually his ears leaned back as he smiled sadly. "T-Thank you..."

"Of course."

Olimar stayed quiet for a few moments longer before eagerly standing up. "W-Well, if you wanna be the kid's Nona then we should get a picture of the two of you together!"

Destiny chuckled as she watched the man hurry away, hunting down a camera. "Yeah, that sounds nice..." She looked at little Stella, soon poking the kid's nose. "That sounds very nice..."

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"She sounds kind." Nova hummed. "Why did she stop visiting?"

Olimar was quiet for several moments before being able to speak again. "She - she passes away when you were young." His ears slowly began to droop down then. "I was - it never - I..." He started and stopped his sentence a few times before giving up and sighing. He then turned his had to Nova slightly when the boy wrapped his arms around him. "Thanks, kiddo." He gently pat his back, soon feeling Louie lay a hand on his other shoulder. "And you too."

"...I'm sorry, Olimar." Cetacea began. "Loosing parent couldn't of been easy."

"She wasn't my-" Olimar retorted quickly, fur fluffing up from embarrassment. But then he paused and, after a few moments, his fur laid back down. He then let out a sigh, pulling both of his boys in closer.

"Thank you."

#pikmin #fan fiction #pikmin fan fiction #star touched au #pikmin star touched #captain olimar #louie pikmin #olimar's son #borb writes #borb draws

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nolanhollogay · 8 months

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"can i kiss you?"

in my mikeyjohnb feels.....

cw for mikey talking about nsfw things dgdf but not in a sexual way he's just Talking and also mikeyjohnb smoking oui'd

It felt like it had been years since the last time Mikey and John B hung out one on one, which was really kind of sad because they used to live in each other's back pockets.

But it was fine. They had all the time in the world to sit and do nothing together.

Especially now that John B had what Edgar pegged as his "teen divorce" from Sarah. (He'd said it in passing, obviously joking, but it made Pope shoot orange soda out of his nose, so it obviously stuck.)

Mikey knew that it was because of his own pent up feelings, but he was kinda glad they were broken up. He missed when John B was John B and not JohnBandSarah. When they weren't all risking their necks for her every three seconds. He liked her, he really did, but it was good to have his friend back.

So, they were in John B's bed, sharing a weed pen that JJ stole off a Kook. He was supposed to be here with them, also partaking, but he said he had "more important things to do" which was JJ speak for being in gross love and hanging out with his boyfriend.

"Hey," he tapped John B on the arm to get his attention. "When JJ and Edgar bang, who do you think is on top?"

John B went through the five stages of grief in under thirty seconds. "Why would I want to talk about that? That's not my business. And Edgar is, like, suuuper Catholic. I bet they don't even have sex." He paused, obviously thinking about it. "Probably JJ."

"First of all, they're definitely having sex, and they're definitely gross and sappy about it. I've seen the hickies JJ leaves on him. Secondly, I feel like it might be Edgar. Church people are always secretly nasty," Mikey said seriously, passing the pen back. "I walked in on him giving JJ head the other day."

John B gasped. "You didn't."

"I did!" Mikey laughed at the memory. "JJ wanted to murder me."

John B blew a cloud of smoke into the air, laughing as well. "I'm surprised he didn't."

"Edgar doesn't condone murder," Mikey teased, "Gimme the pen back, greedy."

"It's not even yours!" John B said, handing it over anyway. He lied on his side to watch Mikey smoke. "Can I kiss you?"

Mikey choked, dropping the pen onto the bed and sitting up as he hacked up a lung. "What?"

"I don't know. We don't have to. I'm just high as fuck and you look pretty and I want to kiss you."

There was a lot of reasons why this was a bad idea. 1. John B was still dealing with his previously mentioned teen divorce. Mikey wasn't sure he was equipped to be a rebound. 2. Mikey had been half in love with John B for pretty much his entire life, and he thought he was getting over those feelings. If they kissed, he'd fall headfirst, right back in. And it would be pathetic. 3. Probably most importantly, Mikey's ex boyfriend was a literal murderer who wanted John B dead, and would absolutely lose his shit if he found out something happened between them.

Still..

"Yeah, okay."

John B's giant fucking cow eyes managed to get even wider. "Seriously? We don't have to..."

Mikey rolled his eyes. "I'm a fully consenting adult, Johnny Boy. Now man up and kiss me."

John B scoffed. "You're such a loser."

"A loser you want to k–"

John B's mouth cut him off.

Mikey's very first thought was Wow, he really needs chapstick. His second thought was Oh my God, I'm kissing my best friend. Then his brain turned to TV static as John B grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

There weren't fireworks, like in the movies. And it didn't feel like hundreds of hummingbirds were inside of him, which was how JJ described his first kiss with Edgar when he was drunk off of a USA FourLoko. It just felt like it was something that was supposed to be happening. Like puzzle pieces meeting up.

John B pulled away, breathless, and Mikey bit his lip to stop himself from smiling. "S'at okay?"

Mikey nodded, scanning his face to see his reaction. He didn't look upset or confused or anything. He just looked like John B.

"Do you wanna.." He glanced down at Mikey's lips, "do it again?"

Mikey had never wanted anything more in his life. "Fuck yeah I do."

John B laughed, before leaning in again, sliding his hand into Mikey's hair.

#michael caswell #mikey asks #mikeyjohnb #asks #my writing #leaf tag 🌿

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stareyesandfreckles · 11 months

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read to me, darling 🍁

[fluff, bed-time story, lots of cuddling.]

Anastasia leaned her head on Dan Heng’s thigh, her cheek squished against the fabric of his pants comfortably. In her half-sleepy state, resting on his thigh was comfortable, and she didn’t disturb him that way.

One of his hands was resting on top of her head, fingers tangled in loose strands of blonde hair. Though in his hands, it looked more like precious gold. In his other hand he has a thin book, somehow not managing to drop it when he turns the page. Anastasia is completely confident that if she tried holding a book like that, it would fall down at least a hundred times before she figured it out.

“Dan Heng?” She whispered, her own sleepiness was clearly blanketed in her voice. She moved her gaze to look at his face. His teal eyes were fixated on the pages he was reading. So she merely tried again. “Dan Heng?”

When he didn’t acknowledge her, she knew she hadn’t quite gotten his attention. His fingertips remained comfortably in her hair, now twirling it, she noticed. She leaned up slightly, tapping his side gently. “Sweetheart? What are you reading? Anything good?”

Dan Heng’s hand stills in her hair and his eyes look down to meet her lovely amber ones. He smiles immediately. His cheeks were slightly tinted pink, like they always were when she caught him off guard. She relished in the sight, there was just something so special about getting him flustered. Especially since it felt like it was more often than not, vise-versa.

“Just the book I was reading last night, I’m not that far in.”

They were settled on top of Dan Heng’s blankets, which were all soft against her skin. They did kind of often, Dan Heng would sit right here when he finished archiving for the day, a book in his hand, the cutest pout of his lips as he got more focused. Best of all, he never minded when she joined him, head usually in his lap or like now, resting on his thigh.

Usually she would fall asleep while he read, but tonight she found herself a little more restless. When her shoulders shook ever so gently, Dan Heng didn’t say a word. He merely sets his book down safely and drapes his jacket over her trembling shoulders. It was warm and it felt like a hug from him.

“Cozy?” He asks, retrieving his book again and flipping back to the page he left off on. His hand went to go to return to her hair, but instead it settled on her back, thumb rubbing soothingly circles there.

“I’m cozy but..can you read to me?”

“Aloud?”

“Well yeah, I love your voice, I wanna go to a new world with you.”

Dan Heng decides to not mention to his sleepy girlfriend that they’ve gone to different worlds kind of regularly. Instead a smile graces his features as his hand slides over her skin and rests at her face, caressing her cheek absentmindedly. “Is that so, my love? I don’t mind then.”

“Really?” The tone in Anastasia’s voice in that moment could only be described as an excited puppy who was just told she was getting a treat. Adorable really. With the hand on her cheek, Dan Heng didn’t even need to look down to tell she was smiling. And so widely too, that was definitely on him. “I’m so happy!”

He was only a little ways into the book anyways, he didn’t mind flipping back for her. So he does, discarding his bookmark next to him for now. He drags his fingertips back to her hair to play with it again while he reads. “Okay, you ready?”

“So ready.”

His eyes fall back on the page, this time on page one. He starts to read, in a voice that Anastasia could only call angelic and soft, he starts to read to her.

🍁 🍁 🍁

Two chapters later Dan Heng feels the telltale sound of Anastasia’s gentle snoring against his leg, her arms stretched across his lap in her sleep. She is really clingy when she sleeps. Making sure to close the book as softly as he can, as to not wake her up.

He arranges the books around them so they won’t somehow end up in his bed white they sleep, ever so slightly pushed to the side. Then he embraces Anastasia and brings her to lay next to him. As soon as her head hits the pillow, she rolls over to her side and rests her head on his chest, arms encircling around his waist.

With a light laugh, Dan Heng resumes running his fingers through her hair, the action of it making him sleepier and sleepier.

“Let me know where you want us to leave off tomorrow, beloved, since you fell asleep at some point after chapter one,” He says, lips lingering at her forehead before he places a chaste kiss there. Sleepily and unconsciously, she smiles before settling back into him.

If she liked his voice so much, maybe she would enjoy doing this more often. Dan Heng would make sure not to read that book without her. The smile on her face when she listened to him read was just unforgettable.

Maybe tomorrow he would tell her that he picked up the book because of the title: “Anastasia.”

But for tonight he just brings her even closer, because they could never lay close enough, and rests his chin on top of her head. He liked to read to her, he decided. She would never realize just how much he was smiling the entire time.

Maybe he would tell her that, too.

#anastasia honkai #dang heng x ana #dan heng x oc #oc x canon #dan heng #honkai dan heng

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attzi-gearburst · 2 years

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Day 5: Fluff/Shiver (Attzi)

Word count: 600 Summary: After the guild trip to the hot springs, Attzi enjoys some warmth back at home. Warnings: ...Fluff

@daily-writing-challenge

Attzi was resting on her bed, knees up, using her legs as a makeshift desk as she scribbled the day’s summary down into her notebook. Her tiny Everlook room felt very different than her home in Booty Bay; instead of salt air and the constant sound of waves, there was the silence of thick walls insulated by snow. Her bed was covered in a thick, fluffy duvet which didn’t match the flannel sheets underneath. On the far wall, a shelf held more books than was likely safe, as well as a few tattered plushies. A box by the door had half-finished projects she’d practiced with as a child in the family lab. The floor had a thick, but well-worn rug, faintly stained from art supply mishaps. Even the pajamas she was wearing were comfortably faded.

Being here didn’t make her feel like a kid again, but it did make her feel comfortable. Her home had always been a safe place to both live in, and come back to. Honestly, as old as she was, her parents could have easily converted it to a guest bedroom by now, but they had never even suggested it. Attzi knew that if necessary her room would be waiting, and her parents would be glad to have her for as long as she needed.

She was about halfway through describing being knocked off the fallen log during their snowball fight for the third time when a soft tapping sounded at her window. She tucked her pen behind her ear and clambered off the bed, taking the two steps necessary to get to the window. Pushing back the insulating curtain, she grinned at the familiar face on the other side of the glass.

Attzi pushed the window open. “Ya made it!”

“Hello again, love.”

“How was the rest a th’ social?”

She stepped aside to allow Kappi room to climb in, which he did with far more grace than she ever had managed. He turned and shut the window behind him, then looked around the room with interest. “It was uneventful,” he replied. “A bit more talking around the fire, and then we decided it was late enough.”

“Well, all ya missed on my end was me scarin’ the fel outta Ma ‘cause I snuck in through my own window outta nostalgia.”

He stifled a laugh, looking toward the door. She grinned at him and gestured grandly at her little room.

“Welcome ta my childhood. If ya wanna get settled, I’m almost done with my notes.”

“Take your time.”

He set his pack down on a free bit of floor and began getting out of his snow gear. Attzi returned to the bed and kept writing. By now, Kappi was used to giving her time to write every night, and time to read over her notes every morning, so she didn’t feel rushed by his being there. She filled out another full page of shorthand before finally shutting the notebook with a snap and turning her attention to her companion.

Kappi was down to a shirt and shorts, standing by her bookshelf and idly browsing the titles. She hopped off the bed and walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his middle and resting her chin on his shoulder. “Didja really haveta brush up against my legs like that in front a Burnie? I think he thought ya grabbed my ass underwater.”

Kappi chuckled. “Sorry. I could not resist.”

She kissed his cheek. “We’re supposed ta be professional around coworkers.”

“And I believe we usually are.” He tilted his head and smirked at her.

Attzi giggled and pulled away, taking him by the shoulder and heading for bed. “C’mon. I’m sleepy an’ I wanna cuddle.”

He followed without protest.

Her bed was barely big enough for both of them, but once they were settled in under the covers and she had her forehead pressed to his chest, one arm draped across his waist, it was cozy and warm. It wasn’t like they needed much space, anyway, with how they slept. Attzi stifled a yawn and closed her eyes, hooking a leg with one of his and enjoying the feeling of having Kappi close. Somehow, it made her childhood safe space feel even safer.

#Attzi Gearburst #augustdwc2022 #augustday52022 #Kaptzi #not schematics

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keeponquinning · 1 year

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Let’s take a peek at Dancing with the Ghost of You 👀🤍

Ask me to spoil my current WIPs / plot bunnies.

Okay! So, first off it's not an original idea, I'm sure I've seen version of this out there, so 100% claim this is not groundbreaking but an idea that popped in my head and scenes birthed themselves in my thoughts and as soon as that happens, it's over, I'm attempting it. Let me make up a little synopsis for it that I may end up using for when it's actually finished:

Steve Harrington was used to making a lot of promises, some for reassurance, some to give hope, in desperate times. Eddie Munson made him promise to make sure you were taken care of if things went bad. You made him promise to make sure Eddie would come back to you. He couldn't keep one promise, he was determined to keep the other. Which was good, as you found, grief was a bitch, never giving you peace, especially in your dreams, conflicting with your reality at every turn.

( Yeah, we're doing steve x grieving!reader, bc i want to give him a happy ending but not be easy about it. eddie x reader in flashbacks, each chapter I'm planning to have at least one of the relationship, my first dance of angst. I've written five paragraphs of it so far, to which, to the read more! )

Friday night. Not too dead, not too busy, not at the dive bar and grill you work at, anyway. It had its perks, though, you were still young, a year after high school. College didn't interest you, not for what you had planned for your future. That relied on the stage — oh, not that stage. No, no, not the one at your work, but it was a stage....technically. Which would hopefully lead to a better stage, bigger, brighter, better sound system that could play to a whole screaming crowd bigger than this place could hold. But, for now, it was your stage. When your manager deemed it dead enough for you to take it.

But now, you were behind the bar, doing half ass cocktails in a town that really asked for anything on tap. Watching a girl on your stage, lace gloves, dangling earrings and leg warmers, singing her little heart out... Completely mangling Madonna. Like A Virgin seemed appropriate. Inexperienced. Clumsy. Awkward. A huge sense of am I doing this right? You didn't even like Madonna that much but as you wiped down the counter, your eyes couldn't stay away from the stage as she was absolutely committing a crime. The worst thing? You absolutely remembered this girl from school, Tammy Thompson, the girl you were in choir with, that everyone was certain would scale the music charts.

"Yikes," someone else had said, a familiar voice, your eyes swiping toward him, alone on the bar stool. "Muppet. I swear. Just like a muppet."

Your lips quirked, the start of a snicker just about to be brought out. Wasn't wrong, and now that he said it, you couldn't not hear it. Perhaps it was mean, you more than anyone knew it took a lot to make it into music, and really, you didn't know much about Tammy's passion, if it matched yours or if she sang like any songbird did — simply because people said they should. But... God, the fact that she got a spot before you without having to tend bar first, seemed more than a little insulting. Still, you couldn't quite resist. "Are we thinking Kermit or Miss Piggy? I'm hoping Kermit, slander against Miss Piggy is something I can't let stand. Or Fozzie the Bear, I'm getting a feel more for Fozzie."

That got him, where you were kind enough not to snicker out right, he laughed, loudly. Your eyes flashing toward Tammy, at least glad she didn't seem to notice, her eyes closed and focused on the song, at least it reaching its end — though still a few more songs in her set. Your eyes flashing back to him, recognizing him of course, looking a bit different than his high school days, about the same time you graduated. He looked over at you with a smile, parting his lip to speak, but another spoke from the other side of you, snapping your attention away from him. "Pitcher of your finest, but definitely cheapest ice cold beer, please?"

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