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zukuist · 3 years

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𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

nothing. it’s just my birthday 😩🤌✨❕

fandom/s: 僕のヘロアカ��ミア // boku no hero academia [bnha]

includes: i. midoriya, k. bakugō, s. todoroki, e. kirishima

PART ONE (CURRENT) • PART TWO

mutual pining, the boys just have a crush on you, soon-to-be established relationship

your name is shortened to y/n, gender neutral!

notes: yes, i am an aries, and yes- i am 15, wow 😔 still a child but older, i guess! anyways, this is my imagine of what the bnha boys would use as excuses whenever they wanted to see you, but didn’t just want to say it. does that make sense? lmao i hope so

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midoriya izuku

— ‘RESEARCH’

ah yes. this is izuku’s go to excuse.

normally, he’d be too timid to go up to you, and ask you for a hangout. i mean.. he’d never be gutsy to even ask you in the first place. however! you know what else he could do? he could just.. walk up to you, notebook and pen in hand, and ask you about things!

yeah.. things. like.. fun facts he didn’t know about your quirk, or anything he could learn from you. and it could honestly come off as creepy, if it weren’t for the fact that well.. izuku’s always like this and also because you.. also like him

“hey, y/n! could you tell me about your quirk’s drawback? uh! i mean.. you’re not obligated, and i’m not forcing you, nope! nope! that’s not it at all!”

this goes on for a long time, until well.. he runs out of things to ask. and really, he just wishes he had the swave energy, and the guts to just ask you out upfront. it’s cute alright but..! tiring for everyone around you both

bakugō katsuki

— ‘SPAR’

“you. me. spar, now.” “now.?” “did i fucking hesitate? YES, NOW!”

it’s an excuse that ends up flying under the radar, and it’s not really something you’d question. man’s always challenging someone, if he puts his mind on it. but, he doesn’t want to beat you up and spar with you like this, he.. wishes he could just ask you out like a rational person, then again, he could never put his ego aside for something ‘trivial’ so, that’s his excuse for now.

you’re alarmed during the first time he forced you to spar with him, but you learned to start expecting it, since he’d march towards you, with a knowing look daily

“again? but we’ve just sparred yesterday!” “do you wanna beat me, or do you wanna stay being a bottom feeder?”

someone has to tell him that he should just get his feelings sorted out and actually ask you out, instead of forcing you to spar with him, it’ll make things easier for him! otherwise.. he’ll stick with the ‘forcing your crush to spar with you’ technique. just.. take the hint!

todoroki shotō

— ‘THEORIES’

it’s a special case with him, and it’s not really a very obvious excuse, and it’s not one people have expected out of him!

theories of his classmates are his way to go. they’re so sudden but.. it’s also very in character, to the point that no one dares to question a thing. those theories might seem a little absurd or silly, sometimes outlandish, but seeing your facial expressions change whenever you drink in a point, makes his heart race.

there seems to be a time of day where shotō decides to let you know about his ideas. you’d ask him why he’s very specific about it, but he can only shrug, as he continues on whatever he was thinking about.

shotō’s still new to the realm of romantic feelings. it’s almost as if he’s a newborn, setting foot into the world, still testing the waters. consider the fact that he didn’t grow up with the best examples of love and you know who.

you’d definitely understand, right? i mean, it might seem a little odd, but it’s endearing, knowing that he only goes to you, just to report on the latest theories.

kirishima eijirō

— ‘NEW MOVES’

from the name itself, you probably have an idea of what his ‘excuses’ would be like

“hey y/n! would you like to look at a new combo i’ve made? pretty cool ‘nd manly, huh?” he’ll say while radiating literal light, with that signature toothy grin of his

the good thing about having a crush, is that they’re also a nice motivator. that’s what eijirō enjoys the most about having crushes. well.. not the most-most, but you get what i mean. you’ve always motivated him to be the best version of himself (not that the other characters aren’t motivated by you but.. it’s more evident in eijirō.)

he’s constantly trying out more combos, just so he could show you. sometimes, he finds himself making up moves in the shower, or sometimes even when he’s laying down in bed. it’s really all so he could show up the next day, and show you another manly move! i mean.. he definitely doesn’t have an ulterior motive, and it’s definitely not because he’s constantly finding excuses, so he could see and talk to you, nope.

..that’s what he always says, when he’s being relentlessly teased to death by mina and kaminari. oh well, he’ll need to gather the guts some day! but for now.. he’s fine with this, as long as you’re content with it too :)

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©zukuist 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei, do not steal❕

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twistedtranslations · 4 years

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Rook Hunt - The real culprit is... you!

You can unlock this story by getting Rook’s SSR Dorm uniform

Translation under the cut

Rook calls Epel “himeringo”, the Japanese word for plumleaf crabapple. I shortened it.

As we know already, Epel sometimes slips in his country accent, hence the weird wording.

Chapter 1

Courtyard

Vil: …8…9…10! Next up is the camel pose. Push your chest out and lean your upper body backward. Hold your ankles with your hands and keep that pose.

Everyone: Yes!

Epel: Ugh… Rook…

Rook: What is it, monsieur Crabapple?

Epel: I came to help with the shooting of the next work of the cinema studies club, but… Argh! Why are we doing yoga… Ugh?

Rook: Epel, you know, it's because we wanted you to take part in relaxing activities. If people relaxed, they will become more flexible mentally, and more active in discussions and communication. Yoga is the best exercise to improve your blood flow, metabolism and it soothes your mind. Moreso, your posture and physique will become much more beautiful! That's why Vil does yoga before his cinema studies activities.

Epel: I, I see… Is there…. An easier method?

Rook: By the way, Epel. You should bend your back more if you want to call it a camel pose. Okay, I will help you out and pull your arms back!

Epel: Eh, no, I'm fine- OUCH!!!!

Rook: Hahaha, monsieur Crabapple, you're body is quite stiff.

Savanaclaw Student A: Hey, look, it's the guys from the cinema studies. What a weird-looking pose is that! Man, I'd be way too embarrassed to wriggle like that in front of everyone.

Cinema studies Student A: Why are you guys butting in suddenly? This is just yoga…

Cinema studies Student B: Leave it be. Those muscle brains from Savanaclaw wouldn't understand our graceful bodybuilding.

Savanaclaw Student B: Huh? Are you picking a fight!

Rook: Oh please, there's no need to get angry! Why don't you join us? We can polish our beauty and deepen our friendship with yoga!

Savanaclaw Student A: Who'd do that! Beauty won't fill your belly. C'mon, let's go.

Epel: … friggin' irritatin'. Rook, I don't know how or why you could invite those guys…

Rook: I thought they might understand the benefits of yoga if they did it. How regrettable. Oh, me of all people! While I was talking, I forgot to help you out. My bad, let's continue.

Epel; Um, no, I don't need it… OUCH!!!!

Vil: Epel?

Epel: Ah… Vil.

Vil: I thought I heard a crushed frog's ugly cry, but that was my imagination, wasn't it?

Epel: Ugh… I'm sorry, I'll pay attention to it.

Vil: Rook, I think there will be no problems if you are by his side but… If anything happens, I hope you will "properly" discipline him. Not only does he lack in manners and aesthetics, but many other facets as well.

Epel: Is… that so?

Vil: Didn't you get frustrated when the Savanaclaw students reprimanded you? Do not involve Pomefiore in trivial arguments. Understood?

Epel: Understood…

Vil: Rook. If Epel quarrels with other dorm students during the shooting period… I will expel you two from the cinema studies- no, the dorm.

Epel: … I'm only here because you asked me to help.

Vil: Did you say anything?

Epel: Nuthin’- I mean, I said nothing.

Vil: In any case. Please refrain from idiotic behavior that could tarnish Pomefiore's name.

Rook: Oui, Roi du Poison. Leave it to me!

Cinema studies Student A: Those three seem to get along well as usual…

Cinema studies Student C: Epel and Rook are amazing. Leaving out the fact that they're from the same dorm, they can talk to Vil so casually. Perhaps I'm still too nervous because I saw him on the TV and in magazines before I entered the college?

Cinema studies Student A: Right. They're amazing for being able to to talk with him without constraints.

Interior Hallway

The next day

Epel: Ah, Rook.

Rook: Hello, Epel. You're here early.

Epel: Yes. My class finished early…

Students: Congratulations!

Rook: You guys too… We are the most enthusiastic people in the club today.

Classroom

Rook: Vil isn't here today because of work, therefore I will instruct you on the activities…

Cinema Studies B: … Is something wrong?

Rook: La vache (Oh the cow)… how terrible. Look at that.

Epel: Argh! Vil's clothes are torn into pieces!?

Cinema studies Student A: And it's not only his clothes but also the photo sets on the wall…

Everyone: !!

Epel: The heck, what are those weird words written in red…

Rook: "A defective beauty"… It must be a message from the one who tore up the clothes. Fufu, this is quite a case… And a direct declaration of war on us!!

Chapter 2

Classroom

Rook: Fufu, this is quite a case… And a direct declaration of war on us!!

Epel: Is there anyone in the cinema studies club who’d tear up his clothes with ill intent…? Who would do that…

Cinema studies Student A: Hey, those marks on those ripped clothes… Don't they look like they've been made by sharp claws?

Cinema studies Student B: Claws… Then this could be the work of the Savanaclaw students. But why would they…

Cinema studies Student A: … Could it be those guys from yesterday?

Epel: Do you mean the ones who made fun of us..?

Cinema studies Student A: Yeah. The guys from Savanaclaw said it then, right? "Beauty" won't fill your belly.

Cinema studies Student B: So a Savanaclaw student with a grudge from yesterday wrote a message on the wall and tore up Vil's clothes?

Epel: If they didn't like it, they can face us up front. This is cowardly.

Cinema studies Student A: Epel, you are a good person. Even though you aren't part of the cinema club, you still get angry for us.

Epel: I ain't forgivin' them for goin' behind our backs… I mean, we cannot allow them to do this.

Cinema studies Student C: Yeah. We won't stay quiet about these precious clothes being destroyed!

Epel: Yeah! Let's search for those guys from yesterday and have'm complain to our face!

Everyone: Yeah!

Cinema studies Student A: Hey, wait everyone- ... And they went.

Rook: Oho, everyone seems very passionate.

Cinema studies Student A: Rook, are you not following them?

Rook: The sadness of losing such a beautiful thing stunned me for a moment.

Cinema studies Student A: … I see. I'll stop Epel and the others.

Rook: Oh my, to be in such a situation on the day Vil isn't here. Or to be more precise, "because he isn't here". Moreso… "A defective beauty". I should solve this case before Vil returns.

Rook: I should investigate to see if I can find evidence that links to the culprit. Let's start at the place where the fabric was torn. …As I expected. It's not a scratch even though it resembles one. They used 25 cm long scissors with 9 cm long blades to cut it. From the angle of the tears, I can guess that the culprit is right-handed. They held it with their left hand by the torso and used their right hand to cut from the shoulder to the waist with the scissors…

Rook: The culprit is probably around 168-172 cm. That narrows it down a bit! Fufufu… Even though I've experienced the hunt for an animal's traces many times, it still elates me. Oho, I can't let myself get carried away. I have to concentrate on the investigation… … Aha. I see… Fufu, I have deduced the animal. Now it's hunting time!

Courtyard

Savanaclaw Student A: Shut up! We didn't do it. Who gives a shit about your clothes!

Epel: If there's anythin' you wanted to say, tell 's up front instead of harassin'… you're so unmanly, senior.

Savanclaw Student A: What!?

Cinema studies Student B: If we cannot agree and don't progress then… We will have a duel!!!!

Savanaclaw Student B: Hah, come at me. I don't think you culture boys will be much of an opponent though.

Everyone: HAAAAH!!

/Fighting sounds

???: Stop it!

Savanaclaw Student A: Huh…

Cinema studies Student A: All our magic was swept away!?

Epel: Rook!?

Rook: Turn your magical pen in, everyone. It's forbidden to use magic for your personal struggles. Besides, you’re in the wrong by blaming them. They have nothing to do with what happened.

Epel: Huh…

Savanaclaw Student B: Pf! You got us involved in some weird stuff. We did nothin' so we're off.

Cinema studies Student B: … How foolish! If they didn't do it, then please tell us who did such a horrible thing!

Rook: The cause of this tragedy is deep love. The real culprit is… You!

Chapter 3

Rook: The cause of this tragedy is deep love. The real culprit is… You!

Courtyard

Cinema studies Student B/Epel: Huh…

Cinema studies Student C/D: No way…

Cinema studies Student A: …

Cinema studies Student B: He can't be the culprit, Rook! He's the costumer of the cinema studies club!?

Cinema studies Student A: That's right. You saw it, right? That "A Defective beauty", what a disgusting and criminal declaration!!

Rook: Yes, I saw it. That felt out of place. As the Savanclaw students said, they don't only not care , but even negate the very existence of "beauty". Despite that, do you think they would use an eloquent expression like "Defective"? While I was thinking about that, I inspected the garment that seemed to be torn apart by claws carefully.. And followed the clues to you.

Cinema studies Student A: Why… Me?

Rook: The scratches on the garments. They were cut by scissors in the shape of a beast's talons. And by examining the traces of your cut, I could deduce their height and their dominant arm, which happens to concur with yours. And there's more evidence. What I hold in my hand right now is a piece cut from the garments… Look at the lining?

Epel: The lining? What's wrong with it?

Rook: It's loosely sewn. This garment hasn't been used once for a photoshoot, and it's not the only part that doesn't harmonize well on the camera… Vil is the kind of person who strives for perfect quality from the fabric to the sewing and the accessories. He wouldn't have let this shoddy tailoring pass.

Epel: Um, so someone tore up the garments of the cinema studies club. But it was a fake, and not the real one…? I, I'm confused.

Rook: He hesitated at the moment of the crime when he was about to tear Vil's clothes, so he replaced it with a fake. The essential part is that the fake was made intending to fit Vil perfectly. There are only two people besides Vil that know his measurements exactly. The first one is me. And the other one is…

Epel: The costumer… who is in charge of taking his measurements?

Cinema studies Student A: Ugh…

Rook: I suggest you don't make more excuses now. Won't you tell us your reason?

Cinema studies Student A: I-, I did it because… I was jealous! You and Epel get along great with the esteemed Vil!

Epel: Huh! You think we're getting along great? The only thing he does is scold me though…

Cinema studies Student A: That's plenty! I admire Vil, studied what he likes, and devoted myself with all my might to the cinema studies club! Even so, I never got any closer to him since I enrolled! So I tried to make you two fight the other dorms… and have you expelled from the cinema studies club.

Epel: Well ain't you a peach…

Cinema studies Student A: … I'm sorry for causing an inconvenience to everyone in the club. I'll take responsibility and quit the club.

Rook: Quit the club? Non!! That would be outrageous, my dear costumer!

Everyone: Huh!?

Cinema studies Student A: W-Why…

Rook: This case. His love for Vil created and destroyed it. Thus… Love only won't make you able to finish a piece that can be mistaken for the real thing. The way your fingers assembled this with thread and needle, it's actually beautiful. If the cinema studies club were to lose a talent like yours, Vil wouldn't be pleased. Your atonement will be your contributions to the club.

Cinema studies Student B: It's just as Rook says. You are the best out of us at dressmaking, if you weren't here it would stump us. Come on, let's go back to the clubroom. Let's repair this garment before Vil comes back from his work!

Cinema studies Student A: ! Y-Yes!!

Rook: Okay! That settles one case.

Epel: Rook! That was splendid. You are so observant, to tell it's a counterfeit just by the seams.

Rook: Ah. That was a lie! No one hand-sews anything these times. They all use a sewing machine. You can't see that with the naked eye, right? It was a trick.

Epel: Huh… Huuuh!? Then how did you know it was a fake?

Rook: Fufufu, the truth is much simpler. Smell. The counterfeit clothes didn't have a single atom of the characteristic and unique mellow fragrance that Vil has, so I knew immediately.

Epel: What!? That investigation method is kinda… gross, you know?

Rook: Listen, Epel. I regard the information you can get by smelling highly, as it's useful for hunting. You can know the places one visited or in this case, the person's characteristics, by the traces of their smell. For example… sniff sniff. What you had for lunch today-

Epel: Argh!? S-Stop this!

Rook: Hahaha! Just kidding. My nose isn't that good either.

Epel: I thought you were amazing like a detective, but… maybe you're really just a weirdo.

#twisted wonderland #epel felmier #rook hunt #vil schoenheit #translation #personal story

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ssamie · 3 years

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ten. SENPAI

suna rintaro x fem! mitsuri reader

(kny x hq)

warnings: spelling mistakes, really long [4k words], i kinda hate this nnjsjk, italicized words/ sentences are her thoughts, mitsuri’s hair+eye color was used.

gen masterlist. sakura mochi.

"good job, zenitsu!!" she cooed at the blond as he once again snapped out of his unconsciousness

"hah??" zenitsu spluttered as he looked around him, and the dummy that he had just beheaded "what happened??" he asked with a frantic look on his face as he looked at his sword and hands

"you did a great job, zenitsu-kun!" y/n cheered for him "you were even faster than before!"

"i was?!" zenitsu shrieked in surprise "b-but i was asleep!"

"yeah you were" she nodded with a smile

"then are you lying to me?" zenitsu cried childishly "you don't have to lie to me, y/n-senpai! i know im weak!" she frowned at his words and went to pat his back, "you're not weak zenitsu-kun, you were just frightened, but that's fine! you still did well!" she huffed

"no." zenitsu denied in a cold tone

"i don't tolerate bittersweet lies like that. don't lie to me. you probably cut that dummy to make me feel better, right? well it didn't make me feel better. i hate this. i hate myself. im gonna die if this keeps up. i don't wanna die, y/n-senpai. i wanna leave and start a new life in the mountains. sword fighting will only shorten my lifespan. "

"ah.. okay.." she mumbled back in return as she looked at him with dotted eyes and a blank smile, while he gives her a cold stare

"..."

"y/n-senpai! it's my turn to train with you" tanjiro chimed in with an excited smile "oh, of cour-"

"shut up, monjiro! it's my turn!" inosuke interjected with a loud scream as he pushed tanjiro away

"and you, (wrong name)! fight me! fight me!" inosuke challenged her, followed by a loud laugh

"AGH, SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU! IT'S STILL MY TURN TO TRAIN!" zenitsu whined aggressively as he hugged her waist with a snarl "eh?? but you said you didn't want to train anymore!" tanjiro said with a frown "you were saying it'd shorten your lifespan or something" tanjiro raised a brow

"i- you heard nothing." zenitsu dismissed "anyways, y/n-senpai" the blond faced her with a dumb lovestruck smile, a bright and flowery aura surrounding him

"should we continue-"

"get the fuck away from her, you whiny cunt." obanai abruptly snarled. as expected, zenitsu shrieked and jumped from fright. his eyes were wide as he shuddered from obanai's glare

"iguro-senpai! i didnt even hear you!" zenitsu shrieked as he nervously hid behind tanjiro "obanai-kun tends to silence his footsteps and breathing when sneaking up on his opponents" y/n pointed out

"i guess it works even on you, who has a heightened sense of hearing" she hummed thoughtfully

'so cool! obanai-kun is so cool!' she squealed internally

"anyways, obanai-kun.. is there any reason that you're here?" she asked him "yeah. i got you food.." obanai answered quietly as he presented a container of muffins before her

he smiled fondly as she eagerly took it from his hands with a wide grin, looking almost too excited for a simple snack "ahh!! thank you, obanai-kun!!" she exclaimed with a flustered smile as she hugged him to her chest

"um- its fine.." obanai replied with a sheer blush covering his cheeks "anyways, let's eat!" she cheered excitedly as she grasped his hand and dragged him over to a wider spot

"wait- tanjiro! he's stealing y/n-senpai all to himself!" zenitsu cried upon realisation "let's just leave them be, zenitsu" tanjiro waved him off as he turned around to leave

"B-BUT I WAS GONNA TRAIN WITH HER-- what was that?"

zenitsu abruptly stopped his tantrum to suspiciously eye the doors leading to the entrance of the dojo. he cupped his hands around his ears, as if trying to eavesdrop in a conversation

"huh? what is it, zenitsu?" tanjiro asked in curiosity "i heard some unfamiliar voices outside.. but one in particular kind of rang a bell.." he replied

tanjiro and inosuke looked at him curiously, trying to decipher what he meant. "the hell are you talking about, monitsu?!" inosuke snarled with an amused scoff as he swings his swords around

"im saying that thOSE VOICES COULD BE THE DEMONS THE OLD BLIND GUY TALKS ABOUT IN HIS STORIES!!" zenitsu yelled in panic

"don't address oyakata-sama like that!" tanjiro frantically shushed him by slapping his hand over the blond's mouth "also, it can't be demons, zenitsu. it's probably just some vendors selling some food" tanjiro sighed

the door to the training room suddenly opened, revealing a nonchalant looking muichiro and three boys behind him ".. or not?" tanjiro muttered in confusion

"um, muichiro-kun, who do you have there?" tanjiro asked him with a confused but kind smile. muichiro simply stared at him with empty eyes, slowly looking up and humming as if he was in deep thought

"i forgot." he replied

"oi! we just told you our names a minute ago, dude!" atsumu whined with a sigh of exasperation

"yo" suna nodded at them in acknowledgement "oh! it's you!" tanjiro exclaimed upon realisation "it's nice to see you again, um suna-san, right?"

"yeah. hey" suna waved at him

"agh! it's you!" zenitsu shrieked as he glared at the brunette "he stole y/n-senpai from us back then, tanjiro!" he hissed aggressively into the boy's ear

"ha?! who the hell are you?!" inosuke exclaimed with a huff "oi! muziro! don't let strangers in here!" inosuke yelled as he pointed an accusing finger to the younger hashira's face

"sorry for the intrusion. we're here for y/n" osamu clarified "she told us to meet her here"

"hmm. what's the color of that plant again?" muichiro mumbled to himself as he strayed at the potted plant by the corner of the room "green." suna answered him

"i don't know you." muichiro deadpanned "but.. y/n does.. i think" he muttered "yeah, we told you that like a minute ago" atsumu mused

"shut up. don't intercept my thoughts. you don't amuse me." muichiro said in a cold tone as he pushed past atsumu and walked out the door

"anyways, come in! we're having a short break at the moment" tanjiro chimed in with a his usual kind smile. the boy was holding back zenitsu and inosuke from lashing out and scaring off the guests, while trying to make the boys comfortable

"anyways, are you two the miya twins?" tanjiro asked the pair as he made them sit on some tatami mats "yeah we are." osamu answered in a polite manner "your dojo is very nice-"

"yo! is that a pig head?!" atsumu exclaimed excitedly as he pointed at inosuke's boar mask "ha?! the hell did you call me?!" inosuke yelled back as he tried to slash him with the sword, although zenitsu held him back

"im sorry. he's very dense and have no sense of respect sometimes." osamu said with an unbothered look on his face "yeah, just pretend he's not there." suna chimed in with a sigh

"oi! you're both so plastic! im nice, alright?!" atsumu huffed in aggravation "also, i was just asking if the head was real cus it looks cool on ya!" atsumu defended

"no, no! it's alright, we're really sorry about inosuke" tanjiro laughed nervously

"he's very aggressive and-" "extremely stupid" zenitsu cut him off

tanjiro sweat dropped but nodded anyways "ahm.. yes that.. we're sorry again" he bowed in apology "inosuke?" tanjiro turned to the boy, only to see him sitting uncharacteristically quiet with his hands folded on his lap

he was looking at atsumu through his mask, white puffs and sparkles surrounding him as he does so "seriously?" zenitsu sweat dropped "he gets this happy over a compliment?" he sneered

"you're not really any better, zenitsu" tanjiro sighed and shook his head lightly

"anyways, we'll call y/n-senpai-"

"wahh!! suna-kun is that you?!" y/n squealed excitedly from outside where she was eating with obanai "i guess there's no need to call her" tanjiro chuckled lightheartedly as he watched the girl run towards the brunette

"suna-kun, im so glad you're here!" she cheered as she hesitantly hugged his waist "i didnt think you would actually come" she chuckled nervously

"well, i did say i wanted to watch you train, right?" suna cooed with a chuckle as he briefly hugged her back

"ehem. cough cough. ehem. we're here too" atsumu fake coughed "we're here. alive. standing. waiting for you to notice us.. not just suna.."

she gave him a grin and ran into his arms, slightly swaying from side to side as she let out a train of apologies "samu-kun, i didn't think you'd be interested in showing" she said with a laugh as osamu snatched her from his twin

"why not?" osamu questioned as he patted her head with his hand "well, i thought you'd rather be cooking or something like that.." she said with a hum

"well, i actually did cook you something" osamu said as he pulled out a bento for her "but i don't know if you've eaten already or not" he said

"thank you, thank you, thank you!!" she exclaimed with a grin as she excitedly grasped it in her hands "i can eat that later" she hummed excitedly "but for now, i need to train.." she said

"heck yeah! that's what we came here for" atsumu cheered

"correction. that's what i came here for." suna said with a grunt "you just followed me uninvited"

"hey! now who said we'd leave you alone with her, sunarin?" atsumu narrowed his eyes at him

"what the hell" a voice hissed from afar. they all looked over to see obanai glaring at their direction, looking overly annoyed and unamused

"oh, obanai-kun! suna and the twins are here to watch me train" she said to him "is that so." he hissed out

his heterochromatic eyes wandered over to the three boys, briefly eyeing them up and down before sighing "whatever. let's get it going then" obanai muttered as he turned around to unsheath his sword, with kaburamaru hissing by his shoulder

y/n dismissed his indifference and simply jumped up on her feet, giddily following along as she discards her sword's sheath "are we gonna fight each other, obanai-kun?" she hummed cheerily

"yes. unless you want someone else to take my place" obanai muttered as he fixed his stance "nope! this should be fine!" she exclaimed happily as she points her sword directly at the male

the kamaboko squad was sat alongside the twins and suna. the boys were more than happy to watch the two hashiras spar. though for the three swordsmen were looking forward to gain more knowledge and technique

whereas the twins were simply watching wide eyed in awe and admiration despite y/n not doing anything just yet

and suna. well, suna was just there.

he was admiring her from head to toe. she didn't look much different than how they usually see her. except this time, she was sporting a dress-like uniform and haori and some green striped stockings which matched her hair

her chest was heavily exposed, though he was nice enough to avoid looking at the exposed skin.

well, atleast he tried not to.

"she looks so.." suna muttered as he watched her twist her wrist to gently swing the sword around "AWESOME!!" the twins simultaneously yelled as they started bumping each other's shoulders in excitement

"haha, she does doesn't she?" tanjiro chuckled lightly as he started pulling the three males further away from the hashiras "but as cool as she looks, she might not have enough space to maneuver so we gotta stay out of their way" tanjiro explained

"you might get injured" tanjiro warned them "or stabbed! or killed!" zenitsu followed up with a shriek as he frantically hid beneath the comfort of his haori

"HA! AS IF I'LL HIDE FROM THAT!" inosuke huffed cockily "THE GREAT INOSUKE-SAMA WON'T BACK DOWN FROM A LITTLE SCRATCH-"

everyone stopped talking as blood suddenly started dripping down inosuke's arm. they all blinked twice from shock, before breaking out into loud screeches.

"W-W-WHAT THE HELL?! DID YOU SEE THAT TANJIRO?! THE BOAR GOT SLICED! HE GOT SLICED!" zenitsu yelled in fear

"shut up, you damn pigs." obanai scowled as he suddenly reappeared from behind inosuke "i-iguro-senpai! why did you do that?!" tanjiro panicked as he hurriedly took off his haori to press it down on inosuke's wound

"if you lowlifes won't shut up, you can just leave." obanai hissed as he started walking back to his initial spot

"so shut up, will you?"

"y-yes sir!" they all saluted him and quickly backed away into a corner "what the hell was that?!" atsumu whisper shouted to tanjiro "did he just try to kill him?!" osamu whisper shouted as well

"ahaha, well.." tanjiro chuckled sheepishly "he did, yes."

"what the hell?! and this is normal for yall?!" atsumu shrieked out as he hugged suna's arm out of fright

"well yes, but don't worry! im sure iguro-senpai was just joking around" tanjiro laughed half-heartedly as he continued to press down on inosuke's wound. they all sweat dropped as he kept on a smile on his face while basically keeping the poor boy from dying

"i don't think that should be considered 'joking around' , you know?" suna muttered with a sigh. suna looked away as soon as they started talking once again, not really that interested in whatever absurd topic they were on.

instead he looked ahead to watch y/n scold obanai for his shameless act. to his surprise, obanai was actually looking ashamed. he was muttering apologies, though suna was sure it was only so she wouldn't get mad at him.

"geez" she sighed loudly, "let's just start then. after this, you should go get your shoulder treated, inosuke" she said

"dont tell me what to do, you hag!" inosuke scowled followed by a taunting laugh "why you-" obanai hissed through gritted teeth as he once again got ready to attack the poor boy

"obanai-kun!" she yelled out warningly, using her sword to block his just attack just before it could hit him again "he's not your opponent, obanai-kun" she cooed in a sweet tone "you're fighting against me, so put some respect in my name and blade and fight me properly, okay~" she cooed with a giggle

"fine." obanai muttered in reply

"man, she's so cool" atsumu let out a low whistle as he laid his back on the wooden walls "they're fast" osamu muttered, desperately trying to keep up with their almost inhumane speed

"i don't want to hurt you, y/n" obanai muttered as he harshly brought his blade down onto her neck "dont worry about me, obanai-kun, you're doing very well" she cooed in admiration as she swiftly dodged the blade

"they're able to hold a conversation during this?" suna muttered in slight disbelief and amusement "more importantly, shouldn't they have done this outside?" osamu asked as he picked up some more chipped wood off the floor

"they're basically destroying the place" he said

"dont worry about that, miya-san" tanjiro said "this is how the training rooms normally end up, anyways" they nodded and proceeded to watch.

"obanai-kun, suna-kun is here so im gonna show off a little okay?" she whispered to him with a smile. obanai looked up at her in confusion, irking a brow as he felt his stomach churn from jealousy

"what the hell are you talking about-"

"im sorry in advance, obanai-kun!" she exclaimed as she whipped her sword around. the distinctive components of the blade let it bend and sway in ways that they were sure defied physics

"eh? the sword bended?" suna muttered in confusion "not just the sword, her whole body bended!" atsumu shrieked as he pointed to the girl's figure

she was balancing her weight on both her arms as she bended backwards to avoid obanai's blade . she swung her legs and landed perfectly with ease.

'oh my, obanai-kun almost hit me' she thought to herself

'he's so cool!' she squealed internally

'but this fight has been going on for too long' she thought to herself as she watched obanai pull his blade from the wooden walls where it struck

'and suna-kun.. does he think im not good enough?!' she suddenly panicked

she looked back to see suna with his eyes trained on her figure, watching in awe and admiration. though since it was suna we're talking about, his face was still as stoic as it could be, causing her to jump into unreasonable conclusions

'does he think im boring and weak?!' she panicked 'fine then, i'll do my best'

the room seemed to quiet down as she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply before sighing.she grasped the hilt of her sword tightly and muttered,

"love breathing. first form. "

obanai paused and widened his eyes in surprise. it has been an unspoken rule between the two of them that they were not to use their breathing styles against each other. or atleast not in petty and unnecessary circumstances like this.

"is she seriously using her breath for some lousy boy" he scowled quietly to himself

"shivers of first love" she muttered as she dashed forward in an inhumane speed

"eh? shes gone?" osamu said in surprise as a huge gust of wind flew by, followed by the sudden disappearance of the hashira

"no, she just ran towards iguro-senpai." tanjiro explained "it may have been too fast to tell by the naked eye, but she simply dashed forward while attacking" he said

the twins, along with suna, nodded and proceeded to watch the fight with intensity"man, its no use. i can't see anything" atsumu sighed in defeat "they're too fast"

they were indeed moving in impeccable speed. y/n's blade was winding around obanai in a series of slashes, all while he simply blocks it off with his sword

"whatever." obanai muttered dejectedly. the male hashira dropped his arms to his side, his sword following, which left his neck wide open for her to hit. though just before her blade could slice through his skin, she abruptly stopped

"um.. are you alright, obanai-kun?" she asked in a worried tone

the boys finally looked up to see her standing infront of obanai in a stance, with her arms frozen mid air. the blade was less than a centimeter away from his skin, and it seems like obanai could care less at the moment

"you win" he muttered

"oh.." she muttered back

she dropped her hands to her side, nervously fiddling with the ends of her hair as she waited for obanai to say something else

"are you.. mad?" she asked him in a whisper

"no, im just-" obanai cut himself off as their eyes clashed. he sighed and patted her head. he fixed her haori and nodded towards suna "you should spend time with them instead of forcing yourself to do so with me." he said in a monotonous tone

"im sure you'd enjoy it more anyways"

she frowned at his words but nodded anyways, seeing as he was already making his way out of the room

"but i always enjoy spending time with him" she muttered to herself

a frown had etched itself onto her lips, her brows furrowing as she watched obanai's retreating figure. though the melancholic feeling was quickly disrupted by zenitsu's loud voice, yelling out yet another marriage proposal

"Y/N-SENPAI~ YOU WERE SO COOL!" zenitsu exclaimed "YOU'RE SO STRONG AND FAST AND PRETTY AND PERFECT TO BE MY WIFE! PLEASE BE MY WIFE! I'LL DIE WITHOUT YOU!"

she chuckled sheepishly as she patted zenitsu's back, who was currently latched onto her torso, nuzzling his cheeks onto her soft chest "oh my, but i thought you wanted nezuko-chan to be your wife, zenitsu" she cooed tauntingly as she smiled down at the boy

"she never answers me!" zenitsu cried as he shoved his face into her chest

suna sighed loudly as he watched zenitsu thoroughly enjoy his heavenlike experience between her soft mounds. suna sighed again, this time louder and more exaggerated as he side eyed her

finally, she looked at him and laughed in amusement "is something bothering you, suna-kun?" she asked "hmm, kinda" suna answered as he opened his legs and motioned for her to sit

'eh? does he want me to sit on him or beside him' she thought to herself

"you were so cool, y/n-chan!" atsumu cheered as he grinned widely at her "you never told me you were so fast and flexible like that" atsumu wiggled his brows suggestively paired with a flirty smirk

"ah well" she smiled nervously as she walked towards suna while gently prying zenitsu off of her

"tch, shUT UP YOU DAMN GEEZER" osamu scowled as he sent a harsh slap onto the blond's nape "ouCH GODDAMMIT!" atsumu hissed in pain as he slapped osamu back

"ah, they're a very lively bunch huh, senpai?" tanjiro mused with a smile as he plucked zenitsu off her body "well then, i'll go get some drinks for us all, so you can all just catch up for now" he said "and you're both coming with me" he said in a passively aggressive way as he clutched zenitsu by his haori and inosuke by his mask. he dragged them away, despite zenitsu's whines and inosuke's screaming, leaving the four of them alone

she smiled blankly as she threw a random towel over the trail of blood that was left by inosuke and walked over to the boys "well then, did you atleast enjoy yourselves?" she asked

"im sorry if obanai-kun was a little aloof towards you guys" she said

"its alright bunny" suna replied "and we enjoyed watching ya guys" atsumu said as he ruffled her hair "you were so amazing back there!"

"you did so well!" osamu joined in, ruffling her hair as well like a bunch of dads "ah geez" she chuckled with a hint of red slowly creeping up her cheeks

'AGGHSJSNS SO CUTE SO CUTE! THEY'RE SO CUTE!' she screamed internally

'THEY'RE TOUCHING MY HAIR!! THIS IS SO WONDERFUL!' she gushed as she relished in the moment

"you guys flatter me too much" she said "it wasn't a very serious fight anyways"

"its way more serious than any fight ive ever seen atleast" suna mused "also, the blood from the pig dude is everywhere" suna gulped as he pointed to the towels she had laid out which had crimson red seeping through it

she hurriedly jumped on her feet and wiped it off, quickly discarding the towel by simply throwing it out the window "haha, there! no more blood!" she cheered with a beaming smile as she sent them a thumbs up

the boys sweat drop as the watched the remainder of the mess heavily stain her hands "ah, if you say so" they muttered with a nervous laugh

the moment was then ruined once again by zenitsu, who came dashing in the room, followed by tanjiro and inosuke "Y/N-SENPAI! LET'S DRINK TEA TOGETHER!" zenitsu exclaimed as he burst in through the doors

"HAHAHA I'LL DRINK MORE TEA THAN ANY OF YOU, JUST SEE!" inosuke boasted with a laugh "inosuke! you're still injured!" tanjiro scolded him once he walked through the doors after being forced to carry their drinks

"zenitsu, stop pestering her please" tanjiro sighed tiredly as he placed the tray of drinks on a small table "senpai~" zenitsu cooed out in a lovesick tone as he started chasing her around

"z-zenitsu-kun??" she huffed out as she ran in circles with him following close behind

"y/n-senpaiii~"

"please stop chasing me, zenitsu!"

after another lap around the room, suna pulled her down on his lap just in time to avoid zenitsu's prying arms "s-suna-kun?!" she shrieked out as her face and neck slowly starts to turn a concerningly bright shade of red

"calm down, bunny" suna snickered under his breath as he gripped her by the waist to adjust her position on his lap "ack?!!" she squeaked out as she looked ahead into nothingness with a look of disbelief present in her features

"this is okay, right?" suna cooed into her ear as he rests his chin on her shoulder

"r-right!" she squeaked out as she continued on looking off into the distance, as if staring at god himself

"y/n-senpai! t-tanjiro! he-he's taking y/n-senpai!" zenitsu whimpered "senpai!!!"

"zenitsu, why are you even crying?" tanjiro sweat dropped

"dang, he's crying now" suna whispered teasingly into her ear. she shuddered, feeling chills run down her back, and her head going all fuzzy

'ah, is this heaven?' she gushed

'am i gonna have a nosebleed?' she pondered to herself as she gingerly touched her nose

"are you feeling alright?" suna asked her. she squeaked out followed by incoherent murmurs as suna's toned arms suddenly tightened around her mid area

"hey, are you alright..."

".. senpai?" he cooed in a teasing tone

"ACK! S-SENPAI?!" she shrieked flusteredly, eyes wide and quite literally on the verge of passing out

'agh that was so hot!' she thought to herself

'why was his voice so smooth and erotic?!'

'okay calm down, clam down, calm down' she chanted repeatedly in her head

'okay, it's alright, im calm. im okay'

she breathed in and out before smiling in content, turning back to look at suna to hopefully act as normally as she can "yo, bunny, seriously are you okay?" suna asked in genuine concern

'ah, is he messing with me again?' she huffed

'not this time, im fine now, he can't tease me' she laughed evilly in her head

"of course!" she beamed cheerfully "really?" suna deadpanned "because you had a nosebleed just now."

"eh?"

she blinked dumbly in response, reaching out to wipe away the blood that was dripping down her nose "Y/N-SENPAI! ARE YOU DYING?!" zenitsu shrieked in horror

"wait wait-" she muttered out in fright "am i?"

"a-AM I DYING?!" she yelled along with zenitsu "you're not dying" tanjiro reassured her with a kind and patient smile

"really?!" "yes, senpai."

"really?!" "you're alright-"

"SHUT UP ORPHAN BOY! STOP LYING! WE'RE GONNA DIE! I KNEW IT!" zenitsu yelled "i- that's so mean!" tanjiro exclaimed in offense "you're an orphan too!"

"NO I'M NOT- actually, i am"

the twins and suna watched them argue with a look of dread on their faces. nervously gulping, osamu raised his voice to ask, "are you guys okay?"

"definitely."

"well that's definitely a lie."

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marrys-dream-world · 3 years

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lovers alone wear sunlight (chapter 1)

Summary: Adrien is drowning in loneliness, losing two friends in a matter of weeks and feeling like his lady is getting farther away from his reach each day. Ladybug is drowning in responsibilities, crumbling under the duties of a guardian and Shadow Moth’s relentless attacks. Maybe, they can offer a safe place to each other. Post-Queen Banana.

Notes: It’s my first time participating in a fandom event like this, I’m excited to fulfil these prompts. Since I don’t have a lot of time, I picked ten prompts to write a ten-chaptered fic and I’ll post the chapters on the day of each prompt. Happy Ladrien June for us! Today’s prompt is Day 1: Private Island. @ladrienjune

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When Adrien was young, he dreamed of going to a private island.

It started when he was around six and watched Lilo and Stich for the first time on family movie night. He remembered relating to Lilo a lot even then, because he also didn't have many people to play with and that the red-headed girl reminded him of Chloé, his best friend, when she was in one of her worst moods. He remembered pestering his parents for months to get him a dog that he could name Stitch, so much that his mother hushed him away when his father’s mouth drew a thin line and how he made Chloé cry when he said her “badness level was unusually high for someone her size” after she threw a tantrum because of a grass-stained dress. But most of all, he remembered begging to go to the beach.

“Please, mom, please.” Adrien had insisted to his mother for, perhaps, the thousandth time that day. “Why can’t we go to the beach?”

“Sweetheart, don't whine.” His mother had admonished softly, lips quirking into a smile and placing her warm hand on top of his head. “Your father and I just think you’re too young to travel.”

“But I just wanna go to the beach with you!”

“And you will. After our trip to Tibet, I’ll talk to your father, okay? We won’t even go to just any beach. My family has a private island we can go to on vacation,I’ll even invite your aunt Amelie and you cousin Félix to come!”

“Promise?”

She had laughed then, a sound that was fading more and more from his memory. “I promise.”

He had spent the whole time parents were way planning as much of the trip as he could, with Nathalie. They had been in a good mood when they came back, but said they would be too busy to travel soon. But his father was content to promise him the trip once enough time passed and his mother started to help him plan too, even scheduling a date that was sooner than Adrien thought it would be. This would be good for her, he had thought, the sun would help her look less pale than she was lately. It wasn’t meant to be, though, as a week before it his mother simply collapsed, coughing and wheezing and gasping for air so desperately that Nathalie had to drag him to his room, face red and wet, as his father went to the hospital with her.

And now she was gone and he didn’t even know how.

It doesn’t matter right now. Adrien shook away those thoughts, focusing on the task at hand and setting down the drink on the picnic blanket.

“So, Plagg, what do you think?” He asked his kwami, spreading his arms out to the decorations.

“I think it’s dumb.” Plagg said, floating lazily by his side. “Not even a cheese platter? If I was your girlfriend, I would just leave.”

“Good thing you’re not her, then. And she’s not my girlfriend.”

“If you say so, kid.” He didn't need to look to know that the kwami was rolling his eyes. “I’ll be in my sanctuary if you need me.”

With that, Plagg fell into his cheese-filled trash can.

“Good night for you then.” Adrien called out, chuckling a little.

“Well, good night to you too, handsome.” He hears a good-naturedly voice say from behind him, turning around quickly.

There stood the love of his life, his lady in red and black. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like she noticed Plagg, too busy taking in his room. He had dimmed the light in the room, but only enough so it made the place look cozier, and spread out a blanket on the ground with bowls of fruit and two cups filled with clear liquid and topped with colorful little umbrellas on it. The sound of crashing waves was coming from the computer, mirroring what happened in his heart whenever he saw her.

“My hero.” He breathed in awe, loving the way her cheeks pinked as he did. Then, a small smirk grew on his face. “Like what I did to the place?”

“What is all this for?”

“Well, you said Shadow Moth’s attacks were stressing you out.” Adrien said as he motioned for her to sit down on the blanket. “So I, your emotional support civilian, improvised a private island here for you. Just drop your worries and enjoy a nice Agreste-sponsored fruit bowl.”

She giggled and he wished he could file it away in his mind and repeat it over and over again.

“Isn’t it a bit much, Adrien?” She said, picking up her cup and fiddling with the little umbrella. It was something she did a lot, he found out from spending time with her somewhere she could let her guard down, occupying her fingers with anything. Her brilliant mind didn’t rest.

“Too much? I didn't even bring out the sand yet.” He said as he sat near her, relishing her chuckle. He relished joking around with her. His sense of humor was, of course, her favorite thing about him. “But really, nothing is ever too much for you, Ladybug.”

Her eyes softened. “Well, we can’t let all this go to waste, can we?”

Ladybug picked up her cup and raised it in his direction, so he mimicked her and they toasted before sipping their drinks. She made a surprised sound.

“It’s coconut water!” She said, taking another sip. “It’s really good.”

“I thought it would fit the theme better.” Adrien said, grabbing a piece of mango and chewing carefully. It wasn’t everyday he could eat something out of his diet plan. “I’m happy you like it.”

“Honestly, this makes me nostalgic. Not that I have actually been to a private island or even somewhere we can just eat tropical fruit, but I haven’t gone to the beach in years. If I ever want to swim, if I even have time, I just go to the pool.”

He remembered the last time he saw her swimming, doing nervous laps in her aquatic form around the pool they went to after their disastrous movie session, trying to pretend everything was fine. It was hard to picture that stressed out Ladybug with the one stuffing her cheeks with fresh pineapple on a blanket in his room.

“I have never been to one, too.” Adrien confessed. “I don’t have a lot of time for swimming, imagine going to an actual beach. Last time I even went to a pool was because of a commercial shoot and the producer tried to pretend the pigeons he got were doves.”

“Ah, Mr. Ramier’s last akumatization. I didn’t know you were shooting something there.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t going anywhere, though. But at least I got to see Marinette, my friend from school, so that was nice.”

“Ah- yeas, I mean, yes, nice.” Ladybug said, wiggling like she did every time he mentioned Marinette. Trying to not give away that they know each other, maybe. “So, what made you think of ‘private island’ when trying to get a relaxing idea?”

“Well, when I was young, I got completely obsessed with Lilo and Stitch, it drove my parents absolutely insane. I wanted to got to the beach so badly that my mother promised that we would go to her family’s private island for our vacation. But she got sick, so we never went.”

Ladybug didn’t say anything, just offered her hand to him, which he took and squeezed. They spent a few minutes in silence, just listening to the sound of crashing waves.

“Maybe we could go after, you know, everything.” Adrien said.

“Go to the private island?”

“Yeah, after you and Chat Noir defeat Shadow Moth. We can go and live off fruit for a month.”

“I don’t know if I can live off fruit for that long.”

“We can think of something else.”

“I could use lucky charm and get us a fishing rod.”

“I’ll learn to cook fish then.”

“Deal.” They laughed quietly after this.

“We can get a hamster too.” Adrien said, eyes shining as he looked at her. He knew it was probably never going to happen, but was glad that she was humoring him.

“Do you think a tropical island is a place for a hamster?”

“Anywhere is a place for a hamster if we give it enough love.”

“Fair enough. Name ideas?” His mind flashed back to brunch at the Dupain-Chengs and a wailing Marinette shouting about a hamster named Loneliness.

“No abstract concepts?”

“It would be hard to call it that, can I shorten it to Nac?” He bumped her shoulder and she failed to contain her cheeky grin. “Okay, so Melancholy and Vindication are out.”

“Were you really considering these names?”

“Sometimes. Do you have any suggestions?”

“Hummm… Let’s name it Chat Noir.” She choked on air at this before letting out a few huffs that could be laughter.

“Okay, why would we name it after my partner?”

“So you won’t miss him when you’re there, my- er hero.”

“I might just take him with me then, just so I don’t miss him.” Adrien wondered if he should be happy that she wanted to take Chat Noir or sad that she didn’t want to be alone with Adrien anymore.

He chose happy.

“It would be purrfectly fine with me, my lady.” He teased.

“Nooooo, you sound just like him when you do that.” Ladybug said, dropping her face in her hands. She missed how Adrien froze in place. “Honestly, you would get along a little too well. I don’t know if I want to be your third wheel.”

“You could never be anyone’s third wheel, Ladybug.” He said so earnestly that she stared at him, flushing so much her cheeks matched her suit.

They laid down after that, gazing at the ceiling and listening to the sound coming from the computer. They haven’t let go of each other's hands since that moment, he noticed absentmindedly, but she wasn’t saying anything, so he would enjoy it while he could. It startled him, sometimes, how he felt during these quiet moments. From the beginning, he loved her with the intensity of a thousand suns, like he would burst from how much affection he felt and the only way he wouldn’t explode was by telling her all the time.

He still loved her like that, of course, and some days it overwhelmed him. But what he learned from the last weeks of her coming to his room and just spending time with him: reading while he does his homework, listening to him playing the piano, watching a movie and just resting her head on his shoulder… In those moments, he felt something different, comforting. It was a bit like putting his hand in the sunbeams that Plagg likes to sleep in mid-afternoon, not hot, but a soft-warm that made you feel at ease.

It was funny. Nino teased him at times that he was too nice, so he and Alya started to call him a sunshine boy. Marinette didn't seem to agree much (“What? No, I don’t think you’re like a sunshine, you’re not like the sun at all, I don’t orbit around you all day- I mean, you’re more like a star- wait, no, that’s not what I meant-) and he thought she was right. How could he be anything like sunshine when he was holding a ray of sunlight in the palm of his hand?

“Hey, Ladybug?” Adrien said and only noticed that she had her eyes closed when she opened them. Soon she would have to go home to drop her transformation and let her kwami rest and get back to her mysterious civilian life. But it didn't matter, because right she was here, her hand in his.

“Hum?”

“I thought of a name for our hamster.”

“Not Chat Noir anymore?”

“No. Not Chat Noir anymore.” He said, squeezing her hand. “How about Sunspot?”

She blinked at him sleepy before her face broke into a warm smile.

“I love it, Adrien.”

#ladrienjune #ladrienjune2021 #ladrien #ladybug #adrien agreste #my stuff #lovers alone wear sunlight

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chayacat · 3 years

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Devil’s Sweet Star (30)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut

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Hunting. It's tiring by force when you run after a prey for hours. But the reward is more than pleasant when we finally find it. The fear that we read in their eyes, but also the pity... It's so satisfying. Their little cries asking to let them live. Sometimes it works. But usually, they die. It’s the law of nature. The strongest, the most agile, the most intelligent always gets by, the weaks die. But when you come across another predator, who wants to steal from you what belongs to you, the music is different. And in case you've forgotten, Danny doesn't like to share his things. Especially you.

If Jed promised you to do nothing about the server last time, this isn’t the case with Danny, and less with Ghostface. He intended to give him a good lesson. A lesson he can never forget, even if he died. He had finally found him, he was a replacement, he worked for another restaurant, in another nearby city. Poor guy... he's not even from here and he died for a simple... stupidity.

Danny will always remember his look. From the predator, this fool has become prey. He will always remember his words, begging him not to kill him. Like everyone else, in itself. Danny was too used to it. And the result is always the same: he kills them. this poor fool must never have dared to seduce you, NEVER. He has paid a high price for it. Certainly, he must have family, friends etc... But no one in Roseville will know about this story. Since he didn't live here.

Danny is already very nice to let his alter ego Jed take care of you; he will not let all the men approach you! However, a smile stretched over his face. This little tantrum you had during your last meeting, it's like you ordered him to kill this server. It was your little signature on the murder contract. Of course, you still wanted to make the innocent little girl, who doesn’t want to harm anyone. But there... there you have to show a completely different facet. You haven’t explicitly said it, but the fact that you are tired of being seduced and taken for a weak as this "damn server!" said is more than enough for him.

“I knew you had your own dark side... my beautiful bird. Your little cage of purity begins to break... But you don't have to care... I would be there to take care of you.” He said to himself, looking at your picture.

He kissed the picture before putting it in the drawer of his nightstand. He took the frame where the picture of Carla and him was. If only he could go back in time, he could have acted, he could have asked another doctor to treat her, to give her the right treatment. And she would still be there. But the time machine doesn’t exist. He has to deal with it. He rested the frame and prepared to go to work, today he will not be at the police station. Today he will be at Hoggins' House. Since he was accused of killing McKellan, he has been trying as best he can to exonerate himself. And it's a golden opportunity for Danny to spot places from the inside.

He took the opportunity to look in the mirror. The shy Jed disappeared little by little, leaving more room for Danny. And it was perfect, that's exactly what he wanted. The more he let himself go, the more his alter ego faded in your eyes. Soon, all that will remain of Jed is his name. And one day Danny will be able to reveal his identity to you. His TRUE identity. No more hiding. Danny pulled out his phone and called Mattew. It’s with him that he will interview Hoggins today. Melina, on the other hand, continues to work with the police.

“Hey Jeddy! How are you doing? Are you ready for the interview?” said Mattew cheerfully on the other line. Jeddy... a nickname that even Danny has become accustomed to over time. He wonders what nickname he would have given him with his real name.

“Hey Mattew I am fine, thank you. Of course, I'm ready, probably more than you. I'm sure you're not even dressed yet.” responds Danny chuckling.

“Think again! I am dressed, my hair is done and I'm ready to go! I come to pick you up or you pick me up from my house?”

“I'm coming to pick you up. I haven’t forgotten what almost happened last time.”

“First, it wasn't me but the other big idiot in front and then I'm a very good driver! But if you want to pick me up... I'm not going to hold you back.” Mattew replied.

“I got it... Chris took the car. Okay, I'm coming. Get ready, in 5 minutes I'm here. See you right away!” Answers Danny before hanging up and sighing. Mattew will never change.

But actually, within 5 minutes, Danny found himself in front of Mattew and Chris' house, and indeed, Chris had taken the car. According to Mattew, Chris had taken it to the mechanic to do a technical inspection of the vehicle. But knowing Chris.... The slightest screw will pass to the scanner. And it's likely to take the whole morning. It didn't take long to get to Hoggins' residence, as traffic was very fluid, Danny took the opportunity to press the accelerator. At least up to the maximum acceptance rate of the van. He parked not far from Hoggins' car, before getting off with Mattew from the vehicle. They headed for the front door and rang, only to be greeted by Hoggins himself.

“Ah, here you are! the little journalists of Roseville, but please come in! Your friend isn’t here?” Ask Hoggins with a smile.

“Our colleague Melina has been sent elsewhere Mr...” starts Mattew.

“No, I'm talking about the other girl... this adorable little bird of paradise that was with you at the reception...”

“(Y/N) doesn’t work at the newspaper. She was just accompanying us. I'M so lucky to have a girlfriend as adorable as her, indeed.” said Danny holding back from sticking his fist in his mouth.

“Oh...Well, congratulations then.” replied Hoggins, with a faint smile of disgust on his face.

Hoggins guided them to the living room and asked his butler to prepare coffees. He returned a few minutes later and put the tray on the table before leaving. Danny mentally disfigured the man in front of him, if Hoggins also had views on you, then his fall and his death will be nothing but delightful.

“Very well gentlemen, I don’t know if your boss has warned you, but I have a very important appointment, so I may have to leave and shorten this interview. I apologise for that.” said Hoggins before taking a sip of coffee.

“It won't take long, don't worry... 1 or 2h I think will be more than enough, Right Jed?” ask Mattew, taking Danny out of his macabre thoughts.

“Yes... it would be a shame if Mr. Hoggins missed such an important appointment because of us...” hisses Danny between his teeth without letting Hoggins out of sight... What a dirty pretentious asshole.

Mattew began asking the questions while Danny took notes as his answers progressed. He had started soft, asking him the origin of his rise in the American market. Then after an hour, it's Danny’s turn to ask the questions... and he's not going to go smoothly.

“Very well, Mr. Hoggins. As you know, you and Mr. McKellan are in the midst of a scandal about …" He started before being cut by Hoggins.

“Yes, I know, and I have replied to many of your colleagues that all this was just a plot from my previous partners who sank today. But do I really have anything to do with it? They didn't see things in a big way, that's what lost them.” responds Hoggins nonchalantly.

“Yes of course... But you also know that... you are accused of having ordered the murder of your partner Horace McKellan...because you think he was the one who broke this scandal.” replied Danny, with a slightly provocative look.

“And it's still a plot against me. Horace was a great partner and friend. Even though I accused him and threatened him... I could never have taken action. That’s unthinkable.”

“You, no... but you could have hired someone. That is what you are accused of. Apparently, you would have chatting with a man three days before threatening McKellan. And given the appearance of the man... I suspect it wasn't to discuss garden and DIY.”

“This appointment... was in the domain of privacy mr Olsen... What we said to each other was about a completely different business than the one I had with Horace.”

“I didn't know that a man of the high... was doing business with a notorious drug dealer. I wonder what kind of business you deal with together...” Replied Danny with a sneaky grin.

“I'm sorry gentlemen but... I will have to end this interview. My appointment will not take long to arrive, I don’t want to make him wait, it would be ... counterproductive on my part. I hope, however, that I have been able to answer all your questions. My butler will accompany you.” answer Hoggins with the same grin.

“You know what they say sir... sooner or later the rider will fall from his horse. And the fool will be locked up. Have a good day.”

The butler escorted Danny and Mattew to the door. Once outside, the two journalists got back into the van and Danny couldn't help but hit the steering wheel with his fists. This surprised Mattew who hadn't seen his colleague being angry before. And for once he lets go... it's really disturbing to think that he's quite inexpressive in nature. At least of what Danny kindly showed him.

“What a son of a bitch! I swear to that damn God that if I didn't hold back for job and Wilhelm's investigation, I would go back inside and I would smash his head against the wall!” said Danny flustered.

“Calm down Jeddy... If he goes to jail, tell yourself that he will suffer. Already that when you are there, the other prisoners don’t give you gifts ... then a rich man like him, they will not miss him. Let's go eat and have a drink somewhere. It's going to relax you a little bit.” said Mattew, trying to appease him.

Danny sighed and set out to get back in town, with a little smile on his face. On the road, Mattew tried to relax the atmosphere, but it wasn't his jokes that made Danny laugh, but his colleague and friend's attempt to relax him. They stopped to take food and drink from a fast-food restaurant in the city. But as if the day wasn't already annoying enough, two guys approached them to steal them. Danny sighed, gently took off his glasses before giving them to Mattew. Then suddenly turns to punch one of the two men in the face, who fell to the ground. The second hit Danny in return, who punched back in the stomach and another in the head.

“It's good ?? you've had enough or I have to put a layer back?!” said Danny, threatening the two men by raising his fist.

The latter left without asking for their remains. Danny wiped his mouth with a hand gesture, noticing that he was bleeding a little. The blow was more violent than he had thought. He turned to Mattew who looked at him... stoic.

“What?”

“Dude... This is the first time I've seen you hit someone. It's the day of surprises or what?” responds Mattew.

“I told you... I'm nice as long as we're nice to me. But if we're not... I may not be very diplomatic. I was too walked on my mouth, when I was little, but today, it's over.”

The rest of the day was rather quiet after this incident. Danny had finally calmed down and with Mattew anyway, it was pretty hard not to calm down. They were both going to the newspaper to deposit what they have noted from Hoggins' interview and, on the way, have met Melina who had survived a full day with Wilhelm. What a miracle when you know her well. The trio greeted and separated, each returning home. Danny returned home, exhausted, and deep down, stills angry to see that Hoggins has views on you. Oh, his death will be a delight in his eyes... Oh, yes... Danny will enjoy it until the last second. As he walked into the building, heading towards his apartment, he saw you coming home as well, and given the way you walk, you look just as exhausted as he is. A smile came to his lips and he caught up with you as you were about to return to your apartment.

“Jed! You scared me...” you said with a sigh of relief.

“Sorry my love. how did your day go?” asks Danny, with a little laugh.

“I'm exhausted! we've had many, many, many people today. I believe that since I've been here, this is my most intense workday I've ever had. But... you’re hurt! What happened??”

“Nothing serious... let's say it wasn't a good day.”

“Go inside, I'll take care of it. And no discussion.”

“Yes Madam.” replied Danny, raising his hand before entering your appartement.

While you were treating him on the lip, Danny told you about his day. He couldn't help but hiss as he felt the disinfectant on the wound. But that wasn’t what was most important to him. The most important thing was to see your reaction to all this, from the disgust with Hoggins, to the anxiety when he told you about the fight that took place in front of the fast-food restaurant. Fortunately, they had no weapons on them... otherwise, God only knows how it would have ended.

“My poor Jed... it wasn't your day... I'm done.” you said, storing disinfectant and cotton pads.

“Thank you, madam. I was wise... Could I have a lollipop as a reward?” respond Danny jokingly.

“Very funny Jed. I don't have a lollipop but... I can give you that.”

You kissed him as he kisses you back. Taking you gently by the waist to bring you back against him. Suddenly he felt something unusual, your hand descending gently to touch his ass. If that's what you wanted to give him... he will not refuse.

“Do you really want to venture into this field? Be careful Sweetie, once launched, no going back possible. And I can last all night if I have to.” said Danny with a grin.

“Prove it. I can hold all night too.” you respond with a provocative look.

It didn't take more for Danny to kiss you roughly, bringing you little by little to the room. Or you're the one who take him to your room? No one can say. But Danny isn’t against it. He's been waiting for this for quite some time, and believe me, tonight ...the night is going to be long. You're going to ride his world, but he's going to rock yours.

This is the most beautiful way... to put his mark on you.

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(And it’s done! I started to play RE Village recently and I'm in love with it! Even if I really freak out with that damn baby of Hell in Benevento’s House! XD I’m impatient to meet Heisenberg 👀...But first, I'm gonna kick Moreau’s ugly ass! I hope you’ll like this chapter like the others ones! Well, it's time for my brain to rest! Have a great weekend to you all! See ya!)

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Bad - Rex x Reader x Wolffe

Warnings: Smut, dirty Talk, phone sex, double penetration, unprotected sex.

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It was late. An insane hour for you to be awake and thinking the thoughts that were wedged into your brain. But there you were, laying in bed, willing away the scandalous thoughts of the things you would do to your boyfriend if he were home with you. As luck would have it, he was away on a mission, lone wolfing it and leaving Rex and Wolffe to look after you while the others were working on their own separate jobs. You assured him that you'd be fine and didn't need 'looking after'.

"You never know when you might need something, Y/N." He warned you. So instead of dragging it out and making a big deal out of nothing, you let it roll off of your back.

You hated when Fives made you stay home instead of assisting him on cases. He undermined your abilities and babied you. Even though you knew his intentions were good, it still irked you. But above all, what you hated most was the agreement that he constructed.

"Tell it to me one more time, baby doll." He requested. You rolled your eyes and sighed before reciting the one rule you couldn't bend or break.

"No touching myself while you're gone." Fives smiled, clearly satisfied with your reply. He bent down to kiss you on the forehead and stroke your hair.

"These two weeks will be over before you know it. Be good."

The sound of your holocommunicator buzzing on your nightstand shook you from the memory.

Speak of the Devil.

"Hey there, stranger."

You heard him chuckle softly on the other end of the call. "Hey, sweetheart. How's my girl holding up?"

You played with hem of your t-shirt and sighed. "Bored. Horny. Missing my boyfriend. All in all, I could be better."

The smile Fives wore was heard though the words that he spoke, "That's a dangerous combo you got going there. Have you been good, Y/N?"

His presumptuous tone made you roll your eyes. "Yes, Fiv. I'm fighting with every bone in my body, but I've been a good girl."

"I know it's hard, doll. But I promise, you'll get a reward for following the rules so well." You could hear the shuffling on the other end and you knew Fives was back in his quarters and undressing for the night. You pictured him loosening his belt and unbuttoning his pants before removing his shirt. The image of your half naked boyfriend made you ache.

"Fives, baby, please tell me you're coming home soon. I'm dying over here." You didn't care how desperate and pathetic you sounded.

The bed creaked under Fives weight and you knew he was laying down now. "Mmm, my girl just wants to cum so bad, doesn't she?" Good god, he was just toying with you now. You groaned and closed your eyes, replaying the last time you and Fives had sex - just before he left. You could still hear the slapping of his skin against yours echoing through your ears. "You want my cock buried so deep inside of your tight little pussy, don't you, Y/N? Want me hitting that sweet spot so hard and fast, huh?"

You gripped the sheets in your hands and twisted your legs to alleviate some of the pressure between them. "Fives," You warned.

"Or do you want me in your mouth? You know how I love looking into those gorgeous eyes while I have my hand caught in your hair and watching my dick disappear past those pretty lips." His breath was becoming ragged and you could hear the faint lather from the lotion he squeezed into his hand. Fuck.

"Goddammit, Fives, you're killing me," You whined into the receiver. It would be so easy to just snake your hand between your thighs. He wouldn't even know-

"Don't even think about it, Y/N. You won't get your reward if you do that." What, did he have surveillance set up in your room or something? "Come on, be a good girl and help me out..."

He was torturing you already, and now he wanted assistance while jacking himself off. Phone sex isn't the most fun when only one person is able to please themselves, but you knew better than to go against his wishes. If he wants a cock tease, then you were gonna give him hell. He deserved it.

"Mmm, yes, daddy. I want you in my mouth so bad. It's so warm and wet and ready for you." You rolled your tongue around in your mouth and licked your lips. You were only teasing yourself more.

"That's more like it. Tell me more, Y/N." He urged you on in a gruff voice.

"I wanna feel your cum fill my mouth and slide down my throat. Wanna suck you off until you're all nice and clean again." Using your finger, you made a popping sound with your mouth for emphasis. "Then I wanna kiss back up your body, graze my teeth against your nipples just the way you like, making my way to that spot just below your ear, you know, the one that makes you go crazy."

Grunts and groans were your only replies besides whispered curses under Fives's breath. You could picture him perfectly. Naked. Skin glistening with sweat, glowing under the dim lighting. Muscles tense as he pumped himself into his slick hand. But still, you continued with your torment. "Then I wanna feel your hands all over me. Pulling my hair and gripping my skin. Mmm, I want you to slowly reach down between my thighs and play with my clit." You smiled upon hearing Fives whimper at the thought.

"Y/N, I'm close baby, just a little—ah—more," He could barely speak above a whisper at the pace he was going.

"I wanna throw you on the bed and have my way with you. Wanna ride you for everything you're worth. Feel that big cock stretching me. Grind against you while you rub my tits. Come on baby, cum for me." You moaned, begging for his release so you could end your own torture. A strangled groan and shortened breaths signaled that his orgasm struck. Your mouth watered at the thought of his chest and stomach painted with the white stickiness.

Fives took a minute to compose himself and slow his heart rate, clearing his throat before speaking again. "Fuck, darlin'. I love it when you talk dirty like that." He was smirking. You could tell.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." Whining usually wasn't your thing, but you craved the relief you had just granted for him.

"Don't worry. I promise, I'll make it up to you. Get some rest, I'll call in again tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Y/N." And with that, he hung up.

Tossing your phone aside, you slid down the headboard and laid on your back with an unfulfilled groan. But you did as told, letting sleep take over your deprived body until morning came.

You had slept in a little later than usual due to your late night antics. The smell of coffee had awakened your senses and it called out to you. Stretching your limbs as you walked down the halls and into the kitchen, you offered Rex a sleepy smile when he handed you a steaming mug.

He laughed softly and matted your hair down a bit. "Looks like you had a rough night, huh kid?"

You rolled your eyes at the memory and sipped your drink. "Your best friend is an asshole." You spoke from behind the cup.

Rex wore a smirk that you couldn't quite read. The look in his eyes made a chill run down your spine and his stare was lasting longer than usual. "Come on, Y/N, he's not all that bad. In fact, sometimes he can be pretty damn great."

Okay, now that was weird. Rex rarely ever shows appreciation towards Fives like this. You didn't get to think too hard on his strange behavior before he spoke again. "Just let me know if you need anything. Anything at all, okay, Y/N?" He walked behind you to exit the room. What surprised you was that he spanked your ass softly before leaving.

What the hell?

"What the hell do you mean you're not leaving until tomorrow, Fives?" There you go whining again. He was supposed to have been almost home by now.

"Turns out I didn't finish the job as well as I thought. I'm pretty sure I just made this thing angrier than before." The speeder's engine shut off and you heard the footprints on the ground.

"I told you to let one of us go with you, but God forbid you listen to me." The irritation in your voice was evident.

"Doll, I'll be fine. I'm actually meeting up with Echo for reinforcement. We'll kill this son of a bitch and I'll race my ass back home to you, okay?"

Sighing, you ran your hand through your hair and shrugged. "Okay, Fives. Be careful. I love you."

"I love you, too, Y/N. I'll call after the job is done. Be good." He gave his usual warning before ending the call.

Tossing your phone on the bed, you left your room in search of a distraction.

Great. Now I'm boyfriendless and horny beyond belief. Stupid fucking rule. Hey, maybe if I sit on the washing machine naked, it won't count against me because I'm not technically touching myself...

Your thoughts were interrupted by hushed voices talking in the living room. The only ones here besides you were Rex and Wolffe. They were obviously talking about something serious, and you didn't want to disturb their conversation, so you did the only thing you could do. Hide behind the wall and eavesdrop.

"Yeah, he called me last night and told me the same thing." You heard Rex say.

"Do you think we should take him up on his offer?" Wolffe asked.

Rex chuckled. "I mean, have you looked at Y/N? We'd be crazy not to at least ask her."

Your brows furrowed at the sound of your name. What the hell were they talking about?

"And we have his consent..." Wolffe lingered on that statement. "You're right, this is too good of a proposal to let go to waste. Let's go talk to Lady Y/N."

Rounding the corner as if you hadn't been standing there for the entire conversation, you walked down the steps and repeated Wolffe. "Talk to Lady Y/N about what?"

When their eyes met yours, it sent a chill down your spine. They shared a look of curiosity trying to disguise itself as something else. Lust. You'd know the look of lust anywhere. But why it was directed at you from someone other than Fives, you didn't have a clue. Wolffe licked his lips and stepped closer to you, extending his hand for you take and follow him over to where Rex was leaning casually against the back of the couch.

"You seem so tense, Y/N." Rex spoke softly from behind you as his hands started to rub the knots out of your neck. Instantly, you relaxed into his touch. You didn't know if it was his warmth, or that you were craving contact, but you let your eyes fall shut as he continued his decent to your shoulders.

Without having to open your eyes, you felt Wolffe's presence close the space between your bodies. His breath fanned over your face as he pushed your hair behind your ear and out of your face. "Why are you so tense, Y/N?" His voice was no higher than a gruff whisper.

"Tell us, littlu'n." Rex urged from behind you, his fingers now sliding down your arms.

"I haven't had sex in over two weeks. Fives doesn't let me touch myself when he's away." You don't know why you confessed as easily as you did. Rex and Wolffe were some of your best friends, and you talked about everything under the sun. But you all usually kept your sex lives under wraps. "All I want is to be touched. I want release so bad and I can't have it."

Rex's warm breath hitting the back of your neck made you shiver as Wolffe glided his fingers across the hem of your shirt. "You know, we would be more than happy to help you, Y/N. Give you what you crave most." Wolffe said as his knuckles lightly brushed against your hipbones.

"Honored." Rex corrected him.

At this admittance, your eyes shot open. You didn't know who too look at. Both Wolffe and Rex shared the same calm look that didn't show any sign of joking. Before you could start bombarding them with questions and accusations, you were silenced.

"Fives told us to assist you while he's on his mission. He said to do whatever you asked of us." Wolffe informed you.

"Said it was your reward for being such a good little girl." Rex continued.

That's when you knew it had to be true. Only Fives would say something like that to you. Although, it sounded wonderful coming from his best friend's mouth. You were already getting off on how close they were to you. Like they said, you'd be crazy not to take him up on his offer. So you let yourself relax back into Rex's chest, bringing one of your arms up to rest on Wolffe's shoulder while the other snaked around the back of Rex's neck.

"So, how is this gonna work boys?" You asked, looking from one man to the other.

Wolffe and Rex looked up at each other, silently asking each other if you had really just agreed to this. After letting the realization set in, they couldn't help the grin that played on their lips. "How ever you want it to work, Y/N. You call the shots." Wolffe slowly dragged his lips up your arm, grazing his teeth along your shoulder. "We've been instructed to do whatever you like, my lady. Your wish, is our command."

Both of them coaxing you from each end was stimulating your senses. Your body was already on fire and they had hardly even done anything yet. And it dawned on you that you didn't have to be Fives's good little girl for the night. Being good all of the time was exhausting. You wanted to rebel. You wanted to be bad. The beast inside of you was awakening at the thought of all the possibilities.

You reached for both of their hands and smirked at them, leading them to your bedroom. Once inside, you closed the door and rested your back against it. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips slowly, drawing their attention to your mouth. They closed the space between your bodies when you beckoned them over. One of your hands slid up and down Wolffe's chest, while the other mimicked the same action to Rex. "Did Fives give you any rules that you have to abide by?"

They both shook their heads no. "He said anything you want, goes." Rex breathed out.

You smiled and pulled him closer by his collar, bringing his mouth to yours. Your lips ghosted over his gently. "Good." Pulling Wolffe closer as well, you tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth. "Because I wanna feel, taste, every inch of the two of you." Your words earned a moan from both men. "So get comfortable boys," You squeezed past them, peeling your shirt off as you sauntered over to your bed. "It's gonna be a long night."

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Kneeling on your mattress, you silently used your finger to beckon them over to you. They sat at each side, Rex to your right and Wolffe to your left, eagerly awaiting your next move. You crawled behind Wolffe and slid your hands down his chest, latching your mouth to the back of his ear and sucking a soft bruise there while you gathered the hem of his shirt and pulled it off of his frame. He tilted his head to the side and exhaled slowly, shuddering when your fingers trailed over his pectorals and left goosebumps in their wake. Then, you moved over to Rex, pulling his t-shirt over his head and discarding it with the rest of the clothes.

"Kneel." You motioned for Rex to mirror your stance on the bed. He did as told, kneeling behind you. Wolffe watched and waited for you to give him an order.

"Come here, Wolffe." Relishing in the way you said his name, he shivered, his eyes slowly hazing over as he too came to a kneeling position in front of you.

The two men sandwiched you between them, giving you little to no space to move. You backed your ass into Rex's crotch, grinding slowly. His jeans grew tighter as he grunted and rested his hands on your hips. Your hands slid up and down Wolffe's toned chest, enjoying the feeling of his abs underneath your fingertips. When your eyes met, you smirked and leaned into him, crashing your lips against his. Wolffe cupped your face in his hands, deepening the kiss. His lips parted just enough for you to slip your tongue past them, making him groan at the feeling of your tongue massaging his. Your hips never stopped moving against Rex's as you occupied Wolffe with your mouth. When you pulled away from Wolffe, one of your arms slipped around the back of Rex's neck, tugging on the ends of his hair until his head was forced back to give you access to his neck. You sucked on his pulse point until your name fell from his lips.

Wolffe watched in amazement for a moment until he noticed your half bare chest being unattended to. He palmed your breasts through your bra roughly, to which your responded with a moan against Rex's skin. Rex's hands gripped you tighter as the vibrations from your mouth beat against his throat..

"You know, Fives always handles me like I'm made of glass. Always so gentle with me. Calls me his good little girl," You tilted your head up so that your mouth brushed against Rex's fervently as you arched into Wolffe's touch. Wolffe leaned down to your chest and nipped at your skin, sucking over the marks he made with his teeth. One of Rex's hands pushed into the back of your shorts, squeezing your ass harshly. "But not you." You breathed out, leaning your head on Rex's chest. "You take me for what I really am."

Wolffe glided his hands up your sides and looked up at you from where his face was buried between your breasts. "And what are you really, Y/N?"

A slap to the back of your thigh stopped you from answering. Instead, you moaned through a bitten lip. "A bad girl." Rex replied for you. You could hear the grin on his lips without having to look at him. "Mmm, I bet you're a naughty little thing in bed, aren't you, littlu'n?" His voice was beautifully gruff. All you could do was nod.

"I bet you like it nice and rough, don't you, Y/N?" Wolffe mumbled into the crook of your neck as he kissed his way upward. Again, you nodded. "Tell us. Let us know what you like. We want to pleasure you to the fullest of our abilities, my lady."

Just thinking of all the possibilities that the two of them could do to your body was enough to surrender you useless. But you weren't about to roll over and play the good little girl role again. They were going to do what you wanted, alright.

Taking the wrist of each man, you led their hands to each side of your ass. "I like to be spanked."

Rex and Wolffe shared a look and smiled before drawing back and slapping your skin. You knew your ass was blushed from the sting without having to look back at it. The men kneaded your flesh in the palms of their hands to soothe the sweet ache.

"Go on, cyare." Rex nuzzled his nose against the shell of your ear as he pushed your shorts down your legs. Wolffe held you while Rex pulled them the rest of the way off.

Your breath was shaky as you sighed. "Bitten. I like to be bitten. Clawed at. I want bruises in the form of your fingertips scattered all over my body." Your chest was heaving and you had to choke down a moan at the thought of it all.

The smirk that was plastered on Wolffe's lips sent a shiver down your spine. He trailed his fingers down your sides, his nails digging into your skin and leaving marks that led to your panties. You sighed contently, resting your head on Rex's shoulder as he unhooked your bra and discarded it. Wolffe hunched over on his knees, propping himself up on his elbows as his fingers massaged your thighs harshly. His thumb slowly brushed against your clothed clit, making you whimper.

Rex wrapped your hair around his hand and tugged your head back to look at him. Your bottom lip was held captive by your teeth as another moan escaped the back of your throat from his aggressiveness. His free hand traveled down your neck, to your chest, and finally to your ample breast. He took your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting and teasing the bud.

"Look at me." Rex's demand was met. Your mouth was gaped and your eyes clouded with lust. Rex's tongue traced your bottom lip as Wolffe peppered kisses along your inner thigh.

Although you loved the attention being paid to you, you felt as if you were losing control. You carded your fingers though Wolffe's hair and pulled until he was at eye level with you. "Lay. Now." He obliged, laying back on the pillows and watching for your next order. You peeled off your panties, tossing them away carelessly. "Bare down, fellas. We've got work to do."

They did as instructed, stripping down and waiting for your next command. After telling Rex to wait at the foot of the bed, you crawled over to Wolffe, leaving open mouthed kisses up the path of his body until you reached his lips. His throbbing hard on brushed against your leg, emitting a hiss from the Maker beneath you. "You know, I'd be more than happy to help you out with that," You whispered softly into his ear. He groaned in response. "But only if you return the favor."

Before he could speak, you pecked his lips and moved up to straddle his face. You faced Rex, grinning at the sight of his slack jaw as he watched Wolffe tease your already soaked folds. You never took your eyes off of him as you leaned down and took Wolffe's cock into your hand. When your grip tightened around Wolffe's tip, he licked a long, hard strip along your cunt. A strangled groan sounded from deep inside of your throat and you licked your lips, looking back and forth between Rex's eyes and his unattended to length. He got the hint and made his way over to you.

Rex pumped himself in his hand a few times while you retrieved the lube from your bedside table and squirted some into your palm, slicking Wolffe's dick with it. You smiled at Rex and crashed your lips to his passionately before showering his skin with kisses, trailing down his stomach. Your tongue licked along his shaft before you sucked him into your mouth. His hand tangled into your hair, guiding your head back and forth on him.

"Harder." Your command was muffled due to your full mouth, but obliged. Rex tightened his grasp and pulled your head back, thrusting his hips in sync with you.

Your motions never let up on Wolffe. You continued to pump him tight in your clutch, twisting your wrist and rubbing your thumb along the vein under his tip. When he began to suck on your clit, it was the beginning of your downfall. He snaked his arms around your thighs as you rode his mouth for all it was worth until you came. Moans and straggled breaths were the only sounds echoing around the room as he helped you ride it out.

You knew it was only a matter of time before they followed suit. With a flick of the wrist and hollowed cheeks, you got what you wanted. Rex's load filled your mouth as Wolffe's spewed over your chest and stomach.

After swallowing Rex's cum, you licked up Wolffe's until he was clean of the sticky substance. You fell to your back and smiled to yourself, still in bliss from what had just happened. Rex kissed your temple and Wolffe moved the hair away from your face. You let your eyes fall shut and hummed softly.

"Anything else we can do for you, cyary'ika?" Wolffe asked.

"Anything at all?" Rex pressed.

You could lie, you were already warn out. A certain amount of time without sexual exertion can feel like running a marathon once you finally get back in the game. But it had been too long, and the craving for it only grew stronger. There was no chance in hell that this opportunity was going to happen again, so why not take full advantage of it?

Rex and Wolffe were laying on their sides, waiting for your answer. They knew from your grin that you weren't finished with them. Their calm gentleness was replaced with dominate roughness as they each took a leg and spread you open. Rex's teeth nipped at your throat while Wolffe clawed his way up your thigh. They each took a nipple into their mouths, taunting and teasing in such a delicious fashion that you felt the room spin.

You ran your hands through their hair and pulled them up to look at you. "Enough teasing. Fuck me already." You half pleaded, half commanded.

Both men helped you up and positioned you between them, Rex in front of you and Wolffe behind. You ground your hips into Rex's and pulled Wolffe in for a bruising kiss. Both of them were hesitant, not wanting to hurt you in any way, but you quickly assured them.

"I'm fine, I can take it. Just please, I can't wait any more. I need you, please, I need both of you." You didn't care how pathetic you sounded. All the teasing had you more turned on than ever and you longed to be filled to the highest extent.

Wolffe slowly eased himself into you after coating himself with the lubricant. You sighed and rested your head in the crook of his neck as he rubbed circles into your hips to soothe you.

"Come on, Cap. Can't get this party started without you." Despite your approval, Rex was still timid. You stroked his cheek and pulled him close until your lips brushed against his. "Please, Rex. You don't know how bad I need this. How bad I need you. " You whispered against his mouth.

He whimpered, nodding and readying himself before sliding into you with ease. Groans and sighs emitted from each of you as they allowed you time to adjust to their lengths. After signaling that it was okay to move, they rocked their hips back and forth, switching speeds and going in and out of sync with each other.

There wasn't much you could do besides help spring them on. Your hands caressed every inch of Rex while your mouth took care of Wolffe. You felt Wolffe twitch inside of you, which in turn made your walls tense around him and Rex. They were trying their damnedest to hold back until you came first. Sloppy thrusts and hot mouths all deemed you to your end.

You came hard, feeling your slickness slide down your thighs as Rex and Wolffe continued until their orgasms hit. You were filled to the hilt. Their actions slowed to a complete stop and they slowly pulled out of you, laying you down gently.

You all were still fighting to regulate your breathing as you lay tangled up in one another. Rex rolled over to his side and nuzzled his face into your neck. "Fives is one lucky motherfucker."

You laughed softly and pushed his hair out of his face. Rex's communicator rang from the back of his jean pocket. As he got up to answer it, Wolffe pulled you closer and kissed your lips sweetly. Rex's voice was muffled for the most part, but he turned around to look at you and Wolffe as he spoke.

"Yeah, Fives. She was a very good girl."

(masterlist)

#clone troopers #clone trooper rex #clone trooper fives #clone trooper smut #captain rex smut #captain rex #commander wolffe smut #commander wolffe #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo

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jitteryjive · 3 years

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what she says: I’m fine

what she really means:

It was sunny today.

Well, actually, every single day up there in the fabled Shangri-Spa was sunny, pleasant, bright, any word that could accurately describe the afterlife's bathhouse-and-spa cousin.

But, yes, it was sunny today.

The sun, just as usual, was smiling down onto the angelic attendants, always welcome with open arms for expected visitors. Unfortunately, not many came. The cupids, or more well known as the Shangri-Spa toads, would marinate in silence as they waited for someone who had managed to make it through the holy trials.

The holy trials were mental and physical trials set in the bottom of the ocean, where the chosen would collect the colored orbs after besting courage, strength, and wisdom. Ever since the transportation to the depths of the Great Sea, the Ala Marino, was stolen in ancient times, the Spa went thousands of years without anyone for the cupids to greet--

Until now.

It seemed that someone had managed to actually find the submarine (thank god), and had permanently sealed the stones into the entrance that lead to the Shangri-Spa. That took away the thrill of a visitor of strength and great importance, but at least the toga-wearing toads didn't have to stay preserved for nothing but the lonely and deafening quiet.

So, every now and then, some friendly paper being would wander in, pay the fee, and enjoy a relaxing day in the relaxing Spa with its relaxing attendants, and leave. It made things much more interesting.

Before these thought-provoking customers began rolling in, they would have to stimulate creativity by switching shifts.

Technically, they weren't supposed to do it, but was it obliterating boredom to be basking in the glorious haze of the sun, surrounded by fresh grass and a bubbling foot bath instead of normally standing in front of a who-knows-how-old pillar for at least an entire day straight? Yes.

They didn't do this as often anymore, now that they finally had a person to interact with.

And all kinds of diverse creatures would buy into the Shangri-Spa. A bone goomba, a snifit, a parakoopa, you name it. Just casual acquaintances who came to visit and to unwind. Sometimes, a generic toad or shy guy would come, but they did no different; pay, play, pass on. The same routine, the same purpose-- almost as if every single one of them were pressed from the same pulp.

It was a steady, constant flow, of occasional customers, waiting cupids, and random influxes of cash.

Until he arrived.

To the Shangri-Spa toads, he seemed so-- bizarre, or, to put it more nicely, unique. When business was slow, and they were feeling impatient, a yellow-spotted toad (it sounded generic at first, but he was everything but that) had shyly peeked in through the door.

Now, straight away, their eyes had been caught by his clothing. He was garbed with a protective, mud-brown outfit, clearly suited for the desert. He wore a tight, buckled sash, which he would frequently tug on, and it allowed a polished shovel to be latched onto the back. His dutiful, dark boots were tightly laced up, and the soles contrasted, as they were incredibly scuffed up. It appeared he had trekked over miles and miles of rough sand.

What took their attention about his clothes the most was his odd hat. Snugly fit over his shroom, it paired with his button-up top. An expeditionary hat, it was built to shield his silver eyes from the sun. Despite this covering, the sun had clearly beaten down on him, judging from his fairly tan skin and his countless freckles, giving him a bronzed tint. It was clear he was attentive and paid close attention to his cleanliness and appearance-- perhaps he was a perfectionist?

Then, second, it was that he spoke to and shook the hands of the cupids, seeming very attracted to how they were silently standing without anyone to speak to. He spoke with an anxious stutter, further cementing the idea that he wasn't very good at being social. But, clearly, the toad still wanted to introduce himself and say hello. Not a single Spa attendant was left out. Some awkwardly laughed and excused themselves, as they weren't used to being spoken to by a stray visitor. Some met him with enthusiasm, chatting about the Spa and running over its purpose and guidelines. But he still chose to interact with them, either way.

They came to hear that his name was Baker Moontoad, but he was a professor in archeology, meaning that he more commonly was called Professor Toad (shortened to Professor). The name rang multiple bells for most of the cupids, as regular news and information were circulated back to their ears. They'd heard of this very professor, who had survived many terrors and solved a mystery as old as time.

Professor had found an Ancient One alive by the name of Captain T.Ode (they found it silly that he incorrectly referred to him as Khap'taan Teeowed, but he insisted it was the dialect of the Ancient Ones), and he was writing out all of his notes and work, but still needed someone to review them with true interest. He was considered famous in some ways, and from what they'd heard, he was a brave, intelligent desert toad. But they hadn't imagined that he'd act like this.

Professor, instead of acting very boastful of his achievements or even just extroverted, seemed surprisingly timorous.

His trembly hands would be stuck like glue to his sash once they shared a handshake, fiddling with the fabric as to calm his underlying nerves. His face, although proud, seemed very timid, expression-wise. His eyes would be wide, seemingly from both his bashfulness and ecstatic mood. His simper was genuine, yet fearful. They found it strange-- as someone who had given countless lectures, taught countless classes, and was an actual professor, Professor acted like he was socially constipated.

However, he further explained his intention for coming here. He was looking for someone who was willing to review and criticize his work so that he could edit and publish his extraordinary findings, and, oddly, hadn't gone to Shangri-Spa to get a massage or to soak in the baths, but for someone who would study with him and partner with him 24/7 to help publicize his notes. Professor had heard that the cupids were very fair critiques, and that many of them were also fervent in the same topics.

Unluckily for him, none of them were very open to leaving the spa, moving in with him, and spending God knows how long editing and reviewing and reading hundreds of pages over and over and over again. They politely declined his offers to each of them. They weren't that desperate for something to cure their ennui.

Until he asked the angel idly standing in the corner, next to a model of the Ala Marino. All these untils, it was like these special toads were built to break the humdrum repetition.

They were considered the history buff of the cupids, having spent hours researching Captain T.Ode and the backstory of the Marino. As Professor went around, querying each and every one of the Spa's attendants, they watched him with intrigued eyes. It was in their nature to feel curious, after all. When he approached, they instinctively straightened themselves. They knew how prominent this toad was, and it was a rule that important customers were to be treated with enormous respect. Professor Toad was no different.

"Ah, hello." When he spoke, his voice wavered as expected-- the echoes of his words that they had picked up from across the room didn't lie.

"Hello. It's nice outside, isn't it?" The angel responded, eyes gently meeting.

"Yes, it's quite.. serene, to put it that way."

Professor paused for a moment's passing, glancing down at his boots that had seen adventure after adventure through a perilous desert.

"Say, what's your name? I'd assume you have already.. heard from your attendants that I am Professor Moontoad."

"I've heard of you, as I love history, and you're often associated with that.. and, you can just call me Cherub!"

Cherub flashed a grin at him and caused him to mutedly laugh. He grew serious once again.

Tightening his already taut sash, he gave a short nod.

"Well, Cherub, I have a proposal for you-- would you like to.. study and critique my work? If you would want to join me, I must warn you, you will have to stay with me for an unknown period of time, and we will share a living space. It is well understood if you do not enjoy the factors."

They cheerily smiled, and gave a flitter of their angelic wings, letting their halo sparkle in all its glory.

"Yes, I would like to do that! It would be an honor to work with you, Professor!"

"Excellent!"

He met their passionate behavior, and seemed relieved that someone here was actually willing to do the obstacle-like task. He held up one finger, then dove to the button of his bag, heavy with unspecified trinkets and objects.

"I-I brought my notes and some of my work along with me, if.. that is alright.” He began. “Would you like to look over my writing, so to have a foretaste of what we will be working with?"

They nodded. "Sure. Sounds rational."

As he seemingly trembled with excitement (or some other unknown emotion), his quivering fingers popped off the button with a satisfying snap. However, when distributing the support for the pack to the bottom, it spun off his shoulder, and he gave a brief squeal when it hit the ground, spilling its messy contents (which was a surprise, considering how neat he was). Professor reddened, and whether it was from embarrassment or the tears pricking his eyes, they didn't know. Beginning to truly shake now, he attempted to try and shove it back into the open bag, now limply lying on the marble floor.

What Cherub knew best was to help, and this was no exception. So they dropped to their knees and dug their hands into the wreck.

"Here, I'll try and help you organize this! You probably need an extra pair of hands, right?"

"Yes, yes— I had no intention for— for this to occur—“

His cheeks burned an impossibly bright red when there were items revealed that were different from what looked like infinite amount of papers scrawled all over with cursive handwriting. The two sorted out glowsticks (even more humiliated, Professor explained in a slur of words that they were from some random, weird, strange, history-involved dance ritual he did with a friend), multiple sets of bright red pens, a smudged cleaning cloth, spare shoelaces, two pairs of socks, unused notepads, sticky notes, and, making him mumble something under his breath, doodles that were covered in hearts and stickers.

The cupid didn't outwardly question any of the mysterious things inside the disarray, and fixed everything up enough so that he could continue to sputter out flustered explanations and thrust everything back inside.

"Th-thank you. I appreciate your help."

"No problem! And.. you know, you don't have to be so ashamed of your stuff. I'm not judging."

"I suppose, but-- doesn't your mind wander? You were most likely questioning the things I have in my bag!"

They aimlessly shrugged, and set the newly repaired sack up right, ensuring that it wouldn't tip over again. They nudged it towards him, as to gesture than he could show him the notes.

"Well, I was thinking about it, but there wasn't much to be blushing about, so you're off the hook."

He smiled in silent peace. "Thank you."

Trailing off, he remembered that he was going to let them see bits and pieces of his notes.

"Where was I, hmm?"

Professor inquisitively tapped his chin, attempting to collect his thoughts together after the mistake. He remembered, and speedily returned to his more stoic demeanor.

"Yes, I will show you a page or two of my work, as a minuscule preview of.. what we will be reviewing over the next few weeks."

He sorted through his notes, muttering things like not something that long here or that's something Cherub should read when we're alone until he found the perfect samples.

"Aha! Oh ho, a great sheet to formally.. introduce you to my work-- it will do admirably!"

"Oh, let me see. It sounds good."

Tapping it against the shining floor, Professor bunched up a pack of papers, and handed them to him. He returned to his feet (the only thing that wasn't wavering on his body, probably due to stability) after sealing up the bag and throwing it back onto his shoulder.

Cherub looked through a few pages of documents, studying the ink scratched into the page. Some of the work was in an otherworldly red color, and they remembered that they'd seen extra pens in his bag-- that explained one thing.

His handwriting was very clean and formal, as it was cursive. He clearly had intentions to publicize this work. Every now and then, a colorful tab would pop up on the side, labeled in a more loose scrawl to remind Professor that this must be rewritten later, or something similar of the like.

"You're very bright, aren't you? It shows in your writing here."

He drew his eyes up from picking at his sash, and his cheeks grew pink again, this time from pleasure. His reluctant simper became adamant, and seemingly, the introverted professor became proud of himself.

"Well, thank you again! I have not let many read my work, and just judging from my exterior, I may as well be.. mute and dumb-- but I'm rather sharp, aren't I?" They could taste the tinge of confidence in his voice, and it made them beam just a bit more.

"Yes, that's true. If this is just a bit of what you plan to publicize, I'm surprised. You've fit a lot of research on just these pages."

Their compliment clearly drove home as they watched his eyes glint with pride. A tentative smile broke his face.

"I-I have collected information from my.. travels over the course of many months. And I-- may have to explain some of it, as I had written it in a different language. I'm fluent in the retired language of the Ancient Ones, and as it is more of a written language than a spoken one, I had added in phrases. With translations, of course."

The two of them stood with no words. Once each other's gazes grew uncomfortable, Cherub awkwardly laughed, then shuffled through the writing, and motioned to a few of the names mentioned.

"I've got just one problem with your work," they began, tapping the most noticeable name in neat cursive. "And it's this."

Professor opened his mouth, then shut it, not wanting to protest. He leaned in. After a few minutes of examination, he gave a huff of confusion.

"I.. do not understand, what is the issue with this name?"

They understandingly smiled, hoping they didn’t appear condescending, and handed him the papers.

"See, I've been noticing this mistake-- you've misspelled Captain T.Ode's name."

"Well, that is the phraseology of the Ancient Ones. Technically, when applying their language, his name would be Khap'taan Teeowed. So, wouldn't it be correct?"

They hesitantly bit their lip, then ran their pointer finger underneath the red pen's markings. They wings twitching once again, Cherub thought for a moment on how to explain.

"I don't want to sound like I'm explaining it to you, as you're fluent, but.. the Sandpaperian word for captain is khap'taan. You didn't translate correctly. And either way, his name would translate to T.Ode. It’s simply a misspelling. Or a mistranslation, I dunno.”

He nodded his head to show he was listening, then gasped as his face burned red again. He gripped the paper tightly, reading over the work again.

"Sweet senior thesis! I-I've made a fool of myself in front of you a second time now! I-- I have made such a humiliating slip-up, I apologize-- I will have to adjust.. all of my work and notes, as this is what an idiot would do! Oh, dear lord, I'm stupid, stupid, stupid.."

His grip tightened further. Wrinkles spiderwebbed all over the contents of his palms, and he risked crushing the sheets altogether.

They hastily shook their head, and seized his wrist before he could crumple the papers.

"No, no! It's a common misconception. And, you're not stupid or an idiot. Professor, it's okay. Don't worry, that's the only mess-up I found in that sample. Your work is perfect!"

Professor, who had previously attempted to ball up his precious work, paused, then fluffed them again, and slipped them back into his bag, making sure it wouldn't collapse again. He exhaled, feeling disappointed.

"I have-- I have completely misunderstood his name. I deserve to be called an idiot for thinking this for all my research! And, when I return home, I will have to edit and remove all of the mis.."

He realized.

"I-I forgot you'll be helping me."

"There! See? You do need a second pair of hands, and I'm completely open to removing this! Besides, I'm pretty sure you've been swamped with work.."

They flashed another cheerful grin to uplift him, and he (fortunately) appeared brighter. Fixing up his hat, Professor gazed at the floor, still crimson in the face.

"We've ought to get going, yes? And.. I may show you your new living space, Cher."

Cherub halted before speaking, hearing the abbreviation of their name. He continue to weakly tremble, eyeing their halo.

"Did you call me Cher?"

He perked up, then grew into a slight panic, frantically waving his hands to excuse himself.

"I-is it alright if I call you that? I believe in-- in affectionate nicknames for friends. Yes, I consider you a friend, now that we've become acquainted."

They clasped their hands together and shook their wings, the pristine feathers barely brushing against the marble floor.

"Well, of course! I've never been given a nickname before, so.. and, yeah, we should probably set off."

"It is done, then.. I wish the Spa my best regards."

They pridefully looped their arm around Professor's elbow, and he simpered as well, releasing his hands from anxiously toying with his sash. The two spoke to Shangri-Spa to share a wholehearted goodbye.

They strolled out the entrance doors together, leaving the model of the Ala Marino and the memory of the odd Professor Toad behind.

The silence settled again, and the angels repositioned, with one absent now, the atmosphere feeling like a missing puzzle piece.

"Goodbye, Cherub." One of the cupids finally spoke, wishing them away.

———

"I can't believe that this is what Toad Town is like! I've never seen anything like this! The citizens are so nice, the Princess is so friendly, the ocean is so mesmerizing, the lights and the trees and the sky! Everything is so-- insane compared to the Spa!"

"You're very excited, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes! My life wish has been to see the world below the heavens, and it's finally coming true! I can't believe my eyes, I-"

The two of them stopped in front of a small, humble house, with simple beige walls and a navy blue roof covered in streamers for the upcoming festival. A few marigolds were sprouting up behind the denim hued picket fence. The mailbox was quaint and metal, tiny in the shadow of the larger house. The front door was a plain oak, and was as unassuming as the rest of the houses.

Cherub paused.

"Is this our home? My new home?"

The angel gaped at the house, taking in the appearance. Professor nodded, and tucked his hand inside their palm.

"Yes. Yes, this is your new home. Is it--" His voice became hushed. "Is it too small? It's an upgrade from my last living space, as it was very cramped, and my next-door neighbors were.. inconsiderate, to put it nicely."

They hadn't exactly lived in any other place, so this seemed like the perfect size for them, who had no belongings and no boxes or packages to move in, and Professor, who already lived there, most likely didn't have much as well.

"Of course not. It's adorable! I think I'll really enjoy sharing this house with you, as your roommate!"

"That's reassuring. I was afraid that my new partner would have felt trapped in such a small house."

The two of them stood for a few more moments, admiring the curves and shapes of the home. Finally, Professor spoke again.

"Well, shall we go inside?"

"Yes, please."

Hand in hand, the toads walked inside together, and he pushed open the door for his new friend. It revealed an astoundingly clean house, which was only built of a few rooms-- clearly, the architect for this house mashed at least two rooms together to save space.

To be honest, it was a lot for Cherub to take in all at once.

In the living room, a wide table was spread by a short, red couch, and both were strewn with papers and stray red pens. In the corner, there sat a stunted bonsai tree, having been recently trimmed and watered. The overhead lights were calmingly soft.

In the kitchen, which was only separated from the living room with an arch and the carpet ending at linoleum flooring, there was a flat, stable counter. Having clearly been wiped down recently, it shimmered in the lightbulb. The oven was also shiny due to cleaning supplies. A couple cupboards, organized and stocked, were hung above the dwarfed fridge. The sink was even more ordinary, compared to the rest of the appliances.

In the bedroom sliver of the living room, a fully dressed king-sized bed sat still, pushed against the wall and below the largest window. Its covers were a rich and golden display (of Professor's choosing, since he loved the color gold), splashes of metallic colors across a contrasting, dark background. The sheets were generically white, as there was no need to get patterned with something you wouldn't see. These coverings were perfectly done, sticking with the theme of scarily clean.

In the bathroom, it was tiny and actually more claustrophobic than cozy. It had baby blue walls, featureless and glazed with luminosity. There was a mirror, just barely leaving room on the wall, and one sink, polished. It was ready with two bamboo toothbrushes, one labeled with yellow tape, and one bare. A shower was built in, covered in glass and starring a sliding door, framed in silver.

In the laundry room, which rivaled the bathroom in size, there was a simple basket, washing machine, and dryer. It wasn't much to look at, and was as blank as the previous room.

Throughout the house, the floor had clearly been vacuumed multiple times. Everything had been thoroughly scrubbed with cleaning supplies, leaving the faint yet distinct sent of lemons-- it was all scented, and it was much more preferred than the smell of bleach or vinegar.

Cherub was stunned. This was vibrant and diverse and was everything that Shangri-Spa never provided, in terms of a living space. They stood in silence, staring out at the miniature landscape around them, taking it all in. Professor anxiously wrung his hands.

"I-I understood that I would be gaining a roommate, so I may have-- well-- gone a bit overboard with cleaning everything. And fixing up everything. I didn't want to seem like I'm lazy or unappreciative of my surroundings. Is it.. is it enough?"

"Is it enough?" Their voice shot up an octave, conveying their shock at his words.

He jumped, then instinctively grasped the lip of his hat, beginning to quake. His fingers, like when he opened his bag for Cherub, trembled as he tightened his grip on his hat.

"Please don't yell at me, I just wanted to make.. things perfect..!"

They grabbed his arms, grinning as wide as they possibly could. They beamed at their new home, and felt so loved and appreciated by this.

"Professor! Yes, yes, it's even more than enough! It's amazing! I can't believe that my first home down below the Spa is going to be like this, oh my gosh!"

He shook away the terror and paranoia glaring on his face, and opened his mouth, unable to form words.

"It's so hard to describe how-- how happy I am! Professor, you've really outdone yourself! This is all for me? It's outperforming, beautiful, breathtaking, I-- whatever random words can describe it!"

"I-- I had not expected you to act like this. Yes, I had

#DAMN IT #THE JOKES WOULD BE FUNNY IF THE WHOLE THING FIT #toak story #HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE SOME OF CH1 LMAO #is this a promo? /j

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loveisblindfanfictionbka · 3 years

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Love Is Blind: Chapter One

“Come on Robs, what could it hurt?”

Robyn looked over at her friend and frowned.

“Online Dating? Really? Do you know the kind of psychos on these sites?”

Leandra sighed, “Girl, ain’t nobody saying marry them but at least try it out. It’s been years since your divorce. Why are you still so gunshy?”

“Well maybe because my ex-husband ripped my heart out my chest.”

“Isn’t that a little dramatic? You and your ex-husband were both childish and lost. I still don’t think you should’ve gotten divorced either.”

“You and everyone else seems to have my failed marriage all figured out.”

“Look, forget about all of that, you need to get back out there, even if it’s just for a night of fun. It wouldn’t kill you.”

“You know what, just to shut you up, I’ll do it.”

“Good, I got your profile all set up, you just need to approve it and submit it.”

“How in the hell? This is the first time we’ve spoken about this.”

“Yea but this was just a minor technicality because I was gonna set you up anyway.”

“Ugh….get away from me.”

Leandra laughed as she slid her laptop over for Robyn to review the profile. After a few minutes, Robyn nodded her head in approval and pressed publish.

“So now what?”

“Now you wait to see if you get any hits or you just peruse others’ profiles too.”

Robyn was shaking her head before Leandra even finished her statement, “I am not perusing anything. I don’t even want to do this right now.”

“So let the men come to you, it is the natural order of things.”

“I’ma divorce you next.”

“You love me so whatever.”

Robyn laughed as she leaned her head on Leandra’s shoulder, “Le, do you really think this will help?”

“I think it’ll give you something to do while you try to get your life right again. I love you and I know you and I know that your divorce is something that you’re still trying to understand but your life doesn’t have to stop while you’re doing that. Things don’t have to be serious. You don’t have to fall in love with anybody but it wouldn’t hurt to get from behind these walls you’ve erected and live. You owe it to yourself, if nobody else.”

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“Daddy, come on, the movie is starting”

Chris smiled as he rushed into the living room with a big bowl of popcorn. He sat next to his 3 year old daughter, Anesa, just as the classic Disney symbol flashed across the big screen.

“You know Princess, you could’ve just paused the tv. This is just a stream.”

“No because you were supposed to be faster anyway.”

Chris chuckled as he kissed her temple. He made the right decision becoming a foster dad two years ago. The little imp had done so much to replace the empty void in his life. He had suffered so much loss, being able to give that extra love to someone felt good. An image flashed in his head and he shook it. Years ago, he thought he had someone but that relationship crashed and burned. It surprised him that he even thought about her sometimes, all these years later.

Just as he started to become enamored with the Princess and The Frog, his phone rang. Anesa glanced over at him as he stepped out into the kitchen to answer it.

“Hello?”

“CB, what’s going on, Bro?”

“Marcus, how you doing?”

“I’m good. I’m moving back to the city so I just wanted to check in and see if we could meet up one of these days.”

“Of course, I’ll see if my sister can watch my daughter so just let me know when.”

“Daughter? A lot has happened, huh?”

“Too much.”

“How’s the wife?”

“Divorced years ago. I thought you knew.”

“I thought you were joking. You really went through with it?”

“We weren’t exactly seeing eye to eye.”

“But you were together for so long since middle school, right?”

“Officially since high school but you’d think that would’ve made our life together much easier, but nope.”

“Wow. We definitely got some catching up to do. Well, I’m back officially on Friday. We can meet at Roddy’s Bar.”

“Cool. 8 good for you?”

“Perfect, Bro. See you then.”

“Bet.”

They hung up and Chris went back to watching TV with Anesa.

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

Robyn fought as much as she could to not be curious about the stupid dating app but….that only worked for so long. As she scrolled, the frown in her face just got deeper and deeper. What the hell had the world become? These men were just- no. It was hard being single. She hadn’t been single in years. Scratch that, ever. She’d never been single. She wasn’t used to being alone and being married was supposed to prevent that. Her ex-husband had literally tore her heart in two and she still hadn’t recovered. How two people so in love could be so incompatible baffled her mind to this day? Of course, her people just thought they were too young and just gave up too quickly but what would they know? They didn’t live with them 24/7. Yes, they had awesome memories but all she could remember was how alone she felt when he was in the bed right next to her. How withdrawn he had gotten in the last two years of their marriage. How unsettled she felt. Like she never knew when he would finally explode from holding everything in. She felt like she walked on eggshells her whole marriage but him asking for a divorce shook her to her very core and she had never bounced back from it. She endured his brutal silence, his emotional hardness but yet he was the one who walked away. It just never made sense to her. Just as she was about to close the app, a direct message popped up.

Subject: Hello

Body: Hi, I was browsing your profile and you seemed really interesting. I was wondering if you would like to chat.

Robyn frowned a bit but she clicked on his photo to be directed to his profile. 42 years old. Divorced. One child. College Music Professor.

He seemed harmless. His photo was full length so his face wasn’t the clearest but he looked decent. Besides he’d probably say something weird and she’d never have to meet him in person so what’s the risk and Leandra had listed her under just her initials so it’s not like he’d know her real name anyway.

Re: Hello

Body: Hi, I would love to chat with you. My name’s Anna. Yours?

A few minutes passed before she got a reply

Re: Hello

Body: Christian but my friends and family call me Chris. It’s nice to meet you Anna.

A: Chris? That must be a common name, I know a few of those.

C: I can imagine. Don’t know too many Annas though. Not the typical name of this time

A: It’s a little old school but I like it. I see you’re a music professor

C: Yup. Decided to change career paths once I got divorced a few years ago. You’re a veterinarian?”

A: Yea, I own a clinic and a shelter in the city.

C: No children?”

A: No. Seems like my animals take up all my time.

C: Understandable. Animals can be like children.

A: Definitely. How old is your child?

C: She’s three.

A: That’s an awesome age

C: Very fun and energetic

A: My friends have children so I definitely imagine. Have you lived in the city long?

C: Just a few years. I was working at another college when the possibility of tenureship opened up at Columbia. Normally that can take years so I got lucky for the invite.

A: you work at Columbia University? That is awesome

C: I think the shock still hasn’t worn off. Kind of waiting for them to take it back at some point

A: Lol when I got the keys to my clinic, I felt the same way

C: Where’d you go to school?

A: Stanford for undergrad. University of California, Davis for veterinary school.

C: Pretty far from home, huh?

A:New York has always been the place for me. I always knew I’d end up here. You?

C: I’m from down south so that’s where my soft spot is. I did my undergrad and grad at Stanford though.

A: Wow talk about a small world. It is a large school so I’m not surprised we haven’t met unless we have.

C: Probably not, don’t remember many Annas there

A: True. How do you like being a professor?

C: It’s cooler than I thought it would be. My previous job had a little bit more excitement but after some personal issues then my divorce, I had had enough excitement to last a lifetime.

A: My divorce kind of knocked me off balance so I can understand wanting to start over

C: How long were you married?

A: Three years. You?

C: Same. Together?

A: Over ten years. You?

C: Same. Bad ending?

A: I really don’t know. It wasn’t the best situation but it wasn’t the worst. I think abrupt would be a better word. You?

C: I walked away. I wasn’t the best husband but I think we really outgrew each other.

A: That can happen. How old were you?

C: 35. You?

A: 34. A lot can change in over ten years

C: True. I don’t know if she knew that though

A: did you try to tell her?

C: Honestly no but that’s partly why I walked away. I wasn’t any good for her let alone for myself. I struggled a lot emotionally back then, I still do now sometimes. She didn’t need that weight in her life

A: Did she say that or did you make that decision for her?

C: Both.

A: Ah. I’m sorry

C: No need. She was better off without me anyway

A: you still think about her?

C: I try not to. It hurts. Failure sucks.

A: tell me about it. Have you seen her over the years?

C:No. We both moved away once we got divorced. Don’t really know where she went to be honest

A: Same. Some things are just better left alone, I guess

C: True.

A: You know Chris, this was fun. I was a little nervous about this online thing

C: Really? I’ve done it once or twice before. It’s not too bad if you take it for what it is

A: And that is?

C: Just a way to meet people. Doesn’t have to go further than a conversation unless you let it

A: That is very true.

C: If it’s agreeable to you. I’d love to talk to you again

A: I’d like that

C: Great. I guess, until next time

A: Have a good night

C: You as well

Robyn closed out of the app after reading Chris’s last message. They had a lot in common, a lot more than her ex-husband. She got a little nervous when he said his name was Chris but once he clarified that his full name was Christian, she could let out a breath. Her ex-husband’s name when shortened was Chris but his full name was Christopher. Christopher was a common name but she really didn't need that reminder of him too.

Chris dropped his phone onto his nightstand just as Anesa ran into his room. He laughed as she tried to climb onto his bed before leaning over to pick her up, “what’s the matter Love Bug?”

“Can I sleep in here with you?”

“Of course you can. Did something happen?”

“I had a bad dream.”

“Aww...I’m sorry, Love Bug. Come on, get under the covers.

Anesa climbed under the blankets as Chris turned off the lights. She cuddled onto his chest and Chris hugged her close, “Comfortable?”

“Yes. Goodnight Daddy.

“Goodnight Love Bug.”

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

“So….how was it?” Leandra asked as her and Robyn sat down for breakfast.

“It was a nice conversation. He seemed like a decent guy.”

“What’s his name?”

“Christian but people call him Chris.”

“You really have a thing for Chris’s, huh?”

“Don’t say that. Chris is just a common name.”

“It is but what a coincidence.”

“Yea.”

“So what does he do?”

“He teaches music at Columbia.”

“Nice. Educated. Kids?”

“A daughter.”

“Marital status?”

“Divorced like me.”

“Guess you can share horror stories.”

Robyn chuckled, “my marriage was a failure but not a horror story. Stop it.”

“Have you spoken to Chris?’

“Not since the divorce was final. Why?”

:Leandra shrugged.

“Le, what happened?”

“Nothing. I thought I saw somebody who looked like him the other day, that’s all.”

“Where? Here? In New York?”

“Yea.”

“Please don’t tell me we moved to the same state.”

“Robs, I don’t know if it was him. I just caught his profile. It could’ve been any cute light skin guy. They are running around here galore.”

“That’s true.”

“So about your new Chris?”

“What about him?”

“What’s the next move?”

“We agreed to talk again but nothing more than that. I’m still stuck in limbo, I’m not trying to make something out of nothing.

“I guess. Are you gonna meet him?”

“Nah. Some things are just better left alone, you know.”

“Not even if you really start to like him.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m swearing off serious relationships until I fix my broken heart and I have no idea how long that’s gonna take.”

“You still love him, don’t you?”

“I don’t know but I don’t want to.”

“You were together a long time.”

“Yea and he still left me so what does that mean?”

Leandra sighed, “I don’t know. “

“Chris, who are you messaging so much?” Jessica, his sister, asked as she started stirring a pot of beans.

“I met this woman online. We’ve been talking for a few weeks.”

“Online dating? You sure that’s safe?”

“I don’t plan on meeting her so it’s not a huge deal. Just a conversation.”

“Few weeks is a long time for it to just be a conversation. You like her?”

“She seems really nice.”

“Glad you’re opening your heart up somehow.”

“I’m not opening anything up. I went down that road and have no qualms about avoiding it.”

“You know you walked away from your marriage, Chris. I don’t understand your apprehension with moving on.”

“I didn't walk away to move on. I walked away to keep from hurting her. Two different things. I’m not fit to be in a relationship, let alone a marriage. My daughter is the only woman I’m concerned about right now.”

“Anesa can’t be your whole life.”

“Who says?”

“I wish Momma was here to talk some sense into you.”

“Don’t do that, Jess.”

“What? She was the only person you listened to. Did you ever tell your ex what happened with Momma?”

“No.”

“You never took her to meet her?”

“It’s not like she was around. Auntie C raised me.”

“So when you left every weekend to see Momma in the hospital your ex never asked why?”

“She asked. I never answered.”

“Chris.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. It wasn’t for her to know. She didn’t need that kind of weight on her, ok?”

“You never gave her a chance to really love you, Chris.”

“Well that doesn’t really matter. She moved away and about her life. I did the same. No harm, no foul.”

“I wouldn’t quite say no harm, no foul but whatever.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I don't want you to hurt this new woman because you’re still in love with your past, Chris.”

“I’m not in love with anyone so there’s nothing to be worried about.”

“And that worries me even more.”

#loveisblindfanfiction #chrianna

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Mission Accomplished

WinterIron, E, 1.7k, PWP, rough sex, maybe some light somnophilia | AO3

For the @winterironmonth, NSFW Wednesday, TROPE/AU: Rough Sex

This one is all Stella’s fault. Entirely. Inspired by this gif. (Equally notSFW)

Tony stomps his way off the elevator, and that’s the first sign he’s had a bad day. The second and third signs are when he aggressively kicks off his shoes, nearly tripping on them in the process, and then throws himself into Bucky’s lap and buries his face in Bucky’s neck.

Bucky resists the urge to grin, instead just drags his palms down the line of Tony’s back and asks “rough day, babydoll?”

He’s expecting Tony to make a couple unintelligent unhappy noises before lifting his head and filling Bucky in on his day. The first part goes basically how he expects, but when Tony lifts his head, instead of regaling Bucky with stories of whatever stupid thing someone has screwed up now, Tony just shoves his tongue down Bucky’s throat. Bucky gets with the program quickly at least, kissing Tony back hungrily because he is never going to get sick of it.

When Tony finally pulls back Bucky's head is spinning, just a little. Tony has a determined look on his face, and before Bucky can ask Tony is firmly declaring “the thing is, sweetheart, is that I’m gonna need you to fucking wreck me.”

So here’s the thing about Bucky. He’s amazing, is the thing. He’s probably the sweetest, most sarcastic, most fantastically smart-ass person Tony has ever dated. He’s also stupidly strong, but he’s always so, so careful with Tony, and somehow it just makes him feel treasured, rather than weak.

Except sometimes, sometimes Tony doesn’t want careful.

“‘C’mon,” he gasps, clawing at Bucky’s shoulders, "harder, fuck, I can take it honey, wanna feel you, please- "

"Tony," Bucky groans against his lips, keeps thrusting into him slow and deep and amazing, “shh, easy doll, ‘m gonna take care of you.”

“Then do it harder,” Tony whines and arches up into Bucky’s next thrust, clenching hard around him, and lets out a victorious groan when Bucky's hips snap forward hard enough to shove him up the bed. “Yes, god yes that’s- Ah!” Tony cuts off with a sharp cry as Bucky does it again, thrusts into Tony hard enough that their skin slaps together loudly. “That’s perfect, fuck you’re so good honey, please, please just like that, need you baby.”

Bucky shudders all over, curls down around him tighter and continues slamming himself into Tony, thrusts going short and deep and perfectly, achingly hard. And yeah, Tony knows Bucky has a big ol’ weakness for begging, and he is not above using that to his full advantage to get Bucky to get with the program already.

So Tony tightens his fingers in Bucky’s hair and slurs out “please, god you feel so good, please honey, just like that,” in between sharp moans as Bucky fucks into him over and over and over, knocking all the air out of his lungs and all the thoughts out of his head

And Tony keeps it up, even after he completely loses track of the words spilling out of his mouth. Until all Tony knows is the deep, demanding press of Bucky inside him, until Bucky sinks his teeth into Tony’s shoulder and comes with an abrupt, broken groan, still grinding himself into Tony in short rolls of his hips. When he lifts his head again Tony can see the concern trying to fight it’s way past the haze of orgasm, the way Bucky is already opening his mouth to ask if he’s ok, or apologize, and Tony can’t have that.

“So good,” Tony sighs, arching up against him, clenching around him and groaning when Bucky’s cock throbs again. He loops his arms around Bucky’s shoulders and pulls him in, until their lips brush together as he breathes out “don’t stop, honey, please, need you-“

“Tony,” Bucky groans, kisses him desperate and hungry. He gasps as Tony clenches around him again, hips rolling forward and he’s still so hard, so thick and deep. “Babydoll, fuck- you sure you wanna start this?“

“Yeah,” Tony gasps, breathless because oh, he knows exactly what he’s getting into. He arches up to meet the next hard roll of Bucky’s hips, moaning out “please honey, don’t stop.”

Bucky maybe snaps, just a little, pulls out just long enough to flip Tony over onto his stomach, straddles his upper thighs and slides back into him slick and easy and the sight of his own come leaking out around his cock punches a low groan out of Bucky's chest.

Tony moans, loud and long and shameless and Bucky revels in it. "Yes," Tony moans, then gasps when Bucky pulls back only to slam back into him hard, “god yes, that's- fuck that’s good please baby, please don’t stop-“

More pleas continue spilling out of Tony’s mouth, among ragged moans and gasps of Bucky’s name, and hell, if Tony wants to get fucked out of his mind then Bucky is gonna give it to him. So Bucky grinds Tony down into the mattress with every long thrust, and it's not long before Tony’s fingers tangle in the sheets and he's moaning out his orgasm. Bucky just fucks him through it, thrusts shortening as Tony's muscles clench and flutter around him.

“Don’t stop,” Tony moans out, even as he shakes and heaves for breath, hips twitching up like he’s trying to get Bucky impossibly deeper. “Please, more- god please honey-“

Bucky knows, he knows Tony is far from breakable, but that doesn't stop him from feeling a little bad when his next thrust shoves Tony up the bed and Bucky has to curl down around him. He wraps one arm under Tony’s chest to hold him still, pin him in place as Bucky fucks into him harder, and then harder.

"Don't stop," Tony gasps out around his broken, hitching moans, "oh, don’t stop, fuck, please-" and then he goes limp, panting brokenly against the sheets.

Bucky doesn't stop, loses himself in the clench of Tony's body, tight and warm and slick with his come, making it so easy to slam himself into Tony over and over and over.

Tony wakes up to the wet squelch of Bucky grinding into him deep, come leaking out of him with every thrust. The sheets are soaked through beneath him and Tony is still hard. Or maybe he’s hard again, it’s difficult to say because Tony has zero idea how much time has passed.

He doesn’t know anything but the press of Bucky inside him, the insistent ache of it, still sending warm sparks along every one of Tony’s nerves, all through his body and that’s all he can feel, at this point, like Bucky is taking up all the space inside him, fitting himself under Tony’s skin completely.

“Please,” Tony slurs out, tongue thick in his mouth, body aching, another orgasm building hot and agonizing in his gut, “please, fuck baby, that’s so- oh god-“

Bucky just growls into the back of his neck, hips snapping forward hard, arms looped down around Tony’s chest and shoulders pulling him back into it as every short thrust forces Tony’s back into a sharp arch, forces all the air out of Tony’s lungs. They’re both covered in sweat, slick and heated everywhere they’re pressed together and Bucky’s breath is little more than a panting snarl in his ear.

One of Tony’s arms is all caught up in the tangle of their limbs, but the other is free and Tony throws his hand up, grabbing blindly until his palm comes into contact with Bucky’s hair and gasping out “fuck, yes, oh-“ Between one breath and the next Tony is coming, barely even feels the edge approaching before he’s hurtling over it with a breathless scream. He’s too exhausted to do more than shake, cock twitching almost painfully against the wet sheets even though he doesn’t have anything left to spill.

Tony tries for some more words but all that come out are weak, wet moans, but he’s pretty sure Bucky gets the message because he just keeps fucking into Tony until he comes with a sound that’s more pained than anything, presses himself as deep into Tony as he can and then just stays there. Every time Bucky heaves for breath his chest brushes down against Tony’s back, and it has Tony shivering all over again.

Bucky pants hotly against the back of Tony’s neck, his entire body aching, and holy shit he doesn’t even know how long they’ve been at it. Only that it’s well into the night and Tony is limp and shaking beneath him, his entire body flushed an appealing red. Bucky can’t help a deep whine as Tony shifts, presses his ass up against Bucky’s hips just a little more.

“Stop that, you’re gonna kill us both,” Bucky groans, then nips at the edge of Tony’s hairline. It has the exact opposite intended effect, has Tony shivering against him, around him, and another low groan drags its way out of Bucky’s chest. It feels like it takes literally all of his energy, but Bucky manages to slowly withdraw from Tony’s body and then flops heavily to the side. “You feelin’ better, baby?” He asks, remembering belatedly that there had been a reason for Tony’s request to be fucked into and then back out of a coma.

“Wha?” Tony asks, turning his head just enough to blink at him dumbly, and hey look at that, apparently Bucky has enough energy left over for a smug grin. If Tony doesn't even remember that he’d been upset, that’s a mission thoroughly accomplished.

Now that the sweat is starting to cool Bucky can feel a chill settling over him, can see Tony shivering with it, and they should probably do something about that. “We need a bath,” Bucky says, and then proceeds to not move at all. He’s pretty sure if he tries to move he’ll die.

“We need a nap. Possibly several naps,” Tony says, eyes already falling closed, voice slurred, and fuck he makes a convincing argument.

“We need water,” Bucky points out, and his voice even cracks dryly, as if trying to prove his point, “or we might die. You’re a terrible influence.”

Tony hums happily, and then passes the hell out. Bucky takes a moment to appreciate the sight of Tony’s ass, cheeks pink from Bucky’s hips slamming against him and shit, that might even bruise. Bucky’s cock gives an agonizing twitch and he shoves himself out of bed with a groan. He needs to go stick his head in a freezer, then maybe he can talk Tony into drinking some water. And then a bath.

... and the maybe more sex in the morning, if either of them can feel their junk.

#winterironmonth #winterironmonth2020 #winteriron #starkbucks #buckytony #my fic

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i am very much enjoying my vague void! it's currently blasting hozier at full volume and that's almost louder than my internal screaming (don't worry, everything is fine, i just saw a spider)

i've never once in my life have followed a recipe correctly. all of my measurements are completely random and whatever happens happens. it is no longer in my hands. whatever eldritch entities exist take the wheel. and i absolutely refuse to spell anything in english without autocorrect because y'all have way too many double letters and random vowel placement

thank you! sadly, i won't have a break right now, because we just had christmas vacations, but the start of the new semester is always pretty chill. and you're absolutely right, i should take up necromancy! the snow and the cold will add to my mysterious vibes. i just need to get a big black cape with a hood to complete the aesthetic

i definitely picture everything above 5'6 feet as the same height. 5'7 and 6'2? the exact same thing. no difference here

how is morepork a real bird name. it's just... more pork? but the bird is magnificent. i completely approve of your first order as bird queen, not that you need approval from mere peasants like me, but it's a great order. ohhh salps look really cool, and it does look a lot like it! when you said boob implant i thought of mermaids and them using salps as boob implants but then i realised wait wouldn't jellyfish be better for that? because of their shape? ignoring their little leggies they're quite boob shaped, no? and then i realised that i was thinking about mermaids and alive boob implants... if i had to think it, you have to read it. i'm sorry

i was sold before but now i'm even more sure that i want to hire you. and I'll make sure to have lactose free cheese for the backflips (unless you want the lactose version? i'm not judging). will the biting of ankles cost extra?

that sounds like a brilliant set-up for a horror movie where they kill off all the children one by one. it's absolutely horrifying. if something like that would've happened to me i would've most likely just passed out. whatever happens afterwards is not my problem. and now i really don't want to know what the hell your leg was caught on because that seems like knowledge that would get me killed

ah so you're a fellow dirt eater? according to my mom my favourite thing to do outside when i was a little kid used to be eating sand. just shovelling handfuls of it into my mouth and crying when my mom made me spit it out. which i refuse to believe. if there are no photos it didn't happen

you warm climate people are starting to make me think that i'm better adjusted to the cold than i thought i am! it's either that or our buildings are better heated. i definitely don't know if anyone else calls hot water bottled hotties but i like it so from now on i'm using it

that's so cute! i was clearly a way more selfish child because when i found any amount of money i just kept it and bought candy as soon as i could. i clearly couldn't save money then and i can't now. we have stores like that (or i'm assuming that they're like that solely based on how they sell lollies) and they used to be my favourite thing because you could get so many lollies for such a small price!! and my mom even used to let me order for myself sometimes so i always felt like a very big girl jsjshsbsjk

also the fact that i can't send pictures on anon is a crime (yes i know why and it's good that that's not possible because can you imagine anons being able to send pictures? oh no is all i have to say about it) but anyways. because i have this one super cursed photo that reminded me of you and now i can't share it :((

duuuuude, sick void bro. sounds like a vibing void. I feel like I haven’t seen a spider in awhile. Other than daddy long legs. But they’re chill. They mind their own business.

I nearly always follow recipes exactly. My mum is like oh cook this for about 7 minutes? Yeah sure. I’ll take a wild guess. I’m like they say exactly 7 minutes so I’ll set a timer for 7 minutes and start a stopwatch so if it does seem to need more than 7 I can keep an eye on the extra time and be aware of exactly how long it takes me for next time. Other people are like oh let's see I have [lists 5-10 things in their fridge], hmm...oh I know what I could make with that! I’m like I have beans in my freezer because one recipe required them and no other recipes I know how to make do so what am I supposed to do with these now,,, this is stressful,,, basically I barely know how to cook and recipes are the only things saving me in that area. That is entirely fair. Except for the fuck duck, and murder is not the word you want surely, situations, it’s pretty helpful.

Ohhh I see. At least the start is chill! For a little! Before your entire situation spirals out of hand and you’re behind in every class and it’s taken you a whole day to read 10 pages and you’re exhausted and it’s only week 2. Just me? ok. fair. anyway. I want a cloak so bad. One of my uni friends tempted me to class because she said she was wearing a cloak so my depressed ass honest to god dragged myself out of bed and to said class just to see it. It was worth it. They’re incredible. Everyone should own a big cloak for the aesthetic.

I’m glad it isn’t just me hahaha. I can visualise my own height in feet but everything else is just the same size that is a vague amount taller than me, mentally.

It’s also known as the ruru. But the name morepork amuses me. It’s named after the call it makes haha. It does sound like it’s asking for more pork if you know to listen for that. thank u for ur approval, it means a lot, turns out becoming bird queen didn’t ACTUALLY get rid of my anxiety disorder weirdly enough so validation is great! lmaooo. What if the jellyfish stung them tho? At least salps wouldn’t do you dirty like that. The mermaids would just look like there are hundreds of bugs crawling around in their boobs, flesh shifting as they float around. Which is a vibe. If you’re into that. Jellyfish WOULD make a more solid, single, implant, some of them are definitely boob shaped. But that’s kinda boring no one’s gonna be traumatised by that. Salps on the other hand...yeah, that sight will DEFINITELY traumatise someone.

To be PERFECTLY honest I haven’t done a backflip in years but for lactose-free cheese? Dude. I’ll be going back to training. Gonna be the best backflip you’ve ever seen. As long as it’s not Tasty cheese I am content, but lactose free IS better. The biting of ankles will not cost extra, it is a pleasure to be allowed to do that.

Oh it absolutely would be. It’d be very funny if it reached the wider world bc people would probably be like ok but who would send kids into the bush like that,, it’s an odd concept. meanwhile everyone who grew up in nz is gonna be like y’all, you’re not gonna fuckin BELIEVE what i experienced growing up, it’s real dude. On one hand, I feel like murdering kids in a movie is questionable, on the other hand, It exists, so maybe people would be down for it. I feel like it’d be a good concept even if it wasn’t murdery tho. Like psychological horror? I’m not sure if I’m using that category correctly I don’t watch much horror. A kid following the rope but then being shifted into a different horror dimension but they never take the blindfold off because their teachers said not to and they’d probably have to let go of the rope to do it...I feel like this could work super well as a short film. The viewers see everything. The child just knows something is off and no one is coming when they call for help. I am so down for this. I also do not want to know what my leg was caught on. Some things I am better off not knowing.

yes! I am a fellow dirt eater! We had a sandpit at home (that’s a little bold. It was a large plastic shell that my parents filled with sand. technically a sandpit. but not fancy sdflsdkfsdf) but I don’t think I ever tried to eat it. Then again, I possibly did and just don’t remember because there’s no photo evidence of that one. I’d have to ask my parents sdfhsjdfs, I would however fully believe them if they said yes. it’s very characteristic of me. I don’t doubt it for a second. muuuum that’s my emotional support sand don’t make me spit it out smh the disrespect these days.

Oh I’m absolutely terrible even by most people’s standards around here when it comes to cold and hot temperatures. I remember sitting in the sun in my school shirt and school jersey in summer on a blazing day like it’s a bit chilly, isn’t it? Meanwhile my friends were in the shade absolutely dying from the heat. Likewise in winter I’d be shivering, teeth chattering, dying with my long sleeve thermal, my school shirt, my school jersey, my school jacket, my longs, warm socks and sneakers and gloves and school scarf while ppl would be walking around in a shirt and shorts like it’s a bit warm this winter huh? my body didn’t learn how to thermoregulate and it shows. But yeah NZ does also have a reputation for shittily insulated buildings and such. It shows. skhdfsfs if it’s not common use maybe don’t say can i have a hotty to someone without context but otherwise go ahead lmao. it’s a fun shortened version.

I was typically a very good saver, to the point where my extended family started gifting me gift cards and vouchers for Christmas and my birthday because if they just gave me money I’d put it in my bank account to save towards uni once I hit like, 12 years old. Which I think was a smart move. But apparently, I’m supposed to buy myself ‘something nice’ with it. I think I’m still an okay saver but I’m not as strict anymore. I’m aware of how much I can spare and I’m not just like you can never get anything for yourself ever, so I do get lil things for myself sometimes. oooo yay! At least you know what I mean. But yes. They were the gold mine for lollies. Absolutely terrific stores. My mum would be like hey lindsey how about you order? And I’d be like mother, I am 7 years old and I have an undiagnosed anxiety disorder everyone assumes is child shyness why would you think I would want to do that. Instead I will whisper my choices to you. After therapy tho I felt pretty rad for picking my own lollies by myself. I was like 13 at that point but sdfkjhsdf listen I got there in the end.

sdfkjsdfkjhsdf I like that a cursed photo reminded you of me. That’s all I need to hear. Tumblr said no anon dick pics but they also said no anon cursed photos either,,, very sad. for the latter part. the first part thank god. If I could turn on photos on anon I absolutely would just to see this but I don’t think I can :(

#tasty cheese is nasty and i will die on this hill #i'm not sure if other countries have like the same main cheeses or if it differs everywhere #tasty. colby. and edam are the main three i think of #i know there's like mild or some shit but i know only the blue yellow and red packets #either or a wasp or a bee just flew in my room but it flew out so i'll respect that #my plans for today were reply to your ask and that's it #what am i supposed to do for the next twelve hours #oh wait i know #m u r d e r............#Anonymous

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If that hurts so much, why can’t you just leave them?

That’s definitely a question for some of you who is confused between Love, Ego, and Bond. That’s okay I used to asked the same question. In my journey through life looking for a peaceful mind, I have experienced some hurtful relationships with my beloved people and that is what we called as toxic relationship. Some of you might be wondering “what the heck is a toxic relationship?”. Guys, you may have experienced it or you are currently in that relationship now but you just don’t realize it. Well it's not easy to see or even realize that you are in a toxic relationship.

So, I'm gonna tell you what a toxic relationship is.

A toxic relationship comes from a toxic person, obviously. Who is considered as toxic person? They might be your lover, friends, even your parents and siblings, they can be considered as toxic person. Yes, blood ties don’t guarantee that you have a good relation. In my journey until now, my toxic person (lol) are a friend and family. It is so damn hard to be close with them.

Okay I’ll start with a friend. She was one of my best friend. We hung out together, laughed together, occasionally have a sleepover together, heck we even tried some bad things together We were so happy back then. And then, I realized something that has been bothering me for a long time. If you read my last article, you’ll know how insecure I am back then. Yes, she told me that I’m ugly, it’s like it is such a bad thing to be myself. And there are load of things she said about me. And I will never forget how she killed my dream. She always try to ’shaped’ others to be have the same mindset as her especially in ‘dating department’. When we were talking about the future she always asks “When do you think we will get married?” to be honest marriage is not something I see in my future but when I told her that she got mad at me. She also has problem about how I never date anyone and that in my age, I have should have been dating someone just like her. How tired.

That was just a short story that make me feel so insecure and hurts. I was insecure of my body, my dreams, and being a woman. It’s like I failed to be a woman, a princess who always live in the romance world. I’m an adult (based on my age) who have never been in a ‘real’ relationship, and I feel so ugly, I was so fuckin insecure back then. So, what did I do at that time? I forced myself to look for a man, live in someone else’s expectation, be someone else, and pretend to be okay when I’m judged. I did all those things to be accepted and keep her as friend.

Let’s move to the 2nd story.

This story comes from my family. Well, I’ll shorten it.

My father have passed away when I was 12. I live with mother, 2 sisters, and a brother. My sisters already have a family at that time.

Me as a young girl who is still learning about the cruel world we live in, and I’ve always been judged, blamed even cursed by my own family. They always forced me to be a ‘good girl’ in the name of religion, but I don’t like it. Hmm actually, it takes 8 years to figure it out. My mom is very very grumpy. When I made one mistake, she cursed at me and make sure that everything is my fault until she felt satisfied, and me? Crying alone and make sure no one knows I was crying. My sisters and my brother, it looks to me they just don’t seem to care about me because they always agree of what my mom said, they don't even bother to ask me if I’m okay, I felt so lonely. I’m just all alone. Someday, on a good day they ask me what it is that I want. Unfortunately, I can’t tell them well, I was so scared. Yes, I was scared of my own family, my mom who gave birth to me. I can’t talk to them, I feel so uncomfortable when I’m with them, it’s like I want to go far away. And yes, it takes me like 8-9 years to realized that.

In 2017 (if I'm not mistaken or forgot), I felt so depressed for like 2-3 months. I don’t have someone to lean on, I was just all alone. Feeling so tired, scared, empty, frustration, mad, and hurt every night, and no one knows about that. In this year, I began to avoid my friend, and you know what she thinks? she thinks that I am a problem, funny? Yep lmao. And then in 2018 when I watched a k-drama called Wise Prison Life (you can read my first article), I dare myself to move on and try to accept everything I have.

So, those are some stories of mine about toxic relationship. This view might change your mindset about toxic person. Because yes, it can come from everyone even your own family.

Hm, i think you already figure it out what the toxic person is. Based on my experience, toxic person is a person who always blaming, cursing, and judging you excessively. Basically, they do violence verbally, physically, etc., it certainly hurts you and disturbs your mental health. What are the benchmarks? It depends on yourself, that's only you know about the limits. So guys, if you're hurt, you are just hurt. Stop pretending to be okay.

Reconciliations? I cut off ties with my friend. I let myself to let it go. I do love her, I like her so much but she hurts me a lot, and I’m tired to be stupid. It takes courage, indeed. And you know what? Now I have many friends who are more ‘healthy’, supportive, understanding and cool. I lost a friend, then I got another one, sometimes you have to believe in the universe guys.

Then how about my family? as the time goes by, my older siblings try to understand what I'm feeling, they become quiet when my mom start to blamed me for something. And yeah, once again I dare myself to be honest to my family. it’s not just once actually, it takes 3 times to say what I want and finally they understand. I had a serious talk with my mom, just the two of us, and yeah we had a deeptalk, she’s telling me about how she feels. And evidently, she also felt what I felt too. So we finally understand of each other minds and hearts.

Ah yes, maybe this one is not a story I experienced first hand, but I’ll just remind you this.

If you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, and he/she’d love to cursed, blamed, or even hit you with his/her hands/things or hit you by his/her speech, and it hurts you, leave him/her. It’s not Love anymore, it’s just your ego and fears to be single. You deserve something better guys.

My conclusion is if only that toxic person could be invited to solve problems, why not for peace? But you also have to be able to see the situation and condition of the toxic person. Can they be invited to make peace or not, make sure of that. Because there is some people who still can't accept themselves yet.

Let’s just live in peaceful mind, enjoy some little things, and be happy all the time. ❤️

editor: @yashintap (ig)

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Haven DVD commentaries; 5.13 - Chosen

Commentary with Gabrielle Stanton and Matt McGuiness (and another brief appearance by Assistant Josh) [Josh’s surname isn’t mentioned in any of these but from a brief googling I assume this is Josh Brandon]

MMG: Welcome to the commentary for the final episode of season five, the name of which escapes me right now GS: It’s called Chosen. It’s been, how many months since we shot this? MMG: Oh, seven or eight months maybe. GS: Yeah so we might just fall silent, like; Wow I forgot about this! MMG: I’m already mesmerised by how good our show looks. I really think it looks so good. We’re picking up here directly after the last episode, and this is a real jaw dropping moment [Charlotte revealing that she’s Mara’s mother] GS: We’re kind of hoping that no one saw this coming. If all went well no one did. I know Adam certainly didn’t see it coming. MMG: This was fun for us with Adam Copeland because, fans will know that Adam was a wrestler, and we’ve sort of watching him matriculate as an actor on Haven. And now, I remember saying to him that he was going to get to do all sorts of new and interesting things. I never said to him that he was going to get to find out that the woman you’re sleeping with comes from another dimension. GS: No. We said ‘love interest’ but then I think we kept it a little vague after that. MMG: And we didn’t tell him what was going to happen with his love interest. And he played it great.

[On screen Charlotte is talking about microscopes as a metaphor for this world and hers being different and separate] MMG: There’s one of the two microscopes. I was not thrilled with those microscope choices. Put them a little closer together, perhaps. We were not there for this episode. A lot of times we go up to Canada when we shoot these, which is super fun. It’s like going to camp, seeing everybody and running around, but for this episode we were furiously writing. GS: I think we were already writing the premiere of the next season. MMG: Yeah, so we couldn’t go up. GS: I thought Laura [as Charlotte] played this whole thing very well. MMG: She was great.

[As we see Duke deep in thought outside the Gull] GS: Oh this was kind of cool. Obviously finales often set up a whole bunch of stuff for the up coming season, but this finale in particular set up a lot of stuff to come back to in the next season. MMG: I really like this scene. This is one of those scenes that I like because it manages to be horrific and kind of gory in a way, but if you are twisted like I am, it sort of makes me giggle a little bit too. My buddy Chris makes his own Kaluha. GS: I didn’t even know you could. MMG: It’s very easy to make GS: What’s in it? MMG: I don’t know. But he makes Kaluha and I drink it. Happily. [As stuff starts exploding] GS: I thought the effects were really good here. MMG: Yeah this scene came out great. [As the guy explodes] MMG: That effect was a little odd, but it still worked out great. GS: A little over the top but still kind of awesome. [As Duke’s line about needing to see a doctor ] MMG: And Eric delivered this line well.

MMG: And here’s our lovely theme music, I love it. My kids sing it. Well, hum along to it

[Credits on screen: Editor - Thorben Bieger] MMG: This was edited by Thorben. His name is Thorben and I wrote an episode of Haven back in season three and there was a guy in it named Thor [pronounced Tor], which was a shortened version of Thorben. And I remember people saying that wasn’t a real name, no one’s named Thorben, that’s ridiculous. And I thought, well our editor is named Thorben.

[Gloria making a scene in the hospital to cover for Duke] GS: I love Gloria. Let’s do the Gloria spin off. MMG: Jayne Eastwood loves this kind of stuff. She was great here.

[As Duke arrives to talk to Charlotte] MMG: This is another cool moment, this episode was full of cool moments. GS: Well it’s cool because everyone knows something that the other person doesn’t know, in every scene MMG: Right. There’s a lot of secrets. And look how great Laura looks with her hair down. GS: I know, I was so happy when we brought it down. The second we were going to change her from a doctor to Audrey’s mother, we were like; bring the hair down! [Charlotte to Duke; Remove your shirt please.] GS: And the fans go wild. [As we see the handprints on Duke] GS: And even wilder. Can I say, that little handprint right on his butt, we were told that was very important that that was there.

GS: Oh this is a cool scene coming up [Audrey and Mara talking in the bronco]. How did they shoot it, was there special effects, or? MMG: This was a cool scene. But no, I think they just shot over … well let’s see but I’m pretty sure they used Lydia our stunt double. GS: So they didn’t do any split screen MMG: I don’t think so. This kind of stuff is so fun for Emily, and this was a really good Mara performance. And the dialogue in this scene is fantastic, really it’s clever. GS: Wait, didn’t you write this episode? MMG: Yes I did. GS: Ah ha, that explains it.

MMG: Can you turn it up Josh, I can barely hear … Oh, I had the wrong - OK that’s better. Don’t laugh like I did something wrong. GS: No, no! The technology is all new to us. We have new exciting technology for this year’s commentary.

[Mara talking to Audrey] MMG: There is an homage in this scene, a line of dialogue from a very famous science fiction show; “make the Troubles look like a square dance.” GS: Oh I remember you telling me what it was at the time …

MMG: Oh this scene [with the kids on the boat] was great as well. The name John-John [the school kid] came from a top ranked ASP surfer named John-John Florence, who is nothing like that kid but I just liked the name John-John. Am I going to get sued for that? GS: I don’t think so. Because you said they’re not alike. MMG: Yeah I just like the name. GS: This turned out really well too [the kids trapped in the boat as it starts to fill with water]. We were kind of nervous trying to picture how it was going to turn out. You know, when you write on the page ‘and suddenly the boat is being crushed by ropes’ you’re kind of wondering exactly how it’s going to work. [The teacher on screen; I am so fired] MMG: That was an ad lib right there.

[Dave justifying his daytime drinking; The sun’s past the yardarm] MMG: That is lifted from my friend Danna. She’s from Maine and she always says that; the sun’s past the yardarm. Which means the sun’s past the little thing that sticks out on the mast, so it’s five o’clock. GS: It’s five o’clock somewhere. And if I had visions like that, I’d be drinking too.

[Nathan and Audrey talking outside the bronco as she nurses her head where Mara hit her] GS: Where did they shoot this? This is right near Nicky’s, in Chester I think. MMG: Sure looks like it. But I think we’re trying to hide where … Oh yeah! We are trying to hide where it is because, I remember this was a production nightmare, it was supposed to be right outside of the lab because Audrey goes in talk to Charlotte at the end of this scene. This was a very tricky piece of production right here.p

[Audrey talking to Mara in the lab] MMG: This was an interesting scene because we really wanted Audrey, someone who’s been looking for her mother for her entire life, to connect with this woman somehow. But it was hard. GS: But it’s a nice setup, for everything that happens in our next season.

*gap in the commentary as they are both silent for a while* GS: Josh is like, please say something guys. Alright, you would think after doing four years of these we would be in some way better at them. MMG: You know what? You can hate yourself, but I refuse to live my life that way. I think we’ve been doing great at this. GS: I don’t think there are supposed to be these big stretches of dead air. My problem is I don’t watch the commentaries on other DVDs, even shows I love, just because doing that makes me feel like I’m being pulled out of it like the universe doesn’t really exist. But I should because then maybe I’d be better at these. MMG: Sometimes I just get sucked into the scene and I just start watching the show.

MMG: It is interesting to contemplate Charlotte as Audrey’s mother, and you start thinking; there is a vague, sort of passing resemblance there in an odd kind of way. GS: There is. The nose, and the eyes are similar.

MMG: I like the giant card catalogue in the back of this office [the Herald]. I always expect them to open it up and pull out a dewey decimal system card or something. GS: This was always one of my favourite sets. It seems the most Haven. And also the Gull but that was always such a nightmare to shoot in. [Duke, to Vince: If you know where an open thinny is, then you are going to tell me right now. Or I am going to beat you to death. With him.] GS: I really like that line. MMG: I got grief for that line. People felt Duke was being a bully or something. GS: Ah, they could take Duke down if they wanted to. They put up with him.

[The location with the boat full of school kids] MMG: That’s North West Cove, is it not? GS: I think it is. Up by the Grey Gull where all the lobster traps are. That had to be a terrible job [for the actors playing the school kids in the water-filled boat]. I’m sure that water was not super MMG: Oh yeah there were some tough local kids who just got drenched all day, I suspect.

[Charlotte explaining the merge-Audrey-with-Mara plan to Nathan] MMG: I like this scene. GS: Nathan’s like; WHAT? MMG: Look how great our show looks. No it really does. Maybe it’s this computer? I just think it looks great. GS: No, it does. It’s that grey rainy weather that’s so difficult to shoot in but looks great on screen. MMG: This is bad news for Nathan. GS: And I think what’s so surprising to him is that Audrey’s going along with it.

MMG: What’s with Audrey’s jacket with the American flag on the arm? Has she borrowed that? GS: Is that her cop jacket? No, I think that’s just a random jacket. MMG: This was very emotionally tricky bit [Audrey convincing Nathan to let Charlotte do the merge thing]. I’m now having total ‘PTSD’ on writing this episode becuase it was very, very challenging. Actually, Josh just looked at me, we could tell a funny story about Josh right now. My recollection is, I was struggling with the idea that Nathan’s motivation in an earlier draft was basically to let Audrey go. And that made it very hard to sort of keep him driving, and have these moments. But it was Josh’s suggestion, and it plays out in this scene, where he basically gives the ‘stay alive and I will find you and I will bring you back’ speech. Do I have that right Josh? Josh: Yep. GS: Nathan is nothing if not determined. MMG: And diligent. It’s called love, don’t hate it. GS: I could never hate love. If these two weren’t made for each other, who are.

MMG: Ah, the Cape Rouge. Which isn’t at the bottom of the ocean any more I don’t think. They floated it. GS: The actual boat, that we used for the exterior shots, sank. The hull finally rusted out and it hit the bottom. Fortunately where it was, the water wasn’t too deep so I don’t think the entire thing ever went entirely under.

MMG: That was a slightly confusing cut. We went from Duke in his boat, to the kids in the sinking boat - like woah Duke, there’s kids drowning in the bottom of your boat.

[Mara coming to talk to a chained up Duke in the hold of the Rouge] MMG: This was one of those scenes that comes out in a way that’s not exactly how you’d imagined. But I like it. GS: These two actually could have lived happily ever after too, in a different universe. MMG: For sure. We miss Mara. GS: She was a great character. You loved to hate her. MMG: I liked to write her. She was fun. GS: Yes, super fun to write. Characters who are a little darker or have more of an edge are always (for me at least) more fun to write. A little more complicated. That’s why Duke was always really fun to write. MMG: Yep

[Charlotte and Dwight’s conversation] GS: I thought Adam did a great job in this scene. MMG: Yeah. His last line’s good, because he’s very vulnerable.

GS: This was such a tricky episode, because we had to have our Trouble of the week, but I always felt that no one was caring about anything except what was going on with Charlotte and Mara and Audrey. MMG: This was a very difficult episode, and I’m now remembering. It was terrible. I remember we all squeezed into Adam Higg’s, what was that room in his apartment building. GS: Oh the conference room in his building. Why were we in there? Josh: The plumbing went out. GS: Oh that’s right. The plumbing went out here and one of our writer’s lived just up the block so we all went and took over his apartment building. MMG: Which had a giant fish tank. GS: And a really nice pool. Really nice apartment building.

[Nathan finding Gloria emptying the Gull of its alcohol] MMG: This was another scene that didn’t come out exactly as I had imagined it. But Jayne Eastwood is just a delight. I slow danced with Jayne at the wrap party. It was very, very fun, but I’m going to stop that story right there.

MMG: This was hard for Emily. God, there were so many vectors in this. Because she also had to be getting sick in this sequence too. That was tricky, she had a lot going on.

[As the Troubled guy is talking to his daughter trapped in the boat and telling her how much he loves her] MMG: I have three daughters, so I always like to write this kind of stuff. By that I don’t mean drowning them. But you get to use someone else as a mouthpiece to write little speeches to your kids.

MMG: Ah, the seaplane. This was going to be a boat, and then we changed it to a seaplane.

[As Charlotte is confirming to Audrey that merging with Mara will effectively mean she dies] MMG: Oh my god, there were so many tricky scenes in this episode. Explaining so much stuff. GS: I think Emily loved playing Mara. MMG: She did. She’s having a great time. And this is our goodbye to Mara, sadly. And these were Charlotte’s first little hints about “Dad” in this scene I think. Both actresses do a great job here. It’s tricky stuff here.

[As Duke and Nathan meet at the seaplane place] MMG: There’s a LOT going on between these two here GS: In one draft didn’t they take swings at each other here? MMG: I don’t know. That should have been stung with music right there, that Duke’s plan was to kill Mara. And there’s Duke once again being slightly noble; doesn’t want to explode in Haven, wants to go and explode in the void.

[As the wind starts blowing stuff over by Duke and Nathan] GS: I remember we had so many discussions about what this was going to look like. MMG: This didn’t come out exactly as we’d imagined either. We’d imagined that everything was going towards them, sort of like a singularity. But the wind seemed to be blowing in a variety of directions there. This is a great shot [looking down on Duke and Nathan] and this one [as we see Charlotte and Audrey kneeling, before the reveal that it is Audrey and not Mara]. That pile of clothing looks like it should be smoking, like Terminator.

[As Audrey and Nathan hug] GS: Aw, yey! Duke’s like; how come I’m not getting a hug? [As Charlotte tells Duke Mara turned the Trouble bomb off] GS: It’s a happy ending! But wait … can it really be a happy ending on Haven? [As we see Duke’s black eyes] GS: His eyes look good. MMG: Yep.

[As Vince and Dave find CROATOAN carved in the rock] GS: That is very neat handwriting, wow. MMG: I was just thinking that. So perfectly spaced. Ah that’s OK. [As they see the fog wall going up through the trees] GS: That’s a cool shot. MMG: Yep, I agree.

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justmysicklypride · 4 years

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pls, I ask for number 18 from the misc section sdofinsdf

Muzuki my darling <3 I went with a really unconventional plot for this idk why and my only regret is how much I had to shorten it so that it didn’t take up too much dash space lmAO hope you enjoy

(Pairing: Shizaya) (Warnings: murder, implied sexual content)

Bombs Away

In hindsight, Izaya supposed it really would be too easy if they’d just given him the target and told him to get on with it, but sometimes he’d like to think that maybe Shiki-san had a sense of humour. Somewhere in there, maybe, though even Izaya wasn’t entirely sure where the humour currently lies in this present situation.

“I still can’t believed they hired a babysitter for me,” Izaya lamented for the billionth time as he propped his chair on its two back legs, and watched as said ‘babysitter’ skillfully set up his sniper rifle against the window of the vacated apartment building they were in.

“Babysitter, my ass. Like hell if I have time to take care of some stupid brat and do my job at the same time,” Shizuo snapped at him, but his eye was focused on looking through the scope to line up the shot. Izaya heard him mutter underneath his breath, “I can’t believe they’re making me do this again.”

“Well okay then, Heiwajima-senpai,” Izaya said, almost sarcastically. “Then do pray tell why exactly we’re hiding out in an apartment and shooting someone in the head in broad daylight where the police could very obviously trace the flight path of the bullet back to us?”

“Shut up,” Shizuo said, readjusting the gloves on his hands and looking back into the scope. “It’s none of your business.” He brought his finger down to the trigger.

“Huh? I thought Heiwajima-senpai was meant to be mentoring me,” Izaya said, annoyed that he was being brushed off but amused all the same. His new senpai had a short temper and an incredible amount of strength, and somehow Izaya can’t tell whether they’ll actually get along or not.

“I am,” Shizuo replied, and for just one second Izaya almost admired just how calm Shizuo was as he fired with no hesitation.

A gunshot sounded through the air, and Izaya’s ears started ringing. Screams tore through the streets as people started frantically running and shouting for help. Shizuo didn’t even need to check whether he’d died or not. Apparently, it was a given.

“Lesson one - don’t ask unnecessary questions that could get yourself into trouble,” Shizuo finished, as he started to take off his gloves.

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One thing led to another, and just over a month later, Izaya found himself sitting next to Shizuo in some weird sushi place that had an affinity for Russian customs. Apparently it was a semi-popular place to eat at, regardless of time of day, and that they’d been around for quite a long time. He saw three high school students walk past them to sit in a booth, and Izaya briefly wondered what it would’ve been like if he grew up here instead of Shinjuku, if he and Shizuo would end up meeting each other under those circumstances as well.

They weren’t exactly friends per se, merely coworkers that just decided to grab lunch together. It was fine, Izaya supposed, but appreciated it all the same when Shizuo mentioned how he’d dared his friend to swallow an entire pot of the complementary wasabi once and they all ended up having to stay back an extra three hours to help the owners clean up all the throw-up that resulted from it.

(“You would think that he’d say no, given that his dad was a doctor and all, but sometimes he really is just as dumb as a sack of bricks.”)

///

Shizuo’s hands were warm wrapped around his. Izaya couldn’t help but look at the way their hands fit together, albeit the fact that Izaya was in turn holding the grip of a pistol and that they were meant to be doing practice rounds. He reluctantly drew his eyes away from their hands to look at the human shaped target in front of them, Shizuo’s instructions that had previously been drowned out by Izaya’s daydreaming slowly resurfacing.

“Were you even listening, Izaya-kun?” Shizuo said, and Izaya refrained from jolting in surprise when he felt more than heard Shizuo’s voice so close next to his ear.

“Ah- yeah,” Izaya stumbled. He cleared his throat.

“Okay, good,” Shizuo said, after a beat of silence. Slowly, Shizuo let go of Izaya’s hands. “Here, you try firing now.”

Izaya nodded absentmindedly, both of them putting their earmuffs on as Izaya pulled the safety switch, then the trigger; firing a shot that hit the target straight in the head, though it was a bit wonky so he fired again. At least his ears have gotten used to the sound. He fired a third round and missed the heart by a few centimetres.

“Your hands are shaking,” Shizuo commented, and Izaya grit his teeth.

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“I’ve never asked you why you decided to become a hitman, Shizuo-senpai,” Izaya said one day, crouched on the ground and squinting against the ray of sunlight that hit Shizuo’s dyed hair in a way that reflected something akin to a halo around him.

The target, or rather the corpse, that Izaya just stabbed to death laid motionless and propped against the wall of the alleyway, as Shizuo looked up from his phone and frowned.

“I guess I did it because the opportunity was there and I took it,” Shizuo shrugged, glancing down at the screen again. He was probably contacting the clean-up crew. “Why did you?”

He wondered if this man he just killed had a family, friends, or even someone who sees him often enough that his disappearance would actually make a dent in society, where him no longer existing would impact those around him in some sort of elaborate ripple effect that somehow even Izaya got tangled up in, even for just a small moment. Izaya laughed.

“Why does anyone do anything? If this is how we all end up in the end,” Izaya said, and Shizuo merely watched with a small frown.

He didn’t say anything to that.

///

“Are you proud of me, senpai?” Izaya asked, eagerly hopping into the passenger seat of the car that was parked in front of the Awakusu-kai headquarters. He waved the envelope in his hand towards Shizuo, the inside of which stacked full of cash from his latest job well done, and the phone in his pocket buzzed once, twice, with new lists and new names of people Izaya had to ‘take care of’.

Shizuo lit a cigarette and Izaya knew that his reasons for not lowering the window was partly because the last thing they needed was someone overhearing their conversation, but mostly just to piss Izaya off. At first, yeah, maybe it did annoy Izaya more than a little bit, but it’s been countless of months now since they first met and maybe Izaya had gotten just that little bit more used to the burning sensation that cigarette smoke always left on his nose. Shizuo started the car, and Izaya told him where to drop him off.

“Don’t ask stupid questions, flea,” Shizuo said, eventually. “You still can’t lift a sniper rifle on your own, and I doubt even your knife throwing skills can reach past two blocks in the span of three seconds.”

“That’s true,” Izaya hummed. Then, he turned to meet Shizuo’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “But I guess that’s what I have Shizu-chan for, huh?”

///

(Some more months later and Izaya found himself back in that car again. Only this time it was in the back seat, and Shizuo was on top of him, making him feel all these amazing sensations that Izaya couldn’t even begin to describe, and using nothing more than a mouth and a hand underneath his shirt, managed to undo any shred of uncertainty that Izaya might’ve had. He doesn’t think he’s ever been so sure in his life.

It was messy when they started, and it was messy when they finished, Izaya’s voice hoarse and Shizuo only barely having enough energy and willpower left to get up and start the engine, so that they could both go home and have a shower.)

///

Then, one day, “You should quit.”

Izaya hummed as he lowered his mug of tea away from his face, and he felt Shizuo loosen his arms that were around Izaya’s waist so he could put in on the coffee table in front of them.

“And why’s that, Shizu-chan?” Izaya asked. He felt Shizuo’s hand entwine with his and he turned to look up at him.

“It’s not good for you,” Shizuo said with a shrug. “And besides, I found out why you did it.”

Izaya tensed, looking away. “Yeah?” he said, and Shizuo’s thumb started rubbing circles on his hand so maybe he’ll loosen up. “Well, I kinda doubt you did, really-”

“You hate yourself, don’t you?” Shizuo asked- stated, bluntly. He didn’t know how to respond so Shizuo continued, “I thought as much. Killing people isn’t your thing, you’re only doing it because for some weirdly stupid reason, you feel the need to punish yourself by doing the things you hate the most as some equally dumb way of making up for it.”

A laugh. “I can’t believe you’re making me deal with this right now,” Izaya said.

“You have to, eventually,” Shizuo said.

“Yeah, well, I’m too sober for this. Especially right now,” Izaya said. A lame attempt at a joke.

“You don’t even drink,” Shizuo said. Of course he remembered. “Maybe I should start,” Izaya said. A challenge, but a half-hearted one.

“And defeat the entire purpose we’re even having this conversation in the first place?” Shizuo looked at him like he was stupid. He probably was. Hell, he probably looked stupid too, being called out like this. “Just think about it at least,” Shizuo said.

Izaya couldn’t word out a yes, his lack thereof conscience would probably kill him for it, so he simply nodded, closing his eyes as Shizuo smiled before leaning in to kiss him.

They pulled apart when Shizuo’s phone started beeping - naturally, a new job, and Shizuo stood up to get changed in their joint bedroom. Before he went upstairs, however, Izaya stopped him.

“Wait,” he said, chewing his lip. “If I really do stop… What will I do, then?” Shizuo looked at him thoughtfully, one leg perched on the next step up with no intention of rushing, despite another urgent beep of his phone.

Finally, he said, “I don’t know, but I mean, you like humans don’t you?” Shizuo said, like he was thinking out loud. “And you’re good at research.” Another beep, and Shizuo shrugged, “I heard they’re looking for a new informant.”

#muzuki chan #thing I wrote #I think I was a little over ambitious with this oops

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Ghost of the Past

Chapter 1

Wedgeherst was a quaint town; almost as quaint as the neighboring town, Postwick. The two routes that separated the two towns were also tame enough for a few people to live peacefully without being bothered by Pokemon, the regional professor was a prime example of that fact. A five year old Leon was too far gone in his own excitement to listen to his mother's exasperated demands. Sonia had told him that someone was moving into the empty house next door to her and her grandmother, the professor. It was a new person to get to know! A new kid to play with! Hopefully. The purple haired child found himself wondering if the new kid liked Pokemon; if they wanted to be a trainer as badly as he and Sonia did; if they had the same drive of learning about Pokemon that they did.

"Leon," his mother says with a sigh, pulling the five year old out of his childlike reverie of thoughts. The child looked up at his mother expectedly, his large, innocent eyes still brimmed with obvious excitement as his mother held his attention for the moment. "Please be on your best behavior for the Professor."

"Okay, Mum!" said Leon excitedly, an innocent grin on his face. His excitement was followed by a happy cry from the Charmander Leon had got a week prior for his birthday. "I'll see you later, Mum!"

"Be safe dear!" She called after her son as he ran out of the front door of the house, the small fire-lizard following his trainer. He had so much energy for a five-year-old, Amaya couldn't be any prouder. However, being pregnant with her second child; dealing with her first born's ever existing excitement and endless energy was exhausting for Amaya. Amaya could hear the faint 'I will!' from Leon as she began preparing lunch for Leon, Sonia, and the new child in the neighborhood.

Leon had met up with Sonia halfway to her house at the end of Route 2, she was just as excited as Leon was. To say the least, being the only two kids in the neighborhood was boring, so their excitement was justified. Sonia's Yamper was walking behind them with Charmander; excited, but nervous cries from the Pokemon could be heard as they made their way through the route.

"Grandma said that the neighbors are from a region called Kanto," said Sonia, her turquoise eyes shining with a certain curiosity about her new neighbor. "It's far, far away from here."

"Nevermind that, Sonia!" exclaimed Leon, who caused the ginger female and the Pokemon to jump slightly at the sudden loudness of his voice, as he was quiet up to that point. A quiet Leon was oftentimes a dangerous Leon. "Was there a kid there?"

"Yes, Leon," Sonia sighed with a shake of her head, clearly exasperated with her friend. She didn't understand her friend's thought process sometimes. "A kid around our age."

"Boy or girl?"

"Should it matter?"

"Not really," Leon answered as they approached the two houses at the end of Route 2.

Leon was familiar with the Magnolia household as he frequently visited it; the home always gave him a warm feeling, much like his own. The neighboring house, not so much. Despite the house being on the same path that led from Wedgehurst, it always gave the two children a sense of uneasiness as they passed by it each day; and it was to remain unknown to the children as to what caused that sense of dread and uneasiness. With the overgrown weeds, the trees that never seemed to have leaves, no matter the season; the two often speculated that the house was haunted and that it was filled to the brim with super rare ghost Pokemon. Another wild speculation that the two had come up with was that a homeless person lived in the house and eventually died in the house, causing the spirit to be bound to the house. However, the children’s imagination always ran rampant when they found themselves wondering about things they shouldn’t be thinking about. With their Pokemon by their sides, the two hopeful, but scared five year olds steeled their nerves and headed towards the now lived in house.

The Pokemon Moving Company Machoke dutifully did their job as they moved boxes from the moving truck and to the house. The two five year olds looked around for someone human, but not a soul was in sight, despite the door of the house being open.

"Hello?" Sonia called into the eerily silent house, her voice wavering slightly due to nervousness.

"Marionette, dear, can you see who's at the door?" came a tired female voice from further into the home. It obviously belonged to someone much older than Sonia and Leon, most likely Marionette's mother; whoever she was. Following the voice was the soft pitter pattering of sock covered feet against the wooden floor. Not a moment later, a girl with dark brown hair and matching eyes entered the living room, seemingly from the kitchen. She just looked at Sonia and Leon with a blank expression as a strange puppet-like Pokemon floated over her head. It wouldn't be until much later that week that the duo learned the curious puppet Pokemon was called Shuppet, a Pokemon native to the Hoenn region. "Marionette?"

A second round of soft pitter pattering of feet ensued as an older woman emerged from the staircase on the left of the three children. The woman looked just like the girl, Marionette. Dark brown hair; albeit with graying streaks, dark brown eyes that almost looked black and a fair complexion. "Oh, you must be the neighbor's granddaughter, she did mention she had a granddaughter."

"A-Ah, yes, that's me," Sonia said with a nervous chuckle as she avoided eye contact with the strange girl, her equally strange Pokemon and her mother. It wasn't like Sonia to be this nervous with strangers, Leon noted. "M-My name is Sonia, this is Leon. He lives a couple of towns over."

"I can introduce myself," Leon grumbled, but he still had a smile on his face as the strange girl named Marionette let a small smile peak through her blank expression.

"Go play with the neighbors, Marionette," the woman said as she smiled down at the girl, who nodded. Leon and Sonia took this as a sign to leave the mysterious house with its strange homeowner.

"So your name's Marionette?" Sonia asked as soon as the trio left the formerly abandoned home and began walking along the route. Marionette nodded at this as she looked at the scenery that surrounded her house. The surrounding scenery was certainly brighter compared to the gloominess of the house, that much was obvious. Upon closer inspection, Marionette was far paler than she let on when the duo first met her inside the house; it was like she didn't get an ounce of sunshine. "Is there a nickname you'd like us to call you?"

"What's a nickname?" asked Marionette, who looked confused and curious at the question.

"You don't know what a nickname is?" retorts Leon, who looked bewildered at the statement. Marionette shook her head at this.

"The kids in my hometown were named after colors," Marionette explains softly. It dawned on the two Galar born children that (in their childlike innocence, of course) they wanted to make this sad girl happy. "And my mother always called me by my full name."

"A nickname is a shortened version of your name!" Leon explained in a surprising burst of excitement. The burst caused a surprised squeak to escape Marionette and Sonia to yell at Leon for scaring the poor girl. He ignored Sonia's burst of anger and continued his explanation. "Like you can call me Lee!"

"But your name is already short as is?" Marionette countered questioningly with a tilt of her head. "Why shorten it by a letter?"

"It's a symbol of our friendship," Leon explained as they reached Wedgehurst. The town itself supplied all the traveling trainers needs; a Pokemon Center that held the item shop, the man that taught your Pokemon any forgotten moves, and of course, the ever loving Nurse Joy that looked the exact same in every location. There was also a boutique, of course; for those who enjoyed the change of pace of shopping for clothes.

"You want to be friends with me?" questioned Marionette as the trio made their way to the Pokemon Research Lab.

"Of course we do, silly," says Sonia with a bright smile on her round, childish face. "It'd be lonely to not have any friends, right Leon?"

"Right," says the male in question, who had begun thinking about something. He was quickly pulled out of his thoughts as an imaginary lightbulb went off above his head. "I know! How about we call you Mari? It'd be short for your really long name!"

"Mari, huh?" questioned the ginger female, twisting a short lock of hair in thought. She couldn't help but nod in agreement. "It's short and cute, I like it. I didn't think you could pull off something like a cute nickname, Leon."

"O-Oi, leave me alone, Sonia," Leon whined as a pout began to form on his five year old face. Though he knew Sonia was only poking fun at him, Leon would do the same thing to her in a heartbeat.

"I like it," Marionette softly says, blushing slightly as the two turned to face her, stopping in mid-conversation to smile at her. While the pale girl with the dancing ghost Pokemon didn't talk much, it was obvious that they would become quick friends.

The champion of Galar was deep in thought as a certain Dark-type Gym Leader aimlessly followed him in the streets of Hammerlocke. While Piers was glad to see his friend again, the rockstar hates getting lost, especially on one of his rare days off from gym work and recording.

"What's on your mind, mate?" Piers asks, adjusting his leather jacket. Piers might've looked stupid to a lot of people, but the rockstar slash gym leader (an extremely exhausted one at that) was far more perceptive than he let on. "And don't say it's nothing either, your lying abilities are just as shitty as your sense of direction."

"Just thinking about an old friend, is all," answers the champion honestly. Leon could barely remember his childhood after Hop was born, yet the memory he suddenly remembered was in such vivid detail; it was almost like he experienced it yesterday. "Speaking of an old friend, you'll be meeting her today, in fact. Don't worry about it, she's just as weird and creepy as you are."

"I'm not creepy nor am I weird," Piers snaps, a glare forming on his already intimidating face. However, he couldn't keep the glare with the honest grin crossing Leon's face; almost like Piers wasn’t the first person to tell him that. Not the shit eating one Leon usually donned when he was in trouble, but one that actually meant well. "This better not be a waste of my time. I've got better things to be doing."

"Yeah, yeah," Leon says sarcastically with a wave of his hand as he made a sudden stop, which almost causes Piers to bump into the purple haired man at full force if he didn't stop beforehand. "I think this is the right place."

"You think?" questions Piers as he looks at the front of the establishment. They spent the last ten minutes looking for a cafe that some strange girl works at or frequents often. The outside of the cafe itself was quaint enough, it had a few tables and chairs for outdoor lounging and Piers could only imagine what the inside looked like.

"You coming?" Leon asks, pulling the rockstar out his thoughts. The champion was holding the door for the pale male, which causes him to blush and enter the establishment. The inside was rustic with its warm browns, taupes, and creams filling the place. The place honestly reminded Piers of the buildings in Turffield.

"Lee!" came an excited female voice, which pulls the Dark type trainer out of his thoughts. Man, what was up with him and his thoughts today? The female voice seems to cause a strange Pokemon to jump into Leon's arms, causing the said male to laugh in amusement. Why does the Pokemon look like a creepy doll?

"Come on Banette, back to your mother," Leon says with a smile as the Pokemon let out an excited cry before returning to its trainer.

"Geez, I know you're excited to see him, but not in front of so many people, it's embarrassing," the same female voice said, scolding her Pokemon like an actual child. The talking female had long blond hair that was tucked into a black beanie, dark brown, almost black eyes, and extremely fair skin that put Piers' to shame. Almost immediately, Piers could tell that her hair wasn't naturally blond, due to the darker roots peeking out from under her beanie. "Anyways, I'm glad you got here at a decent time. You and your sense of direction is absolutely shit, Leon."

"Only ten minutes late. I think that's a new record," Sonia teases as she looks down at the time on her phone.

"Definitely a new record, I'll say," laughs Nessa as she sipped on her drink.

"I do not get lost," Leon counters with a grin as he leads Piers to sit with them. Not like the rockstar had a choice in the matter, anyways. Raihan, Nessa, and Sonia were all familiar to him, Leon included; so why was the faux blond female the only stranger to him? Piers would certainly remember someone with blond hair and such a unique Pokemon.

"Oh, Piers, this is Marionette," Raihan said as the said girl shyly waved at the rockstar before returning to her conversation with Nessa and Sonia.

"Not going to bother introducing me, eh?" Piers grumbles as he rests his chin on the palm of his hand, seemingly bored. He was ready to go home and be productive, not. Piers would have wasted his day away, sleeping, if Leon hadn't barged into his home in Spikemuth at 8:30 that morning.

"She already knows who you are, dumbass," Raihan sighs with a shake of his head.

"Not only is she a big fan of your music, but she also used to be a gym leader," Leon was the one to speak this time, causing Piers to look at him curiously, indicating for the champion to continue. "Stow-on-Side Gym to be exact. She retired a few months ago, though."

"Quit acting like I'm not here," Marionette retorts sarcastically as she turns in her chair to face the three men, who looked like deer caught in headlights. The three women giggled after sharing a knowing look. "I retired from being a gym leader because I wanted to pursue other things. Allister is doing a fine job running the gym, don't you think?"

"I didn't say anything, though," says Piers, a look of bewilderment on his face.

"You didn't have to," the faux blond female states with a small smile on her face. "Your face said it all. Ness, Sonia, would you like to join me for some shopping?" A string of 'hell yeah' and 'obviously,' choruses throughout the small group of females as they got up and waved at the men when they finally left the cafe after getting new drinks for the road.

"Is she always that cryptic?" Piers mutters as he watched the retreating figures of the three females through the window of the cafe, his head now laying on the table. They were a strange group of friends, Piers had to admit. Hell, if Leon and Raihan could befriend Piers, they could befriend someone as strange as Marionette.

"She's been like that since we were kids," Leon says, a frown on his usually bright face. "Marionette predicted the gender of Mum's baby when she was 3 months pregnant with Hop."

"Maybe she said it to fuck with your Mum?" Raihan counters with a nervous chuckle.

"We were five."

"Really?"

"Really," says Leon, sipping on the cup of overly sweet coffee that he had gotten when the two arrived. "There was no way she could've known that my mother was pregnant with Hop. She had just moved here from Kanto."

"She isn't from here?" Piers asks, as he had been quietly listening to the conversation between the two colored males. "But her accent."

"It's fake for the most part, yeah?" Raihan hums to himself, causing Leon to nod. "I wouldn't know, though. I only met her a couple of months ago."

"Where at?" Piers asks, humming slightly in interest. He didn't bother picking up his head, as he found himself comfortable.

"We met through Nessa, though," Raihan says with a matching hum. He has a distant look on his face, which looks odd on Raihan's usually cocky features. "Marionette said she participated in the Gym Challenge ten years ago. Which is strange, because I would remember seeing someone as unique as her."

#piers #pokemon piers #pokemon swsh #pokemon #piers x oc #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon oc

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