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arafilez · 2 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▰ ▰ ✶ WØRLD EPISØDE FIN: WILL ⪨

ㅤㅤ➛ ㅤiv.ㅤ ARRIBA 𒉽 kang yeosang❛ 𓇿

🥂̸̤ㅤㅤMDNI smut e2lㅤ ✸ㅤyou are sick and tired of this mission but you will do it, you will kill himㅤㅤ───ㅤㅤ w: weapon usage, blood, extreme injuries, sex ㅤㅤ»ㅤㅤ wc: 4.5kㅤㅤ𠈔ㅤㅤ moodboard

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“Oh for fuck’s sake send someone else,” you scream at your mission email and threw your head back in the chair. This is stupid, this is absolutely and horrifyingly stupid. You have done this mission two times now and failed.

And it frustrates you.

You have never failed any mission and this new one which you have tried two times in the last month has brought you nothing but failure. It also made you injure badly at your waistline which is still in its healing phase but at least you can run and combat now. But suddenly the same mission is handled to you again after four weeks of resting period.

Kill Agent ‘K.Ys’ from Ateez.

Just on the day you come back.

Terrific.

You stand up kicking the chair in rage as it slams into the wall behind you and walk towards your boss’s office. Knocking on the door, you don’t bother waiting for a ‘come in’ as you strut inside and slam the papers on his table.

Your boss doesn’t turn around and maintains a calm demeanour as if he is expecting you and it infuriates you more as he slowly turns around to see you.

“Well, I see you got your mission,” he grins and you roll your eyes visibly.

“Sir, I am obviously injured, I have failed the last two times I tried this, you should be sending someone better,” you reason calmly even though just a few seconds ago you slammed the door.

He chuckles and you shiver at the underlying sarcasm in it and you look at him as he stands up. “For an agent, you are obviously not very clever, are you y/n?”

“Sir, I don’t understand,” you stutter out getting nervous at his figure. His eyes search your face and you shiver lightly at the thoughts which you are aware he is plotting in his mind.

“You are our best agent for this, you have done it two times, so you can do it again. The third time is a charm, as they say,” his voice suddenly turns sweet and cheerful and your doubts increase at his sickly tone, why is he behaving like this?

You decide not to question and nod your head wordlessly working your way towards the door as your hand lingers over the knob.

He was just being nice, right? Even though he did say you are stupid and suddenly changed his sentence to something better.

You turn around murmuring a quiet, “I will not disappoint you, Sir,” and leave. He is definitely up to something. And that something includes you.

You wear your tactical suit and make sure the guns and the knives are in place along with the small loop earring that acts as a laser. You carry another gun too this time because you don’t know how your meeting will go with K.Ys this time.

K.Ys and you are known for your notorious encounters. Your past meetings have been rather interesting.

Apart from your missions to kill him you have seen him multiple times in your stakeouts. The known-for-his-words seducer, the model-faced seducer of Ateez. As an enemy agent it went way beyond your ethics how the girls just lay on his feet.

K.Ys, whose real name is still unknown to you, is a man who has a way with his words. The amount of times he had tried to rope you in with his sweet words, and seductive language and the equal number of times you had almost twisted a knife in his body. Like is he hot? Yes, maybe, probably, definitely! But lying on his feet for that? Absolutely not, where are people’s dignity nowadays?

“One more sentence from that mouth of yours and I will twist you to death,” you warned him.

“I would like to see you try, my love,” he spoke with an enamouring smile that you had half the mind to slap it off.

So when you were finally assigned to eliminate him a month ago you could have never been happier. Finally you will get to see him shut up that too under your mercy. Too bad, he was actually really hard to kill.

The first time you were finally assigned to kill him you had walked past the wired barriers and quietly entered the abandoned factory you were given information as the temporary base for Ateez K.Ys. You had backup waiting out for your signal and you entered the password for the door only to be hit with an ‘Access denied.’ Your brows furrowed in confusion and you tried it again but the same red light popped up. You racked your brain and spoke through your earpiece about the problem only for your boss to yell that you were the one wrong and he should have sent someone better.

Getting annoyed at his continuous comments you yanked off your earpiece, put it in your pocket and tried again. Same result!

“What are you looking for sweetheart?” his deep voice interrupted you as your hands hovered over the lock. You turn around swiftly push him to the door and hold a knife to the person’s throat and he merely chuckles. The dim light showed off his perfect features as you tried to scan his face and there he was, in all his glory, K.Ys of Ateez.

You internally cursed yourself for tugging over your earpiece but maintained a stern stance as you spoke up, “Well, you are a lot more tolerable when under my knife, Agent K.Ys.”

He merely chuckled at your sentence and paid no heed to the knife in front of his throat as he said, “What a pleasant surprise!” His demeanour had a dangerous edge to it and you felt him scanning your face with his eyes he spoke up again, “I assume you are here to kill me?”

“Yes,” you shrugged and took out your gun to eliminate him. This was easy, your boss was worried for nothing. You hold it at his head and just as you were about to pull the trigger K.Ys vanished. You gasped out visibly confused and before you could act someone came behind your back and slashed you with a knife. The warmth oozed your skin as you groaned and turning around you saw the same man now smirking. The superficial cut was in the back of your mind now, as you ran and punched him in the face as he held your fist easily.

“Drooling over a hologram sweety? That’s how handsome I am, aren’t I?” he whispered and twisted your arm as you groaned in pain sitting on your knees. You definitely should not have pulled off that earpiece.

You slid on the ground kicked his shin and picked up your gun from the ground. “Too cocky, aren’t we?” you smirked swirling your gun in your hand.

“Oh darling, you should not try to kill me,” his voice increased in his pitch of seduction and you rolled your eyes kicking his stomach again and he groaned from the contact. Chuckling at him you aimed your gun but before you could shoot something hit the back of your head and you blacked out.

The second time, you were in disguise. You had information about the club he was going to and used his seducing skills for information and you readied yourself for it. A red sleek dress with a thigh slit, red heels, red lips, and red highlights in your hair. You put on a face mask and wore the thigh chain which would work as the recorder, hid the gun in your dress and attached a katana inside your shoe.

You walk inside the club getting induced by the smell of alcohol and sweaty bodies. Emotionless, meaningless conversation filled your ear and made you wonder why you took up a job in this dimension.

Not wanting to dwell with your thoughts you made your way towards the back room and entered it. The first scene you saw made you roll your eyes as a girl ground on K.Ys as he whispered in her ears and she repeated it.

Suddenly his gaze fell on you and dark eyes glazed your body and you tried to discard the heavy feeling under his eyes checking you out. On the good side, your plan was up and working. You smiled through your face mask and he smirked back suddenly the person in front of him was of no use anymore as he made her get off his lap. You snickered to yourself as you saw her leaving without even one release and made your way towards him rocking your hips lightly.

“Oh babygirl, you found the right person for you,” he whispers as you straddle him and he circles his hand around your hips. His heated gaze made you light-headed as you scolded yourself and you’re hormones for it but you returned it back and slowly kissed the corner of his lips.

“Teasing me now?” he voiced out as another hand caressed your waistline and you pulled your hair to the side exposing your neck area. His eyes landed on your neck as he kissed your collarbones and made his way up. You pulled up your leg and circled it around his waist and the katana was almost out. You just have to push it inside him.

“So pretty,” he kisses your jawline and starts sucking on it as you moan out a little too loud for your acting but tighten your hands around the katana. You had to kill him.

Your eyes widened as you felt a dagger pierce your waistline making you limp against his figure. It is twisted in and a strangled cry left your throat as you fell. You looked up through hazed eyes and watched him leave before backup arrived.

Your mind fills with hatred towards him and the way you felt your weaknesses emerging and you decide that this time you will do it. You will kill K.Ys.

You walk inside the alley with the white cloak wrapped around your body and head to kill K.Ys for the third time. To say you are desperate to kill him is wrong. You are more than desperate. You are sick and tired of your boss treating you like a toy, sending you on the same mission and trashing you when you return unsuccessful.

This is stupid in more ways than one.

You look around subtly keeping a watch for him and clutch the gun at your hips. You have to do it, you have to kill him. And you have to get out without getting hurt.

Yeosang knew you were coming, all courtesy of Wooyoung and his twin’s hacking skills and he smirks to himself as soon as he hears Wooyoung through his ear-piece point out which one is you. He watches carefully as you go past him and shakes his head to himself. You are subtle, he will give you that. But he was able to notice your ministrations and continuous fidgeting.

He tilts his head to his side and walks towards the end of the alley and he is aware of the subtle footsteps behind him. He confidently goes towards the storeroom and doesn’t bother to look back.

You see him not turning as you pick up your pace and walk behind him. He opens the sliding door and slowly turn around and lock your eyes with him. Your hood is down as you take in his features slowly, the mint highlights below the black hair, his sharp nose bridge, a remarkable face and the sheer suit he was wearing.

And you run.

He only watches, one eyebrow-raising at you and you take your gun and click the trigger multiple times. Yeosang simply dodges the bullets and you run faster and enter the storeroom.

The door shuts behind you and your senses click. This was a trap and you walked right into it. Nevertheless, you clutch your gun and look around.

You click on your gun lightly and discard the cloak. Crouching below you hide yourself behind the numerous boxes and your feet silently trudge the ground.

“You are the pawn again, y/n?” you hear K.Ys’s voice boom through the factory and he somehow knew your name. You resist the urge to get up and get a look at him and shoot the bullet.

Yeosang clicks his tongue and continues, “But you are too pretty to be killed.”

Your blood boils at his words and before you can think with your mind, you get up and fire a bullet in his direction. He dodges it pretty easily and chuckles saying, “Don’t use up all your bullets, babygirl.”

You walk towards him as you say, “I will if it means you will be dead for good.”

“Full of spite now, aren’t we?” he smirks tilting his head and walking towards you. Your eyes travel down the muscles twitching under his sheer sleeves and your eyes wander on them a bit before you regain your posture and cock your gun at him.

“Oh darling, you may not want to kill me,” he says his voice turning sickly sweet and you let out a sarcastic laugh and say, “Keep repeating those sentences K.Ys and-“

“My name is Kang Yeosang, love, learn it,” and as soon as he says that you push him towards the boxes as some of them tumble behind and hold the gun to his head.

“The only difference between the last times you said those sentences is that you lived and today you will die, Kang Yeosang” you reply, your eyes glazing over the man at your gunpoint, a satisfied smile tinting your lips.

Yeosang tilts his head in amusement and swiftly yanks your hand on the gun towards him making you stumble over his figure for a millisecond and suddenly you are the one pinned to the boxes. You two keep fighting with good amounts of defence. You kick him on the knees making him groan after some seconds but he quickly gets up and pushes you to the nearest wall glaring at you.

You glare back at him and as if a switch goes on inside Yeosang he says, “Are you sure you aren’t here just to have a good time? Did your boss send the good girl to have a taste of my dick?”

“Shut the fuck up, I hate you,” you grit out pushing him but to no avail and he laughs looking at you, his deep laughter echoing through the storeroom. He pins your hand behind you stands up against the wall properly and hovers over your figure.

“And I hate the way you laugh so much at your useless teammates’ lame jokes, but we are not on complaining basis now, are we?” he challenges and your eyes scan his face. In all your six months of countless encounters of his arrogance and your stubbornness you might have realise that, in fact, he really is good looking.

“Playing hard to get won’t get you anywhere, darling,” he purrs and you whimper as your mind travels places. Blame Yeosang’s seductive words, or his deep voice, or you not being able to get a good fuck for years now your mind pauses to think. You feel yourself getting lightheaded at his words.

He is a seducer for god’s sake, of course, he is good, and you are here to kill him so get your priorities straight, your mind screams at you. A pathetic whine leaves your throat when you feel Yeosang lightly kissing the skin behind your ear, his hands hovering over your waist hovering a bit.

Fuck priorities, you scream internally and your reactions amuse Yeosang as he grips your hips tighter and you moan at him whispering right into your ear, “Just as I thought, you are all talk and no bite.”

You gasp loudly and open your eyes to see him. The well-lit storeroom accentuates his features as you see his dark, lust-filled eyes boring into yours. You take in his face that looks like a sculpture and you curse the Gods for making a man this beautiful.

“I hate you so much,” you breathe heavily and watch his eyes run all over your face before grinning, “That’s not new, tell me something I don’t know.”

“You can’t get information from me, Kang,” you glare at him and you see a shift in his eyes as it locks with yours, “Are you sure you want this?” You stare at him dumbfounded, you mind clouding at the thought of his hands being pressed to your body, his mouth leaving warm, open kisses and you a whine leaves your throat. “Fuck yes,” you say.

He smirks at your answer pressing his lips at the base of your jaw. You feel his nose brushing along as his soft lips imprint on your skin and you throw your head back to the wall. Your hormones are acting up too wildly for your own good.

“Yo-You are fucking insane,” you breathe out and he merely smirks saying, “You are the one falling apart when I have barely touched you princess.”

“I need you,” you whine pathetically, the thoughts of killing him at the back of your mind. You can kill him after he fucks you for all you care. You will think about your dignity some other time too. Right now you just need him inside you.

He sucks your neck harshly at your words, his teeth clashing on your skin making you cry at the contact. He pulls back shortly admiring his work and presses his lips to yours. You kiss him back and the kiss is everything but soft, tongues fighting for dominance, teeth clashing and you groan as you fill him manoeuvre you by clutching your head and pushing it closer to his.

A string of saliva interconnects you two as he leaves your lips and presses light kisses, unsure fingers hovering over the zipper of your body suit. His breathless features and messy hair send a rush down to your core making you grow impatient by every second.

“Yeosang just take it off,” you whine and he is quick to tear it off your body and drinks in your sight. He feels himself getting hard as he slides off your panties and inserts his digits pushing them in with no mercy.

A strangled cry leaves your throat at the sudden contact while Yeosang pushes his fingers inside scissoring you open. “Fuck princess, so wet, only for me isn’t it?”

Your malicious words dry at the back of your throat and you can only mewl, he smirks at your fucked out state saying, “You were talking big a moment ago, what happened now?”

A half-whine half-gasp leaves your throat at his words and he continues, “Boys here can’t fuck you like this can they, princess?”

“N-no they can’t, oh my god,” you gasp as Yeosang’s finger hits your G-spot repeatedly making you dizzy and you hear the slick sounds of your clit filling the room. Pressure builds up in your stomach and Yeosang can feel it too with the way you are clenching around him making him pull away,

A disappointed grunt leaves your lips and you mutter, “Asshole.”

“Keep talking like that and I will leave you here to fend for yourself.”

“You are so full of yourself.”

“And you are about to be full of me but you don’t see me complaining do you?”

You shut up soon and feel your mouth watering as he takes off his suit and you stare at the bulge in front of you. He smirks at your reaction pushing you back to the wall.

You cry loudly as he pushes his cock inside you and grip his shoulders and he gives you time to adjust. As soon as you nod he thrusts into you repeatedly broken whimpers falling from your lips. He groans himself but still takes his chance as he intakes your figure and says, “I wonder what your boss’s reaction will be after he knows his ‘best agent’ got fucked senseless by K.Ys.”

Your nerves heighten at his words, at the knowledge of your boss, at the fact that you are in fact supposed to be killing and you mewl a quiet “faster” to him as he pounds into you relentlessly. Your throat feels dry and you can’t even form a proper sentence as he abuses you hole, hitting in the right place every time.

“Come on princess, don’t be so quiet now. Show some gratitude for being fucked as you deserve and moan my name,” Yeosang hoarsely speaks up and you let out broken and loud moans at his words.

“That’s right, nobody can fuck you as I do, can they babygirl?” you scream at his words saying, “No, o-only you.”

“C-close,” you mumble at him, your senses at the peak of not getting your release earlier and he pushes himself in again saying, “Yeah? Well, I don’t know if I should let you come yet.”

“Shit, Yeo please,” you cry out at his words and a teasing smile lingers on his lips at the nickname and he whispers, “Okay love, cum, let go for me.” A loud moan of his name leaves your throat as you finally get to release and he thrusts himself through it coming soon in the condom after you.

You pant heavily your legs feeling like jelly and he pulls himself out and murmurs a small “I got you”. He holds your waists, makes you sit down and kneels in front of you carefully.

“What the hell are you doing to me Kang Yeosang?” you whisper as you see him cradle you, your head falling on his shoulders as he picks up your gun, katana and suit and keeps them beside you.

“You are supposed to kill me,” you whisper but Yeosang pays no heed to your words as he scans your body for any mark that would hurt. His eyes stop on your own, and you feel delusional as his soft brown ones hold your gaze. No way in hell is he now going all soft on you!

“Why do you always let your boss treat you like a pawn?” he whispers and you rest your head on his shoulders again. Your eyebrows furrow at his sentence and ask, “What do you mean?”

“You are like a suicide bomber to them, they send you to lure me and then try to kill both of us,” he says softly, one hand caressing your hair but suddenly you hold the hand and yank him away. You glare at him, the light constriction in your throat becoming worse every second. Just the time you thought he is being nice!

“Stop with the brainwashing, if you want to kill me do it now,” you grit your teeth, eyes seething with anger and he sighs handing you your earpiece. “Listen for yourself,” he says but you ignore him. You put on your suit hurriedly and he watches you as you put on the earpiece.

Your ears feel the familiarity of the machine as you are about to pick up your gun and suddenly your boss’s voice floats in your ear.

“She is dead already I think, easier for us, you know K.Ys is in there so kill him, go.”

You stop dead on your track and suddenly everything hits. Your boss’s weird change in behaviour, his fake smiles, him handing you this mission specifically. But how did Yeosang know?

“Yeosang, h-how did you know?” you look up at him and he watches you slowly pick up your hand, clutching the gun so tight he can almost see your knuckles whitening.

“I saw them attack you both times and we saved you the second time,” he speaks nonchalantly as if saving your enemy agent is the most normal thing ever. Your eyes float with confusion and thus Yeosang explains it in short.

Yeosang saw the figure behind you hitting your head and he quickly called for their fighting team. Before the person can even touch Yeosang, San jumps in and kills him. His eyes moved to you and Yeosang shrugged confused as to why your people were trying to kill you. Seonghwa quickly pulled him out of there but his eyes lingered on your figure but left you there.

The second time Yeosang looked up in horror when the same man who slashed your waistline pounded on him. Yeosang had skills and fought the man and soon was assisted and after they made sure he was dead he looked at you.

“They keep sending her as a pawn,” Seonghwa voiced his thoughts and Yeosang contemplated sometime before saying, “Should we bring her back to base?”

“Hongjoong is gonna kill you,” San whispered but looking at your unconscious face he sighed saying, “Fine, we will treat her and then leave her at her house with a sedative.”

Your house was pretty easy to find, all courtesy to the push-and-pull couple of Yunho and Wooyoung’s twin, as they treated you fast. Hongjoong seethed with anger but got defeated when Yeosang told him the plan. He has never seen Yeosang this worked up for anyone and even though it worried him, he knew he was treading another fire himself.

Yeosang, with the help of Mingi, had dropped you off at your house, with a perfectly clean bandage and with one last lingering look your way they had gone away.

“Is that why I was at the doorstep of my house?” you ask him softly and he nods unable to meet your eyes and you exhale. You were a pawn to them, a person they would happily kill for their sake. You, their best agent, were just prey to lure the predators.

“I might have hated your guts when we met a few months ago, but I don’t let anyone get treated like a pawn, and besides, you are not a bad person,“ he says, his mind hovering over his outburst at seeing you injured. He was very close to killing everyone who tried to kill you.

“Can I join you guys, take revenge here and go back to the A-dimension?” your sudden question makes Yeosang look up at you. He didn’t question why you were here in the first place but nodded.

“You still have to meet Hongjoong though,” he trails off unsure as he steps in front of you. A mixture of his cologne and sweat hits your nose and you sigh contently. You could get used to this. You could get used to him.

“I think he will like me considering how good I am at combat,” you smile lightly looking at his face and he shrugs, a light laugh falling from his lips as you continue, “And considering his seducer actually fell for one woman.”

“That’s a lie,” he scoffs but can’t resist it when you press your lips against his encasing him in a soft kiss. He kisses you back, his hands caressing your cheeks and you smile making him smile too.

You pull back staring at his eyes, deep in affection, and say, “Right, because you wait for consent and kiss the informants like this after too?”

“Shut up,” he groans and you laugh at his shy demeanour.

Holding his hands you say, “Call your fighting team, I want to show these Z-dimension bitches what their ‘pawn’ can do.”

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houseoftulips · 2 years

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Living With… ~ Ushijima Wakatoshi

Fem reader and ushijima in a relationship (age over 21)

Synopsis ~ here are just things it would be like living with our stoic Miracle Boy. God, I love him so much just look at this picture of him!!

Content warning ~ just a smole bit of booby and thigh loving but that’s it, just fluff, fluff, fluff

First of all, waking up next to him seeing his bed head will immediately be the highlight of your day and him seeing you will be his highlight as well. He’ll pull you in closer with giggles falling from your smile just to snuggle for a bit. Sometimes on weekends you guys fall back asleep in each other’s arms.

He actually likes being the small spoon with his arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried between your boobs. Every once in a while he’ll add an occasional love bite as you run your fingers through his olive green hair. He’d even force you on your back so he could lay on your stomach or between your thighs.

“Babe?” you softly call to him.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You’re not uncomfortable?” you asked as you run your fingers through his scalp.

“No,” he mumbles as he kissed your inner thigh, “These are my favorite pillows.”

You guys would actually spend your rare free time in bed with him laying between your things as you both binge watch your favorite anime shows.

You love Ushijima with all your being but this man can be a little blunt with you when it comes to cleaning. He’s not necessarily a clean freak but there are ways to keep things tidy and up to his standards that aren’t hard to keep up with. (his words)

Cleaning is something he’s always kept up with since high school so he doesn’t get overwhelmed with trash, laundry, or anything of the sort when he comes home from practice or away games. Especially since he’s lived mostly alone when he wasn’t at the dorms of Shiratorizawa.

He put you on his cute little cleaning schedule he has for the week with him. Sundays mornings are for laundry and groceries, Tuesdays are for cleaning the bed sheets and towels, and Fridays are for cleaning the bathroom and kitchen. At first you were a little baffled by such a schedule because you didn’t put yourself on one.

“Honey… You don’t think it’s too much to go by that all the time?” you asked as you watched him dig under the kitchen sink to find his cleaning supplies for the bathroom.

“No? Why would I?” he asks out of curiosity as tall ass rises from the floor and hovers over you like a god damn cyclopes.

“We’ll because I’ve never done a schedule like this before. It’s so much work,” you laughed as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “We could be cuddling right now…”

A deep chuckle slips from his lips as he kissed your forehead. “I may have caught onto that a while ago but if feels strenuous to you I’ll give you a massage for completing such a task,” he smiled softly with a small hint of sarcasm.

Kisses on your forehead was something you learned that he loves doing. Yes, he can’t ever get enough of your sweet kisses on your lips but with the height gap between you two, it feels more sensual on his side, but you’re obviously not complaining. It’s also his way of comforting you and himself. He wraps his arms around your shoulders as he drowns your forehead in soft kisses and mumbles sentences consisting of “how was your day?” or “What do you need from me, baby?” or a simple, “I love you.”

He’s not too much of a cook, that’s more your thing. But that doesn’t stop him from learning or helping you out because he hates not doing something for you. He’s actually really good at cutting veggies to whatever desired size you’re looking for along with accurately measuring the ingredients. It’s also a perfect way for him to spend time with you since he’s not always home.

He has a thing for sweets but since he can’t eat too much of it because of volleyball, you make enough to last more than a week between the both of you. It’s one of his favorite reasons for coming home all happy is smelling the sweetness of whatever baked goodies you’ve made. It really makes him feel at home with you especially after coming home from away games.

Away games was something you guys fought over in the beginning when you moved in together. Before it was different because…well you weren’t living together so you were used to not being around him as it was. But as soon as you found your apartment and moved in, you guys were together all the time.

He knew that you were just missing him when you guys fought so he never let it get to him and always made sure to let you know that he’s listening to you. He was able to read you like a book most of the time and he knew how to put two and two together rather fast. So after those fights, he promised to be even more communicative than he already was to help ease the hurt you felt when he was gone. He also went out of his way to get you to come with him and his team to games out of the country. He genuinely thought it was absurd to leave you for months at a time so he took you much to your dismay.

“‘Tosh, I understand that you have to leave so don’t feel obligated to take me with you,” you said to him as you cooked dinner together.

He then looked at you like you shot him in the heart with a shotgun and a rifle at the same time. He was completely baffled at the fact you would say something like that because everything he’s done for you and will continue doing so is never out of obligation. “Why would you say such a thing,” he asked, “Its not out of obligation, you’re my girlfriend. You’re practically my wife at this point so don’t think I see you as any less than that,” he huffs as he continues to mince the mushrooms.

You smiled softly and didn’t bother to continue the conversation because deep down inside you were happy that he took you with him to those games but you wouldn’t have survived months of being apart. “You’re more than the best… I hope you know that,” you said to him.

He turns toward you to cup your cheeks as he kisses your forehead with his stoic smile. “I’ll always know that, baby,” he says as he wraps his arms around you.

And it’s true, living with him has taught you that he knows that you love him and he loves you. There were days where the both of you would sit down for a cup of coffee in the morning and just talk.

In high school, he wasn’t much of a talker but when he met you, he changed that. While he’s a bit straightforward, he makes sure he does it in a way where he doesn’t come off as an ass or as a way to start a fight. He’s obviously a lot more open to you than he is to his teammates so he actually likes to come home and rant to you about how stupid his team can be.

Baths with you are also something that’s comforting for him. It’s provided a quiet place for him as he just leans back and watches you read your book as you sit against his chest. Every once in a while, he’ll kiss your bare shoulder go let you he’s thanking you for the quality time you’re providing for him. There are even days where he’s beat to a pulp so you wash his body for him as you sit on his lap. His forehead leans against your chest as you wash his back and shoulders with his arms wrapped around your waist. You give him sweet and soft praises for making it through the long and grueling day to which he’s thankful for.

He’s so thankful for you…

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graceyappsalot · 2 months

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“Whoops?”

~best friend to lovers troupe 😍, no set gender 🫶🏻, Percy Jackson x reader, mentions of blood and an accident cut, swearing and two stupid idiots who obviously like each other.~. !!!NOT PROOF READ!!!

“Come on, Y/N, you have to actually try.” Percy spat out. “I am trying, this is just so boring and I don’t see a point in this.” You said while lunging forward at Percy with your sword in hand. “One day you could be in serious trouble, and… I don’t know if I’ll always be here to save you.” Percy mumbled out that last part but you still heard. Understanding why he now had been begging you to practice swordsmanship with him. “Oh..Well you can’t get rid of me so easily.” You exclaimed trying to lighten up the mood. Percy didn’t quite like that and sent a little sassy side eye your way. You laughed at your sassy best friend.

You look away for a split second but still going towards Percy as you two continue to fight with your swords. You watch as Grover falls off a boat into the lake. “OMG Percy look at- shit!” While you were distracted with laughing your ass of at Grover being stupid, Percy hadn’t taken notice of how distracted you were and accidentally caused you to fall over a boulder/rock. “Omg shit Y/N, are you okay?” He giggled out. “Are you seriously laughing right now.” Percy went over and helped you up looking for any clear injuries. “ you can’t blame me the way you fell is hilarious.” His eyes went wide. “What..why are you look at me like- Woah okay yup that’s a problem.” You say as you take notice of the sword embedded into your leg.”

“Hey guys! Uh hey Y/N you know you have a sword in your leg right?” Anna Beth stated walking into the mess you two created. “Oh my gosh, no I had no clue thanks annabeth.” You said with obvious sarcasm. The pain was finally starting to set in as you saw the blood fall from your leg. “Hey guys I’m feeling a little dizzy maybe I should go to the infirmary.” You tried taking a step forward and then……..It all went black

You wake up in the infirmary with Percy next to you sitting and Annabeth spewing questions at him “How did this even happen? You know what actually I don’t wanna know.” Percy laughed “Well actually this stupid ass wasn’t looking, well I mean technically it was my fault but like..?” You cough trying to make your presence known in the room “ I got a little distracted but, it’s technically groovers fault because he made me get distracted by falling into the lake.” Everybody started laughing. Luke walks in. “How did you even manage to get a sword stuck in your leg. You two idiots got me in trouble because I’m supposed to be in charge of keeping everyone safe.” Luke spat out obviously upset with you and Percy. “Whoops..?” You and Percy said simultaneously.

Everybody but Percy had left your room. “I’m sorry for laughing, I was actually super worried for you.” He said while avoiding eye contact. “It’s okay, I would have laughed at me too.” You grab his hand in hopes of him making eye contact. “I’m okay. I promise.” Percy looks up finally gazing into your eyes. You can tell how worried he had been. “Annabeth told me I should tell you this secret I’ve been keeping but, I don’t know how you will react.” You sit up yearning to know this so called secret “Tell me, you can trust me Percy, you’re my best friend.” That last sentence didn’t seem to make Percy so happy. “That’s the problem Y/N. I don’t wanna be your best friend anymore.” Taken back you removed your hand from his.

“Oh..” Percy shot up with worried eyes. “No, no, no that’s not what I meant.” “ what I meant was, I really like you, in a not friend way. I have for awhile..” you lunge at him and wrap your arms around him. “You stupid idiot. I’ve liked you since you first got here at camp.” You say.

Okay I don’t know how to end this so 😭😭😭 yeah that’s it. I tried to make this as good as possible but I’ll eventually make it better 🫶🏻🫶🏻

#percy jackson x yn #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #annabeth chase #luke castellan #grover pjo #fanfic #walker scobell #walker scobell x reader #Spotify

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cybertroniannugget · 7 months

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Binder-break

Trans reader isn't wearing their binder, which Optimus notices. This confuses him and he asks some questions.

About this fic:

ftm reader, sfw, OP is a respectful icon as always, mention of chest-binding

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The Prime gazes over to you, rather intrigued by the sudden change in your physique he noticed.

Of course you notice that and cross your arms over your chest, flustered but also feeling quite uncomfortable in this situation.

"Stop staring, please?", you managed to get out.

Optimus hadn't noticed that he had a fixed look on you and shifted his gaze.

"I apologize. I could not help but notice your chest."

"I know I'm not wearing a binder, no need to stare like that."

This sentence has the Prime bewildered. What could that statement mean?

"I apologize for asking, but what is a binder?", he asked, emphasizing on the last word.

Your eyes widen for a moment, before sheepishly looking to the side, away from the Prime's bright blue optics, which were fixed on you again.

"To make it simple, it's a tight piece of clothing worn to flatten your chest. I'm not wearing it right now, so my chest isn't flat obviously."

Optimus notices that you appear to be tense so he tries to convey his interest and that his intention are not of any harm, in hopes of making you feel more at ease.

"That sounds quite interesting. If I may ask, why are you not wearing it at the moment, if doing so makes you uncomfortable?"

You look back at the Prime, seeing his optics glowing attentively.

"Well... Like I said, it's tight. Wearing it too often or for too long can actually be harmful. And also, it's really warm today and I knew that if I wore it, I would simply die from the heat."

That alarmed Optimus, who didn't catch the sarcasm in your voice.

"Wearing the binder is dangerous?"

His voice filled with concern, he puts a servo on the railing infront of him. "Are there any other solutions that do not have the potential to cause you harm?"

Flustered by the Prime's sudden concern, you smiled awkwardly.

"It's only temporary. I make sure not too strain my body, don't worry. A better solution would be a mastectomy, but that has to wait unfortunately."

You grew more shy as the Prime continues looking at you.

"The struggle of being transgender haha.", you add nervously, trying to conceal your growing nervosity.

Optimus blinks, taking in the information he has gathered and smiles warmly.

Upon seeing this you could swear you felt your heart flutter in that moment.

You rarely see Optimus relaxed, not to mention smile.

Did you ever see him smile before? Why was he smiling at you? But he did look beautiful doing so...

Your thoughts racing, you couldn't manage to get anything out. Now blushing you clear your throat, the attempt of saying something still unsuccessful.

In an effort to appear more confident, you place your arms on your hips..This has you feeling dysphoric though, so you end up crossing them over your chest again.

"I would like to learn more about your circumstances, if you allow. This conversation has garnered my interest."

And now he wants to know more about you?

This unfortunately attractive 8 meter tall robot from outer space?! I mean, you weren't complaining, it just caught you by surprise.

"Eh, sure. If you've got the time at hand I can tell you more."

Optimus nods in response. "Would you like to be in a more private environment for this? This appears to be a personal topic of discussion."

Now wth could he mean by that?!

You look around the place. There weren't many people. Actually just Ratchet and Ironhide, who were bickering about something.

You snicker, watching the scene unfold, then you look back at the Prime before you and nod. "Sure, where do you wanna go?"

"I suggest we go for a drive."

You feel the blood rushing to your cheeks at that statement.

You would be sitting in Optimus' cabin...?!

"Uhh, like right now?"

You gain another nod from the bot before you.

"Okay sure why not?"

You make your way down from the platform, while Optimus transformed into his altmode.

"Fuck...", you mumble under your breath, hoping the semi didn't hear it.

The driver's door opens as you approach the vehicle. Hesitant, you get in and gently close it.

Right as you sat down a voice comes from the radio, startling you. "Geez...", you whisper as Optimus advises you to use the seatbelt. As much as you love that deep voice, that definitely caught you off guard.

The Peterbilt rumbles as the engine starts and Optimus starts moving.

You two leave the base in silence, and your was certain the Prime could hear your heart rate going like 120.

There was so much you wanted to say right now but where should you start?

Luckily Optimus took over, asking a question.

"Did you choose your current designation on your own? I assume here on earth it is also the parents that name their offspring at birth"

You nod, then realizing that Optimus probably can't see it so you turn to speak.

"Yes, I chose a different name from the one I was given. And I do not intend on disclosing that information."

You then recognized that the way you said that could come off as rude. "It's just that my deadname, that's what it's called, is something I'd like to leave in the past. You know? Like a fresh start."

"I understand.", the deep voice from the radio responds. But not in annoyance or boredom. No, he really appears to be interested, focused even.

"This matter is something entirely new to me, so I do not know what questions are suitable to ask."

You felt your body relax, now knowing that Optimus was actually interested.

The Prime just didn't know where to start asking.

You thought it was kinda cute actually.

"Well, then I guess I just start and we'll see where this is gonna go. Feel free to ask when there's something you don't understand or want me to elaborate on."

You lean back into the seat, feeling at ease now. "Buckle up Prime, this is gonna be a loooong ride."

A low chuckle came from the radio, and you felt your cheeks becoming red again, but still you continued.

#optimus x reader #optimus prime x reader #transformers x reader #trans reader #chest binding

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oxydiane · 1 year

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Dare

‘I’m getting really sick of this.’

Sirius doesn’t think James has ever looked this annoyed. He was accustomed to his expression reserved for Slytherins or Filch’s particularly nasty detentions, but the way his face twists at the moment makes Sirius second guess any previous knowledge he had of James Potter.

‘What are you talking about, mate?’ He asks, raising an eyebrow.

‘You know exactly what I’m talking about! This’ he vaguely points to Sirius, who is laying on Remus’ bed, nose smushed against Remus’ pillow. ‘Is getting out of hand.’

‘Ah, cut me some slack.’ Sirius whines, sitting up and hugging the pillow to his stomach.

‘I’m done cutting you shit, I physically cannot take this anymore.’ James bites back ruffling his hair with both hands. Oh, that wasn’t his usual calculated mess, this was serious.

‘Watch that, you’re gonna mess up the hairstyle you spend forty-five minutes on this morning.’ Sirius tries humouring him.

‘I don’t care.’ Yup. It was serious.

‘Come on, Prongs, leave me alone. What do you even want me to do?’

James’ face is getting red. ‘What do I want you to do? You know exactly what I want you to do.’

‘And I have already told you, you might as well have gone completely mental.’

‘Why can’t you–’

‘Because I can’t just tell him! Are you insane?’

‘Yeah, yeah, insane, mental, completely hysterical, we have gone over this a million times and you still haven’t given me one single good reason why you won’t just tell him.’

‘Because I don’t fancy getting rejected.’ Sirius replies simply,

If possible, James’ face colours even more. ‘You’ll make me pop a bloody blood vessel! Why on Earth would you get rejected?’

‘Because Moony doesn’t fancy me… Not like I fancy him.’ Sirius looks away, knowing that if he locked eyes with James he would see right through his disinterested facade. His throat had dried up a bit with that last sentence.

Of course, James does not need to look at him to see right through him.

They both stay silent and Sirius can hear James take a couple of deep breaths and run both hands through his hair once more, exasperatedly.

‘Alright.’ He says finally.

‘Really?’ Sirius perks up. ‘You’re leaving this alone?’

‘Sure.’ James slips both hands into his pockets. ‘But I guess that if you are not going to ask Moony out, somebody else ought to.’

Sirius blinks. ‘Excuse me?’

‘That’s right. Since you are obviously too chicken, maybe I will ask him out and give him a fine evening. No, scratch that maybe, I am doing it.’

Sirius searches for any hint of sarcasm or amusement in his voice but doesn’t find any. James is deadly serious.

‘You wouldn’t dare.’

‘Yeah? Watch me, Black.’

@wolfstarmicrofic

#soo writes #harry potter #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #prongsfoot #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #marauders #marauders era #sirius is pining hard #microfic #ficlet #moonchaser #the holy trinity

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ador3him · 2 years

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CONGRATS FOR THE 150, you totally deserve it

could you do “i’ve waited a thousand hours to tell you exactly how i feel, but you don’t deserve an explanation.” with quackity? that would be super cool

pairing: Quackity x gn!reader

warning: swearing, mad quackity hehehe

requested? yes by @quackitys-axe

word count: 787

a/n: I HOPE THIS IS OKAYEYEYYYEYSYEY idrk if i like it LOLLLL (5/10 for my 150 event wooo!!) seen at 5:06PM AEST (6 hrs ago) I AM TIRED GOING TO BED OTHER REQUESTS TMRRRRR WOOO

“Flight 201 flying to LA is now on its last boarding call at terminal 8. Flight 201 flying to LA is now on its last boarding call at terminal 8,” the muffled PA sound echoes through the airport as y/n basically sprints to terminal 8 dragging a carry-on suitcase behind them. The scene would’ve looked like something out of a movie if they were alone but behind them was Karl and Foolish tripping over their feet and their suitcases multiple times. So, they look like a bunch of idiot-tourist lost in a North Carolina airport.

“Here, we are so sorry we are late,” y/n gasps out handing the flight attendant their boarding pass, she purses her ruby red lips casting judgement over them three. y/n rolls their eyes ‘what more could she have wanted? Us to bow down before her majesty for fuck sakes’. She hands back their boarding passes and lets them in.

Karl follows their suit but Foolish gets held back for a second. The flight attendant leans over the desk and twirls a piece of his hair that is hanging in front of his face. “Sorry, your hair is just gorgeous,” she giggles leaning her head in the palm of her hand laughing a bit more. “Thanks, I get it a lot,” Foolish smiles widely, obviously uncomfortable. “Would you like to get a free upgrade to First Class? I think there is one seat left, its closer to where I am,” she winks at the last bit of her sentence and goes to search the computer. “Babe everything okay?” y/n asks wrapping an arm around his waist leaning into him. He looks down at them gratefully, “I think so, am I able to board Miss?” he asks the flight attendant. Her jaw is now clenched, and an annoyed look is plastered onto her face. “Yes, have a good flight,” she grits out shoving Foolishs’ boarding pass into his hands ushering them both into the airplane with Karl in front of them.

“Thank you,” Foolish says to y/n once they sit, they find out that the flight attendant is a main one on the flight and keep the act up of the loving couple. “No problems,” y/n flashes him a smile. “Nervous about meeting Mr Alex Quackity?” he nudges y/n with his elbow a little smirking. “Shut up no, we have been dating for like 4 months why would I be nervous to meet him for the first time ever?” y/n replies sarcasm dripping from their voice. Foolish laughs along with Karl who had been eavesdropping the conversation.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you look out your window you will see the beautiful Los Angeles, California. The temperature is 29C at the moment and will get to a low of 23C this afternoon. I hope you had a good flight and thank you for choosing us as your airline of choice, please stay seated as we drive into the gate, once the seat belt sign is not lit up feel free to get your luggage from the overhead lockers and depart,” the pilot speaks through another muffled speaker.

“Oh my god, Karl do you see him right there? I am going to faint, Foolish hold me I will faint.” y/n squeals excited like a kid on their birthday. “Good timing,” Foolish whispers motioning to the flight attendant behind them. Foolish interlocks their hands and walks with them up to Quackity. His smile beams as they approach him, Karl and him hug first then Karl moves revealing Foolish and y/n- Quackity’s y/n- holding hands and whispering to each other. “What the fuck?” Quackity’s voice startles the two. They look at him confused. “You are still holding hands and whispering! y/n I am your boyfriend why are you cuddling up to Foolish? I’ve waited a thousand hours to tell you exactly how I feel, but you don’t deserve an explanation,” he yells even louder, by now y/n and Foolish’s hands are no longer together, and protests are spilling from both of their mouths. “There was this flight attendant that wouldn’t leave Foolish alone and I just was helping him,” “Yes! And we saw her again as we left the plane so I grabbed their hand because I am so tired and can’t turn down this girl, she is so bad at flirting,” “Very bad”

Quackity moves forward and holds y/n face in his hands. “Promise you aren’t fucking with me?” his voice low and soft. “I promise you Quackity,” they wrap their arms around the back of his neck. His head dips slightly barely connecting their lips together, merely grazing them against one another. y/n leans in the rest of the way pressing their lips against one other.

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cursedcola · 2 years

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hello!! can i please request a relationship hcs with silver + reader (gn)? thank you!!

A/N: Sure! Here are a few fluffy and mildly-angsty headcannons for our precious sleeping beauty. I hope you like it!

Warning: Spoilers for Silver's background!

Silver is a gentle soul. He is a good at active listening, and very observant of his surroundings. His overall goal is to become strong; however, his father raised him to believe kindness and peace are strengths in their own right.

Because of this, Silver is a very patient and considerate lover. Not a day goes by where he does not wish his partner good morning and good night. He cherishes his time and loved ones, so he goes out of his way to see them at least once a day.

He is a slow-burn at first. With his main social circle stemming from childhood, Silver does not have any experience with romance. He is not entirely oblivious. He recognizes that how he feels towards his 'friend' is special and unlike his other peers. However, Silver needs plenty of time to adjust. The pining phase is like a 200k slow-burn fanfiction, with his father being the target audience. Lilia knows his son like a book, and unfortunately (for Silver) does like to meddle.

His partner definetly receives a talk from Lilia when the relationship goes beyond puppy-love. It's nothing threatening, because the man trusts his son's judgement. Silver also would not choose to be with someone his father did not like. The talk is still serious, and is about how you are Silver's first human family. The one he will likely grow old with, laugh with, share burdens, and perhaps be bound to (if you are into that. Lilia would also love some g-babies but no pressure). Silver will cherish you for his entire life, and knowing that you will do the same is a giant weight off of his father's heart. Lilia may drip with sarcasm ninety-percent of the time, but entrusting his son's heart to you is not joke.

When in love, Silver becomes more emotive. Your relationship brings him closer to Malleus since his lord often asks about it. Genuine curiosity from his liege turns into investment, and Malleus senses how much more cheerful Silver becomes when speaking of you. The way his lips curve when your name passes through them, or how he asks his animal friends to pick wildflowers for you.

What seals the deal for Malleus is that Silver will no longer fret if he disappears, because he believes you are watching over his master. There is still Sebeck on his tail, yet on occasion Silver will encourage Malleus' late-night walks so that he can join in.

Oh yeah. You need the Sebeck seal of approval. Believe it or not, that is a necessity (just praise waka-sama and it'll work out)

Silver wants to train you in the sword-arts, and encourages forces you to join the equestrian club as well. When you became his lover, your status moved on to par with Malleus (I know, crazy).

Here's the thing though. Malleus is all-powerful. You play with twigs in the backyard, and pretend to water bend the rain. Obviously, there is a different kind of anxiety in his gut. You need to learn to fight and ride horse-back, or living in Briar Valley is a death sentence.

He enjoys using your lap as a pillow. His 'curse,' isn't so bad in this scenario...

Uses old-fashioned nicknames. He borrowed a few romance novels from the library back when figuring out his feelings. Get ready to quake when the words, " Good Morning, my love," become the first thing you hear every day

Yes. Yes, he knows what he is doing. He's inexperienced, not daft

Silver...does not have a last name. He's considered taking 'Vanrouge,' but it hasn't felt entirely right. When in love, he finds himself fitting your last name in his title.

Sir Silver _____, Knight of Draconia. Son of Count Vanrouge. General of Briar Valley.

Definetly has a nice ring to it, yeah?

#twisted wonderland riddle x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst silver #twisted wonderland silver #silver x reader #twst silver x reader #diasmonia

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selenitesdawn · 2 years

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Silenced (pt.4)

pairing : max mayfield x reader

warnings : angst, curse words, slight mention of abuse

summary : max and y/n have been best friends for years, although they are quite the opposite from one another when it comes to communicating. y/n has always had the habit of talking a lot. which usually has never been a problem for max. but sometimes all it takes is the wrong moment.

words : 1.3k

notes : this was a request <3

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Friday

Being lonely certainly wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling to Max Mayfield. Growing up in an abusive household, having an addict as a mother and being the witness of your own brother’s death were the type of things that don’t just pass you by. They shape you as a person and force you to change your behavior in certain ways. Most of that in order to just get through your every day life. And even if things in Max‘s life got even worse after moving from California to Hawkins, there was one positive aspect in between all the bad.

Since knowing y/n l/n, Max had no longer felt lonely. Back home Max had one good friend but besides that she had always felt like an outcast after her family situation changed. No one was there to turn to when she had something heavy on her chest. But since y/n entered her life, things changed drastically. Even if they were nowhere near, Max knew that she could always count on them.

When things got bad at home again, y/n was there to cheer her up. They would listen to every thing she had to say and they would hold her as long as she needed to. When Billie died, y/n was the only person that could comfort Max. Not only that, but they were the only person that she would let near her at all. When everything in Max’s life began to feel uncertain, there was still one thing that she could be certain of. That y/n would never leave her alone. Ever.

That was at least until now. Today was the first time in years that Max felt lonely again. Wandering through the hallways of school like a lost puppy, it took everything inside of her not to break down. Besides the fact that Max herself thought that she didn’t have the right to cry about it in the first place, she mastered the art of hiding her feelings over the last couple of years and she wouldn’t want to break her streak.

Y/n always made her soft somehow, giving her the chance to cry it all out. And although she usually despised crying, being inside y/n’s arms, feeling as safe as she did, somehow it had felt okay to cry. But y/n was nowhere near and they wouldn’t be until Max found a way to fix things.

“Hey Max!”, a familiar voice greeted from behind her as she had just left the building.

As she turned around she saw Lucas running up to her. Already unamused by the thought of a social interaction, Max turned her face forward again.

“What do you want Lucas?”, she asked annoyed as he caught up to her. The redhead just tried to keep on walking, signaling him that she was not in the mood to talk.

Lucas didn’t catch the hint though and jogged in front of her. Stopping in his tracks, he forced Max to stop with him.

“I was wondering if you’d like to come to my game this evening!”, he asked excitedly, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes, of course Lucas! I’m obviously in a really good mood so why wouldn’t I want to watch a bunch of men pass around a ball? It would probably change my miserable life for the better!”, Max answered overly excited.

Lucas excitement dropped as soon as the first sentence left her mouth.

“That’s sarcasm isn’t it?”, Lucas said in a disappointed tone.

“I’m busy Lucas, thank you.”, she replied quickly, trying to get past him.

Lucas had been worrying about Max since the beginning of this week, especially since she started walking around school without y/n by her side. Everyone had noticed a change of things, but no one really dared to ask Max about it. Especially after she ditched Dustin as fast as she did when he had asked. But Lucas was sick of playing pretend like the rest of the party, so he stepped in front of her yet again.

“Does this have something to do with the y/n situation? You know you can talk to me Max. I’m right here.”, he commented softly, trying to make Max talk to him.

“I’m good, thank you.”, Max almost spit out.

“I know y/n can be a little too much sometimes but if they said something insensitive they probably didn’t mean it Max. Out of all people-“, Lucas tried to explain before getting interrupted by an angered Max.

“Stop Lucas, you don’t know shit!”, she shouted angrily.

Before continuing to scream at him, her mind went blank for a second. The last time she acted purely out of emotion, it went completely backwards. Some part of her knew that Lucas just meant well. He was worrying about her and how is he supposed to know what was going when Max gave him nothing but a silent treatment? The rest of the party didn’t know y/n like she did. Lucas just wanted to help.

Looking at Lucas shocked expression, Max took a deep breath and collected herself.

“I’m sorry. Y/n did not say anything remotely insensitive at all. I was the one who acted foolish, hurting y/n because I didn’t know how to deal with my anger otherwise. And now I’m doing it again by screaming at you… I almost sound like my step-father.”, Max articulated calmly, mumbling the last part.

Lucas’ face softened again, his posture relaxing as Max finished her sentence. He knew that Max wasn’t a hugger, so instead he put his hand on her shoulder and gave her a smile.

“But see? It looks like you’ve learned your lesson Max. The only thing the past is good for is to learn from mistakes and you obviously did that!”, Lucas explained. “Besides, since you like y/n, I guess it’s just harder to deal with so many emotions at once.”

Max’s eyes shot up at Lucas, unsure of what she had just heard.

“What?”, Max replied nervously.

“Come on Max, I see the way you look at them. I always did.”, Lucas commented like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Plus, and don’t take this the wrong way, but you have your habit of pushing people away that you love”

The redhead still didn’t believe what she was hearing while a red taint had already started covering her face. Her hands became sweaty as her heart beat faster and faster. Not aware of her current condition, she just starred at Lucas in Disbelief.

“Max ? You look like you’re gonna faint.”, the boy in front of her said nervously.

“I- I’m- I’m good. But I really need to go Lucas, see you around.”, Max managed to stutter out.

Turning around with a sudden movement, Max rushed towards the bus stop. As her thoughts became more loudly by the minute, she put her headphones on and sat down on a bench, trying to catch some air. Lucas’ words were stuck in her head for the rest of the day.

Saturday

The weather was crushing over the past two days. It was hot outside but not the good kind. More like the stuffy kind. It was the type of weather that left y/n with nothing to do besides laying in bed with an ice pack on their forehead. Shortly before dehydrating, they would remember to take a sip from the bottle Max had gifted them for their last friendship anniversary. Y/n had the habit of forgetting to drink over the day, so Max always had to remind them.

“Y/n, have you been drinking enough today?”, Max asked worriedly as she turned y/n’s face towards hers.

Y/n was laying on their back half-asleep, their head in Max’s lap. Almost unable to open their eyes, they just nodded without thinking too much about it. As they tried to turn their face back to the movie that’s been on, Max stopped them.

“I’m going to get you some water, stay here.”, she insisted, carefully lifting y/n’s head up before making her way to the fridge.

As y/n was slowly drifting to sleep again, they felt a cold sensation on their neck. Content about the refreshing feeling, they snuggled into the blanket underneath them and sighed happily. But just a second after, the cold sensation was gone.

“Uh uh y/n, you’re gonna have to drink at least two sips from this before you sleep baby.”, Max commanded as she took the bottle that’s been resting on y/n’s neck back to herself again.

Opening one eye only, y/n still managed to glare at Max who just gave them a smug smile.

“Fine.”

Daydreaming through all the good memories with Max, y/n had to remind their self that things didn’t look good for their friendship at the moment. The past days were hell on earth for them, as y/n distanced themselves from literally everyone they cared about. Now and then they wondered if Max’s apology was truthful, if she meant what she said. Other times they were sure that it was just wishful thinking. For both of them.

A/N : wanted to get this out of there before the final part, bc 1. i don’t want to rush things and 2. i don’t want to make you guys wait any longer. sunday is approaching 🧚🏼‍♂️ (i tried to proof-read this but it’s literally 34 celsius outside so my brain is mushed. bare with me😫)

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#stranger things reader insert #stranger things x reader #max mayfield imagine #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield x you #maxine mayfield

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secret-time-is-here · 5 months

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I wanted to get something out for Our Covers Lie (aka The lonely and the one) by the end of the year, but I have zero time (I leave home tomorrow to go be gay with a long distance friend for new years yippe) so enjoy what little I could get done.

Context: first, this is a draft (the actual thing will be much better) and second this is to help practice Error and Cross's dynamic for OCL. So not canon in anyway, and all important points in this will be made again in the actual series. Also for those who are new, OCL au is heavy focus on religion and Error is a god and Cross is an assassin trained to kill him, because all good romances are enemies to lovers obviously (sarcasm).

Concept: Soulmate AU: First sentence your soulmate says to you is written on your wrist.

The kingdom rests, only steps drifting through the halls, yet none of the night guard hears Error. Carefully, he traverses the trims of the castle, tails swaying as his talons catch on the painted brick.

For years, he was alone, the little company he kept was happenstance at best. Despite Nightmare’s gentle reminders and open arms, it wasn’t his place, wasn’t right, wasn’t tradition. How pathetic of a God he is to home under another.

He went about his duties. AUs were killed when needed, Reapertale stayed watched, Nightmare and his rag tag bunch were in check, Ink kept away. Then the cycle broke, Ink returned and things were falling to ruin.

Nightmare had began looking for him, had it already been a months since he last visited? Reapertale stayed the same, but his mind itched to make sure. AUs were holding on by threads he had no control over and slipping into the hands of Ink.

Get Ink in check again. Fix the Aus. Check on Reapertale. Apologize to Nightmare.

The bright casual is wonderfully dim in the night. Few lights interrupt the sleeping town, but only one is out of place. Light glows from one of the towers of the palace.

#undertale #error sans #tlato #the lonely and the one #our covers lie #ocl #utmv #utmv fanfic #utmv fanfiction #undertale au #undertale fanfiction

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rockingrobin69 · 7 months

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get to know me tag game

Thanks @littlewinnow for tagging me!

Three Ships: drarry, obviously; lamen, most ardently; victurri, although I don't really participate in fandom.

First Ship: oof, I don't remember! I can tell you that the first fic I ever wrote was about Seamus. His mum wanted him to become a Death Eater, I think?? It was mostly teenage angst, as I was, well, a teenager, and - yeah.

Last Song: Fresh Feeling, Eels. guess I need all the good vibes.

Last Movie: we watched Indiana Jones 5 because I'm a huge phoebe waller-bridge fan!

Currently Reading: Very invested in @unleashed-fest, although my severely-shot attention span isn't allowing very fast progress. What I read so far was BRILLIANT.

Last Thing I Wrote: *whispering* a fic for unleashed! Also I'm doing flufftober, a short, soft thing for every day so far (and SO impressed with myself for STILL going at it). Here's a link if anyone's interested!

Currently Writing: god, I, er. There are so many wips. My main goal is to get back to my WHUMPY fic, imperfection, but that might take a while.

Are you named after anyone? nope. I will say that one of my names means grace or beauty, and my mum was very worried about naming me that because she was scared of - irony, I guess. (I'm not very graceful. 😂)

Favorite Subject in School: probably English literature, although I carried on with biology in the end.

Do you have kids? No. I'm at an age where everyone's asking about it, and I still don't have an answer!

When was the last time you cried? not a very good crier. Still learning to be a bit more gracious with myself.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? hmm. I don't think I do. Also, and it's very sad, but I cannot fib to save my life - every time I try I start laughing uncontrollably. People know I'm full of it by the time I crack a grin. For example, I got through three sentences about the 'wolf fish' I'd seen in the med sea before losing my breath laughing.

What sports do you play/have played? none? I love hiking, walking, swimming, dunno if that counts as 'playing'. I did do a bit of gymnastics? Could do the splits till I was about 14. Now, I can barely move, haha.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? their mood.

Any special talents? I'm very good at certain board games, does that count? Also at making up things - backstories, animals, (bad, bad) jokes, songs. Story-teller, what can I say.

Where were you born? not where I grew up 🙃

What are your hobbies? reading, writing, hiking, animal spotting, pointing at randomly delightful things all around me, noticing the world, etc.

How tall are you? I'm 5'5 or 165 cm

Dream Job: ooh. Maybe running a b&b with my partner by a large body of water (or a small one, I'm not picky), writing in the backroom or something. He's got the hospitality experience, and I've got - patience. And I love talking to people!

no idea who did this already but waving at @phoebe-delia, @basicallyahedgehog, @crazybutgood and @getawayfox.

#Robin answers #tag games

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landinrris · 1 month

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Tagged by @pitmewithyourbeststop ❤️❤️

15 questions 15 friends

Are you named after anyone? Not that I'm aware of. My middle name, Elizabeth, is one that half my cousins share though.

When was the last you cried? Earlier this week when I was finishing up my rewatch of Ted Lasso. The end of that final match always gets me 😩

Do you have kids? lmao no. I have two fur babies who might as well be children though.

What sports do you play/have you played? I used to play volleyball when I really young, and I was in color guard spinning flags for four years in high school nearly ten years ago, but that's it.

Do you use sarcasm? It may or may not have gotten me in trouble at work before...

What is the first thing you notice about people? Probably their hair, which seems odd to say. Especially for someone who barely ever styles hers.

What is your eye color? So black I've never seen my pupils

Scary movies or happy endings? I agree with Jess' response saying they're not mutually exclusive, but I don't like scary movies and I do like happy endings, so I'll say happy endings.

Any talents? Writing sentences that are four lines long.

Where were you born? South Florida, or as I like to refer to it, the geographic South but the cultural North

What are your hobbies? Apart from the obviousness of writing way too much, I love film photography. I'm also an art kid at heart who loves drawing even though I don't do it nearly enough.

Do you have any pets? I have two cats who live with me, Birdie and Charlie 🫶

How tall are you? Around 5'6" last I checked.

Favorite subject at school? In grade school, it was probably English or Art. In college and beyond, it's been Psychology classes that focus on cognitive psychology/neuroscience.

Dream job? Doing psych research without having to actually come up with the research questions (and then not get paid the pennies that jobs like this actually garner) 😔

Tagging @jolandax13 @phebess @opfire @ehcahache @f1-birb @radiocheck @thejasminechronicles @papayabrain @osaka-lilac @8xlewis and anyone else who wants to do this!

#Always love answering some fun questions. thanks jess! 🫶#about me

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secret-diary-of-an-fa · 10 months

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A Long, Unnecessary Love Letter to Comic Books

I’ve gotten way the fuck into comics lately, ranging from weird titles from publishers I’m pretty sure are defunct (Solar, Man of the Atom follows the ongoing adventures of an energy being whose origin story includes accidentally destroying his own timeline) to unsettling little horror tales (Gaiman’s Likely Stories disturbed me to the point of feeling physically ill once or twice) to big, bombastic superhero fair (just give me anything with Batman). It’s particularly this last category that I want to focus on, because it was while reading the 2018-onwards run of Justice League that I realised why I’ve been getting so into comics at the moment. They’re currently filling the niche that film used to fill.

You see, folks, I have a little problem when I go and see most films nowadays. The problem is very simple. While I still enjoy movies, that enjoyment is somewhat marred by the fact that NINETY PERCENT OF THE TIME I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING TO HAPPEN! I’m a progressive chap- I’m a commie, a sometime-advocate for fat acceptance (obvs) and I’m viscerally disgusted every time I hear about some fresh injustice perpetrated against non-white ethnic groups by the racist-as-shit American legal system. I’d never call myself a feminist, but I accept that feminism has a point in terms of its broad complaints and aims (I part company from both rad and third wave on a fair number of specifics, but that’s probably just because of my nine foot musical penis). And yet, as most of you already know from my previous spates of bitching and moaning, media wokeness winds me up. It’s not just that it’s obviously insincere and designed to curry favour with an imaginary demographic of humourless wankers- it’s that it also hobbles any story’s ability to surprise or engage meaningfully with its own fictional universe. Give me a list of characters and tell me nothing about them besides skin colour, age and gender, and I’ll tell you who’s going to live, who’s going to die, who’ll be permitted a redemption arc, and who’ll turn out to be a ‘twist’ villain (and I use the term ‘twist’ with heavy-duty sarcasm marks). It’s cloying, constrictive and a death sentence for any kind of creativity. It’s gotten so bad that, whenever a movie does manage to pleasantly surprise me, I have to fight back tears of fucking gratitude. Progressive values are all well and good- I actively subscribe to them myself every time I go out and assassinate a member of the fucking Tory party- but modern movies and telly don’t operate from a place of deeply-held progressive values (or any values). The mainstream media’s ‘wokeness’ is just a tired list of boring tropes that cowardly, talentless screenwriters cling to lest creating something original engender cancellation.

And so, we come to comic books (and on comic books, if they have General Zod in them. Kneel before Zod? I certainly fucking will!). I was about type the words ‘even mainstream comic books are great’ but then I started laughing like the Joker watching a snuff movie, because that would have been an idiotic sentence. You see, while Superhero comics are ‘mainstream’ in the sense that they’re the thing people most associate with the medium, they still have a relatively tiny readership. In fact, I suspect that requiring their audience to know how to read is the main barrier to entry nowadays- it seems like something of a lost art.

The point is that I’ve been reading the ‘Justice/Doom War’ arc in Justice League and I’ve noticed something about it. It has a huge, diverse cast of characters from different ethnic and socioeconomic backgrounds, different genders and different belief systems and walks of life… and not even one of them is an insufferable twat defined only by their relative privilege or oppression! To give you an example, Green Lantern John Stewart is a heroic space cop who happens to be black, but the plot never grinds to a halt so he can give us a lecture on race dynamics in modern America. He’s too busy using constructs of solid light to smash the ever-loving crap out of pan-dimensional cosmic monsters. When the plot does slow down to give him time to breathe, we learn more about his conflicted yet complementary history as both a soldier and an architect than we do about his skin colour. I mean, it’s not like it never comes up- the DC universe has some ties to reality and characters do occasionally find themselves on the receiving end of racism, but if it’s not relevant to what’s happening, the story doesn’t bend over backwards to include it. Conversely, Batman is a rich white dude, but the story never feels the need to ‘hold him accountable’. His main arc at the moment is about learning to be a good father figure to a sentient, telepathic starfish who wants to be the next Robin (yeah… the 2018 run is gloriously fucking weird). Hey! Here’s another example! On the surface, Hawkgirl is the epitome of the ‘strong female character’ beloved by modern media: a ferocious, take-no-shit warrior woman with countless lifetimes of carefully-honed experience. But she’s not some bloody sexless, characterless archetype designed as a flag for empowerment rather than a person: she’s a fully-developed character. She has complex internal motivations; she has romantic feelings for Martian Manhunter; she experiences grief and loss and is changed by them; she makes mistakes that she then has to triumph over. She doesn’t get to win just because she’s the first person on hand with a clitoris- she actually has to work and go through a character arc. Surprising and sometimes unpleasant things happen to her, making her a sympathetic and interesting character who I actually want to see triumph.

I could go on… and on… and on… and on… pretty much forever. I could probably write an entire essay just on how Lex Luthor uses his wealth for selfish ends even while purporting to represent a higher cause while Batman embodies an idealised version of how those with power and money should use it for the greater good. I could talk about how Superman is both effectively an immigrant and the most endearingly Rockwellian slice of walking Americana one can imagine. I could write fucking books on what the character of Perpetua says about the modern world’s complex relationship with faith and fanaticism and where the line is drawn.

But the real point is that I don’t know what’s going to happen next! Character who would never be allowed to triumph under their own power in movies succeed. Characters who would never be allowed to fail in movies get broken by horrible events and circumstances. Arcs are never what I expect them to be about, but always make sense when I look back and consider what I know about the character’s personality. It’s wonderfully refreshing in a way we just don’t get to see much nowadays… and I started to wonder why comics are so much better than everything else going on at the moment.

I was recently reading an Editorial in Metal Hurlant (basically the French 2000AD- a comic anthology of sci-fi and horror tales published on a monthly basis). The top brass were bemoaning the niche-ness of the comic book medium, asserting that comics should be promoted in bookstores and literary circles; that there should be a widespread push for them to reach a readership and audience that traditionally don’t engage with pulp culture (my term, not theirs). And what I realised is that this would be a terrible, terrible idea- because the main reason comics are so good is because they’re niche; their small; their disposable. Consider, if you will, the mainstream film industry. A big part of the reason that it mainly produces hot garbage is that it’s too big to take risks. Hollywood (for want of a better catch-all term) has spent its entire life-cycle pursuing larger and larger audiences so it can fund more and more epic blockbusters with bigger names and bigger, bolder FX. It’s a cycle of abuse in which each new generation of films has to outperform the generation before it. Meanwhile, because the audiences have to be so vast, the people making the flicks don’t think of those audiences as individual people with specific interests and ideas and a desire to be challenged and entertained. They think of them, instead, as demographic swathes; undifferentiated and united by broad, base commonalities that each project has to play to. But people aren’t demographics and the movie industry is currently getting a royal drubbing for its decades of ever-increasing contempt-of-the-viwer. Disney in particular is haemorrhaging money because it thought it would be a good idea to make Star Wars and Indiana Jones films and telly shows for a generic set of imagined demographics instead of people who actually like those franchises and are interested in the themes and ideas that go with them. As much as watching Disney fail gives me the warm fuzzies, I have to ask: who in their right mind would wish this fate on comics?

You see, folks, comics do sell plenty of copies- more than enough to justify the fairly modest expense of printing the darned things) but the overall audience for any one title is less than half the audience for any given major film release (I did some research and applied some maths that I won’t bore you with, but the absolute top selling comic books of recent years sold under a quarter million copies overall while an average film from any of the major studios sells around half a million cinema tickets in the US alone- and then there are the DVD and streaming sales on top of that. Notice how the latter number is more than double the former number. Regrettably, data on both films and comics is jealously guarded by vested interests, so I apologise for how ballpark those figures are, mind). Meanwhile the total audience of comics in general is much narrower in certain key respects. Perhaps the most obvious point is this: pretty much everyone who reads comic books is a comic book fan, whereas not everyone who goes to the cinema is a cinephile. But what does that actually mean? Well, for one, it means that comic book readers and writers are more of community- they tend to trust one another more; leaps can be taken that would be considered too chancy when dealing with ‘demographics’. At the same time, however, the writers’ connection to the fans means they have a better sense of when something is going to alienate large sections of their audience or piss people off (something film-makers have proved either bad at or wilfully blind to lately). The result is stories that know what bold ideas they can pursue while also knowing where to draw the line.

I think another reason comics are currently kicking the film industry’s pallid white buttocks in terms of creative merit is that they’re real cheap. Paper on ink is much easier to organise and send forth into the world than a vast audiovisual experience containing hundreds of actors, countless FX and goodness-knows-how-many extras, all put together by an enormous team of people who often never get to meet one another. If I wanted, I could probably write, draw and distribute a limited run of say, fifty comics, for the price of a Payday Loan. I wouldn’t, because it’s not where my talent lies, but the point I’m trying to make is this: companies and distributors are more willing to do interesting things when there’s only pocket change on the line compared to when there’s millions or billions of dollars. It’s why we get comics like Serial Artist (about a dude who claims his paintings are of his murder victims and becomes the centre of a vast government conspiracy) and W0rldtr33 (an ongoing slice of weirdness in which the internet comes to life and starts murdering people). It’s why something comparatively mainstream like Justice League can have an arc about Batman parenting a starfish and why the whole thing becomes Dark Nights: Metal and Death Metal for awhile (the Metal comics are end-of-the-world stuff inspired by- obvs- heavy metal albums… and they’re fucking great). It’s why stuff like Metal Hurlant and 2000AD is given a chance to find readers. So do comics need to be bigger and more widely accepted? Fuck no! The fringe is always where interesting stuff happens and aiming for mainstream acceptability is, it seems to me, a massive trap. The allure of more money and better social status is like one of the bug-zapper lights that draws in the moths and then fries their brains.

But what the fuck is the point of all this rambling? Comics are good- and thank goodness, since a lot of shit isn’t at the moment. There, I got it all down to once sentence, so what was the point of the rest? Well, I suppose there’s a lesson to be learned here. I’m a writer finally starting my career; finally putting work out into the public domain with a real publisher. No, I don’t do comics: I do sci-fi and fantasy books. But the lesson’s still applicable and it’s this: it’s a lot better to be good than popular and sometimes- just sometimes- you really do have to pick between the two.

#Secret Diary of a Fat Admirer #comic books #comics #graphic novels #Justice League #Metal Hurlant #Dark Nights: Metal

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writebackatya · 1 year

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“I Think We’re Alone Now!” WIP preview #2

So last night I posted a preview of this WIP I’m working on. Today I figured, why not post another? It’s my work! And I want people to know that I am working on stuff

Anyway, in case you didn’t see the other post: this story will be a one-shot that takes place during the third season of DuckTales when Gandra worked at F.O.W.L. and asks the question, what if Gandra and Fenton’s relationship was found out by a member of F.O.W.L.?

Believe it or not, I did like what I saw what we got of Fendra. Obviously I would have loved to seen more, but they’re supporting characters and Disney only gave the crew three measly seasons. Anyway here’s the first scene of the one shot. Enjoy:

“Where am I? Well I’m certainly not there.”

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera was not at the lab nor was he at his m’ma’s house. Currently he was in a location that, for all he knew, only he and Gandra Dee were aware of: Gandra Dee’s apartment.

And currently he was on the phone, pacing to somehow improve his improvisational skills, or at least that’s what Gandra Dee gathered while she watched in amusement as her boyfriend walk in circles, careful to not step on any of the papers they had filed around the floor.

“…Yes I realize that’s not really an adequate answer, Dr. Gearloose…Well…I’m…”

Fenton looked over to Gandra for help.

Clearly the situation at hand was nowhere near as dire to the hen as it was for Fenton. For Gandra’s response was a simple shrug as she smirked and looked down at herself and then back to the duck.

“I-I-I-I’m with a friend!” Fenton answered. “Yep! I’m with a friend!” He repeated locking in his final answer to Gyro.

Gandra silently gave Fenton a thumbs up in approval for his answer that wasn’t really a lie, but not a full truth.

“Am I busy at the moment?”

Gandra rolled her eyes as she folded her arms in disbelief and sat against the couch, resisting the urge to say anything, let alone something sarcastic.

“Well as a matter of fact. I am-we are. We are busy. At the moment.”

Gandra rested her elbows on her legs and her head in her palms. She then extended her hand towards Fenton as an invitation to hand her his phone, which she knew was not gonna happen.

Fenton glanced over to Gandra’s palm. And then he looked over to the smirk on her face. Needless to say, the duck was a bit confused. That was until a spark of electricity came out of the hen’s palm.

“Well Manny is still with you, right?! He should be able to assist you!”

Knowing her boyfriend’s phone conversation was near its end, Gandra continued resting her head in both of her palms as she watched Fenton finish up.

“Okay, good! Well best of luck to both of you! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Fenton sighed in relief as he put his phone away.

“So what happened,” Gandra Dee asked from the couch, “did your office chair get clogged again?”

“No.” Fenton answered, still exhausted from the phone call he just had, and his girlfriend’s sarcasm was not helping. He settled himself down as next to Gandra as another sigh of relief released from his mouth. “Dr. Gearloose is adding some modifications for B.O.Y.D.”

“Hard to believe that someone like him has a kid.” Gandra rested her head against Fenton. “Is B.O.Y.D.’s bedroom in that storage closet or do you have to share space with him in the bathroom. Sorry, office.” Obviously that slip-up at the end of Gandra’s sentence was intentional, Fenton knew that.

“No, he lives with Dr. Gearloose.”

“Ah. Anyway, great save. I’m with a friend!” Gandra repeated with her best Fenton impression. “I’m glad you see me as a friend.”

“You know what I meant.” Fenton scoffed as he kissed her head. “Lying is not my strongest suit.”

“Well you’re a pro at telling half-truths. We are indeed busy at the moment.” Gandra smiled as an exhausted sigh left her beak. “At least we were.”

Which was the truth. The two have been working on a project that was Gandra Dee’s brainchild which was still in development and yet to be named. She looked down at the papers sprawled across the floor. Gandra blew up her bangs in frustration.

“Well at least we won’t have to worry about any more interruptions” Fenton assured Gandra.

“Not unless your boyfriend calls you again.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“You’re trip to Tokoyolk together tells me otherwise. It’s okay, I’m fine with sharing. We can alternate on Monday through Friday but I call the weekends cause he sees you everyday during the weekdays.”

Fenton said nothing as he looked back to Gandra. She had a rather smug smirk on her face, clearly she was rather pleased with her sarcastic remark. But her eyes look tired.

She needed a break.

He needed a break.

Fenton looked at the time, it was almost seven. Fortunately, he knew m’ma was not expecting him home any time soon, for he had already told he’d be out late working. M’ma Cabrera wished him a goodnight in case they didn’t see each other that evening, she then told him to make sure that he gets himself dinner. Normally they’d have theirs around five.

“Wanna order some Chinese?” Fenton said as he pulled out his phone.

“You know, for some reason I now have a craving for some lo mein..” Gandra answered as she sat up and started gathering their sprawled-out work. “I think we’re due for a break, Suit.”

That’s it for now! I don’t know, why but ever since I started writing Fendra stuff, I always thought it’d be funny between Fenton, Gandra, and Gyro, Gandra would be the biggest supporter of Fenro while the other two are just in denial about their feelings towards one another. Also I love making her make jabs at Gyro because she totally would that’s why

#ducktales fanfiction #fenton crackshell cabrera #gandra dee #fendra #writebackatya

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