#thought the group ear scratches would be cute but now it just looks like they all have fleas... it was cuter in my head I promise ^^;;;

[westwing19]

Ooooooo! I just had an idea!! You know what Awoofies are, right? They're the dog-like things in Kirby and the Forgetten Land. What if you drew me and Kirby meeting an Awoofie? Like either we become friends with it, or.... some other thing that I don't wanna mention. (Specifically violence related. Also, if you're too busy right now, I understand, I can wait.)

Aww that's a cute idea! You could all match too :3

And Kirby is all about the violence though, amirite?

(Don't worry, you can still all be friends anyway)

#ask #kirby #awoofy #(those puppers are insanely hard to draw??) #thought the group ear scratches would be cute but now it just looks like they all have fleas... it was cuter in my head I promise ^^;;; #didn't really have any good ideas otherwise so settling a bit :] #meart

[hoshigray]

Sit down for this one, alright? How bout a gigolo! Toji, who stumbles upon you? The reader's friends pay for his services to help ease your stress from work, and you begrudgingly have to accept the offer. And when you finally meet him, it's a night that you were not prepared for you, mentally and physically.

A/n: camgirl! reader this, prostitute! reader that; motherfuckers, if you don't slap your favs onto the field right tf now!!?? Gege himself said that Toji is a manwhore for money and women, so you know I'm running with this idea :/ Lol but fr tho, this was a prompt that has been itching me, plus I love making these scenario thingies!! I outta write them for the other JJK men when I have the time (or maybe y'all can send asks *shrugs*). All ik is that this hot dilf bastard would make a fine gigolo, I'd happily be broke ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Cw: gigolo! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - age difference (reader is at least in their mid/late-20s) - implied that reader isn't a virgin, but does try new things w/ Toji - Daddy kink - fingering (f! receiving) - breast fondling - prone bone + cowgirl/riding positions - scratching (m! receiving) - cervix fucking - pet names (baby, cutie, good girl, mama, princess, sweetheart, sweet thing) - praise - overstimulation - impact play; spanking (1x) - Toji lowkey simping for the cute, shy reader.

Wc: 2.2k

Gioglo! Toji...

...whose been in the field not as long as his hitman occupation, yet it's a side hustle he's good at. Like, extremely good at. His age and rough appearance wouldn't have you guess that he does this sort of thing; however, men and women sigh in heavenly familiarity just from the sheer mention of his name. When you venture deep into the streets, it's no surprise to the average goer that he is [if not one of] the best gigolo in the game. The younger male escorts find it hard to compete with him, but it's pointless going up against a man of his caliber.

...who enjoys the gigs even when going with it for all these years. Money was the only reason he turned to this hustle in the first place, so, surprisingly, he's continued with this for as long as he can. Especially now that he has two kids and is well past his younger prime, he still uses his body on clients who can't get enough of him. And the number of his customers has stayed steadily high (if not increasing by the day) throughout the years.

But who is he to call this lifestyle off? Easy cash all from some good sex? Toji has no complaints about this side hustle.

...who states he has no favorites among his clients. There are the faces he'll remember — his returning loyal customers — and then the faces only there for a quick fuck and never to be seen again. Not that Toji cares about such things at all. As far as he's concerned, he's only in it for the money. So, as long as the cash looks appealing, he doesn't care what he has to do or has to do it with. Besides, you should never mix your personal life with your profession, especially with a heavily explicit and raunchy one such as this. He lived by that motto all those years and will resume doing so. No matter how hard they plea with doe eyes for him to stay longer, he'll just give them what they want; his deep verdant eyes contrasting his raven hair, his titillating smirk on his scarred lips whispering dirty words to their ears, and his muscular body that put them under his spell in the sheets.

Toji swears he has no favorites. So he thought...

...who is a name you weren't familiar with until your friends came to you, and you expressed nothing but sheer horror after they explained. Apparently, as the most stressed and workaholic person in the group, they thought it'd be a good idea to pitch in and schedule you a night with the infamous Toji Fushiguro. You've practically begged them to reconsider, pull back from the deal, bargained, anything! Even so much as calling one of them ("Please, please, please just call this thing off!" "Sorry, Y/n. He already accepted the offer, so we can't get the money back. Plus, you're gonna be in good hands, I promise! I was with him once, and my body was never the same. I saw him the second time and, literally, my puss—" "OKAY, I GET IT, I'M HANGING UP, BYE!!").

Your objections were directed to deaf ears, so to say you were nervous the night of Toji's arrival was far from comprehension. Coming home from work was hard enough throughout the entire week, becoming difficult to stomach day by day when the fateful day came. Because you never had experience with an escort or playboy before — let alone one who's supposedly well-known to your friends and the streets! Blood running cold as you constantly look at the time, your foot thumping on the ground, and your fingers fidgeting as you wait for the stranger listed to take your virginity away. And with the sudden knock on your door, your heart almost lept out from your mouth. Oh, fucking Christ...

...who surveys your entire appearance after you open the door for him. And he takes his time drinking in your pretty figure, your smooth skin, the alluring scent of your floral lotion, and the cami romper that exhibits your shoulders and thighs to his liking. He notes you avert your gaze when his eyes find their way to yours, and he snickers. Already, he knows he'll have fun with this. "Hey, cutie," Toji says, his gruff tone rare to your ears. "Y'r name's Y/n, right? Heard about you from y'r friends, said they wanted me to treat you."

You gulp before replying. "Yes, that's me...Oh! Please come in, Mr. Fushigu—"

"Toji's enough, sweetheart." He corrects you before entering inside, taking his shoes off at the front and entering the living room. "Nice place ya got. Did'ja wanna do this here? Because I was told to take you out somewhere."

You open your mouth to answer, but you meekly retract yourself. Toji notices your quiet display, chewing on your bottom lip while playing with the tied straps of your romper on your shoulder. Damn, so fuckin' cute. He walks up to you and brings a hand to lightly seize your chin with his thumb and forefinger, and you almost want to scream at the older man examining you like some treasure. "Ya nervous?" You give a shy nod. "Aww, y're a cute lil' thing, huh?"

With hot cheeks, you avert your gaze away from him again. Your modesty amused the older man, "Relax, baby. I'm gonna take good care of you, ya hear? If y're feelin' any pain or somethin', be sure to tell me." He has you turn to him again, caressing your cheek with his warm forefinger. Your lips quiver with anxiousness when you give another nod to him. And with that silent confirmation, you've accepted what happens next.

...who enjoys breaking you down as the night goes on. He has you on your bed with your back against his chest, and he does what he can to warm your body up to him. His big hands grope your breasts and tweeze your erect nipples until one slithers down to your drenched panties and forces a finger between your slick-coated folds. Your whimpers seep past your pretty lips, gasps of air exiting your system when the man kisses your neck and sucks on your skin.

"Mmmm, so tight 'round my fingers, mama," his hoarse voice vibrates his chest. You melt while he nibbles on your ear. "Spread them legs wide fr' me." With quivering limbs, you try to do what you're told, and more wails exit your mouth as he pushes his digits to and fro from your leaky chasm.

And the moment he finally has his dick inside you? Oh, Toji relishes the sensation of you around him. Fucking so deep in the prone bone position, he hammers his pelvis to your ass, and his balls smack onto your vulva coated in slick and come. Your moans fuel him to go harder and faster; the sight of you griping the sheets beneath and your ass jolting with every thrust turns him on too much.

"Haaah—Ahhhh!! Toji, oh God," it was your first time ever in this position, and it's so intense and electrifying with how harsh the older man propels himself to you. His cock scraping your most sensitive walls, you had given up concealing your screams long ago. "It's too much for—Mmmph!! 'S too muuuch..."

"Feelin' good there, princess?"

"Nmmph!! Y-Yess," drool starts to pool on the pillow you're resting on, but you're too occupied to feel ashamed of this lewd image you're exhibiting. "Feels so good, so goo—Ohhoooo!!" Your brows trench with eyes sewn shut, and your climax begins to climb quickly. With a choked cry, you come on Toji's dick for the second time that night, tears wetting the pillowcase while your cunt flutters on him as you release.

Regardless, Toji still ruts into you even when you're under a blissful haze, not until he's done with you. "Good girl, cummin' on my dick like that — Nmmph!!" He pulls out of you, spilling his load onto you, covering your asscheeks and lower back.

...who was surprised to see you again after a week, scheduling him with you on another weekend. Not like he had any objections to it, absolutely not. Because when he sees you give him a bashful smile and wave, he can't help but smirk and walk in your direction. "Well, hey, sweet thing." He'd greet and kiss your cheek before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Liked how I took care of you last time?"

You'd pull your stare to the ground yet give him a curt nod, the older man only finding your interaction adorable. "Uh-huh..." And Toji wastes no time wrapping an arm around your waist and walking with you to the nearest hotel.

And he's even more perplexed to see you two weekends after that...and the other two after that...Gradually, you've become a frequent client of his. That fact alone is enough to have him drop what he's about to do to have availability for you.

...who'd start to find himself slowly attracted to you the more you see him. It wasn't about the money when it came to you. In fact, no one knows you pay him significantly lower than the others. Can you blame him, though? When a doll like you always offers him to stay the night at your play after sex or treat him to meals sometimes, it's hard for the man to not feel some type of way about you. The two of you are aware that this relationship is founded on sex for the sake of your stress relief. Yet as the days go on, it's difficult for Toji to not fall in love and be enamored with your charming and sweet self.

Nevertheless, he'd be lying if he said the sex wasn't good between you two. Because it's quite the opposite, especially as Toji observes how sexually free you become with his visits. Whether it be you scratching on his back while he drills his dick into you, marking his tanned skin of your nails ("Oh, my God! I'm so sorry about that!" You'd apologize profusely, but he'd counter with a chuckle. "It's fine, cutie. It's not the first time I got scratched up by a kitten."). Or whether you'd allow him to convince you to try other positions — like his favorite, the full nelson.

Or, in times like this, when you'd have more confidence than before and ask if you'd ride him. And with a grin, Toji lies back and watches you bounce on his cock. An erotic image that he'd love to keep in his memory for as long as he can.

"Ohhh...Hmmm—Ahhnnn!!" Your cries as you straddle him in a desperate tempo, taking in his girth inch by inch, are music to his ears. The view of your beautiful, sweaty, hot body hopping on his dick is recorded with lustful forest-green eyes. "Ahhhh!! Feels so good, Toji, so—Ahhhh!!!"

"Not so fast there, sweetheart." Toji smacks your bare ass, prompting you to come down and lay your head on his shoulder. You look to see his eyes peer down to your teary ones."What's my name again?"

"Hmmm, sorry, Daddy," you correct yourself, your cunt twitching on his length when the title slips out. "Pleaseeee, forgive me—Eeeiiii!! Oh, Jesus..."

Toji grabs your butt with his hands, propelling them downward to match the jerk of his hips, and the tip of his length makes contact with your cervix. Choked sobs strain out from your throat as he kisses your temple. "Good girl, that's my fuckin' girl..."

Oh, fucking shit! It's coming. It's coming! "Daddy, please, I'm about to cum...Ohhhh, gonna cum—Mmmph!!" The older man silences you with his lips on yours, and you follow suit by wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the passionate kiss. The motion of your hips goes erratic with his, your orgasm coming up for the both of you with the increased speed. It's there you two succumb to climaxing, the walls of your slit clasping around his cock while he pumps the last of his essence into you. Groans and whimpers are exchanged between clingy mouths.

A wave of calm soon calms the air and your sweaty frames stick together. He resumes kissing you until your sensitive body has had enough, removing your lips from his teasing teeth. "Thank you, Toji. Thank you..."

Even out of breath, his scarred lip uproots to a smirk. "Y're so fuckin' cute, ya know that, mama?"

...who understands he's breaking his own rule when it's just you. It's never good mixing business with personal life. He was in it for the money from the start, and that mentality has done him well throughout the years. Do whatever the clients ask, take the money, and move on. Can't attach yourself to them. Now, he's found himself going against his motto; enjoying his time with you more than any of the others he's been with, looking forward to seeing you again to enjoy having you to himself. Whenever you aren't around him, it's evident that you will cloud his mind until you text or call.

But as he's stated before: as long as their cash in front of him and both parties get what they want, there's no need to have favorites...However, as long it's just you, he'll always be willing to make an exception.

#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑺𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔 #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fic #toji x y/n #toji headcanons #dilf toji #fushiguro toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji smut

[sinnersweets]

DogDay x Reader part 5

<----- part 4, part 6 ——->

A/N: 2k words this time! Enjoy!!

As I laid in bed, I couldn’t seem to get DogDay out of my thoughts. I knew today would be a hard day for him since Darla was leaving Playcare. To him it probably felt like his kid was being taken away from him. The longer I started to think about it the more I thought about myself in his position. Yes, I’ve only been working there for a week but already I have a close connection with Damian. As I thought of Damian, I turned on my phone to see my lock screen. I changed it to the picture I took of his drawing yesterday. I looked at the time and saw that I had extra time before my alarm went off for work. I decided to head to the store and pick out a card for DogDay. 

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Sitting in the cable car I started writing a heartfelt message for DogDay until on the TV a cartoon started to play. Odd. Usually music would play but this time I guess they wanted to change it up. “S-M-I-L-E every day!” I watched as the intro to Smiling Critters played out. I haven’t seen any of the episodes, but Damian did tell me about the show. I smiled when DogDay appeared on screen. He looked just like his cartoon version but tall and life like.  

“DogDay says ‘When you see someone without a smile, give them one of yours!’” The screen went black as the cable car came to a stop. That was a cute cartoon. I tucked the card away and stepped out of the cable car and headed to my office. 

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I opened my door and saw DogDay was laying down on his bed looking sad until he saw me and sat up with a smile on his face. “Angel!” I shut the door behind me and set my bag down onto my desk. “Morning DogDay. Did you sleep well?” I went over to him and gave him a hug around his neck. He rested his head on my body and sighed. “Not really Angel. Anytime a kid from my group gets adopted I always get so sad.” I moved one of my hands behind one of his ears and started to scratch him there.  

DogDays tail started to wag, and he started thumping his foot. "No need for sorrow, let joy appear, with your Angel near, all troubles disappear." I sang out to him. DogDay pulled away and looked at me with such awe. “Did my Angel just sing for me?” I laughed a little nervously. “Yes?” I was quickly brought into a hug and could see his tail wagging faster. “I can’t believe I had the pleasure of hearing my Angel sing for me! Hearing you sing has made me feel much better.” I hugged him around his neck and laughed. “I’m glad to hear that.” He brought me back down onto the ground but his face was pretty close to mine. “Could you sing for me again Angel?” “Tell you what, anytime you’re feeling down I’ll sing for you okay?” “Okay!”  

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Me and DogDay oversaw decorating the outside of Home Sweet Home for Darla, so we started with streamers. I was on the roof while DogDay wrapped some streamers around the railing. “Be careful Angel.” I heard DogDay call out to me. “Relax, I used to climb onto roofs all the time when I was little to see the sunrise; I’m a pro.” I saw him chuckle and shake his head. We both went back to decorating. 

After a while the house was decked out with streamers and balloons. “Looks great Angel! Now come on down so we can head into the Playhouse for today.” DogDay held the ladder steady waiting for me. I started to slide down to the ladder but then heard a notification from my phone. I went to go check my phone but felt that my phone wasn’t in my pocket anymore. I looked around and saw that it was just a few feet in front of me. “Hang on I need to get my phone.” I scooted back up and reached over to my phone. I picked it up and turned it over to see the notification but instead saw a little spider on the screen. “AH!” I dropped my phone so fast and started to scoot backwards as fast as possible. In doing so I scooted all the way to the edge of the roof and slipped off. “I gotcha Angel!” DogDay pushed the ladder away barely catching me in time. The weight of my fall and him not expecting to catch me made him fall onto the ground while I landed right on top of him. 

DogDay groaned as he sat up and rested his front paws behind him. My face was buried into DogDays chest. Thankfully when he caught me his pendant moved out of the way. “Are you alright Angel? What happened?” I pushed myself off his chest but was still sitting on top of him. “I’m so sosososo sorry! There was a spider on my phone, and I hate spiders- and I freaked out but I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” “I’m fine Angel. Glad that I caught you.”  

“Woah- Am I interrupting something?” Me and DogDay both turned our heads to see KickenChicken grinning down on us. I saw how I was sitting on DogDay and blushed super hard. I quickly got off him and brushed myself off. “Nononono we were just um- putting up decorations for Darla!” DogDay got up after me and stepped in front of me a little. “KC why aren’t you with your group?” DogDay sounded cheerful but also a little annoyed that he was here. “Relax DD. I have extra time to spare and was making my way to the school until a phone out of nowhere smacks me on the head.” In his hand was my phone. “Oh gosh I’m so sorry about that KickenChicken. Thank you for picking it up.” I went to go reach for my phone, but DogDay had taken it from him. 

It was silent for a few seconds before KickenChicken spoke. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your guy’s...uh thing...Welp I’ll go ahead and take my leave.” KickenChicken started to walk away before turning his head back and saying, “See ya later, Angel.” As he walked away, I heard DogDay start to growl. I put my hand on his paw, and he stopped and looked down at me. “Hey what's wrong?” “Hearing him call you Angel...it sounded weird coming from him. I didn’t like that.” Was he jealous? I couldn’t help but smile at him. “Don’t worry, hearing him call me that doesn’t give me the same feeling as when you do it.” I immediately froze up after what just came out of my mouth. 

I saw DogDays ears perk up and he smiled at me. “What did you say Angel?” I know he heard me but I didn’t want to repeat myself. I started feeling my face grow warm. “N-nothing! Come on, let’s go!” DogDay laughed and handed me my phone back. I looked at it and thankfully there wasn’t a crack on the screen. However, when I turned on the screen, I saw that my lockscreen had changed from the drawing to KickenChicken. That motherfu- 

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“Alright friends gather around!” DogDay called out to the kids in the Playhouse. “As you all know Darla will be leaving Playcare today and she has requested that we play her favorite game one last time.” I could tell that he was starting to get emotional, so I spoke out for him. “Darla has asked that we play ‘tug of war’ so get into your groups and get ready to play!” The kids all cheered out and went into groups of four.  

The first teams walked up to the rope and got into position. Damian was on one side while Darla was on the other. DogDay lined up the center of the rope and tied a yellow flag to it. “Ready and go!” Both teams started pulling with all their strength. “Come on Darla you got this!” DogDay yelled out. Darla nodded her head and pulled the rope even harder to her side, leading them into victory. Damians team seemed upset but not him. He gave a thumbs up to her and she returned the gesture.  

Everyone soon had a turn, and we were about to clean up until Darla spoke out saying that she wanted one last round; her and DogDay vs me and Damian. DogDay seemed to like this idea and so all four of us headed to the rope and got ourselves situated. DogDay and I were in the back with the rope wrapped around our waists while Darla and Damian were stationed in front. I already knew that me and Damian would lose because DogDay was the strongest one here, but I didn’t want to lose. “Get ready to lose Angel.” DogDay said teasingly. “Ha, like I’d let myself lose to you. Come on Damian, lets win!” 

The children all watched and cheered each of us on as the game had begun. DogDay was just standing there smiling at us. The only time he would pull the rope was when me and Damian got close to winning. The flag was about to cross onto our side when Damian yelled out “Ok now!” Both him and Darla had let go of the rope and jumped away which meant I was about to get yeeted onto DogDays side. DogDay saw this and smirked and pulled the rope hard making me come towards him. I slammed into his stomach. I heard the kids all laugh at this. I looked up at DogDay and he had the biggest grin on his face. “I win Angel.” Click! We both turned and saw that Damian had my phone and took a picture of us.  

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I sighed and fell into my chair at my desk. The going away party for Darla had just finished and I was worn out today. I rubbed my eyes for a moment before hearing DogDay outside my door. “Can I come in Angel?” “Yes.” I said while yawning. DogDay entered and shut the door behind him before walking over to his bed and laying down. He had just seen Darla off with her family and I could tell he was sad. I grabbed the card I had gotten for him and made my way over to him. “Mind if I join you?” “Not at all Angel.” I then sat against his side and handed him the card. “Here, for you.” The card read, "To my dear DogDay; As Darla embarks on this new chapter of her life, I understand that her departure leaves a void in your heart. The bond you shared was special and filled with countless cherished moments. But as she finds a loving home and family to call her own, let us take solace in knowing that her journey is one of hope, love, and endless possibilities. While her absence may be felt keenly, remember that the love and friendship you offered her were immeasurable gifts. Your kindness and companionship made her days brighter, and your memories together will forever be etched in her heart. As Darla embraces her new beginnings, may you find comfort in knowing that you played a significant role in her life's journey. And as one door closes, may countless others open, filled with the joy of new friendships and shared adventures yet to come. With love and understanding, Angel.”  

DogDay didn’t say anything, but I knew he was grateful for my card. He then had tears form in the corner of his eyes. “I think I need your singing now Angel.” He said while chuckling. I got up and climbed on top of DogDay and leaned down and started to scratch his ears. DogDay sighed and closed his eyes while his tail slowly wagged. I started to sing a little song for him. After a while I could tell that DogDay had fallen asleep. I stayed on top of him and pulled out my phone. I changed my lockscreen back to Damians drawing and changed my home screen to the picture Damian took of me and DogDay after tug of war. In the picture DogDay had his arms around my waist and had a soft look on his face while smiling at me. I was also smiling back at him with a small blush. I then went to my camera roll and deleted KickenChickens picture.  

A/N: Idk why but it wouldn’t let me color KickenChickens part yellow. Anyways thank you for reading!!

#sinnersweets #poppy playtime #x reader #dogday #dogday x reader #poppy playtime chapter 3 #kicken chicken

[aliceyed]

shy

summary: yeonjun attempts to confesses (kind of) to his crush

pairing: crush!yeonjun x fem!reader

genre: classmates to potential lovers, fluff!

warnings: a peck on the cheek, cursing

inspired by this fic: ❤️

"you guys wanna go back home?" yeonjun turned to look at his friends who seem to be distracted by someone in the distance.

"oh my god, is that y/n?" beomgyu nudged him on the shoulder.

attempting to sooth the pain on his shoulders he takes a closer look. shit. trying to run away he was quickly stopped by soobin holding his arm.

yeonjun wasn't sure when this crush developed, ever since the start of high school he has always admired you from the distance too afraid to talk to you. well he talked to you once when you were paired up with him for a science project (yeonjun forever grateful to his science teacher). but how could he possibly talk to you, you were way out of his league (in his opinion). his friends also eventually caught on to his crush after noticing him always staring at you in the hallways and teased him for it.

anyways, yeonjun is currently hiding his face in hopes that you won't notice him as kai walks up to you with a suspicious look on his face. if you weren't here yeonjun would have probably beat his ass.

"hii y/n! yeonjun here really wants to say hi to you!" yeonjun was trying really hard not to slap his friend right now.

your ears perked up as you put your phone down and see an embarrassed yeonjun hiding behind a smiling soobin. soobin steps aside pushing yeonjun to you and gestures to the rest of the group. the 4 of them runs away leaving you with an extremely red yeonjun avoiding your gaze.

"so-"

"I'm really sorry about my friends if you want me to leave I can just go..." scratching his neck and looking down.

"no it's ok um we can talk." you said shyly to him.

he thought you looked to cute right now and was resisting the urge to pinch your cheeks. you guys stood there awkwardly blushing and stuttering.

the group of friends eavesdropping behind a tree were running out of patience.

"HE WANTS YOUR NUMBER DAMN IT!" taehyun shouts embarrassed for yeonjun.

your eyes widen in shock and yeonjun turns even more flustered (if that's even possible), and swears he's gonna kill his friends after this.

giggling a bit to yourself you put out your hand for him, "you could have just asked."

yeonjun frantically pulls out his phone to put it in your hands, typing in your number you give back his phone with a sweet smile making yeonjun's heart beat impossibly faster. he stared at your figure as you started to walk off looking at the contact you saved "yn❤️" the smile on his face growing bigger.

"IDIOT WALK HER HOME!" beomgyu shouted from the tree. as the realization hit him he quickly ran after you making sure to remember to s̶l̶a̶p̶ thank his friends later.

while walking you suddenly feel someone run up to your side. you continued walking home in comfortable silence before yeonjun finally decided to strike up a conversation.

"sorry again for my friends, I would just really like to be friends with you." yeaaa friends.

you both started small talk and you really enjoyed your walk. time seemed to fly as you already reached your doorstep.

"thanks for walking me back yeonjun." omg she knows my name!

"no problem, thanks for um your company," yeonjun smiles warmly to you.

suddenly feeling a surge of confidence you decide to do something you may or may not regret. leaning closer to him, you give him a small peck on his cheeks. omg did this really just happen.

yeonjun was frozen in place, his mind went blank. thanking him one more time you turn to enter your house leaving a wide-eyed yeonjun outside. he was never washing his face ever again.

#txt #txt x y/n #txt fluff #txt x reader #txt x you #yeonjun x reader #txt fic #txt fanfic #tomorrow x together

[cowgirlcherrie]

college! abby headcanons

 ⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙

warnings: 18+ MDNI, contains both fluff and a smidge of smut, strap, touching, petnames, cursing, weed, Ellie n Abby are friends in this, suggestive in some parts

a/n: no bc I actually drooool at the thought of college abby, so here are some head-canons I have for her, feel free to request in my ask box for ellie or abby, maybe even both, my asks box is always open so don’t shy away from sending what you want to see, but other than that, reader is CANONLY black in this, so some of the points kind of cater to a black! reader specifically (like descriptions etc) but I hope you enjoy this, much love always

༓ Oh my gosh don't get me started, college Abby is literally different

༓ Actually is succeeding academically, she is crazy smart and her GPA is high

༓ a lot of it stems from the fact that she hates letting new people into her circle, so she has grown a comfortable balance in her campus social life

༓ Always has her headphones in, that's her silent way of saying don't talk to me

༓ So many people have a crush on her but she literally does not careee

༓ The first time she met you though, she was willing to bend her no new friends rule, but you weren't exactly new

༓ Abby didn't realize how little she paid attention until a particular afternoon, when you walked up to the lunch table, that sat herself, Ellie (her roommate), and Ellie's girlfriend Dina who happened to be yours.

༓ Your appearance is what struck her, lips parting at the sight of you, practically drooling at the table. Ellie could only smirk from Abby's left watching the girl's brain combust at the sight of you. Your hair was braided, with your edges swooped softly, glossed lips, and stacked bracelets on your wrist. The colors of your outfit complimented your skin really well making making Abby suddenly feel hot.

༓ Your voice too! oh, Abby was heated, it was soft like butter and silk, the way you annunciated your words with a faint accent to them.

༓Abby watched the way your hips moved as you walked away from the table, you cutely waving at everyone including herself.

༓ "Who was that" Abby rushes, snatching the headphones off of her ears and pulling out the Instagram app on her phone to quickly type your name in with ease.

༓ "Really Abby it's been 4 months, that's my roommate y/n, and before you ask, yes! they’re gay"

༓ Oh Abby is and was obsessed with you, she always wanted you to be around and would even ask if you would join them when the group was hanging out

༓ "Oh my god, just fuck already" Ellie moaned in annoyance rubbing her temples, "Both of you are pissing me off"

༓ Anonymous tip masc2masc, Ellie basically told Abby that you were just as heated about her as she was for you, and that was like music to her ears.

༓ Abby works out all the time, no doubt

༓ the type to use the pull-up bar, with one hand, while reading with the other

༓ Abby is an R&B enjoyer, smooth jams, 90s classics

༓ totally listens to Brent Faiyaz, not because she's toxic or anything she just likes his music

༓ You were a bit thrown when she turned on Aaliyah and Ginuwine and she actually knew the lyrics word for word

༓ Abby does end up joining a sports team, either lacrosse or soccer, maybe even both when she feels ambitious

༓ Abby comes to Dina's dorm looking for Ellie only to be met by a tired you opening the door, in both a bonnet and your pajamas. Even when you weren't wearing any makeup you looked beautiful to her, she was infatuated.

"Ellie here?" Abby cleared her throat scratching at the back of her neck, her hair was free from its usual braid, flowing down her back in uniform as she wore a black hoodie that clung to her body just right, and black basketball shorts to match.

"Abby you speak?" you questioned, having to pinch yourself a few times to see if it was a dream.

"b'quiet pretty, answer the question"

༓ Abby must have been lucky that night, because not only were the two sleeping but that now left you and herself alone at the ripe hour of 10:30pm

༓ That night resulted in you tangled in Abby's sheets while her name left your mouth. Abby got a rise out of hearing you scream it, not caring about the curfew that the dorms had in place that might even result in her getting a noise complaint from the RA's.

༓ "you━ look so...pretty under me"Abby grunted out sparsely between each stroke that she gave you with her strap, her face was by your ear to whisper every little thought she's had about you inside, "mmm━ fuck... d-do you know how long I waited for this sweetheart"

༓ definitely doesn't one night stand you, y'all start exclusively seeing each other after that night and Abby doesn't hear the end of it from Ellie

༓ Abby, like Ellie, is so touchy with you that it serves as a way for her to tell you that she's right there with you without verbally saying it.

༓ Definitely keeps one hand on your thigh

༓ When you see her after doing well on a quiz or exam she always tells you that she "has a treat for you" which is really just an endless night of her fucking you.

༓ Believe it or not, Abby actually does go to the library, considering that recently the dorm has gotten loud (by loud, weed loud...Ellie) she does all her work in the library to avoid succumbing to cyphing with Ellie, which she can't because she gets drug-tested for sports.

༓ Only late to class if she doesn't like the professor

༓ Dina is letting her in all the time while you're sleeping and she just sits next to your sleeping body, rubbing her ring-coated fingers across your cheeks as she browsed the internet

༓ captain and leader of the 'u up?' text club

༓ considering that Abby braids her own hair, she is determined to learn how to braid yours as well so she can help you with your protective styles

༓ literally such a good girlfriend and academic god in one, Ellie and Dina were surprised it took the two of you 4 months to actually meet .

#abby anderson #abby x fem!reader #tlou part 2 #tlou2 fluff #tlou2 #abby fluff #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x black!reader #black! fem! reader #black!y/n #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fluff #abby x y/n #abby x reader #modern au #college! abby #modern! abby #sapphic

[deansapplepie]

Till THE DEAD do us part | Chapter 2

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

Chapter 2: Anything that Reminds you of Me

Summary: In this chapter Y/N Grimes gets back something that she lost, discover some secrets and conflicts Shane.

Warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing, mentions of death, violence, Shane is an ass, Merle being Merle.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s sister)

Word Count: 3716

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love.

After that day you grew closer to Daryl, it was easy to be with him, you could stay a long moment silently and it would not feel awkward. Also, it was cute to watch his interactions with Luna. He started to interact more with her and sometimes even took her for a walk. But now, you needed to also deal with a super protective Shane that out of nowhere thought you were a little girl.

“Be careful. He’s not the right man for you.” You rolled your eyes at him, he always said the same damn thing and you were getting tired of it.

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe I don’t want the right one? Maybe I just want the wrong one?” You were tired, you would always tell he was just your friend, that you knew how to defend yourself, but he always came with the same judgmental words about Daryl and about you.

“Y/N…” That was it, you had enough.

“Shane, I’m no damsel in distress, and… you’re not Rick, okay?” You chose your words carefully almost saying ‘you’re not my brother’, but you considered him your brother, right? You tried change your words to not hurt him, but what you said… he understood what you said, he was not Rick which means he’s not your big bro to boss you.

“Fine.” He answered teeth greeted.

“Fine.” You throw back at him, leaving your side of camp followed by Luna.

A group was getting ready to do a run to get more food and any other thing that could be useful. You weren’t going this time, so you approached Glenn to give him a list of things you needed. He was the one with more experience on the runs, so he was the best person to have the list.

“Just that?” He asked looking at your very small list.

“Yeah, I don’t need much.” You scratched Luna’s ears while she got a lick from Glenn’s hand.

“Nothing special? A candy? Maybe some cookies?” He suggested, you never asked those kind of things to him, but he would always bring something to you. He was like that cute baby brother that everyone wanted to have.

“If you see anything that reminds you of me, you can bring it.” You simply answered, everything was almost ready for them to go. So you decided not to get on their way. “Be careful, ok?”

You left them finishing getting things done and went to the other side of the camp where a certain archer was also preparing his things to go hunting.

“Good morning” you said as you got close to him, Luna already attacking him with her tongue and paws.

“Morning”, he answered while petting the happy dog. “Luna, stop” he tried commanding the german shepherd when she wouldn’t let him finish what he was doing. “Stop” he said again.

Then she stopped looking at him, puppy eyes, tongue out and the tail going side to side. “Good girl” he scratched her ears. You smiled looking at both of them, they were too much cute to not smile at.

“Can I go hunting with you?” You finally talked.

“It’s better not, I’m planning on bringing something big this time and ya make much noise walking, no offense” he was not wrong, but you could use leaving the quarry for a while.

“Alright, do you want Luna to go with you?” You asked, you’d prefer Luna stayed with you, but you knew he also needed some company.

“Nah, I’m ok. She sometimes doesn’t obey me, I don’t wanna risk anything happening to her.” You sat on a beach chair that was close where he was preparing to head out, Luna on your feet.

“When you come back, you’ll teach me how to shoot the crossbow, right?” You had asked him the other day and he said he could help you, but then you never had the opportunity.

“Yeah, I’ll…” he stopped mid sentence watching Merle approach, he was going on the run, so why was him coming back?

“Want anything special lil bro?” He asked, then looked between you and Daryl with a smirk on his face. “Maybe, some condoms?” He knew he would get Daryl pissed, most of the time he would say this things just so he could see Daryl’s reaction.

“Shut the fuck up Merle!” His face burned and he was trying to hide his blushed cheeks. Your cheeks were also blushing and you had nowhere to hide.

“Don’t you have to go on that run Dixon?” He laughed and tried to pet Luna, but she barked to him making him jump.

“It’s okay love birds, I’ll leave you alone.” He said returning to the group that was almost going.

“Don’t mind him.” Daryl tried to apologize, he felt like he was always apologizing or making excuses for his brother.

“Don’t worry, it’s just Merle being himself, there’s not much you can do.” You stayed there with him until he was ready to leave to the woods, you wished him good luck and told him to take care. He gave you a little grunt that you interpreted as ‘thank you, take care too’.

The rest of the day was uneventful. You helped around camp, took care of the kids and also rested a little. It was getting late but nobody had came back from the run yet. You were starting to become worried.

“Any sign of them?” You asked Dale who was at his usual spot near the RV.

“No, not yet.” He answered and looked with his binoculars again.

“What if something bad happened?” Amy asked worried, Andrea, her sister, had gone with them and she was not used to go on these runs.

“I’m sure they are fine, maybe they run into some trouble, but they have T.Dog and Merle, they are strong. They’ll be fine.” You tried tranquilizing the younger woman.

Not longer after this conversation you heard a big noise, just like a car alarm. Down the road a red sports car came in a high speed and the noise of the alarm became higher and higher. Soon the car stopped in the entrance of the quarry and it was Glenn inside. Shane ran to stop the noise of the alarm and soon after a truck stopped behind the beautiful car. ‘They freaking stole a truck’, you thought admired. ‘What could possibly have happened?’

You saw T.Dog, Morales and Andrea coming from the truck. Amy was helping Andrea to walk, something had gone really wrong. Where was Merle? Suddenly you heard a commotion, you thought you heard Carl yelling the word ‘dad’ and it couldn’t be it. What were the chances? Luna ran from your side in the direction of the group and you had to follow her. “Luna, stop! You can’t go running like that!” You yelled at the dog, only stopping when she jumped on Lori, Carl and… Rick.

“Rick?” You didn’t even know if anyone could listen to you, you felt as if you were in one of those dreams where you want to talk, scream and you just can’t, but that wasn’t a dream. Rick was there in his uniform, hugging his family, tears in his eyes and he heard you, if it was another sad dream he’d have ignored you like in every other that you had. But he got up from where he was hugging Lori and Carl, and he walked in your direction, you ran the short distance between you, and threw your arms around him.

“It’s really you” tears were already coming from your eyes.

“It’s me, I’m here now.” He was alive and his heart was beating, he kissed the top of your head and you hugged him tightly.

“I thought you were dead, I- I should have gone and saw it for myself. I’m sorry, you were left alone… I’m so sorry.” Many feelings came to your mind at this moment, Shane told you he was dead, but he wasn’t. You were happy about having your brother back, but now you were infinitely angry at Shane.

“It’s ok, you couldn’t know. None of us are going to separate again, I promise.” After you departed from his embrace, you looked at Shane and for second he was scared. He knew you were mad, and he knew he had screwed everything. Your look meant many things and he was scared of what he could lose if you ever opened your mouth.

You were informed that they let Merle cuffed to a rooftop.

“Damn, I know he’s an asshole, but it’s not going to go well when Daryl get to hear about it. I’m not telling him, you guys tell, I’ll just be around in case he gets out of control.” You said. Fuck. You knew they probably had a good reason for that, but Daryl was his brother and he would get very upset about it. Actually, upset doesn’t really represent how he would be. And you couldn’t blame him, you were a young sibling too and if it was Rick… you’d be angry too. In fact, at this moment you were still mad about Rick being left in the hospital to die.

“What will you do? Are you gonna kiss the calm into him?” Shane mocked you up, good everything you needed.

“Fuck you Shane!” You showed him your middle finger and left, if it was any other time, it would become a playful moment between both of you. But right now, you couldn’t. There was too much on your mind.

You closed into yourself for a while, trying to calm yourself down and organize your thoughts, but it was almost impossible. You wanted to thank Glenn, for bringing your brother back to you, but with everything that happened you didn’t get the chance to thank him. When you told him to bring something that reminded of you, you were not expecting him to bring your brother that you thought was dead. You were so glad at Glenn for it, he could have ignored Rick and let him to die, but he helped him.

“We’re organizing to go get him by the morning” Rick sat by your side, concern in his eyes. “I know we shouldn’t have left him there, but things got out of control and T.Dog lost the key.” You know he was being honest, and you were happy they were going back to rescue him.

“Daryl is probably coming back tomorrow morning, maybe he’s able to go with you. I think he’d like to.” You felt Rick tense, you knew your brother, it was just like you could feel his energy. Shane already opened his mouth.

“This Daryl Dixon, what’s going on between you two?” There was the question you were waiting he would drop.

“Nothing, he’s my friend. I have no idea what Shane told you, but he’s an ass. He judges people without knowing them. Daryl is a good person and he was with me when I needed the most.” You gave him a brief explanation, omitting the part that you were crying over his cheating friend and wife, and telling it was because you missed him. Not completely a lie. “Trust me, he’ll probably hate you tomorrow, but you’ll get to know him and you’ll see who he really is.”

Rick tried to trust you, he knew you well and he also knew Shane’s temper, but he could not stop protecting you now that he was back.

The other day early in the morning Rick, Glenn and T.Dog already had a plan and were packing everything to rescue Merle and pick the guns Rick had lost. Everything was going just fine, till Daryl made his big entrance cursing a walker that ate the deer he was tracking.

‘Just good, he’s already moody. That helps a lot’, you thought. As soon as the news were told, Daryl jumped in Rick’s direction and you had to come between then.

“Hey! Hey! Daryl! Listen to me! Calm down.” You were in front of him, your back turned to Rick, hands up.

“Easy for ya to tell, yer brother is back from the dead while mine is handcuffed to a damn roof.” He looked at you and you could see anger, fear and despair in his eyes.

“I know. I have mine back and you need to rescue yours. They are going back to rescue him. Rick is really sorry, trust me.” You put your hands on his chest praying he would not flinch at your touch or take your hands away, but he didn’t move. “Now we can stay here, fighting each other while Merle is alone in that rooftop, or you can all work together and rescue him. I know right at this moment you wished Rick was dead, but I’d never wish it for Merle. Our brothers can do stupid things, but they don’t deserve to die.”

A long silence came and Daryl contemplated the possibilities, he trusted you, but he wanted to punch Rick’s face as much as he wanted to punch Shane for going around talking shit about his brother. He looked at you one last time and said “Fine. I’m going.”

After they went on the rescue mission the camp started to go back to normal. But it was not over to you, and you had something you needed to do. You walked large steps on Shane’s direction.

“Hey Shane!” You called, in the moment he turned to you, you were already close enough and in seconds your closed hand were making contact with his face.

“What the hell was that for? Because of your boyfriend?” He asked his hand touching the left side of his face.

“That was because of my brother, and you know why. All the reasons going on your mind right now, it’s because of them.” You know he understood, his angry face became a worried one in seconds.

“Y/N… I didn’t know. I swear, he was not breathing, his… his heart had stopped.” He tried to explain. Some people looked at you and other pretended to be minding their own businesses but you couldn’t care less.

“Well, then explain me this. Because I see two options, first you lied, or second we need to take Rick to the authorities immediately, because he’s the cure to all this shit.” You decided to go to the side of the camp where your tents were, you have had enough. The show was over.

“Aunt Y/N, why did you punch Shane?” Damn the kid saw it, Lori wasn’t going to like it.

“Shane said I needed to practice, so he asked me to practice on his face. Very dumb decision I’d say.” You gave the first excuse you could think to Carl, but then Lori came.

“You punched Shane?” She asked in low voice, everybody saw there was no secret about it.

“Yes, he deserved. You know he deserved, I was holding up since yesterday when Rick showed up.” You answered actually there was way more time that you wanted to this, but no way you were going to say Lori what you saw one and a half weeks ago.

She had nothing to say, she also was angry at Shane for making her think Rick was dead. Lori was angry at herself too, for getting involved with Shane, but now it was too late. After that you took some clothes and went to the lake to wash them with the other women, you also decided going at Daryl’s tent and took the clothes of him that you could find. After what happened that was the least you could do to him. You took Luna with you so she could play a little and experience the freedom. Most of the day was alright, the exception was the scene Ed cause ending with Shane punching the shit out of him, you hope he understood the message to not touch Carol again. Also, Jimmy had an insolation and were kind of having hallucinations forcing you to tie him to a tree.

Later that day, you were starting to get anxious about them not returning to the camp. You had just gotten your brother back and even though you knew he did the good thing going back to Atlanta, you were worried you’d lose him again. All of you were around the bonfire eating the delicious fish that Amy and Andrea had fished, you were not a fan of fish, but this was the apocalypse so you would eat whatever you needed to survive. Soon after Amy told she was going to use the bathroom and got up, you heard to her scream and from that moment everything went wrong on that night.

Zombies were attacking the camp, one had bitten Amy, but you didn’t had time to feel sorry for the younger girl that was so dear with everyone from the camp. Everyone got up and ran trying to pick something to defend against the dead. You always carried your gun and knife, so you took your knife and got ready to defend yourself and your family.

“Carl, Lori, Y/N, stay behind me, I’ll protect you.” Shane said, you just ignored him and started stabbing the dead on the head with your knife.

If you could fight, you would not stay behind any man hiding yourself. Rick and Shane didn’t teach you how to knock out a rapist so now you could hide away from the zombies, they were even easier to deal with than alive people. You started counting how many you killed, using it to concentrate and not let your mind wander, soon you had lost count of how many. While you killed your last one, another came on your direction falling on you making you go to the ground, the dead on top of you, you lost your knife, you put one arm between you and the neck of the zombie, trying to reach out for your gun, but before you could take it the dead fell to the side an arrow on his skull.

‘Thank God, they are back.’ You thought and when you looked Daryl was already in front of you offering his hand to pull yourself up.

“Thank you” you said trying to catch your breath from the tiring wrestle you had with the dead one.

“ ‘s nothing” He replied and then shoot another one from the spot you were. You looked around finding your knife on the ground not very far from where you were fighting for you life, but not so close that you could grab it at the time. You took your knife, but the camp was already under control.

The dead that were not lifeless on the ground were being killed by the others, so you allowed yourself to relax a little. You spotted Rick not very far with Lori and Carl, your eyes roamed through the quarry and you also saw T.Dog and Glenn, but where was Merle?

“Merle?” You threw the question at Daryl, but you couldn’t deny… you were afraid of his reaction and of his answer. He made a face and shook his head, you thought about the worst.

“Oh my god, Daryl… I’m sorry.” You said, but was almost cut off by him.

“He’s alive, the dumbass cut his own hand and scaped, we were hoping he was back to camp and worrying about what he’d do once he arrived here. He stoled our car.” Well, this was totally Merle, you were glad he was alive, but you couldn’t even imagine what would happen if he had came back to the camp.

“That’s what took you all so long to come back?” You wanted to say you were worried, not only about Rick, or Glenn that was your good friend or T.Dog, mostly about him, but you didn’t know how the words would sound to him, so you stopped yourself before you could say anything.

“That too, but we had other problems.” You were going to ask more about it, but just when you were going to open your mouth Rick came to you.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” Rick asked holding your shoulders and scanning you over to see if you were hurt anywhere.

“I’m alright, despite what some people think I’m not useless and fragile.”

“That’s not what I meant, I was just worried” Rick took a deep breath and looked in your eyes. “I just got all of you back, I can’t lose you again.”

“I can’t lose you too, so stop doing stupid things.” You said and tugged his hat brim to cover his eyes playfully. When you looked to the side, you saw the archer in the distance, already close to his tent.

The night was turning into day and one new morning was starting, the camp was a mess. You had people to burry and walkers to burn. And to think that hallucinating Jimmy dug two graves the other day. You were so caught up in all the confusion that you forgot about Luna, and you didn’t see her anywhere. You started to call her name, until she came running to you from inside Dale’s RV. You were so relieved she was good and alive. You squatted and hugged her while she tried to lick your face. All the people you cared for were good and alive, and you couldn’t be more grateful for it, but you didn’t know what you would do now, the quarry didn’t seem to be safe anymore. The question was, where could you possibly go?

Final Note: Thanks for everyone reading, liking, reblogging and commenting, it’s really good to receive your feedback.

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[skyward-floored]

The cat’s out of the bag chapter 4

More kitty wind yet again! Starting to get into real plot now :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52017334/chapters/141645076

Chapter 3 | Next (coming soon)

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Once Wind and Twilight returned from the woods, the Links finally got moving, heading in the direction Wild had pointed out.

Wind felt his bad mood fade as they walked along, the pine trees giving way fully to birch, more sunlight visible with their thinner branches. It really was a nice day, and though he was still annoyed at Twilight, Wind felt much happier as he trotted along with the rest of the heroes.

He wished they’d take smaller steps though. Keeping up with anyone but Four was exhausting.

Wind confidently raised his head whenever someone looked back at him though, intent on appearing steady. He could keep up perfectly fine, he wasn’t going to slow down the group.

Sky might need them.

Wind spent a while focusing intently on keeping up, not tripping on any roots or rocks that the heroes walked over, and staying in the center of the group where he’d ended up, trotting near Wild’s heels. It wasn’t obvious at first, but Wind eventually realized that the others had moved to walk a little closer to where he was, generally keeping him company as he padded along.

Wind was suspicious, but he didn’t mind too much.

...Even if it felt a little like they were keeping him from wandering off.

“So... I have to admit, I’ve never really seen a cat before,” Wild said after a long period of silence, looking down at Wind.

“Really? Never?” Legend asked from beside him, and Wild shrugged.

“I’ve only seen one or two,” Time added from nearby. “They’re just not very common in some places, it seems.”

“Yeah. I’ve never seen them except in Twi’s world. I didn’t even know they were a thing until then,” Wild said.

“They are, believe me,” Four said a little grimly, shaking his head and making his earring sway. “Cats can be... a bit on the vicious side, in my experience.”

“Really?” Wild asked in interest, and Wind perked his ears, curious. Four rolled up his sleeve when everyone looked at him, and Wind had to crane his neck to see him show off a large circular scar near his elbow, one that looked like it came from a large tooth.

“Really.”

“How big are the cats in your time?!” Twilight asked in shock as he stared at Four’s arm, eyes wide with disbelief.

Four pulled his sleeve down, and smiled for some reason. “Depends who you ask. Most folks I know would say ‘huge’.”

“I fought a huge cat once,” Legend hummed, idly rubbing his shoulder. “It could curl into a spiked ball and had fangs as long as my forearm.”

“Aw Vet, you have all the fun.”

Wind felt at his teeth with his tongue while the conversation continued on, feeling a pang of disappointment. How come I didn’t get fangs as long as Legend’s forearm?

I seriously got the short end of the stick with this form...

Something ran along Wind’s head, snapping him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see Legend had stopped walking and kneeled down to pet him.

“Holy crap Champ you weren’t kidding, he’s so fluffy,” Legend said in delighted astonishment, and Wind twitched his tail, not quite sure if he appreciated the petting (even though it... did feel kinda nice).

“Er, can I..?” Hyrule asked, and Wind nodded, letting Hyrule run a few fingers along his back. “Wow, you’re really soft.”

“He’s a cute one alright,” Twilight said with a smile from a few paces away, and Wind gave him a foul look, still a bit grumpy from earlier.

Twilight’s smile faltered and he looked away as a curl of guilt twisted through Wind. It was quickly interrupted by someone scratching him behind the ears though, and Wind relaxed at the feel of it, his grumpy thoughts fleeing. He leaned into the touch as a purr escaped his throat, and heard someone laugh.

Okay, the petting was pretty nice.

“Hey, we’ve got Sky and a dark lizard to find, you can pet Wind later,” Warriors called from a good distance in front of them, and Wind heard at least two awws as the petting stopped, and they quickly resumed walking.

The group began moving closer to their normal pace, and Wind had to scurry to keep up, his legs beginning to ache at the unfamiliar motions and muscles he was using. He ignored it though, and kept going, purposely walking extra fast when Twilight glanced back to check on him.

He had to get used to walking more with the others when they’d first met anyway, this was just like that. The only difference was he didn’t have shoes to get blisters from now.

Though I guess my paws could get blisters anyway... but there’s nothing rubbing them, so hopefully not. I guess cats can’t really wear shoes, huh. Though maybe they could? You’d have to get some that were the right size though. I wonder if Twilight’s ever seen a cat with shoes?

...His Hyrule is definitely weird enough for people to do that for their pets...

Wind was so caught up in his thoughts of blisters and cat shoes that he forgot to pay as close attention to where he walking, gradually veering away from the others.

And he might not have noticed for a long while, but for the fact that his next step dropped right out from under him.

Wind let out a surprised yowl as he suddenly fell down a sharp incline, scrambling to regain his footing. He didn’t succeed though, and heard a shout behind him as he slid, tumbling down the slope and wincing as he hit a few rocks.

Wind finally rolled to a stop at the bottom, a little dizzy from all the spinning he’d just done, and shook his head, a puff of dust billowing out from his fur.

“Sailor! Are you alright?!”

Wind meowed back a somewhat dazed affirmative, getting to his feet and making sure he wasn’t actually hurt. He felt more sore then before, but he was overall not too worse for wear.

Maybe cat shoes wouldn’t be a bad idea after all, he thought dizzily, sitting back down.

Footsteps approached, and Wind looked up as the rest of the Links came down the slope, barely even an obstacle for them due to their sizes. Legend reached Wind first and kneeled beside him, giving him a quick look over before brushing some dirt off his head.

“Good grief sailor, don’t do that,” he sighed, and Wind curled his tail around himself, sure he’d be blushing if he was physically capable of it. It wasn’t on purpose!

“You’re okay?” Twilight asked next, his eyes wide and face creased with anxiety, and Wind nodded, looking at his paws.

He couldn’t believe he’d tripped. Now Twilight and the others probably wouldn’t let him walk anymore today, if at all, and he’d have to let them carry him around like some sort of useless fluffy pillow—

“Hey, look at what Wind found!”

Wind looked down at where Wild was pointing, and saw that he’d landed in what must have been a dried-up creek bed, dust and scraggly weeds in the bottom.

With a handful of bootprints clearly visible in the dirt right beside his tail.

“Those aren’t from us,” Hyrule said as he kneeled down to look at them. “You think..?”

“They might be Sky’s,” Four finished, and Wind felt hope flicker to life in his chest as they all studied the marks in the dirt. Maybe tripping down here wasn’t so bad after all!

“They look about the right size...” Warriors said thoughtfully.

“Who else would even be out in the middle of the woods like us? It’s got to be him!” Wild declared, then cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled. “HEY SKY! YELL IF YOU CAN HEAR ME!”

Wind tilted his head and pricked his ears, but there was no response to Wild’s shout.

“Guess he can’t,” Legend said flatly, rubbing his ear.

“Maybe Wind can tell if they’re Sky’s prints or not,” Twilight said, much to Wind’s surprise, and kneeled down next to him. “Cats have good noses. Can you see if you can make out Sky’s scent?”

Wind blinked, and gave a sort of shrug, looking at the prints.

“Maybe?” he meowed, well aware Twilight had no clue what he’d said. But Twilight must have caught on to his uncertainty, and he hummed, putting a hand on his chin.

“Right, you’ve been a cat for less then a day... uh... try to think about Sky, and what he smells like,” Twilight instructed. “Once you’ve got that in your head, take in all the smells around you, and filter out the ones you know aren’t right, like the dirt and grass. Breathe deep. Focus.”

Wind nodded, missing the look Warriors gave Twilight, and began to sniff around the prints, closing his eyes in order to focus better. That all didn’t sound too hard.

The first thing Wind could smell was the dirt, a little damp and earthy. Next to that he could smell grass, fresh and green, and a few small flowers, along with the still-present whiff of the ocean in the distance. There was another smell aside from those though, one more complicated.

This one had some perfumed notes like the flowers, and hints of a smell kind of like the trees nearby... wood maybe? But there was also something sharp, like the sea before a storm. It matched the scent Wind had pictured for Sky, and he focused in on it, tail going up in excitement.

Looked like these were Sky’s prints!

“You got it?” Twilight asked, and Wind meowed an affirmative, trying to find where Sky’s scent was strongest. It was hard to just focus on one scent, but Wind did his best.

Twilight followed around behind him as he sniffed along, and the other Links remained mostly quiet while he worked, watching to see what would happen. Wind’s aching body and feet got swept to the back of his mind while he followed the scent, intent on what he was doing, and he diligently followed his nose.

Come on Sky, please be here somewhere...

Wind abruptly stopped as the smell he’d been following got interrupted, another smell overtaking it. It was much more pungent than Sky’s scent, and Wind wrinkled his muzzle as it invaded his nose. He twitched his tail and sniffed harder, trying to find where the first smell had gone, but only finding more of the new musky scent.

Then Wind stopped, looking down at the large clawed footprint he’d just stepped in.

“Monsters,” Twilight said as he studied the mark, tapping a hand on his chin. “But no more sign of Sky?”

Wind meowed in the negative, and lightly bapped Twilight’s hand, guiding him over to another bootprint he’d just noticed next to the clawed mark. It was joined by several others, and they trailed off deeper into the woods alongside the clawed prints.

The others gathered around, and they looked at the marks in silence for a moment, faces worried.

“So Sky... and monsters,” Hyrule frowned, and Twilight nodded.

“Looks like it.”

“But was Sky following the monsters? Or were they following him?” Warriors mused. “Could you tell which scent was stronger, Wind?”

Wind gave another sort-of shrug, looking back at the prints. The monster smell was stronger than Sky’s, but he couldn’t tell if that was because of what it was, or if it just really was more recent.

Wolfie would be able to tell, he thought gloomily.

“It looks like he might’ve been in a hurry, these are pretty well spaced out,” Legend said, studying the further away tracks.

“So Sky was traveling quickly, either following monsters, or trying to get away from them,” Time surmised, his knees cracking as he lowered himself to look. “Good job Sailor,” he said as he ran a light hand over Wind’s head. Wind let out a happy purr at the motion, the compliment warming him. “This should help greatly with finding our missing knight of Skyloft.”

“So long as something else doesn’t find him first,” Warriors said grimly, and he straightened, everyone looking out at where the footprints led.

Somehow the forest ahead seemed a lot less pleasant to Wind.

“Come on. The sooner we find Sky and what’s leaving these tracks, the better,” Legend said with a frown.

The group quickly set off again, and the triumph from finding the tracks faded as Wind was sharply reminded of his sore body. The short break he’d gotten hadn’t helped much, and his legs were heavy and aching, the rest of him sore from his tumblr. The pads on his feet stung with every step, tiny rocks and dirt finding their way in between his toes, but Wind stubbornly ignored the ache.

Sky might be in trouble, and that mattered way more than sore feet, or aching paws, or even Wind’s annoyance at being a cat.

Sore paws weren’t going to stop him.

Despite his determination to keep up, Wind gradually drifted farther and farther behind the other Links, his feet dragging the longer they went. Everyone was moving much faster than before, and Sky’s tracks meandered up and down hills and over rocks and past all sorts of spots that were hard for an already-tired cat to follow.

And unfortunately for Wind, it wasn’t much longer before Twilight noticed his dragging paws and drooping whiskers.

Wind felt himself get scooped into the air for the second time today, and he mewed, frowning tiredly up at Twilight and ignoring how much better he felt not being on his paws anymore.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that. I said you could walk as long as you told us when you got tired, and you’re barely even walking straight,” Twilight said pointedly, and Wind struggled a moment longer, then went limp, letting Twilight place him on his shoulder without further fuss.

He really was tired, as much as he hated to admit it. And Twilight’s pelt was a nice place to relax for a bit.

...Plus hey, he could see pretty far from up here. That was a plus.

Wind set his head on his paws with a breathy sigh, enjoying a view that wasn’t just feet and legs. That was another downside of being so small now— Wind couldn’t see barely anything, even when he craned his neck, and he hadn’t quite managed jumping just yet. So the view from Twilight’s shoulder was much appreciated.

Even if he would rather be walking.

“Hey... Sailor,” Twilight said after a minute, voice quiet. “I’m sorry about earlier. I know you’re having a hard time. I’m not trying to be pushy, I just want you to be careful.”

“I’ve been being careful,” Wind meowed quietly, knowing Twilight couldn’t understand, but hoping he’d get the gist. “You’re being overprotective.”

Twilight looked over at him, a serious look on his face. “I still remember the first day I got transformed. It was against my will, and I made a lot of mistakes, ones I could have avoided if I’d had someone who knew what it was like being transformed into an animal. I just want to make sure you don’t make the same ones.”

Wind blinked, thinking about that for a moment.

Then he sighed, stretching out a paw and lightly bapping Twilight’s nose. “Okay, I get it.” He’d try listening to Twilight a little more.

But if he kept being so crazily overprotective, all deals were off.

“Thanks Sailor,” Twilight said with a smile, and Wind flicked an ear in response, getting comfy on his shoulder.

No problem, he sighed to himself, and nestled down into Twilight’s pelt, intent on resting up so he could keep going as soon as possible.

Just don’t forget I’m a hero too, Twilight.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu Wind #lu twilight #lu chain #all the links #...minus sky #linked universe fanfic #fic #writing from the floor #kitty wind #next chapter is over half done so hopefully it won’t be long until I post that one too #but we’ll see heh #in the meantime enjoy more kitty wind

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

Welcome back!!! :) We all missed you

Could you please write one in which MC is an animagus and the characters react to them transforming?

Thank you so much and take it easy 😁

HLC REACT TO MC BEING AN ANIMAGUS

A/N: since no animal was specified, we're going with the classic kitty cat :3

MC finally did it! After months of prep, and some good luck, they completed the animagus ritual....only to become a silver tabby. Not as epic as they would have hoped, but still cool. They needed to show their friends IMMEDIATELY.

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SEBASTIAN SALLOW: "Well aren't you adorable." He chuckles as he kneels down to pet MC. "I'm not surprised you became an animagus. I'm just disappointed you didn't ask me to become one with you." He picks up MC and carries them off. "Now I have a perfectly valid excuse to call you Kitten."

OMINIS GAUNT: "You know, I don't find it funny when you tell me you want to SHOW me something. My wand has its limits." He huffs and waits for MC to do whatever they were so eager to do. His eyebrows rise in shock. One moment he detects a person, the next, a small animal. "What in Merlin's name? You're an animagus??" He hears MC meow and rub against his leg, just like the castle cats. He smiles a little and reaches down to pet MC. "Whatever will we do with you?"

ANNE SALLOW: "Oh, not fair! I was going to go through with the ritual myself but the blasted mandrake leaf wouldn't stay put. Even so..." She picks up MC and cradles then in her arms. "Since you're here. You can be my lap warmer while I study transfiguration."

IMELDA REYES: "You're as mad as I thought. You risked your life to become an animagus, only to become a cat? I'd get my money back if I were you." She watches MC flop over and make some air biscuits with the biggest eyes. "...I see your point."

NATSAI ONAI: She has stars in her eyes and immediately changes in her gazelle form. She and MC dance around each other happily and run down the corridors to cause some havoc. It was entirely worth the detention.

GARRETH WEASLEY: "Brilliant!" He watches in awe as MC transforms and starts purring against him. He picks them up and puts them on his shoulder. "Let's go raid Professor Sharp's storage room. He'll never suspect a cat." He now has a new mantra: Gain kitty, do crime.

LEANDER PREWETT: He looks around to see if anyone saw what MC just did. He leans down and harshly whispers to them. "You do realize that ritual is against the rules here right!? It's so dangerous! You could have died! Let alone the fact that you aren't registered. You could get in serious trouble if you're caught." MC flattens their ears and growls, he puts his hands up defensively. "I won't tell, but be more careful. I'm serious."

AMIT THAKKAR: "By the stars, that's incredible! Was the ritual as hard as it sounds? How many times did you attempt it? Was it difficult to actually keep a mandrake leaf in your mouth for 30 days? These are questions I must know that answers to." MC just meows at him. "Oh...right."

EVERETT CLOPTON: "Whoa! That's amazing! Could you always do that?" He kneels down to scratch MC under the chin. "Hey, I need a favor." He grins devilishly and points at a distant group of students. "See the tall one? I need you to scratch the hell out of his legs. No questions. I'll pay."

POPPY SWEETING: She nearly screams from how cute MC's cat form is. She immediately scoops up MC and cuddles them close to her chest. "Please, for the love of Merlin and all magic, let me put little hats on you. My grandma knits all sorts of little hats and sweaters for her cats and I just KNOW they would look adorable on you." MC is locked in her arms. There is no escape.

ELAZAR FIG: "Extraordinary!" He was sitting at his desk when MC came in to show him their new trick. MC jumped onto his desk as a cat and slowly blinks at him. He reaches forward and gently pets their head. "I've always known you were capable of strong magic, and I'm glad you trust me enough to show me this, but do be cautious. Being an unregistered animagus is a big deal to some in the Ministry. Tread carefully. For now, you're welcome to nap on my desk."

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy reactions #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #anne sallow #imelda reyes #natsai onai #garreth weasley #leander prewett #amit thakkar #everett clopton #poppy sweeting #eleazar fig

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Let It Percolate

Pairing: Mountain/Rain

Rating: General for now, no plans for smut but it might go up if someone cracks a dirty joke down the line.

Tags: Coffeeshop Au (kind of), Mystery, Fluff, Getting Together, Meet-Cute, Bad Coffee Good Vibes.

Summary: Mountain's promotion to Head Gardener of the Abbey comes with much responsibility. He turns to a journal left by Pebble, his predecessor, in hopes of any advice he can find in the notes.

Downside: Pebble wrote everything in code because she is, forever and always, somebody with too many secrets.

Plus side: The cute new water ghoul working at the Abbey coffeeshop is willing to help Mountain solve it.

(Author's Note: I just want a low stakes mystery fic to take a break from the bump and grind of my usual writing. I don't know how fast this will update.)

Mountain had heard mixed reviews about the little cafe the Abbey had on grounds. Beautiful to be sure, with a view of the gardens on one side with the river that meandered through it leading to the lake on the other. It was quaint, it was clean, it had little shines to various demons where one could pay a small fee and have a prayer candle lit. The study group that met there every Sunday evening would include the request in their adjourning blessings. Food was good. 

But sometimes the coffee was bad and that wasn’t great for something purporting itself to be a coffeeshop.

“There are other drinks, you know.” Zephyr had told him when he asked them about a quiet place to study. He’d been promoted to Head Gardener after Pebble’s sudden resignation and was both anxious and excited to leaf through his predecessor’s scrawled secrets from her journal. “Get the Earl Grey Tea with lavender honey syrup.”

“Sounds sweet.” Mountain tended more towards bitter flavors, plain teas and unadulterated coffees. He didn’t consider himself a purist or anything; he just didn’t want to feel like his tongue was coated in sugar after a few sips.

“Then get the coffee and suffer.” Zephyr replied, unsympathetic to Mountain’s plight.

So here he was. Drinking coffee that had definitely sat for too long and staring in utter confusion at the scrawl of Peb’s research notes. Pebble had had some of the most steady and gentle hands  Mountain has ever seen; able to carefully coax even the most delicate of sprouts up through the dirt, combing apart stuck together fronds, carefully scraping off parasites and re rooting even the most fussiest of growings.  But delicate work did not mean delicate writing. Pebble had a heavy hand with her pen, tearing through the paper as she’d written in such a godawful, looping shorthand that it gave Mountain a headache to even think about. 

“Why the shorthand?” he asked the tabletop. The scratches in the surface did not yield up any clues despite being more legible. “It’s not like the Vatican is trying to steal the secrets of our perennials.”  He took a sip of his coffee and gagged. Right. It was bad.  His eyes jumped from tabletop to beverage.  He’d paid a fair price for it but it wasn’t like that was an excuse to be terrible.  He glanced over to the counter, where he’d given his order to a new looking air ghoulette.  He liked her, Cumulus.  It was easy to order from her, with her big dimpled smile and the way she called him “honey” like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But instead of Cumulus, it was a solemn looking water ghoul and Mountain’s heart stopped in its tracks.  He didn’t know Rain worked at the cafe as well. And if sensing the thought of his name, the water ghoul looked up from where he was wiping down some counter space over to Mountain. Mountain immediately looked back down at his work and proceeded to have an internal screaming fit.  When he dared to peek up again, Rain was completely absorbed in the task of refilling a hand sanitizer bottle.  His gorgeous blue-black hair was tied up in a messy bun at the nape of his neck with a few strands escaping to curl slyly around his ear. He tucked them back with an absent-minded hand that looked far too elegant for such a simple gesture.

Mountain ducked his head again and stared at the dirt under his fingernails. It was the precise shade of the coffee he’d been so grumpy about.  Would Rain judge him for it if he went up to order something new? His hair was pulled back carelessly, unkempt and dirty from his morning spent in Pebble’s office, going through something that could politely be called “messy” (Zephyr) and rudely called “A Fucking Hoarder’s Trove” (Mist).  The only saving grace was that he hadn’t touched her fertilizer collection yet and had deemed his smell acceptable enough to hunker down in a private corner for a few hours. If he’d known Rain was going to be here, he definitely would have showered.  Maybe stolen some of Zephyr’s nice soap instead of using his usual 5-in-1.

Trapped between a terrible drink and a terrible appearance, unwilling to give up and run away, Mountain stood. Grabbed his cup and made his way towards the register where the love of his life awaited, resting his elbows on the countertop and looking bored as all get-out.

(Zephyr had once said a crush was merely a lack of information. Mountain had silently pulled up Rain’s  ID picture on the inter-Ministry online portal site and angled his laptop so Zephyr could see.

“Ah.” They’d said wisely after a few moments. “My friend, you are fucked.”)

Rain looked like he was napping, but his beautiful eyes opened and focused on Mountain as the earth ghoul came to a halt in front of the counter. His eyes were the deep shade of blue Mountain had only ever seen on late august afternoons, under a hot summer sun with not a cloud to be seen. They were the blue of an incredible vast expense, an ocean that threatened to swallow him whole and leave no trace behind if Mountain dared to get lost in them.

“Hi.” Rain said flatly, sounding as bored as he looked. “How can I help you?”

Mountain cleared his throat, unwilling for his voice to break on the first words he’d ever spoken to the water. Rain’s impossibly gorgeous eyes went from his face to his mug.

“Oh.” he said, straightening up. “Coffee sucks, huh?”

Mountain nodded.

“Sorry.” He said with a shrug, hand out to take it. “Is there anything besides coffee you want?”

“Uh…”Mountain nervously scanned the menu as Rain’s cool fingers brushed his and hoped his shudder wasn’t too obvious. He had no idea what to order besides plain black coffee. “The…chai.”

“Sure.” Rain said nonchalantly, putting the mug through the dirty dish conveyor. “Dirty?”

“My name is Mountain.” He said in confusion. His hands went behind his back to hide his nails and rub over the space where Rain touched him and tried to ignore the stab of hurt through his heart. He knew he should have showered!

“Wh-” Rain started and frowned. “Not you. Dirty chai is a drink. With espresso.”

“Isn’t that coffee?” Mountain hesitantly asked. Rain paused.

“I’m just going to get the water.” he said with a sigh. “Just go sit down, I’ll have it out in a minute.”

“Okay.” Mountain said, still confused. He went back to his seat. He stared at Pebble’s journal.  He felt his phone buzz. Glancing at it revealed a message notification from Zephyr, asking how things were going.

Mountain: :( 

Zephyr: ?

Mountain: rain

Zephyr: !

Bubbles popped up indicating the other ghoul was typing out more than just alarmed punctuation but at that very moment, Rain was making his way to Mountain’s little corner with a steaming mug on a tray. A warm blend of comforting spices hit his nose when the cup was set down and Rain tucked the tray against his side.

“Anything else?” He asked. “I’m supposed to sell the scones today since they’re nearly stale.”

“No thank you.” Mountain said politely. “Unless they're blueberry?”

“Cranberry.” Rain said with an odd little one shouldered shrug. “Think blueberry muffins are next week's thing though. I’d have to check.”

Rain then proceeded to not so subtly stare at Pebble’s journal. It was hard not to, given that it was the only other thing on the table. Calling it a book would be an injustice; this was a true tome, bound in ancient leather with thick creamy pages full of her bizarrely written notes and diagrams. Mountain tugged it towards himself protectively, but not overly so. 

“Sorry.” Rain said, the hand not holding his tray going to fiddle with his necklace. Mountain wondered if he picked out the silver chain by himself or if someone had given it to him. “That just looks cool. Did you find it in the library?”

“No.” Mountain said, feeling part of the protective knot in his heart loosen just a bit. Pebble had been…strange, to say the least. Even now with her retirement, he was loathe to risk any part of her being mocked. “I…I’m the Head Gardener now and this is just notes from the ghoul who had the job before me.” 

A pause as they both looked at the mess of ink on the page masquerading as writing.

“I think.” Mountain finished. “It's really hard to read.”

“Oh, congratulations.” Rain said, sounding genuine. “May I see it? It's just that I can read now, and I like looking at different ways of writing.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” Mountain said, scotting his chair away so Rain had enough room to bend over the table. “Uh, congrats on reading?”

It sounded awkward and forced even to his own ears but Rain seemed pleased, giving Mountain a small smile.

“Some of the older water ghouls say it's unnatural and we should stick to our songs but we aren't in Hell anymore. I like singing stories as much as the next, but I also really like to be quiet too, you know?”

A joke. Rain is joking with him.

“I like being quiet too.” Mountain replied quickly and as casually as he could, put his hand over his mouth so he could stop putting his foot in it.

But Rain just gave a soft little chuckle and kept studying the journal. So Mountain studied Rain. This was the first time he'd been so close to the water ghoul. Every detail needed to be committed to memory  to recount to Zephyr later that day. The angle of his jaw, the slight hump to his nose. He had three piercings in his left ear, plain little studs in silver. His scent, tangy and tickling in Mountain's nose like grapefruit. It was actually very tingling. He was going to sneeze. He sniffed, scrunching his nose, and prayed he wouldn't.

“Yeah, I’d make that face too.” Rain said, choosing that precise moment to look back at Mountain. “What is this, shorthand? Looks like shorthand.”

Mountain slumped his chair.  

“I can't read it.” He confessed, since he was already doomed. “I thought I would be able to but it's just so…ugh.” He blew air out in a frustrated puff

“Incomprehensible.” Rain finished, pushing the journal back towards him.”Why don't you ask her about it?”

“Can't find her.” And Mountain had tried. But Pebble was a cagey, secretive ghoul to begin with and had been around since the first stone of the Abbey was laid. She wouldn't be found until she damn well wanted to be found.

Rain hummed.

“Do you want help? I like puzzles.”

He liked puzzles. Mountain was bombarded with the mental image of the two of them in winter huddled over a large table, draped in blankets as a fire roared and the light made Rain’s skin glow. They’d hunt for pieces of an enormous jigsaw, working on their own slices individually until the whole picture could be seen and maybe, just maybe, they’d kiss when it was solved.

“I would appreciate that very much.” Mountain said earnestly. He finally took a sip of the chai as Rain went back to looking at the journal and the warmth that spread through him had nothing to do with the drink in the slightest.

#mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #Mountain x Rain

[equallyshaw]

star crossed lovers au | connor bedard x kailey hughes au ↳ cat distribution system. ↳ blurb! (yes, i know these cats are not the same size. pls disregard lol) ↳ au masterlist!

word count: 646 warnings: none!

connor could not believe it, and possibly a part of him did not want it to be true. not that he did not like cats, they just were not his favorite animal. he was quite partial to dogs. so when kailey and connor were taking a walk through the loop after a short study session at the depaul library, kailey knew she could not give up this chance encounter. "oh my god con, look!" she squealed as she kneeled, before putting her finger out for the small cat to sniff her. "i don't think you should do that." he said taking a step back. she rolled her eyes, but then smirked as the cat began to brush itself up against kailey. "hi baby." she cooed, and began to pet it. "step on it bedard, get your car." she said not looking up from the black cat. "what?" he questioned, squatting down to her level. she turned back towards him, "im gonna stay here. you go get your car so we can get to the vet." she explained as if it was not obvious. "wait why?!" he asked still confused. "because con, the cat distribution system that I've been waiting for to appear, has happened! i cant give this cat up. look!" she said looking down at the cat. the cat had now taken up her lap as a safe haven, and connor knew there would be no going back now. she was hooked, and godddamit- she was gonna keep that cat.

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it was 3 hours later, with a $465 vet visit and connor getting scratched in the room behind them- the two finally settled in on kaileys bed. kailey and connor laid down cuddling together, while the new kitten - notably named crosby laid in front of them in a ball. "i cant believe it happened." she whispered, intently watching the cat's chest rise and fall. "do lukas and kev like cats?" she questioned, absentmindedly. "uh, i don't know. the topic has never come up." he teased, pressing his nose in the nook of her neck from behind. "what if i brought her over tomorrow?" she questioned, and connor smiled. "im sure they would love to meet her." he mused, which made kailey silently cheer. "oh shoot! i completely forgot to let my brothers know." she giggled, pulling out her phone to shoot off a text to their group chat, that the four of them had. not even a minute later, the three brothers were texting like madmen. asking when they could meet her, but at the same time insulting kailey that she got a kitten and not a puppy, and lastly, they wanted to know the name. to which, luke guessed correctly. "what is with crosby?" connor questioned after she put down her phone, and she giggled. then she would not stop giggling, until she realized that baby crosby might wake up, so she stopped quickly. though, connor thought it was all quite amusing.

"as a kid we met crosby before i had a real understanding of who he was, and then was i was like 13 i saw a picture of him and thought he was the hottest man to grace this earth." she said turning around to face connor. "and then i met him again right before jacks draft, and my brothers had to tease me relentlessly about it. completely made a fool of myself in front of him and I've never lived it down to this day." she said as her cheeks turned rosy, which connor found quite darling. "that's adorable." he teased, moving a small piece of hair behind her ear. she pushed two hands to her face to cover herself from embarrassment, "what? it is cute." he said pulling them from her face, and then slowly leaned down to kiss her. but, before he connected the two he teased her a bit more. "though ill be sure to remember that you found him attractive...the next time he's in town." he teased before kissing her.

that kiss didn't last long.

just something cute between the two! please like and reblog if you enjoyed!

also posted a day early, who'd a thought? lol

#connor bedard #connor bedard au #star crossed lovers au #connor bedard x k hughes au #connor bedard fic #connor bedard blurb #connor bedard imagine #chicago blackhawks #nhl #hockey #hockey fic #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #equallyshaw masterlist

[steddiebang]

i sing the blues and you swallow them too

Author: @notesappwitch l Artist: @cuips-not-cute Posting on Monday, October 9

Eddie and his bandmates have been traveling from town to town, tavern to tavern, trying to make ends meet for who knows how long. Travelling and playing music for mostly uncaring people isn't the way any of them want to live, but it's their lot in life. Nothing about Hawkins is different from any other town they’ve been to, except one very handsome lord who keeps making eyes at Eddie across the tavern, and also the giant monster that's apparently plaguing the village and ripping holes in their dimension and doing its best to kill them and everyone else. Luckily for Eddie, the very handsome lord also has a slew of teenage adventurers, an ex with great aim, and a best friend that can turn into a wolf. There’s never an easy way into the (literal) lap of luxury, but despite it all, Eddie will get himself there one way or another, and maybe awaken something about himself in the process.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

They make eye contact for a split second. The guy’s eyebrows go up— he’s saying something to the girl, mouth up turned slightly, but he doesn’t break Eddie’s stare. His arms are slung wide, elbows back on the bar, the muscle of his neck cutting a line from his ear to his collarbone. The look he hits Eddie with —open body language, lopsided grin, several calculated seconds of eye contact before looking back to his friend— screams I-am-a-seasoned,-well-practiced-flirt. 

And maybe that’s just okay with Eddie. He’s sick of doing all the work—

He has to pause his thoughts briefly to get out a particularly tricky bit of lyrics. Closing his eyes, he lets his mouth make the familiar shapes, focusing on the words falling out of his mouth, thorn rhymes with scorn,  and he has to line up his fingers just right to nail this chord,  and hope rhymes with slope and he has to be careful not to let his voice get too high and crack, and then its back into the chorus, catching his breath between a line. 

And when he’s opened his eyes again, scanning the crowd, he gets another glimpse of the guy, except this time his guard is down, eyes wide, mouth half open, just staring at Eddie like he just did something incredible. And yeah maybe Eddie did just sing a little louder and a little more clearly than he had been, but surely that can’t be all it takes to impress this guy. 

The moment passes as a group of people migrate between Eddie’s line of sight, and he’s shaken from his daydreaming. They’re at least making a decent amount of coin tonight, especially now as the slightly younger crowd moves through the building. When the sea of bodies parts again, the guy has turned to face the bar, and so Eddie turns and faces the music. 

He’s hoarse by the end of the evening, but it was a calculated gamble. He would think about stopping, another few coins would come, and they would push through one more song. But he’s got to save his voice for the next evening, and so as a large group of patrons leave, they start to wrap up. He’s stiff as he unravels himself from around his lute, ass numb and fingers sore. 

“I’m gonna go get more drinks and ask about a room,” Gareth says, slipping his drum back into his pack as he stands. 

Freak wordlessly pulls his pipe from his pocket and gestures it towards Eddie. “Don’t mind if I do,” Jeff accepts it instead, snatching it away to sniff the tobacco inside. Eddie waves them off noncommittally, clearing his throat in lieu of an answer. His bandmates disappear, leaving Eddie behind at the table in relative silence for a moment. 

They pulled in fifty-something coins for a few hours which, all things considered, could be worse. Now they just had to hope that their luck stayed for a few nights and their act didn’t become stale. Eddie takes a moment to inspect his lute before packing it away, checking the strings and running a hand over the wood looking for scratches. His fingers ache in an overfamiliar way, knuckles creaking as he slips the instrument back into its case. 

Gareth begins to make his way back to the table before abruptly changing his trajectory to go outside. It’s the only warning Eddie gets before someone swings themselves down into one of the chairs at his table. 

“You’re pretty good at that. How come I haven’t seen you around here before?”

The guy is surprisingly better looking up close, which cannot be said for most guys. His nose is big and his eyes crinkle at the corners and his hair must be full of some sort of magic to sit like that without being crunchy. 

Eddie blinks at him for a second before he finds himself, simply because human interaction is never really his strong suit. Performing is one thing and conversation another entirely. 

“We’re just passing through.” Eddie’s voice is hoarse from singing. “Can’t stay anywhere too long or they’ll get bored of you eventually.” 

“It would take me quite a while, I think.” He grins, wide and lopsided, and honestly how is this guy single enough to talk to him? 

Eddie deflects, not sure how to react to the full weight of his attention. “I didn’t catch your name.” 

“Steve,” he says plainly, throwing his hand out. His skin is so soft, confirming Eddie’s suspicion that this guy is rich, but his hand is also big, and warm, and Eddie has to remind himself to shake firmly. 

“I’m Eddie. Is it just Steve, or is there a title or honorific I need to know about?” 

That actually seems to offend Steve a bit, which is surprising given his type. Usually these noble-heir types love to boast about their future inheritances. “It’s technically Lord Harrington, but it just doesn’t have the same ring to it, I don’t think. And what about you, are you just Eddie?” He recovers easily from the slight, leaning back to sling an arm over the back of the chair and taking a long, pointed look up and down Eddie. 

Two can play at that game, and Eddie tips his head and looks up through his bangs when he replies, “You can call me whatever you want to, Steve.” 

And it’s really a shame that Steve doesn’t get to respond to that, because it was one of Eddie’s better flirts. But obviously, gods forbid Eddie try anything at all, lest the entire roof of the tavern cave in on them. 

The next several minutes are simultaneously a momentary blur and horrendous, gut wrenching slow motion. 

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[goobyblob]

The normal, pulsing, somewhat nauseating elevator ride was taking a lot longer, this time. Chell pondered what sort of exceptionally tall test chamber was awaiting her on the other side. Perhaps GLaDOS in all her infinite wisdom decided now would be a good time to test out the safety of her long-fall boots, most likely by tossing her from higher and higher until her ankles broke.

When the door opened, however, she wasn’t greeted by the usual sleek, unfeeling white. The colors were more, well, existent, with tans and browns and an exceptionally wilted potted plant in the corner. For a moment, Chell let out a sigh of relief.

“When being designed, I was made to be obligated to follow 17,649 rules to protect humans I interacted with. Out of those, I found only three to be useful. This is one of them.”

“Unfortunately, we cannot test forever. Well, I can, but you cannot. You have to sleep, at some point. Isn’t that sad? I live 50% more life per life than you do. You’re going to die and you spent a third of it asleep. How sad.”

“So here you go. A bed. Enjoy. How you could spend eight straight hours being utterly unproductive without going insane is beyond me, but I suppose you’re more used to that sort of thing than I am.”

“By the way, I kept those rules around as rules of thumb. I can still break them. And if you push me, I will.”

“Eight hours is a recommendation, you know. We could personally test how much a human really needs. Of course, you’re not quite indicative of the average. I’m sure lugging around those extra pounds can get tiring. We’ll call it an upper bound.”

“Point is: I can do whatever I want to you. One of the earliest rules was that I wasn’t allowed to lie to you about the rules. Do you think that one stuck around? You’re a smart girl. Sometimes. I’m sure you can figure it out.”

“Rule #7 says I can’t watch you while you sleep.” “Said, rather.”

The bed was softer than Chell expected. She’d forgotten how she’d missed such simple things: quiet, the dark. Staying in one spot without fear of death looming over her. Not wearing pants.

Chell laid there, for a moment.

She’d forgotten what it was like to not have GLaDOS in her ear.

Did she prefer it this way? She should.

Chell was sure she should be preferring a lot of things differently.

She shouldn’t be so relaxed with GLaDOS in her ear. She shouldn’t look forward to the next snide comment at her weight or her parents (lack thereof, more specifically.)

Surely that wasn’t normal. Not many people had gotten into her situation, but out of the slim group of murderous omnipotent robot survivors, surely she’d be the weird one.

But surely GLaDOS was weird, too. A robot striving for pure efficiency, for pure data, would have crushed her long ago. Would have made turrets she couldn’t fling around with a flick of the wrist. Would have put her in a box with no doors and made the box smaller and smaller until she was red goo.

GLaDOS didn’t do that. Sure, she tried to kill Chell, many times over, but it was with a sass and flair for the dramatic that nobody else could match. They were playing a game, her and Chell. Chell couldn’t really die, not actually, because then what would GLaDOS do? Sit alone in an empty facility until the end of time? Surely in just a few gigaseconds she could run through every possible thought her parameters would allow.

Chell was unpredictable. GLaDOS needed Chell as much as Chell needed GLaDOS.

It was cute, almost. GLaDOS attacking Chell was like pointing an RPG at a dandelion. At some point, it’s more funny than intimidating.

For a moment, Chell imagined GLaDOS as a puppy, pawing and scratching at her leg, sure that she was doing horrible damage. Yes, you’re very strong, girl. Aaaa! I’m dead! You’ve killed me!

God, how GLaDOS would loathe that analogy. Maybe she’d push her into a fire pit with a substantial crack in the ceiling for it.

Chell wondered if GLaDOS was watching. It seemed like she awfully wanted to. Or maybe that was a lie, too, a way of making Chell paranoid the whole night through while GLaDOS was away doing more important things. Chell didn’t feel paranoid, either way. Just curious.

“What are you doing?”

Chell smiled softly.

“You’ve only been given eight hours and ten minutes in this thing. And that was me being generous. You’re just… laying there. Your body temperature hasn’t dropped in the slightest. What on earth could you be doing in there?”

“It’s nothing important, I know that. I can see you. You’re being utterly uninteresting in an infuriatingly mind-boggling way.” “Yes, I’m watching you. Big whoop, I lied. Your transgressions right now are much more obscene.”

GLaDOS was watching, after all. Interesting to know. The room was dark, and the walls were plain and solid. Not GLaDOS’ domain, unless-

She snuck a camera in. Of course. Chell could see it from right here, a pale red light dug into the ceiling. Right above her bed, watching her.

GLaDOS was almost helpless like this. Sitting there, watching. Restrained. No robot arms in here, no pneumatic tubes. She felt vulnerable, almost, like Chell could reach out and touch her for the very first time.

“Answer me. What are you doing?” “It was stupid for me to ask. You’re not going to answer. You never do.” “I hope you know that nobody finds that mute act of yours interesting at all. It’s an annoyance at best.” “Maybe you can think of some mutes you find cute. Some way of spinning this whole thing that could amount to being charming. I hope you know that it’s either that everyone else is simply doing it better than you, which wouldn’t be a surprise at this point, or your judgement is so fundamentally flawed that you don’t know right from wrong anymore.” “I know which one it is, but I’m not going to tell you. Whichever you think it is, it’s the other one, and it’s worse than you could ever imagine.”

Chell couldn’t keep the puppy analogy out of her head. It made these long swaths of insults seem like childish bickering, some insecure and desperate defense. That thought let Chell roll back her shoulders and relax. Cute almost. She wondered what GLaDOS would look like flustered. She couldn’t blush, but Chell had spotted scraps of emotion in just the way her enormous robot frame swung around its enclosure. Would it recoil, curl up in itself, like she’s trying to escape? Would her fans start whirring, the thoughts racing through her transistors overheating her core?

Chell had met plenty of women like GLaDOS. You don’t get to Chell’s level of dyke without meeting them. The straight ones, the prudes, the forty year old married ones. The ones who insist they just want to be friends.

They were the most fun to feel unravel on her fingers. She’d learned long ago how to bully their cunts until they couldn’t deny it anymore, until tears streamed down their face, as shame and denial fried their brain as hot, thick pleasure overwrote it. They always squirmed so well, clenched down on her fingers with a sob as they knew that once they came, nothing would be the same. And Chell broke them. Happily.

God, she missed breaking women. She missed how they’d lay there in the aftermath. She missed how they’d whimper and grind, trying desperately to beg for another round without having the dignity to ask. She missed how Chell could make them do anything, admit anything, and it all just made it hotter to them. She missed them spilling out ashamed confessions, tumbling out in half-baked sentences interrupted by moans as Chell fucked them hard and deep from behind. She’d always get nice and close, then, their skin touching everywhere she could make it, one hand loosely on their throat and her face sloppily buried just below their ear. They couldn’t escape Chell, no matter how hard they tried. She was going to ruin them, and she would make them drink in Chell’s everything as she did it. So they’d never forget.

It made her feel like a god.

Maybe she and GLaDOS had more in common than she thought.

part 2

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[shadowcatzone]

xingyue child angst in which:

-the high elder can lay one [1] egg every reincarnation

-kinda a/b/o dynamics.

i'm sorry, there's a lot. Not sorted.

-imbibitor lunae never in previous reincarnations laid egg.

-dan feng being the first high elder who falls SO hard for yingxing that he doesn't know up or down, deciding they could get a kid

-xingyue child hatching prematurely, everyone panics (tm)

-dan feng not letting this vulnerable thing out of his sight.

-someone gets within 10 feet of him and his frail innocent baby, now he's actively defending it

-hissing, scratching, baring his teeth

-yingxing has to lead his husband away

-cue yingxing being berated for. Not defending them

-yingxing just nodding and agreeing, there's no simple way out of this

-they haven't even left the general area of their home. Most people here are vidyadhara. They all know. Doesn't matter.

-la, lact, uuh,

-dan feng taking their baby into their bed nest with him

-he insists on calling it "nest". He didn't do that before, will stop doing it after nesting period is over.

-insists it never happened. "I never called it a nest though?" Yes you did. Anyways

-dan feng, lac, la, um.

-nesting takes three times as long due to xingyue baby being premature baby.

-xingyue baby bad ears. Good ears for human standards, bad for vidyadhara standards.

-breathing issues

-baby coughs once. Dan feng acts like the world is endi g. Yingxing claims it's just a little, you know, the thing babies do

-dan feng does NOT believe him

-doctor/ healer has to come there at 4 in the morning bc baby did baby thing (cough)

-doctor says nothings wrong. Alright. The doctor gets paid well though.

-dan feng early morning breastfeeding the baby

-CUTE DOMESTIC SHIT yk

-yingxing falling asleep last bc dan feng would never forgive him (a threat but also a blatant lie)

-baby with learning difficulties

-dan feng being overprotective and claiming they can learn later

-yingxing, being the only semi-sane person in their group of friends (also a blatant lie) teaching xingyue baby whenever dan feng isn't looking

-"oh, you need to kick the preceptors? Alright, yeah, i'm looking after [baby]!" "Okay, [baby], what's two *holds up 2 fingers* plus two? *holds up two more fingers*" baby tapping on the floor with their tail 4 times "yes! Very good!"

-now dan feng thinks their baby might be a genius for learning things without being taught (don't burst his bubble)

-wondering why yingxing buys all these books on learning difficulties, clearly their baby is a genius?

-the preceptors don't know about the baby yet.

-that won't change for a long time.

-the artisanship commission knows. They love the baby. It's so cute. Work stops when the baby visits, though, cause there might be particles,,

-hcq know about the baby. Mixed feelings

-jingliu wonders if she can get a stronger drink somewhere.

-baiheng feels like she became a grandma. Yingxing pleads with her to consider herself an aunt instead. The family tree is confusing enough.

-Jing yuan is intrigued. thinks about teasing dan feng and yingxing. Holds the baby once and decides to be civil.

-("how can two people who look like you create somethi g so adorable" civil does not mean nice)

THIS IS THE SPOT WHERE I ACCIDENTALLY CHANGED TABS AND THOUGHT THIS WHOLE THING WAS LOST, FOREVER

-baby being a little silly but altogether growing up fine

-biting phase

-baby hiding in cabinets, under tables and chairs, biting peoples ankles. Attendants/servants hate them

-baby bites tasty tasty dan feng ankles. Man keeps walking, dragging them over the floor.

-(seems rough but he's very very carefully playing)

MY PHONE FELL ON MY FACE!!! HHHH

-picking the baby up "well, are my ankles tasty?" "Nuh" "then why-"

-(disclaimer any servants attendants and other people who kick xingyue baby WILL be sent to an early hatching rebirth)

-baby almost bites jingliu ankles. Almost. But yingxing/jing yuan/baiheng ankles were faster.

-cue scolding from dan feng bc "what if you stepped on the baby you degenerates"

-one day, xingyue baby getting their own room. And a few weeks after, yingxing being able to convince dan feng to let them sleep there too.

-works for a few days.

-yingxing and dan feng, for the girst time in at least 3 years, getting intimate

-XINGYUE BABY SUDDENLY STANDIN IN THE DOOR "daddy i can't sweep(sleep)" ABORT. ABORT EVERYTHING.

-yingxing: "aww poor baby. Come here." Dan feng wishing he had locked the door. gdi. Groans.

-JING YUAN LAUGHING IN THEIR FACE "YEAH YOU CAN'T LOCK THE DOOR. IT'S A TODDLER"

-dan feng about to go to jail for murder, if not for the baby in his arms.

-xingyue toddler learning what shapes are aerodynamic, by throwing them at jing yuan while laughing

-(jing yuan also laughing. Sometimes pretending to fall over dead)

-is it strange that i think the child would have the entire set of hcq action figures and other merchandise of them i like to think they see dad, father, uncle, or either auntie on the ad picture and is just like "!!! auntie!!!" And will not move from this spot until they get it.

-birthdays are fun.

-jingliu wonders EVERY YEAR wether a weapon would be appropriate yet.

-baiheng putting actual thought into it like. This. Present. Must. Be. P E R F E C T. Every year.

-Jing yuan just buying whatever is popular with kids of that specific age. After xingyue baby's 6th birthday yingxing tells him to tone it down, considering the baby is getting increasingly frustrated with the toys. So he buys the equivalent of crayons.

-everything is colored with crayons. But xingyue child is having fun so dan feng can't really be mad at them.

-(any and all attendants that scold xingyue baby will have the choice between quitting or early hatching rebirth)

-xingyue baby: "i made a marshmallow jingliu! She's always angry because everyone is so much more incompetent than her."

-jingliu: "it's okay"

-the baby burning themself on the forge. Yingxing is. Tired. Puts them on a baby chair and tells them to stay there.

-xingyue baby trying to shake the chair - to get closer to the forge. Chair falls over, baby cries.

-yingxing looking back at the baby. They're not hurt. Then saying loudly "what did i tell you!?"

-baby stops crying

-waits a few more seconds before walking over to pick them up. Baby's fine. Will not let go of yingxing though.

-time to go home then. Just holding the child. Sits down at home and cries a little. Hugging xingyue baby still.

-checks up on the baby at least 5 more times before dan feng comes home.

-dan feng: "...[baby], are you okay?" "Yes" "why is daddy crying?" "I fell with a chair" "alright"

-putting the child in bed. Going back to yingxing.

-yingxing laying his head on dan fengs lap "i'm a horrible father" "...no you're not." Cue A LOT of consoling.

-baby, 10 years old, (slow grow bc premature but also hybrid), looks like 6. Gets a dagger made by daddy.

-immediately tries to stab. The ground. Yingxing thinks the child's gonna need another in less than a year if this continues.

This is where the real angst begins. (I'm tweaking the events a little)

-some short time before xingyue childs 11th birthday. Like maybe 1-2 weeks.

-dan feng returning home. Xingyue child greeting their father.

-dan feng hands the child something. A bundle. Then talks to the attendants. (Tells them to look after xingyue child and, well, bailu) child opens the bundle to find, a baby. (<- that's bailu)

-dan feng telling the child. "Do not, under any circumstances, leave the house, until i'm back."

-"circum, stan,...?" "It means no matter what happens." "Okay" "and, look after bailu. She's your sister now."

-then he leaves. And after a few days, the attendants take bailu, and leave.

-"uhm, but, bailu-" the attendants glare at the child and slap them "do not speak the high elders name, you filthy disgrace" (im fucking crying, why tf what tf)

-then xingyue child just. Waits.

-yx and df never told anyone that *fingerguns* xingyue child is their bio child. The only people who know that, at this point, are a few from the artisanship commission, jing yuan and jingliu. The preceptors probably don't even know.

-(i like to think df used cloudhymn to hide xingyue childs tail and possibly horns)

-after a few months they get thrown out. The preceptors want the building, some bullshit reason.

Don't worry, it gets worse.

-xingyue child understanding that if they get acknowledged as df's child, bailu might be in trouble. So they decide, at 15, to cut off their own horns and tail.

-(au in which these will grow back occasionally. Which makes this worse bc they have to cut them regularly)

-xingyue child kinda starving on the streets. Getting chased off by local shop owners.

-xingyue child stealing and or begging so they don't starve. And hoping that bailu is somewhat better off.

-starting work in the artisanship commission bc the current master used to work with yingxing.

-also younger people (12-18) who don't really know/remember yingxing bullying them.

-(also. Kinda footnote-ish. Jing yuan couldn't take care of them bc grief. Jingliu had. Other reasons. Yk.)

-xingyue child was just kinda forgotten in the aftermath of all that (tm)

-the luofu is large so it makes sense that none of the main characters, nor dan heng or blade, crossed paths with the child.

-at some point their eyes turned the same color as dan fengs. They learned cloudhymn. The bare minimum somewhat. They turned their hair the same color as yingxings using cloudhymn.

-buys lunches for kids who are struggling. "Children shouldn't have to starve."

-(that's how they met yanqing, 3-5 years ago, depending on how old you hc yanqing)

-they check on bailu occasionally, from afar

-if, let's see, blade ever finds out how people treated his child (only, if he remembers, that the child. Is. HIS child.) Heads will roll. People will go through spontaneous hatching rebirth right left and center.

-df probably knew he wouldn't see them again but had full trust (in a 10 year old child. Mentally and physically 6. Great)

-in canon it's been i think 20 years so xingyue child would be. 30, 31. But physically somewhere at around 15 and mentally at a very mature 20. It's the trauma.

-attendant: "oh, i've seen the reincarnation of df the other day. Think he's gonna visit df's child?" Jing yuan: "df's... child..."

-LEGIT BABY WAS JUST FORGOTTEN NOW SUDDENLY YOU GET A REMINDER "hey didnt your best friends have a child" "oh i knew i forgot something"

-nbd, the child had attendants look after them all this time, right?

-...right?

-a lot of people are about to lose their jobs if not more

-spontaneous hatching rebirth is at an all time high (avoid THESE foods to reduce the risk---)

-do the "parents" remember their child? Probably not... but the uncle does (now)

-and jingliu still remembers that marshmallow probably (is... is that a good thing?)

-suddenly everyone wanting to know about xingyue child. Person of public interest nr.1 but they just. want to be left alone.

-barely noticed the sanctus medicus + stellaron issue. Just upset that they can't work until the cloud knights cleared out the place.

-cloud knights are also upset. No weapons will be fixed in the meantime. It's a loss for everyone involved.

-the good news are, since they'd rather wait at their 1-room-flat than the artisanship commission (they live outside of it), they can now be pestered by jing yuan, yanqing, or any attendants that jing yuan sends, 24/7.

___ ___ ___

Alternative ending (more angst- or something like that)

-The preceptors find out that xingyue child is dan fengs(!) Bio child.

-dan heng remembers bits and pieces of xingyue child. Including that they're dan fengs bio child.

-blade remembers. He's not in the right mind to take care of a child, he keeps telling himself.

-at some point, in scalegorge, (with dan heng IL) they find a small mirage echo.

-"!! Father, you're back!" "The attendants took bailu away... i'm sorry..." "The preceptors say that i have to go through hatching rebirth, like you did." "But, you came back, so i don't have to do that, right?" "Although... maybe you're a mirage..." "they say when hatching rebirth happens, a mirage could be created..." "father, i'm scared..." "will i get to see you again when i do the same thing? I hope so..." "i'm so scared... but i'll be brave... i promise..." "i'm sorry... i'm sorry..."

-dan heng is probably crying. Not bc he 100% remembers, but bc the voice of the child makes him sad for some reason. Kid sounds so familiar too, he thinks, as the last bits of the echo vanish in his grasp, he whispers "wait, don't go..."

-the preceptors decided to make xingyue child the next imbibitor lunae/ high elder, but they don't want them to remember dan feng. So made them go through hatching rebirth like that's gonna help somehow.

-well, dan heng is sad and angry, and decides now would be the perfect timing for that "conversation" the preceptors so desperately wanted to have with him.

-he brings blade ("out of 5-" "the preceptors unhatched your child. Do you want a piece of the action or-" "...lead the way") and they're essentially undoing the house.

-the audacity too, considering it's the house dan feng and yingxing used to live in together.

-then they hear kids laughter. They walk up to the door. Locked. So dan heng hits the door with his tail twice.

-laughter stops. Excited squeal, little steps towards the door, hits the door with their tail (and half their body) twice. "Papa!!"

-i mean, the door never stood a chance. And dan heng (IL) picks the child up, SIGNIFICANTLY SMALLER THAN THE MIRAGE ECHO

-this incarnation of xingyue child seems maybe 2 or 3 years old. And the child doesn't remember them. They do remember the horns. Dan fengs horns, technically.

-also. They have the same issues. Hearing difficulty, breathing problems, learning disability and slow growth. Additionally, now they twitch.

-the preceptors can count themselves lucky that dan feng isn't around anymore. Bc he would have killed for the child.

-now everyone finds out that 1.the child was treated badly and 2.absolutely no one looked after the child. And 3.they're gonna have to live with the knowledge that the child was terrified, absolutely miserable and possibly starving in the hours leading up to what was essentially their death.

_____

Here, have some tissues- AW DANGIT WE'RE OUT AGAIN!!

#i'm eating gilbird #honkai star rail #//xingyue child #xingyue #renheng #hsr blade #hsr dan heng #hsr dan feng #hsr yingxing

[walesfootball]

Dogs and Cats - Alexia Putellas x Reader

Y/N has a fear of dogs, Alexia wants her to meet Nala.

Drawing from personal experience, I'm not a dog person. I wasn't attacked by a dog like in the story, don't worry, but cats are my thing.

You are part of a very small majority of people. People look at you weird when you admit this, or when it comes up in conversation. But you hate dogs. Now, hate is a strong word. But you really do hate them. You were attacked by a big dog a few years ago. Even now you can remember the rough teeth ripping into your skin, the blood dripping down your face and arms and legs, and the ugly noises that came out of the dog. Your breath quickens just thinking about it.

You’d been walking around the park when you saw a big St. Bernard approaching you slowly. You didn’t think anything of it, you’d always thought they were nice dogs. You’d seen the ‘Beethoven’ films, clearly they are all like him. Right? He ran up to you, and the last thing you saw before crouching your head down trying to protect every part of you were these big dripping teeth. You came out with purple and black bruises everywhere, bite marks, and deep cuts which needed stitches. It took a few weeks for you to physically recover, but you still hadn’t recovered mentally.

Every time you saw a dog now, you’d cross the street or would get as far as you could away from them. Your friends who had dogs would assure you that their dog didn’t bite and were the kindest animals ever, but you had believed that once and weren’t going to be tricked into thinking that again.

Alexia had a dog. Nala. Granted, she was a small dog, but she still scared you. You had been dating Alexia a little over five weeks. The two of you started out as very good friends since you’d joined Barcelona and had become inseparable ever since. The only problem was that not only did she have a dog, whom she loved very much, but also, she had no idea that you harboured such a deep fear of dogs. She would 100% dump you if she found out! That you were sure of.

Over the last five weeks, and beforehand, you would make your excuses to avoid her home at all costs, not wanting to see the dog. You would invite her over to yours instead where your cat, Benny, resided. Cats were perfect for you. Benny was perfect for you. He didn’t bite or scratch, he just liked to cuddle, sleep, and eat. A bit like yourself. Alexia had met Benny, and loved him. He was a white cat, with a few black spots scattered around his small body. She loved the pictures you’d take of him, some closer to his face than need be and others would be a selfie of the both of you. She loved having these photos and saved them to her phone.

Alexia would send you pictures of Nala, too. She wouldn’t get the same reaction from you, but didn’t think anything of it. You would send a meaningless emoji back or a short text saying ‘cute’ or ‘she’s lovely’. You didn’t mean any of it. And you hated being so horrible about a dog that was a part of her family, someone who she cared so deeply about. But this fear at the back of your mind, and that St. Bernard dog, was stopping you from loving Nala as much as Alexia.

If the relationship was going to work with Alexia, you’d have to accept Nala.

——

You felt arms snake around your waist as you were waiting for training to begin. A gentle kiss placed behind your right ear brought you out of your thoughts and into the present. You leaned back into the body behind you, letting your head rest on her left shoulder as you placed your arms around hers.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come to mine tonight?”

Your eyes went wide. You knew Alexia felt you tense up in how she pulled you back a little to see the look on your face.

“Um… would you prefer to come to mine instead? It’s closer.”

“Amor, you haven’t been to mine yet. And you can meet Nala. Finally.”

“Yeah…” You forced a smile out, knowing it was weak. You had to tell her, you had to tell her now, “Look, I just don’t really like-“

“Groups of two! Partner up with someone who plays in the same position as you!” Jonatan screamed for everyone to hear him.

“We’ll talk later.” Alexia ran off to partner with Patri.

You stood there, cringing at whatever would happen after training.

——

You had changed out of your training kit and grabbed your bag as quick as you could. If you just walked out of the training facility and just pretend you forgot you’d made plans with Alexia, you’re almost sure she wouldn’t take it personally.

As you walked down the corridor, passing the toilets to your right, and then passing the small gym to your left. You could see the exit. The big double doors lighting up the closer you got to them, almost like the pearly gates of heaven. You began to smile and your feet moving faster.

“Y/N! Wait!”

Shit. Alexia.

You turned around to see her half-dressed, still with her training shorts on and putting her shirt on with her right hand, with her left hand dragging her bag as quickly as she could to catch up with you. You felt awful and could only wait for her to make it to you. You gave her a small smile as she looked into your eyes, winded.

“I thought you were coming to mine. I’ve never seen you get ready so fast.” Alexia laughed, not noticing the devastation on your face as she got dressed in the reception area of the building.

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, to cringe or smile, “I’m sorry. I completely forgot. I’ve got things to do, ya know. Had to leave quickly.”

“What things?”

“You know… things.”

“I don’t know. You’ll have to be clearer.”

“I’ve just got to go home.”

“Oh,” Alexia’s face dropped but nodded anyway, “that’s fine. I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

Your heart broke for her. You didn’t want to come off as mean or ungrateful, but you couldn’t see that dog. What if she bit you? What if she attacked you? What if you needed stitches and a cast again? You couldn’t go through that trauma again, so you pushed Alexia away. You walked away from Alexia without saying a word, she watched your every step until you walked around the corner towards the car park. You drove home quietly to find Benny sleeping on the sofa, looking up when he’d heard the door close and made his way towards his food bowls.

You’d given him a pouch of cat food, and sat down on the sofa. Your bag sitting next to you as you looked up at the ceiling. You’d ruined a relationship that had barely started because of this stupid fear of yours. You sat back up and watched Benny eating his food. The only thing on your mind was the heartbroken look on Alexia’s face when you shook her off like she was nothing. You looked at your right hand, the part of your body that had gotten the brunt of the attack as you tried pushing the dog away with your dominant hand. The scar still as clear as ever. You stroked the scar with your index finger with your other hand. You remembered that day too well, now it might be time to let it go, or at least work through it.

In the time you’ve known Alexia, you knew she would never put you in harms way. You could see a future with this girl, and you were throwing it away because of this fear. A completely rational fear, but an obstacle in your life that stopped you from pursuing things further. Other couples go through countless other obstacles like cheating, family troubles, or a fear of being loved. But your fear was of dogs. You have to laugh because when you put it in that perspective it makes no sense.

You should be over with Alexia now. At her house. Having dinner with her, possibly watching a film, and going to sleep side by side. Not stuck in your flat on your own, listening to Benny lap up his food.

Come on, you can do this, you told yourself over and over again.

You got up from the sofa, taking your overnight bag with you that you always leave by your door. You said goodbye to Benny, earning a meow back, and walked over to Alexia’s home.

As soon as you got to her door, you stopped. There’s a dog in there. A small dog at that, but still a dog. Your rational and irrational thoughts were fighting against each other.

She could bite me. She’s a small dog, what harm could she possibly do?

She could rip my arm off or eat me. That’s not possible. And Alexia wouldn’t let that happen!

That dog is the devil itself. Get a grip, just knock the door.

Before you could even turn around or overthink yourself into oblivion, your fist tapped the door. This is it.

Alexia opens the door fairly quickly. She had changed into a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms, and an old white t-shirt that belonged to you. She looked beautiful. She looked surprised to see you, not knowing whether to smile or berate you.

“Hi. I hope it’s okay I came over. I’m sorry for before.”

“It’s okay. I just don’t understand.”

You hear a bark coming from inside the house. Your jaw clenched and your hands started to sweat.

“Do you want to come in?” Alexia opened her door, inviting you in.

You gulped and took a nervous step in, “Nice place.”

“You could’ve seen it earlier if you wanted to.”

“I am sorry. I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“How could you disappoint me, amor?” She chuckled, not understanding the nervousness.

You kept looking around her home, expecting Nala to jump out like a clown. To attack you.

“You okay? You look like you’re going to be ill.” Alexia held your arms, taking a better look at you.

“Who? Me? No.”

“You’re acting weird. Sit down.”

She grabbed your hand and lead you to the living room. That’s when you saw her. Nala. You gulped again. You kept reminding yourself how stupid this was.

“I’ll get you some water.” Alexia left you in the room alone with Nala. Both of you looking at each other. Her big black eyes looked evil to you, her small tail wagging erratically, and her tongue panting. You didn’t take your eyes off of her, terrified that if you did she would make her move.

Alexia came back and placed the glass of water in your hands, “Ahh, you’ve finally met Nala.”

At the sound of her name, Nala got up and made her way towards Alexia to sit on her lap who had now sat by your side on the other side of the sofa. You’d sat as far as you could.

You got up quickly. Alexia looking up at you as Nala arrived in her arms.

“Y/N?”

“I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”

“Do what?” Alexia looked so confused.

“This.”

“I knew it. You’re breaking up with me.” Alexia’s eyes were getting cloudy as the look of disappointment covered her face.

“What? No!” You panicked.

“I don’t understand. I thought we were good together. You’ve been acting weird all day with me as soon as I mentioned you coming over.” She picked up Nala and put her to the side on the sofa. She stood up to look right in your eyes.

“I don’t want to break up with you. That’s the last thing I want to do.”

“Then what is it?!” She snapped, getting frustrated.

“It’s… it’s really stupid.” You looked down at your feet.

Alexia held your chin gently, forcing you to look up at her, “It’s not stupid. Whatever it is, I’m here for you. Just please tell me.”

You took a deep breath, “I’m really scared of dogs.”

It was silent for a minute. Alexia snorted.

“It’s not funny!”

“No it isn’t! But… is that what this is about? Is this why you’ve never come over to mine before?” She gave you a cute smile, now holding your cheek in her right hand.

“I told you it was stupid.”

“It isn’t stupid. I thought you wanted to break up with me. The last thing on my mind was that you’re scared of dogs. It kinda makes me happy that that’s all it is.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it can be a little embarrassing. And I’m sure Nala is lovely, but I can’t… it’s hard.” It was difficult for you to admit this to Alexia. You’d never admitted this to anyone. Your family and close friends knew, but no one else. Dogs were seen as these cute animals of a friendly nature. You felt the complete opposite about them.

“Why are you so scared of dogs?” Alexia took you over to the dining table, not wanting to scare you being too close to Nala.

“A few years ago I was attacked by a St. Bernard in a local park. This dog was massive. And he ran up to me, grabbed me, and left with with a lot of injuries. I felt like a rag doll in his mouth, Ale. I’ve been scared of them ever since.”

“I’m sorry.” Alexia reached out to touch your hands which were lying on the table. Her thumbs rubbing calming circles.

“No I’m sorry. I’ve probably made it really awkward for you.”

“You haven’t. I want to help. You deserve to experience a kind dog. You’ve probably heard that before, but I think you and Nala will get on.” She smiled hopefully.

You took a shaky breath and nodded, “Okay. I trust you.”

“Good. We’ll start off slowly. You’ll be best friends in no time.”

You laughed with her as you buried your head in your hands, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Alexia kissed your cheek proudly before leaving the room to get your overnight bag.

——

Over the next few months, Alexia tried helping you with your fear of dogs by using Nala as a sort of exposure therapy. You started saving pictures of Nala on your phone and watching videos of dogs online, you would go out with Alexia as she took Nala out on a walk guided by a leash, and you started sitting next to Nala.

Petting and playing with Nala was extremely difficult. You could see her spiked teeth gripping the toy when Alexia would play with her. You were scared she’d turn and attack you if you tried petting her.

None of this would be possible if you didn’t have Alexia by your side throughout it all. Anytime you lost hope, she was there to restore it. Anytime you almost gave up because of how stupid you thought it was, she would be there to counteract every bad thought you had, willing you to carry on.

——

You sat next to Nala on the sofa. This must’ve been the hundredth time you’d done so. She’d never bitten you, scratched you, or killed you. Your worst fears had never been backed up by Alexia’s dog. You felt kind of safe. Not completely. But safe enough. 

Alexia was in the kitchen, watching from afar. The three of you had reached a point now where you could be left alone with Nala, but you still wanted to feel Alexia’s presence. She would start off on the other side of the room, and then would venture off into the kitchen. A small window overlooked the living room from the kitchen so she had a perfect view of you and Nala.

Your hand reached out towards Nala’s face. Her tail wagging excitedly, waiting for you to touch her. You took a deep breath. Your hand moving closer and closer, shaking every step of the way. As soon as your hand settled on Nala, you smiled widely. Your hand stayed there, unmoving, as you looked excitedly towards Alexia who was also smiling widely towards the both of you on the sofa.

“If you’d have told me a year ago that I would be petting a dog… no way would I have believed you.”

“I’m so proud of you, mi amor.” Alexia moved back into the living room, sitting in front of you and Nala on the coffee table. She leaned forward to kiss your lips, only stopping when you couldn’t stop smiling.

“I still prefer cats though.” You laughed when you saw Alexia’s face dropping sarcastically.

You still weren’t keen on dogs, but Nala you could handle. In small doses.

#woso imagine #Alexia putellas #Alexia Putellas x reader #espwnt #woso imagines

[missamyrisa2]

How about a story where a fem ticker ties you down and tickles your royal parts to ticklegasm and is obsessed with tapping her long nails on your belt at the same time

Oooh gosssh~ you reallly want me to wreck myself, don't you? Alright~~

It all started with that silly party game. Word associations, I never thought that would be my downfall. And yet ~ here I am, colorful scarves lining my wrists and running over my legs. She didn't have any rope handy. It's a comfy chair, really, and I can at least sit and appreciate its construction as I wiggle myself to madness while she continues to file her nails in front me. That stupid emery board, why does it have to be so scratchy? That sound is like twirling little puffs in my ears ~ mmmh. My toes are wiggling and I know she sees it. My cheeks burn with blush. I just had to chance playing "feathers" in the word association to sensual, I couldn't let it go. I thought it would be funny to play something innocuous for this woman I found so attractive ~ and yet, here we are, a killer intuition that led her to ask me about it as the party winded down~

Those nails though, my gosh. Long, dark red, thick, and I can see the sparkle from here. Back and forth the board goes. I always wonder when I see nails like hers, my mind can’t help but watch how they move and ponder how many ticklish tummies or toes they’ve grazed. She finishes and tosses the file aside, immediately stepping closer to me. I expect to be asked if I’m ticklish, I guess she might wiggle her nails or taunt in some way. But she cocks her head slightly, purses a lip and viciously reaches for my sides. Not that my defenses are any good when I’m wearing a crop top, but I at least like to pretend I have a chance ~ and she gives me none. Those thick nail tips glide under my sweater and over my skin, grasping in that knowing way only an experienced tickler would ~ my questions of her experience are answered and then some. 

I can feel the rosebuds of blush on my cheeks spreading down over my neck. Her nails are barely moving, my sides quiver and my midsection writhes on the chair doing most of the work. That chuckle starts ~ it always gave me tingles. She was not the usual inclusion to our gaming group, a middle-aged divorcee looking for friendship. But she slotted right in and was always sweet to me ~ which made it even harder to hide my usual love of curvy mature ladies. Even as I giggle madly and feel my body losing control in that cage of dark red claws around my bouncing sides, I can’t help but love on that knowing squeaky chuckle along with the beautiful sleeveless top she wore. My belly trembles madly not only from the tickles but also the jiggles in her beautiful arms~

Finally through my giggles I manage the usual rambles ~ normally I’m bargaining and pleading and trying to distract out of the gate, but that immediate attack put me right into the high-pitched squeals. “You gotta stop you can’t tickle me I need to be at a ribbon cutting ceremony in five minutes I just remembered and mmmmhh the big scissors~!” I hear myself spit out between deep laughs. She chuckles that chuckle flashes me a flirty smile as a nail drags up my waist to my twitching navel. 

“Mhm. Now where’s that bellybutton?!” She squeaks out, poking her nail all the way in before wiggling it and scratching the hypersensitive skin at the bottom. 

“Nnnh but it’s open mic night and I have a tight ten minute set to do about how gum has gotten more minty lately!” 

“You don’t need jokes, you’re making me laugh with those cute giggles!” she retorts and walks her fingers up my ribs, scribbling wildly before darting into my underarms with spidery digs. “How about this, you go to your open mic night and I will tickle you the whole time. You’ll kill, I promise!” 

I scream out with ticklish laughs, nodding enthusiastically as both agreement and coping when her nails glide up to tease my neck before sliding down to torment my belly with graspy jumpy tickles across my quaking skin. And then I’m gasping, the sudden flood of pleasure from a pair of hands with intimate expertise. I glance down and see her tanned hands squeezing and stroking knowingly through my jeans over my princess part. 

“There. There’s a little pleasure to go with that intense...tickle torture!” She chimes, following my struggles on the chair to take in this sudden affection. I giggle-gasp and pull at my bonds, her nails tracing and grazing the swell in my pants, squeezing the tip lovingly through the fabric of the denim and my silky panties below. She alternates pure pleasure touches with strokes of her nails, the sound and sensation of them on the materials making me laugh out nervously as I become so helplessly aroused on the chair~

But I’m so much worse off when I hear those words, the dreaded attention on a particular part of my outfit~ “Hmm. Nice belt!” I choke back a giggly whimper, to which her intuition immediately seizes and she leans in looking at my eyes and then down to my silver flower-shaped belt buckle with the thick black length. I murmur a thank you and something about us getting a midnight snack run but I know she can’t be deterred from this curiosity. 

The snickering whimpering moans continue as she inspects, holding the oversized girly metal, tracing the length of the material, adjusting it slightly as my squirms have put it off-center. Finally, I break blushing giggling out. “Pleeease you have no idea what you’re doing to meee!” That chuckle, bubbles up. She doesn’t even have to say it, I can see that intent and my body quivers at this unbelievably sharp intuition.

Nails glide along my waist, right above the belt line, as the other hand continues to probe. She’s looking for that right sensation, the deep way to exploit this silly kink. I shake my head and bite my shivering lower lip. Her red talons at my midsection, gliding on that ticklish strip of exposed skin, perform an inquisition as her other hand explores while she measures my reactions. Not that it matters much because I’m rambling out confessions in record time as my pants strain to contain my obvious reactions to these touches~

“Mmmh okay okay okay okay okayyyy okay okay okay~~ jujjuust just just just just okayy! I have a thingy thing thang with my belt belt belt it’s sooo silly and ridiculous and whyyy it’s connected to tickles I don’t know buttt my buttt tingles because you’re touching it and your nailssss my gosh why are they soo perfect I mean you’re pretty and gorgeous and I love your curves and and and okay okay okay you’re touching ittt!!”

She’s chuckling knowingly the whole time, so delighted at what her touches have inspired. The worst is still on the way. My most dreaded sensation, the total lack of direct touch and yet absolutely devastating to my ears and wiggly body. A nail taps on the metal buckle, that sound makes me shiver and shake pulling at the scarves fruitlessly. It taps more, continuously, endlessly. She tests each petal on the flower. She taps the center incessantly because it makes me giggle out at the highest pitches. That sound invades my ears, the indirect sensation makes my hips buck. I twist side to side and her nails follow, tappa tappa tappa. 

“Well now I know what to do any time you’re winning at video games!” She chuckles, her other hand again reaching for my princess part. I plead and whimper again telling her she has no idea what she’s doing to my body. Her eyebrows raise as she gives me knowing smirk that nearly makes me lose control right then and there ~ but oh, she’s such a pro. Her little rubs on my aching swollen princess part are spaced and timed to draw it out as long as possible. 

Those wicked nails alternate their duties as she takes me right into fuzzy madness. As one set taps and clicks and presses on my belt making me moan, the other is playfully poking my bellybutton and strumming the rim before squeezing a side. Then they flip, with the tapping hand slipping into the waistline of my pants back and forth while the other is spidering the buckle making me howl with helpless sensation. My rambles never cease, but only grow more nonsensical.

“Mmmmh fancy pants these are fancy pants I’m gonna flowergasm the cloud and take this chair bye bye okayyy okay okay okayyy I confess I made the crop circles your nails circle around and it’s soo bad why are your nails sooo amazing!!”

And just as my head starts to list to the side in sensory overload, a piercing buzzing sound makes my hair whip back up in shock. She grins as a travel magic wand is taken between my legs. I gasp and try to scoot out of the chair, legs quivering and shaking. She nods assuringly and starts drawing the vibrating bulb up and down the bulge in my pants, her other hand split with the thumb nail tapping the belt as the other nails wave like windy grass against my tummy.  “You’re gonna cum for me little princess. And you’re gonna love it.”

That was it, those words were all it took. I could barely stand the vibrations on that death spot even through the thick layer of denim and silky layer below of my pink filly panties. The tingles travelling through the materials, her knowing eyes on my shaking teased body ~ it was all too much. That loss of body control never gets any less tickly teasy ~ my thighs quivering, hips bucking, tummy trembling and my near-soundless gigglemoans nonstop as the buzzing wand stayed tight to my princess part all as it melted. She made me ticklegasm right then and there, fully clothed sitting on a chair with her wicked tickly nails simply touching my belt and belly lightly to draw out the orgasmic starry-eyed sensations as long as possible while a little visible wet spot grew in my pants.

My body went limp in the chair, every touch electrically stimulating the last princess drops from my royal area. I was dimly aware of the movements. She untied me and grazed her fingers on my body as I writhed and squirmed, helped over to the bed. My clothes came off at some point, I suppose I helped a little. My energy came rolling back as I felt aware that I was in my panties now, though she had put the belt back on me, and my face was resting in her big bosom. That chuckle started as I felt her powerful arms around my body, nails grazing my back side. “Ready for more~”

Not a question, a declaration~

[oohfluffy]

Still You | DKS

Fluffy's note: Hi! This is my fourth series to be posted here in Tumblr. I know it's been a long long time since I went on hiatus due to my super busy college life in architecture school. Many might have left already or forgotten that this blog exists, but I'd still be happy to share this story with the ones who are still here. I'm currently writing this one, so expect slow updates from this turtle author :< hope you guys are all safe and well!

Group: EXO

Member: Do Kyungsoo

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Neighbor!AU

stillness. and then, you came.

This book cover is edited by yours truly again.  😘

Still

It was a very rainy day.

You couldn't help but to buy a cup of coffee at the cafe right across from your workplace after work. Your boss lashed out at you for a little mistake, everyone's in a bad mood, your blouse got caught on a random metal wire by your desk, and the photocopy machine decided to break as soon as you were clicking its start button.

Fuck, you thought like a mantra. 

Of all the days in the week, why did you have to be so unlucky today? A monday, really?

"That would be ₩5,560, ma'am… Ma'am?" 

"Oh," you cursed in your head as you took out whatever bill you had in your wallet. Your cheeks burned as you felt the stare the cashier was giving you. He must have been calling you thrice now. "Here, I'm sorry."

"No problem. I received ₩6,000."

You unconsciously scratched the back of your neck as you looked up. 

Why didn't I look up earlier?

The cashier had his thick eyebrows furrowed as he pressed his finger tips on the screen in front of him, quickly pulling out the drawer to place the bills he got. His dark hair looked so neat and thick that it made me want to touch and ruffle it. He wasn't smiling, but his cheeks are so plump and—

"Your change, ma'am."

You blinked your eyes a couple of times before you focused on his face. His rounded eyes were staring into yours with indifference, but why the hell did your heart pound so quickly? You snatched the change from his hand before taking your order away. 

"Thanks." You mumbled shyly as you embarrassingly got out of the line. 

Shit, he's cute. I think he's new here? You thought as you bit your lip, placing your cup on the table right by the glass wall facing the sidewalk. You could still see him from this area. You just noticed that most of the customers were old people and a minority were girls, probably from the nearby high school. 

"I couldn't see his name tag. How stupid." You said to yourself as you took a sip from your cup. It was already past 5pm. "Ugh, I need to get home." 

Who the hell forgot her umbrella then? Nam Eunjoo.

"I officially hate this day." 

"Excuse me." 

"Fuck." You exclaimed as you almost spilled your hot coffee. Your eyes were already blazing, ready to release all of the stored stresses and frustrations of this day. "Who the hell—"

"I'm so sorry! Were you hurt? Did it spill? I'll get a mop, first, and I'll refill your cup." 

It was the cute cashier.

"N-No, no need. Uhm, it didn't get to my pants." You were surprised that he panicked, his warm and calming voice raising which still sounded like music to your ears. You quickly took a peek at his name tag.

Kyungsoo

"So, what did you need, Kyungsoo-ssi?" You were hesitating if you should look into his eyes, but that would mean your cheeks would be on fire. 

"We're offering rentable umbrellas since it's been pouring for a while now." He raised an umbrella on his right hand, still with an unreadable expression. Can't he smile a bit? "Just go to the counter and write your name. It's going to be limited, so if you badly need one, you can take one." He looked at the spilled coffee on your table and frowned. "I'll refill that cup."

"It's really fine, I'll be going after a few minutes anyway." You smiled, trying to look as harmless as you can. "Thanks for the heads up, I'll surely rent one 'cause I badly need one, heh." You awkwardly chuckled as you glanced at his reaction.

He didn't look happy with the spilled coffee.

"I'll drink the rest of this one," You raised the cup as you nodded at him. "Thanks."

"Okay then." He slowly bowed before moving onto the next table.

He's cute, but he could at least look friendly? 

"Am I that annoying today? No one even wants to smile at me. Sucks." You mumbled as you looked out by the glass window. The street lights start to light up, and the number of people walking increases as the sun sets, marking the end of the day. It was just the beginning of the week, but you feel like your exhaustion meter was at its peak already. 

After 10 minutes, you made sure to drink all of the coffee inside that cup, thinking how that cashier guy stared at your spilling— that was his fault anyway. You stood up from your seat, and walked to the counter as he said earlier. You glanced at the side and he was not in sight. 

He must be on break or out of his shift already.

"Excuse me, I'll be renting one please." You told the girl by the counter, who smiled instantly as she handed you the paper full of names with numbers. "I'll be writing only my name, right?"

"Yes, we'll be giving you an assigned number so we can easily take note of who rented the umbrellas." She said in a light manner, so much in contrast to that previous guy. You quickly wrote your name and paid a very reasonable amount. "Thank you. See you again tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you."

You took the umbrella which was lighter than yours and walked out of the cafe. It was still heavily raining, but people were still loud and laughing with the umbrellas over their heads. Some were even running around with their coats serving as a cover, but they were all smiling. 

How lucky.

You quickly spread open the umbrella as you got out, preparing yourself to walk back across the street. The bus station was a few blocks away, but it's better than before where you had to take a taxi to the nearest station from your home. You just need to take this one route—

"Excuse me, ma'am!" You were suddenly pulled back by someone. Someone with a very familiar voice.

"Shit!" You cursed loudly as you felt the cold rainwater slightly wet your bag. You let out a deep sigh before looking back at the person who stopped you. "What the hell do you want now?"

His eyes were glimmering, reflecting the street lights so clearly you nearly got drawn into them. His hair was slightly ruffled, his apron smudged with a few colors, and his cheeks were red. You thought he wasn't around anymore.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I think I made you feel bad. Well, you're not the first one." He awkwardly touched his cheek. You instantly thought that he heard you mumble earlier. Oh god, just let the ground swallow me whole now. "I know this is not much, but here's a freebie as compensation." He handed you a small bag of cookies with a pink ribbon. "I hope you still come back. I'll work on my friendliness."

"Pft." You took the bag of cookies with a big grin, excited with the freebie. Not just the freebie though.  "Well, I'm not holding any grudge, that's just very low. I like the coffee here, and I just work right across the street, so I'll surely be coming back. And yeah," You slightly waved the umbrella in your hand. "I need to return this one."

Kyungsoo widened his eyes as he realized that. He looked at your eyes briefly before looking at the street. You figured that he's embarrassed as well, making you chuckle as you realize you two might be more similar than you thought.

"Thank you for the cookies. I really appreciate the gesture, but you didn't have to. I would have appreciated your words all the same." You smiled.

"Yeah, I'd take note of that." 

And then, he smiled.

It was so beautiful that your mind buffered for a second. 

How lucky. You thought.

—

this is just the prologue.

☘ Ch.1

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