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thatgirlstrawberry · 1 year

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How to Lie to a Behavior Analyst pt. 2

In which Y/N still thinks her dad doesn’t know about her and Spencer’s relationship. Rossi sets his daughter up on a date at his book signing party….

Warnings: semi-smutty scenes, cursing, you’ll probably get second hand embarrassment, Fluff, cute/horny/loveydovey!Spencer, JEALOUS!SPENCER

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

“Do you think we have too much sex?”

This question caught Spencer off guard seeing as they were literally in the middle of having sex. He paused his movements and looked at her. “Uhhhh no?” He shook his head. “Do you?”

Y/N quirked an eyebrow. “No. But I’m just trying to figure out the societally acceptable amount of sex to be having.”

With this Spencer busted out laughing. “Do you think we have over the societally acceptable amount?”

She shrugged, smiling up at him. “I mean we have sex a lot but I don’t think too much.”

Spencer chuckled. “Where did this come from?”

Y/N wiggled her hips as Spencer continued his movements, pushing into her over and over again. “Oh fu— it’s just my next door neighbor has like a lot of sex— all the time and it’s loud.” She nodded, moaning in between her words. “Like I was up until four am one night because she was moaning like a fuckin’ diseased cat.”

“How come I’ve never heard her?” He asked, groaning loudly.

Y/N titled head. “Oh so you want to hear her moan?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

“What— no!” Spencer exclaimed.

She rolled her eyes laughing. “Kidding!” She hit his shoulder.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

The next day, Y/N was at her dad’s house baking a bunch of desserts for his book signing party the next day.

“Dad, how many mini strawberry shortcakes did you need?” She asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Um… 10, i think.” He nodded. “Y/N/N, sweetheart can I ask you a question?” He asked.

She cleared her throat. “Sure.” She smiled, wiping the flower off of her forehead.

“Are you seeing anyone?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow. She froze for a millisecond.

She remembered the text Spencer had sent her two weeks before at the dinner party her father held.

How to lie to a behavior analyst: Don’t maintain excessive eye contact, keep your voice even, say my name if you refer to me, don’t fidget— I love you

She licked her lips and glanced at him before busying her hands with mixing the cake batter together. “No, why?” She asked, her voice calm.

He shrugged and leaned on the kitchen island. She didn’t turn back to look at him. “Oh, good.” He smiled. “I have this friend and he has a son. I wanted you guys to meet.”

Y/N swallowed hard and let out a quiet scoff. “Really?” She shook her head, turning around and smiling. “You’re trying to set me up now?”

Rossi shrugged. “I just noticed that you haven’t been in a relationship in a while and I think you would love Benjamin Fitz.”

“Your friends with Eric Fitz and his son?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. Eric Fitz was a very… controversial news paper company man. Her shoulders tensed.

“Yes. He always made me look good in the paper.” Rossi joked, strolling over to his daughters side. “So, what do you say? Will you meet Benny?”

If I say no, he’ll definitely catch on.

Y/N smiled tightly and inhaled through her nose. “I-of course! It’s not like I’m seeing anyone so, it should be fun!” She said, internally scolding herself for speaking so fast.

Rossi nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll let Eric know.”

Spencer is gonna fuckin’ kill me

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N shivered as Spencer’s finger tips lightly glided across her back. They were laying in bed just soaking up each other’s company. She had been holding back the fact that she was set up on a date by her father since she saw him.

She could tell Spencer was about to fall asleep because his fingers started to move slower and slowly. “Hey, Spence?” She spoke quietly.

He inhaled deeply, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. “Yeah, baby?”

“Uh…” She bit her lip. “So… I um… my dad— he set me up on a date tomorrow night at his book signing party.”

Spencer’s eyes got wide. “What!?”

The woman sighed and sat up, straddling his thighs. “I— my dad asked me if I was seeing anyone and I told him no because then he would find out about us and then he asked me if he could set me up with his friend’s son and I said yes because I thought it would seem like I was seeing someone even though I just told him that I wasn’t.” She spoke very quickly and Spencer found it hard to keep with her words but he got the gist.

“So you’re going on a date with someone else?” He asked, his eyes dropped down.

Y/N tilted her head and she bit her lip. “Aw Spence, no— well yes but no.” She shook her head. “It might be a date for him but it won’t be a date for me. It’s gonna be torture.” She placed her hands on his cheeks. “I’m gonna hate every second of it because I won’t be with you, okay?”

Spencer nodded. “W-well… what are you gonna wear?” He asked, his eyes avoiding hers.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek. “I will literally show up in sweatpants if that would make you feel more comfortable.”

He pouted a little bit. “You look really sexy in sweatpants.” Y/N giggled quietly.

“I’ll wear a trash bag— a potato sack! Anything you want me to wear, I’ll wear it.” She nodded.

Spencer smiled, his pouty lips fading away. “I want you to wear…” He thought for a minute. “That pretty white dress that I like on you.”

She quirked a brow. “But you said I look sexy in that one.” She traced circles on his chest.

Spencer leaned forward and kissed her. “I want him to see how sexy you look and I want him to know that he can’t have you.” He whispered. A breath left her lips and she smiled.

She was about to lean in and kiss him again but the ‘diseased cat’ who she shared a wall wit started making noises.

Y/N gasped and slapped Spencer’s chest. “Oh my god! Do you hear!?”

Spencer stopped and listened for a moment before laughing. “Holy shit, why does she sound like that?” He asked through his laughter.

Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes. “We’re never gonna be able to sleep now!” She shouted, doubting that cat lady could hear it over her dramatic moans.

Spencer pulled her closer with a smirk. “We’ll just have to show her what pretty noises sound like.”

“Oh my god, please make me scream.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N nervously looked around as she clutched her bag in her hands. She stood by her dad’s signing table. He wasn’t there, he was making rounds but she stood there in her tight white dress, waiting for him to show up with her ‘date’. She rolled her eyes even thinking about it.

Soon, her father and a tall blonde man emerged from the crowd of people and headed towards the table.

The first think she noticed about Benjamin Fitz was that he looked her up and down unashamed.

She gave a fake smile to her father and a head nod to Benjamin. “Bella, you look lovely.” Rossi smiled, hugging his daughter and kissing her on both cheeks.

“This is an amazing turn out, daddy.” She smiled, kissing his cheek. They stood in the rental area of a very fancy wine and dine restaurant. She looked at the blonde man next to her father. “You must be Benjamin. It’s nice to meet you.” She smiled, holding out her hand.

“Please, call me Ben.” He winked and instead of shaking her hand, he pulled her in for a hug. His hands landed on her waist and her eyes widened, pulling away quickly as she laughed it off. “And your Y/N?”

She nodded, glancing at her father who had squinted eyes, observing the two. “Y-yes. It’s nice to meet you.” She said again, looking back at him. She had to admit, he wasn’t ugly.

“You as well, sweetheart.”

Y/N blew air past her lips and she looked around. Rossi cleared his throat. “Oh, I see one of my friends.” He smiled, glancing between his daughter and Ben. “I’ve got to make rounds. Have fun you two.”

“Thanks, dad.” She gritted her teeth as he walked away.

Ben looked at her. “Where do they keep the booze?”

Be fucking for real.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N had been leaning against the wall listening to Ben talk about being a Lacrosse star in high school and college. She nodded along but she wasn’t really listening.

Suddenly, she saw a very familiar face over his shoulder. Her eyes widened and she almost choked on the champagne she was chugging.

“Uh, sorry to stop you there Ben but uh… could you give me a minute?” She asked. She didn’t give him a chance to respond before she pushed off of the wall and walked around him.

Her boyfriend stood in the middle of the room with a book in his hand and a very sexy suit. He looked at her and smiled. “Spencer, what the hell are you doing here?” She asked, looking around to make sure that her father wasn’t there and watching them.

He smiled. “I just so happen to have a book that Rossi hasn’t signed.” He shrugged.

“Oh, really?” She asked, a smile forming on her lips. “That’s the only reason you’re here?”

“Mhm.”

She squinted her eyes. “Not because you want to spy on Ben and I?”

Spencer blew a raspberry and rolled his eyes. “Please. Me? Spying? Nooooo.” Y/N raised her eyebrows.

“Okay.” She nodded. “Well, I gotta get back to my date so… I’ll see you later.” She winked.

She walked back over to Ben, swaying her hips for Spencer to look at. “Who was that?” The blonde asked.

Y/N sighed. “Oh, just one of my dad’s coworkers.” She shrugged.

Ben scoffed. “That twig is an FBI agent? He’s too tiny.” Y/N raised her eyebrows.

That twig’s dick Is most definitely not tiny.

She let out a fake giggle and waved his joke off. “More champagne?” She asked, nodding her head towards the catering woman who walked around with a tray.

“More? Really?” Ben asked. “You must be trying to get me drunk so you can take me home.” He laughed.

Y/N’s tongue slid across her teeth. “Yeah, most definitely not.” She shook her head. The woman walked by her and she snatched a glass off of the tray.

Spencer clenched his jaw as he watched Ben stare at his girlfriend like some porn actress.

I’m gonna kill him, I’m gonna kill him, I’m gonna kill hi—

“Reid! You made it!”

He snapped out of his jealous daze and looked down at Rossi. “Yes, I did.” He nodded.

Rossi held up his pen and his free hand. Spencer opened the book to the front page and held it up for him. He sighed the book quickly.

Spencer sighed before speaking. “If you knew Y/N and I are together then why did you set her up with him?” He asked, heavily annoyed.

He hummed. “I wanted to see how much she cared.”

Spencer squinted her eyes. “What do you mean?”

The man smiled. “I wanted to see if she cared enough about you and your relationship by going out with possibly the biggest pig in the city to to make sure that I didn’t find out about it. I wanted to see if she cared enough to keep you safe.”

Spencer let the corners of his mouth turn up. “Rossi, I love your daughter.” He spoke.

“And she loves you, kid. I Can tell.”

He sighed. “Thank you for not telling her. I don’t want her to be upset or nervous.”

Rossi nodded. “Anything to make my girl happy.” He sighed, watching her roll her eyes as she drank more champagne. “I’ve got more signings to do. See ya, kid.”

He nodded as he walked away, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he saw Ben reach to push her hair behind her ear. She moved away smoothly, playing it off like she had to cough. She kept trying to glance at Spencer without actually turning around.

To: Kool-Aid girl 💘

Meet me in the bathroom in five?

She looked around and saw him before looking back at Ben when she felt her phone buzz. “Sorry, about this.” She shook her head as she dug through her bag for her phone.

From: Kool-Aid girl 💘

Of fucking course

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Their lips were heavy on each other’s. Her legs were wrapped around his waist while she was sitting on the counter.

She moaned so quietly as he thrusted his fingers in and out of her. Her hands grabbed at whatever they could. Her eyes never left his though. That was the one thing he wanted.

“Fuck, Spence—“ Her eyes watered at the immense amount of pleasure she was experiencing.

“This is mine— no one else’s.” He grunted. Y/N nodded and bit her lip. “Are you close baby?”

“So fucking close.” She nodded. “You’re- fuck— the only one that gets me there.” She added because 1, it was true and 2, she knew he was feeling a little insecure because of Ben.

Soon, she came on his fingers and shut her eyes, panting. She didn’t have to worry about getting her dress wet because Spencer had pulled it up as soon as they got in there.

Knock knock knock

“Hey is someone in there.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she and Spencer recognized the voice. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Uh— it’s just me, dad.” She said, sliding off of the counter making sure that he heels hit the ground silently.

“What are you doing in the men’s restroom and why is the door locked? There’s like forty stall in there.”’

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She whispered. “Uh, I had a woman emergency and someone was in the other restroom.” She nodded her head at Spencer towards the door at the other end of the room. She had no idea what it led to but oh what the hell, right?

Spencer started walking silently towards it as she pulled her dress back down to where it was supposed to be.

She watched him walk through the door and disappear and sighed. She unlocked the bathroom door and smiled at her dad. “Hi, daddy. Sorry.” She mumbled, walking past him.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Now, Spencer and Y/N laid together in his bed. They were just in each other’s company. Again, his fingers were drawing random patterns on her back as she dozed off.

“Hey, Y/N? Before you go to sleep…” He spoke quietly not to startle her. She hummed and nuzzled her face into his chest.

“Thank you for caring.”

She smiled and squeezed him. “I love you. I will always care.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

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feather , part 26

“ and it feels so good ”

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miloformula123fan · 3 months

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Hi hi, hope ur doing well :), I'd really love a mark webber fic with either fem tattoo artist reader or heavily tattooed fem driver reader

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mark webber x fem!tattoo artist reader

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“Mark, you don’t have to get anything. They just require an adult over 21 to come in with me for some reason, they require a legal adult there, that doesn’t have to be a parent. I think it’s so you don’t bail halfway through, and you are the closest, and I didn’t want to drag my parents out and…” Daniel pleaded to Mark. This was not Mark’s plan of how he wanted to spend the winter break.

“Fine! Damn it Daniel, you really are a piece of work sometimes. As long as I don’t have to get a tattoo, sure.” Mark conceded.

“Thank you thank you thank you!”

“Let’s go kiddo, before you make me regret it.” Daniel wasn’t a kid, not at all if he was going to race in f1 next year and get a tattoo this year. But compared to Mark, who still felt somewhat young, Daniel was a baby. So he took him to the tattoo place.

Mark would’ve been slightly worried that he was walking into an elite escort club if it weren’t for the fact that he had read every review of this place to make sure it was safe and triple checked that they were at the right location before they entered and he had asked every staff if they were in the right place. He’d asked the 3 people so far who had checked his ID, the 2 who had searched his bags, the 2 who had chatted to Daniel about design and the 2 that had chatted to him about his design until they realised he wasn’t getting one, and they had all confirmed that he was in the right place. And then finally, they had emerged into a room that looked like a tattoo and piercing studio.

While the lighting seemed to be mostly based off of lamps, it was a relatively well lit building. The aesthetic was very dark and grungy, but the place was lit well enough that the piercers and tattoo artists could see what they were doing. The tattoo reclinable chairs were all black, Mark imagined so they didn’t have to be cleaned when patients bleed.

“Okay, hey Daniel, I’m your tattoo artist for today. There’s just a few final things I need to check on, and then we are ready to go! Hey, I’m Y/N, are you Daniel’s Dad?”

“Uhhhh, no. I’m just a friend who offered to come. I’m Mark.” Mark offered his hand and Y/N shook it politely. He took note of the bats and snakes that trailed up her right arm and was about to inspect them, before realising that this handshake had gone on for way too long and now appeared borderline creepy.

“Um…okay, are you getting a tattoo today?” Y/N asked, when Mark had finally let go of her arm

“No. Definitely not.” Mark shuddered at the thought.

“Okay, back to you then Daniel. Do you have a drink bottle, or at least some way of hydrating today?”

“Yeha, I have this water bottle.” Daniel held up a small crinkled plastic water bottle that Mark was sure was max half filled. He watched Y/N cringe at it.

“Do you have anything else? I know this is your first tattoo, so I don’t blame you for being a little underprepared but based on the tat we’re doing today, and how big it is, I think you’re gonna need more water so-” - Y/N

“I have some in my bag, just to be safe.” Mark smiled at Y/N who smiled back before turning back to Daniel. Mark pulled out the backpack he had brought and pulled out some snacks, 2 big water bottles, and a smaller one for himself.

“Eaten a big meal today? We’re gonna be here a while and have you put moisturiser on your thigh?”

“Yeah, I ate a big meal for lunch with Mark, and there’s moisturiser on my thigh, although it may need a bit more.”

“Okay, I��ve got extra, don't worry about it. Have you shown Mark your design? Maybe take off your shorts, and then while I get the moisturiser you can show him your design.”

As Y/N wandered off, Mark watched as Daniel shimmied his shorts off before lying back on the chair and pulling a piece of paper from the backpack and turning it around.

Mark had to admit, it was a very pretty tattoo. He gasped as he looked at it, and if another artist had turned round to him then and there he would’ve immediately agreed to have a tattoo done. The art was stunning and Mark agreed that while the tattoo would take a while, the concept drawing would’ve taken even longer.

It was a lighthouse and a ship, with ‘no regrets’ in a banner on top and ‘only memories’ in a banner on the bottom. The ship and lighthouse were very intricate and Mark could almost see every pen stroke that had been put on the piece of paper. As he studied it, he heard Y/N come back and pop the bottle of the moisturiser, and start murmuring to Daniel about pens and needles and colouring. Finally he heard the 2 laugh and looked up from studying the artistry.

“Sorry Mark. I do need the design to uhh tat Daniel up here and so I do need the design. Now Daniel, have you had any ibuprofen, alcohol, coffee or fish oil in the last 48 hours? These things tend to be blood thinners, and I really don’t want you bleeding out on my floor. It’s also more painful for you, as you’re going to end up with more skin irritation, which is not fun.”

“Why are you doing such a big and intricate tattoo to start with? Surely most people start with smaller tattoos.” Mark curiously asked

“Yeah but I figured if I get one big one, I’ll only ever get one so it’s fine.” Daniel said sheepishly

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that kiddo. That’s what I thought, and now look at me. I personally like my smaller tattoos better, but it’s all personal preference.” Y/N smirked before she grabbed the needle and began the long process.

Mark tried to watch with interest, wanting to absorb everything Y/N was doing. But he ended up having to turn away as Daniel got a needle stabbed into him multiple times.

“Why’d you bring a squeamish one, Danny?” Y/N laughed from seeing Mark’s reactions

“Haha, I didn’t know. Maybe you should give him a tattoo, see how he reacts?”

“No. No tattoo.” Mark chanted as he stared up at the ceiling, hands clenched into fists on his legs.

“How about a piercing? It can just be in your ear, you won’t even see the needle, and it’ll be painless, mostly. A lot less pain than this tattoo, hey Danny?”

“Yeah, come on Mark! I did my ears when I was 13. Very painless, at least compared to this.”

“Fine. When are you gonna do it?” Mark conceded, done with their antics and persuasion.

“Probably in about an hour, when Daniel needs a break from this tat. Do you want me to do it, or would you prefer someone else to do it, like Jayden, or Alex or Leo? They’re all specialist piercers, as opposed to me, who’s technically a specialist tattoo artist. I can pierce your ear, obviously, but if you’d rather someone who’s probably a bit better, and if you just want to get it over and done with, then you can do someone else!”

“Uhhh, no, no. I’d rather you’d do it, if that’s okay?” Mark shuffled awkwardly, unsure.

“Yeah, yeah, of course, that’s fine. I may get Leo to just talk you through everything, cause I can’t multitask, and he’ll take your notes on preferences. LEO! Get over here.” - Y/N

Mark ended up getting quizzed by a man with more piercings and tattoos than Mark could care to count. He quizzed him on piercing placement, what earrings he wanted in and the care required afterwards, until finally Daniel asked for a break.

“Alright, all good by me. I’ll get Jayden to grab you some food and some drink to get you through while I…” she spun around to face Mark “pierce Mark’s ears.”

Mark gulped. He was certain that this was a bad idea.

And yet Y/N was so soft with him. She sanitised his ears, and put numbing cream on it. She talked him through everything and what she was doing, and the actual piercing of the ears was unnoticeable. Because she was talking the entire time, about motorsport and any random things she could think of. Mark was happy and content, at least until she pulled back and turned back to Daniel.

“Are you ready to resume, Daniel?” - Y/N

“What happened to you piercing my ears?” - Mark

“Mark…I have pierced your ears. You’re all done.” - Y/N

“What?” Mark put his hands up to his ears and felt the small pieces of metal stuck in his ears. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t even feel it.” - Mark

“Good, you’ll start feeling it soon, don’t worry, particularly the more weight.” - Y/N smiled before turning back to Daniel’s thigh and kept going with his tattoo.

Mark smiled and watched as her hands delicately worked on Daniel’s skin. The tattoo looked even better than it did from her sketches. He tried to not be too creepy but he loved watching the planets on her fingers crinkle while she concentrated. She brushed some hair out of her face and Mark was drawn to the bee behind her ear, looking ready to buzz away.

Way too soon Daniel's tattoo was finished and they had to leave. Mark did give Y/N his number and they started talking, as Mark begged her to come to a race. She came for Daniel’s F1 debut race down in Melbourne and kept texting Mark throughout, asking what certain terms she heard thrown around were.

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BONUS SCENE

“Nice earrings Mark, when’d you get them?” Seb asked as they met before pre-season testing.

“Oh over the winter break you know?” Mark grinned, determined to not spoil his secret of Y/N

“Nice, you planning a tattoo next?” Seb grinned. He could always tell when Mark had a secret.

“Ha, nope. Just taking Daniel on more expeditions.” Mark said ‘i hope’ he added in his head

“More piercings then?” Seb grinned mischievously.

“Ha, maybe, maybe seb, maybe.” He smiled thinking about getting more piercings, letting Y/N touch his body with her surprisingly soft hands, maybe he’d get a piercing in a more intimate spot next time.

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hairstevington · 1 year

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flowers and ink (part 3)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie makes up an excuse to get closer to Steve, and it works...eventually! Part one, part two

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: Tattoo Artist!Eddie/Florist!Steve, platonic soulmates Robin and Steve, Eddie thinks they're dating, miscommunication trope but it's resolved by the end, THEY ARE IDIOTS YOUR HONOR, Steve is a sweetheart, the fluffiest of fluff

A/N: This was originally supposed to be the "ending," but I might end up continuing it if people are interested in seeing where it goes - either here or on Ao3! Otherwise, I do have more Steddie content coming soon no matter what. At this point I'm in too deep to quit. Thanks all!

Eddie scanned the room in search of any sort of inspiration.

“Sure, what’s up?” Steve asked, nonchalant.

Flowers. There were just flowers everywhere. That’s all Eddie had to go on. Okay, flowers it is.

“So, this woman came by the other day and she wants this whole sleeve of flowers, right? But, like, I don’t do flowers very often. So I’m gonna practice drawing flowers a lot these next few weeks while I’m nailing down the design, and I guess I, uhhhh, was thinking maybe I could look around here and take some notes or something?”

Lies. All of it. LIES.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Steve said. “You can hang around here as long as you want. Or, until we close, anyway.”

“Which is in fifteen minutes,” Robin reminded her coworker.

“Oh. Shit, yeah,” Steve chuckled. “You can hang around for fifteen minutes, then.” Eddie smiled and nodded.

“I’ll take it.”

Then, of course, Eddie had to walk around and examine the flowers as if he actually gave a shit about them, which he didn’t. He was far more interested in the man behind the counter, but whatever. This would do.

He had fifteen minutes to figure out what he was going to do at closing time. Maybe, if he played his cards right, he could get an invite to hang out with them after. Although, did he really want to be a third wheel? Was all of this just pathetic?

Probably.

“Hold on, your hair is still a little messed up,” Steve said to Robin. They both giggled softly, and Eddie rolled his eyes.

Definitely pathetic. Eddie drifted farther into the back so he couldn’t hear them whispering to each other anymore.

Flowers were nice. Eddie didn’t have anything against them, he just wasn’t drawn to them like a lot of people seemed to be. They were a bit too pretty for his taste. Too delicate. He took a couple pictures (to really sell his bullshit cover story), and before he knew it, it was closing time.

Eddie walked back up to the front to join Steve and Robin, ready to say the line he’d been preparing the last fourteen and a half minutes. Is it cool if I drop by tomorrow to keep looking around?

Steve spoke before Eddie could ask his question, stunning him momentarily.

“Hey, so I was thinking if any more questions come up, you could just text me. You know, if you want.”

“Hold on, your hair is still a little messed up.”

“Oh my god, fix it!”

“I’m trying! Stay still!”

Steve brushed through Robin’s hair with his fingers, smoothing down the strands that were sticking out. He caught her looking at him, then glancing in Eddie’s direction, then back at him.

“Whatever you’re about to say, don’t,” Steve warned.

“He came here for you,” she whispered to Steve. “With lotion!”

“We were just talking about it at the shop earlier,” Steve dismissed. “He probably is just making fun of me for using the wrong kind.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” Robin muttered. “He likes you.”

“Shh!” Steve’s eyes went wide. Eddie wasn’t that far away, even though they were speaking quietly. Suddenly, Steve remembered what he’d learned about Eddie, and that he hadn’t told Robin yet. “Okay, look. Maybe you’re right.”

“I am,” she insisted.

“Fine,” Steve conceded. “So, he told me that -” Steve stopped himself and looked around the room to double check that Eddie was as far from them as possible. He went the charade route anyway.

Steve looked at her intensely until she was completely focused. He pointed vaguely in the direction of where Eddie went, and then used the same hand to flip his wrist downwards with an emphatic nod. Robin’s eyes went wide.

“Shut up,” she said. “Confirmed?”

“Out, proud, and mentoring the youth,” Steve replied. “Oh, and Will Byers was there.”

“What?!”

“Shh!”

Robin collected herself again so she could resume whispering.

“You need to ask him out.” Her voice was barely audible now.

“I don’t know how.”

“You’ve done it a bazillion times, Dingus,” she reminded him. “What makes this any different?”

“I don’t know!” Steve admitted with a shrug. “He’s so much cooler and smarter than me, and it’s, like, really intimidating.”

“Steve, we have to work on your self confidence,” Robin sighed.

“You tease me all the goddamn time, Buckley.”

“I’m allowed,” she said. “You’re not.” Steve rolled his eyes but accepted the feedback.

“I’ll do it, okay?”

He knew he needed to sound casual about it, in case he was reading it wrong. Just because Eddie was gay didn’t mean he was interested. But! If they talked more, Steve could flirt a little and then know for sure.

So, when Eddie came back at 5pm, Steve took the leap.

“Hey, so I was thinking if any more questions come up, you could just text me.” Steve watched Eddie freeze, and Steve had no idea what to do with that. He backtracked immediately. “You know, if you want.”

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie responded after a few moments. Steve wasn’t sure how to read Eddie’s hesitation.

“Cool,” Steve responded. He could practically feel Robin’s judgment from a few feet away, even without looking at her. He snapped himself out of his trance and grabbed a pen and one of the Flowers for All business cards, then flipped it over on the counter to the blank side.

“You could just -” Eddie said, holding his phone up. “Use this, you know.”

“Oh, duh,” Steve said, mentally kicking himself. He took Eddie’s phone and put his number in, then handed it back. “There you go.”

“Thanks,” Eddie responded. Steve figured if Eddie wasn’t interested, he just wouldn’t reach out. No harm done. “Have a good rest of your night, guys.”

“We will,” Robin answered, knowing that Steve was obviously incapable of acting normal. “Stop by any time, okay?”

“Okay, thanks,” Eddie repeated. He did a small wave and then left the store with nothing but the residual jingle from the bell above the door.

Steve immediately slunk to the floor and sat against the wall.

“Not one word,” he said.

“That was painful.”

“That was three words.”

“You didn’t ask him out!”

“Yeah, well I’m getting there! I got his number, didn’t I?”

“Barely!” she replied with a laugh. “But he’s totally into you. I can tell.”

“Oh yeah? How?”

“Because he came here with lotion and then stuck around to look at flowers when the internet exists,” Robin explained.

Huh. She has a point.

“Fair enough,” Steve sighed. “I guess now we just wait and see if you’re right.”

Eddie was obviously going to text Steve, but he had no idea what to say. He really dug himself into a hole with the flower research thing.

Also, what the fuck was that about? What flower-related questions could Eddie possibly have? Why would Eddie text Steve for flower advice when the internet exists? What does flower advice even mean? He typed out his first draft -

Hi, it’s Eddie. Thanks for helping me out :)

Ok, boring. He tried again.

Hi, it’s Eddie. Texting so you have my number too

Could be better.

What’s your favorite flower?

Oh god! No! Delete! Delete!

This was hopeless.

“He hasn’t texted yet,” Steve whined.

“It’s only been three hours,” Robin replied.

They were doing their post-shift hang out, like usual. They had some stupid reality TV show on in the background that both of them hated but for some reason loved watching together.

“It’s felt like twelve,” Steve groaned, throwing his head back against the couch.

“It’s felt like a hundred for me, with you constantly complaining about it,” Robin responded, shoving him lightly.

“Hey, this was your doing, alright?” Steve shot back, smirking. “He’s not interested, and that’s okay.” He was trying to convince himself more than anything.

“Patience, grasshopper,” Robin assured him. “Don’t lose hope yet.”

Steve’s phone buzzed on the table. They both lunged for it, desperately checking the notification.

A text from an unknown number.

Am I allowed to ask you questions that aren’t about flowers?

“Robin, I love you.”

Sure, what do you wanna know? 🙂

Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. Eddie sat down and pondered what question he should ask first.

Why frog and toad?

Eddie was far more comfortable talking about tattoos. Steve responded -

Just seemed right, I guess.

Ugh, okay. Eddie forgot he sucked at texting.

Do you regret it?

He waited a minute or two until his phone lit up again.

No, not at all. We love it.

Eddie sighed. He didn’t know what to say next.

I’m not good at the text thing

Steve’s response showed up moments later.

Guess you’ll have to come visit us again then ;)

Okay, well that works.

Eddie showed up the next day on one of his breaks, pretended to look at some more flowers as if they’d changed from the day before, and then struck up a conversation with Steve about tattoos. Then, he dropped by on another break a few days later, skipping the flower part completely and jumping straight into talking about music.

“So, how’s the flower design going?” Steve asked after their discussion died down.

“It’s good,” Eddie said. “I’m just not really a flowers guy, is all.” Steve gasped and pretended to be shocked.

“You? Not into flowers??” Eddie chuckled. “I didn’t think I was either, but I actually love it here. Maybe if you keep coming by you’ll change your tune.”

“Yeahhhh, I’m not so sure about that,” Eddie replied.

“Oh, I am,” Steve challenged playfully. “There’s a flower for everyone - that’s literally why this place is called Flowers for All.”

“Oh god,” Eddie teased. “This isn’t gonna become a thing where you try to get me to like flowers, is it?” Steve smirked and bent down so his forearms rested on the counter.

“Hey, man. You got me into tattoos, I’m just returning the favor.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. Yeah, it was cute, but he knew that it was a doomed mission.

Steve tried anyway. Each day, when Eddie showed up for work, a new flower was left at the front door.

First, it was a daisy.

Steve: Well?

Eddie: It's pretty. I'm not a huge fan of yellow tho

Steve: Noted

On day two, a carnation.

Eddie: are you trying to take me to prom?

Steve: maybe (just kidding we missed it)

Eddie: lmao

Then, there was a succulent.

Eddie: I actually really like this one

Steve: Success!

Eddie thought that would be the end of it. But then, on the fourth day, a gardenia was at the door.

Eddie: more???

Steve: are you a flower guy yet?

Eddie: No, but I’m running out of room on my desk

Steve: Better get another desk then

At this point, Eddie thought for sure Steve was messing with him. Maybe that’s all this ever was. Robin kept saying over and over how bored they were at work, and Eddie was their current source of entertainment.

He gave the flowers to Bob - except the succulent, for obvious reasons. Eddie named him Sonic.

On day 5, Eddie found a red rose dipped in black ink on his desk. Bob had apparently already let Steve in to set it up. Eddie would have groaned in frustration, except the stupid thing was actually extremely badass. Like, he thought it was so cool he was sad it was going to wilt eventually.

Fuck. This had to stop.

Eddie marched into Flowers for All, rose in hand, ready to tell Steve that he didn’t just want to be some project for the happy couple.

“Heyyy, look who’s here!” Steve greeted him as he walked in. Steve’s face fell when he noticed Eddie holding the rose. “Uh-oh, you hated this one so much you’re returning it? I really thought -”

“I didn’t hate it, I love it. It's - I mean, it's perfect.”

“Okay,” Steve said, hopping off the counter. “So, why do you look angry at me?”

“Are you guys making fun of me or something?” Eddie asked. No time for small talk. No beating around the bush. They’d been tip-toeing around this for over a week now.

“What?” Steve asked, genuinely shocked. “Dude, no. I - shit, okay. No, I’m not making fun of you, I’m trying to flirt with you. Guess I’ve lost my touch.” Steve put a hand to the back of his neck and grimaced nervously.

“Flirt with me?” Now Eddie was the shocked one. “So, you’re not dating Robin?”

Steve burst out laughing.

“Robin? My platonic lesbian best friend Robin?”

Eddie’s head was spinning.

“Platonic?” he echoed. “After the way you two tumbled out of the back room all flustered and shit the first time I came in?”

“That’s absolutely not what you think it was,” Steve said.

“Then what was it?”

“It was - okay, well first of all, I was flustered because you came in. And Robin and I were back there because her hair somehow got tangled in a watering can and she needed my help.”

It sounded like a lie, but it would have been the most random lie ever created.

“Jesus, how did that even happen?” Eddie wondered, amused.

“Robin has zero coordination,” Steve responded. “It’s part of her charm.” Eddie nodded, processing all of this.

“Okay, so you’re not dating Robin,” he said.

“No.”

“And you’ve been flirting with me.”

“Yes.”

“Completely genuinely, like not as a joke?” Steve chuckled.

“Eddie, I tipped you like a full day's worth of pay for our tattoo,” he reminded him. “If I was joking, I’d have to be stupidly committed to the bit.”

Okay, well that was…fair.

“Oh,” Eddie replied. Wow. I really am an idiot.

“Yeah,” Steve said. There was a moment where they both just kinda stared at each other, and then Eddie broke the silence.

“You do realize I’ve been flirting with you too, right?” he asked. Steve just stared at him blankly. “Okay, from the way you’re looking at me I’m gonna go with no on that one.”

“I mean, I was hoping you were-”

“I am.”

“Great.”

“Cool.”

“So, we should go out then.”

“Yeah, that seems like a logical next step.”

They smiled at each other, basking in the absurdity, and then suddenly a piercing voice came from Steve’s phone on the counter.

“FINALLY.”

“Wait, is that Robin?” Eddie asked, pointing at the phone.

“Oh, yeah,” Steve responded. “I was talking to her when you came in.”

Eddie shook his head and laughed.

Well, at least they were both idiots.

(part 4)

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yoongiseesawmp3 · 1 year

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get you (bonus) - cheol gets a dog?

summary: uhhhh i’m weak for cheol x kkuma content? and i feel like it’s a crime that y/n is the only pet parent in this fic. so enter everyone’s favorite fluffy girl. or the one where y/n finds a dog on cheol’s couch and is very confused.

word count: 1.1k

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it’s been another one of your busy weeks where your schedule just doesn’t seem to match up with cheol’s. he spent the night on monday, but aside from that you haven’t spent more than a few minutes with him since. it’s friday now, and you miss your boyfriend. you shoot him a text that you’re coming over whether he likes it or not, please unlock the door. he tells you he just got back from the gym so he’s taking a shower, but you’re welcome to come over whenever. you’re about to grab a jacket and head over, but then you think better of it. it’s been unseasonally cold lately, and you need the extra coverage since cheol keeps his apartment frozen like an icebox. you decide instead to just sneak one of his hoodies while you’re over there today.

you’re thinking about the last time you saw his blue hoodie when you finally walk over, wondering if you’ll have time to find it before he gets out of the shower. your thoughts are interrupted by a sound on the couch, and you jump slightly at the door before realizing it must just be cheol. you walk toward his living room, a term of endearment ready on your lips, but you stop cold when you see something fluffy and white moving around amongst the blankets. you’re afraid it might be a rat, or something else you don’t want to deal with, so you walk up slowly, hoping you don’t provoke it. as you’re trying ridiculously to walk across the room without making a sound, cheol clears his throat at the start of his hallway.

“whatcha doin baby?” he asks, gummy smile on display. “you’re being weird.”

“cheol,” you hiss, “there’s something on your couch!”

“yeah, that’s kkuma,” he says simply, toweling his hair as he walks into the room. “wanna meet her? she’s really sweet.”

“what?” you ask, confused. “what is she?”

“my dog,” he replies as he drops the towel on his coffee table.

“your dog? since when do you have a dog?”

“since i fell for this sweet little face,” he coos, scooping up the fluffball and presenting her to you. you are met with a sweet little face, complete with a hair clip (one of yours, somehow?) holding her bangs out of her eyes. “i mean come on.”

“when did you get her?” you whisper, afraid of spooking her as you take a step closer. you reach a hand out and she sniffs experimentally, but she decides you’re safe and starts licking your knuckles.

“i don’t think i told you that i was dogsitting for a friend this week,” cheol starts, beckoning for you to sit next to him on the couch. as he continues, he lets kkuma crawl into your lap and get comfortable. “she belongs to a family friend, but they’ve been having trouble taking care of her so i offered to watch her short term. i think i’m gonna ask if i can adopt her though. my friend is already on board, just need to check with his parents, but i think they’ll be happy to know she’s going to a loving home.”

“i can’t believe you got fred a little sister without me knowing,” you say suspiciously, laughing when kkuma hops up to lick your chin. “she’s precious though.”

“not as cute as you, but cute,” cheol replies, and you bump him with your shoulder.

“i like her hair clip,” you say, playing with the hair popping out. “looks familiar.”

“hey, that’s what you get for leaving shit at my house,” he laughs. “speaking of fred though, can we introduce them? you think he’ll be jealous?”

“please, he won’t know what to do around her,” you tell him. “i think he has puppy anxiety or something, he’s such a weirdo around other dogs.”

“i think your dog is just a weirdo, baby,” cheol teases.

“maybe,” you sigh, scooting kkuma back into cheol’s lap so you can stand. “you want me to get fred and we can take them on a walk? i feel like that’s an easy way for them to be around each other at first.”

“sounds good,” cheol nods. you start to walk away but he whines in protest, making you turn back. he makes a grabby hand for you and you give him yours in return, so he pulls you closer and swoops in to give you a kiss. then, against your lips, he says, “you forgot to do that when you came in.”

“well i was afraid there was an intruder on your couch,” you say before kissing him again. “so forgive me if i was distracted.”

“hm, one more and then you’re forgiven,” cheol smiles. you happily oblige, your cheeks still warming at the way his lips feel on yours.

“i’ll be right back,” you tell him, shuffling toward the door before you turn back around. “hey, where’s your blue hoodie?”

“um, in my room, why?”

“go get it, i need a jacket if we’re going on a walk.”

“you’re literally going back to your place, grab one there,” cheol starts, turning around to look at you, but your serious expression shuts him up. “fine. go get the boy and i’ll get the hoodie.”

“thank you my love!”

happily warm in cheol’s hoodie (he sprayed his cologne on this before he gave it to you, you just know it) you start on your regular walk with fred. he did well meeting kkuma, just some curious sniffs and one or two awkward barks to get to know her. now they’re happily wandering the sidewalk together as you and cheol walk hand in hand.

you start to notice a new feeling in your chest the longer you walk, and it reminds you of the way you felt when you first fell in love with cheol. it’s a feeling not quite in your chest, but like your heart is rising to your throat and trying to come out and speak for itself. it’s trying to say that you’re happier in this moment than you think you’ve ever been, but you don’t know how to say that to cheol. you don’t know how to put into words the love you feel for him and your furry friends, but he reads your mind and tries for you.

“this is nice,” he says, squeezing your hand. “it’s like we’re a little family.”

“hm,” you hum. “i guess it is. we’re really living out that young adult trope, we’ve got dogs instead of kids but we’re calling ourselves a family.”

“because we are,” cheol whines. “kkuma is my daughter, fred is your son, i’m the dad, you’re the milf-”

“cheol-”

“hm?” he asks, a cheeky smile on his face. you just shake your head and laugh at him, squeezing his hand harder in yours.

“i love you a lot, i hope you know that.”

“i do baby,” he replies, kissing the top of your head.

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crazylittlejester · 1 month

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i'm not sure if you're still taking prompts for mini fics or something but i've been having heavy thoughts about warriors wearing the postman outfit just like he did in hw. it's one of my favorite joke outfits and i bet some members of the chain would get a real kick out of seeing him dressing up lmao

maybe just warriors showing off to the others or whatever?? idk i just love this whole idea it makes me giggle

I honestly think I’m gonna keep taking mini fic requests whenever because they seriously help me with my writers block. Sorry I didn’t get to this one until now, I know you sent it before I put that thing out askin for more prompts and ideas yesterday

I had like four different versions of this and the other three just didn’t work so I hope this one is okay even if it’s the one that was furthest from the prompt

Here you go!! (249 words):

“What’s the weirdest outfit you have?” Hyrule asked Wild, looking over the top of his slate as the champion scrolled through it.

“Uhhhh…” he stopped to think. “How are we defining weird?”

“I think I have him beat,” Warriors sighed, checking his nails. All heads except for Time’s shot to him, and the good captain just pretended not to notice.

“What makes you so sure?” Legend scoffed. “For all we know Wild could have a monster costume in there.”

The champions eyes widened and he mumbled, “Yeah, about that-” but everyone else’s attention was captivated by what the captain said next.

“Two words for you Ledge,” Warriors gave him a shit eating grin, holding up two finger. “‘Mail’, and ‘man’.”

Jaws dropped and screaming erupted, and Time laughed, covering his ears with his hands. Warriors just leaned back and refused to answer any questions about it, except for Legend’s accusation that the captain was lying.

“Prove it!” The vet huffed, and Warriors rolled his eyes.

“I don’t just keep it on me, you’ll have to wait until we go back to my era,” the captain told him.

“You’re pulling my leg,” Legend grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and plopping down on the ground.

“He is not,” Time supplied unhelpfully. “I’ve seen it.”

All that did was raise more questions and Warriors cackled, giving his brother a hard pat on the back as a way to thank him for helping him spread just a little bit of chaos.

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4townie · 2 months

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Road to 4☆TOWN

“Hey, guys.” Carmelo greeted Jesse and Selina as they came in. “How’d it go?”

“Mommy! Daddy!” Marcel ran up to them.

“Hey there, little buddy.” Jesse picked him up, and Selina leaned over to give him a kiss.

“The checkup was good, they said everything looks normal.” Selina answered her father. “We did, however, get to know the sex of the baby.”

“Really?” Carmelo stood up excitedly. “What is it?”

“We’re—” Jesse got cut off when Marcel started pulling his hair. “Ugh, Squishy, you can’t keep doing this.”

“Honey, don’t you wanna know whether you’re getting a brother or a sister?” Selina got Marcel’s attention.

Marcel stared at her. “No.”

Jesse and Selina tensed up.

“Calm down, you two.” Carmelo chuckled. “He’s just a baby. He probably won’t really care until after the little one is born.” He shook his head. “Kids just don’t understand the excitement of a new life until they can play with it.”

“Well, we did have a plan to kinda throw him a little big brother party so he can—”

“I wasn’t asking you.” Carmelo cut Jesse off.

“Right.” Jesse nodded. “You’re right. My bad, sir.”

“Papi, you have to be nicer to my boyfriend.” Selina scolded her father. “I know you’re not fond of how we got here, but he’s the father of your grandchildren, like it or not.”

“Well I don’t like it. My little angel is barely 23 years old and pregnant with her second child.” Carmelo glared at Jesse.

Jesse laughed nervously. “Would you believe me if I told you I wanted more joy in the house…?”

“No. And quite frankly I’d be a little more joyful if you figured out how to use a condom.” Carmelo raised an eyebrow. “But I do adore having a sweet little boy to spend time with again. I haven’t had one of those in thirty years.”

“Yeah, well,” Selina shrugged, “you’re gonna have a sweet little girl to play with, too.” She put a hand on her belly. “We’re having a daughter.”

Carmelo’s eyes widened with excitement. “Really? My baby girl is having a baby girl?” Selina smiled and nodded, and her dad hugged her. “Oh sweetie, that’s wonderful news.”

“You’re gonna have a little sister, Squishy.” Jesse said to Marcel. “Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Marcel was focused on the toy in his hand before realizing Jesse even spoke to him. “I wanna go home.”

“Ugh,” Selina facepalmed, “this kid really just doesn’t care, does he?”

“Give it time, don’t worry.” Carmelo assured her. “He’ll adore his sister when he first lays eyes on her.” He turned to Jesse. “Well, I may not like what you did to my little girl, but I’m still happy for you both, I guess.” He mumbled the last bit. “You’re more devoted to your family than I honestly thought you’d be when Selina first told me about Marcel.”

“Uh, thanks…” Jesse’s eyes shifted as he tried to decide whether to be pleased or offended.

“Speaking of devotion…when will you be making an honest woman out of my daughter?”

“Uhhhh…” Jesse and Selina exchanged an awkward glance.

“We haven’t exactly talked about it yet.” Selina said. “I mean, we’re still pretty young.”

“You have two kids.” Carmelo narrowed his eyes. “You’ve already made a decision to grow up.”

“Well yeah, but my schedule’s pretty messy. The band’s already going on another tour in October and I’m sure we’ll be working a lot more next year.” Jesse’s eyes shifted uncomfortably. “Not really a whole lot of time for wedding planning.”

“The tour is all the more reason for you two to get married.” Carmelo insisted. “It’ll be a surefire way to keep your eyes from wandering while you’re away.”

“Please, Carmelo, give me some credit.” Jesse looked at Selina. “Only a fool would betray the perfect woman.”

“Awww, Jesse.” Selina smiled up at him.

“Good.” Carmelo nodded in approval. “At least you’re not completely stupid.”

Jesse froze. “C-Completely?”

“Babe.” Selina put a hand on his shoulder. “Two kids.”

“Oh right…”

———

Jesse and his in-laws😅 both Carmelo (FIL) and Daunte (BIL) want his head on a platter

#4town headcanons #4town fanfic #4town jesse #4town robaire #4town z #4town aaron t #4town taeyoung #turning red #turning red 4town #4town #4townie

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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HAVE U EVER THOUGHT ABT KNIGHT DEUCE

I HAVE I HAVE i love putting deuce in royalty au positions because he is just so PERFECT for any role. im gonna go on a rant that reads like a quick fic so like uhhhh HEAR ME OUT

THIS IS TOTALLY UNEDITED SO IF THERE'S ANY WEIRD SENTENCES IGNORE THEM I WAS EXCITED

Deuce wasn't always a knight.

He started from a humble beginning, just him and his mom on their farm that his father left a long time ago. He sells stuff at the market for his mom because she can’t make the journey alone now. She’s getting older and Deuce knows he’s going to have to step up and take care of her now, just like she did for him.

You, the heir to the throne, sneak out because you enjoy the market so much. You find his stall and the two of you talk, realizing how similar you are.

There’s more in this world that you want to experience.

You’re both stuck.

And so he vows to come back again and you two keep talking. He takes you to a clearing where he likes to think and wrestle with the other village boys. You ask him if he thinks he can beat you, and he gets this wicked smirk on his face before rolling up his sleeves.

He’s in love.

He starts training harder, fully aware that he needs to be able to protect you if you two were ever attacked while you were out.

A few years later, the annual festival has a sword-fighting event. You beg Deuce to join since the prize money would be enough to sustain him and his mother for a year. He takes your advice and joins, and you proudly step up to be his sponsor. At this point, the king and queen themselves are wondering what has you so interested in this farm boy, but you simply tell them to sit back and see.

Deuce exceeds your expectations. He wipes the floor with everyone and gives you such a radiant smile after the final opponent is down.

Your heart is fluttering.

Word spreads fast throughout the kingdom and people eventually start questioning whether someone with that considerable talent will be hired.

He should, right?

In fact, the king should have him be the heir’s personal guard since he’s that good.

And so the king calls him back to the castle, where he’ll have to face off with the king’s own forces. You’re a bit nervous but hold your head high as you sit next to your father.

Deuce does remarkably well until-

Until-

Until he loses against one of the higher-ranked guards, who hits him in the chest with the end of his dummy sword.

You gasp, heart plummeting. There’s no way your father would allow him to be your guard now that he failed and-

“You’re good.” the king says, and he’s smiling and suddenly your heart is soaring again because that means-!

“Not good enough to be the heir’s guard.”

No-

“But I will train you. Getting this far on your own is impressive. Well done, Sir Spade.”

You can’t help but tackle him when the two of you are alone, nearly crushing his spine with the force of your hug. The boy you adore is going to be your protector. You’ll be closer than ever.

He seems a bit down, though. You ask him about his mom. He says he’ll be sending her money, but this new career will be so demanding that he’ll have to give up on seeing her.

“No you won’t.” you say stubbornly, “I will convince my father to let us travel down a route that will allow you to see your mother when we go out. I will also extend a helping hand to your farm with donations and labor. I know the two of you do not want to abandon your home. Just because you work for me now doesn’t mean you have to give up who you are.”

He thanks you profusely and thinks about kissing you for the rest of the night.

Eventually, there’s a ball for you to find a suitable husband. It’s a masquerade one, that being the tradition in your kingdom. You know you’re supposed to be unbiased and judge based on character, but when you see the familiar sea-blue eyes and dark blue hair peeking out from under his ridiculous hat, you can’t help but let Deuce occupy all of your time.

Once the ball ends, you name Deuce your husband.

He finally gets to kiss you.

“Everything I did, my beloved, was for you,” Deuce states, like it was the most obvious thing in the universe, “And I would do it over a hundred times without hestiation.”

#asks <3 #moots <3 #deuce spade fluff #deuce spade #deuce x reader #deuce spade x reader #deuce fluff #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #auburn's fics <3 #technically #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst

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Wine and Movie Pt 2 - Ushijima Wakatoshi

Au: Regular (timeskip)

Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, uhhhh

Word Count: 1.6k

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3

Suzaku glared at the pitch as the boys ran after the flying ball. His fingers fiddling anxiously with each individual hair, to the point of plucking them out, has you staring at him with more concern pulling your features than necessary. He huffed to himself and you finally caved.

“Uh, coach? Are you okay?”

His eyes flicked to your first, followed by his head. “Can’t you see the problem?”

“I’ve been more cornered that you’re gonna give your chin a bald patch, so no.”

“Look.” He jutted his chin out. “Toshi’s unbalanced.”

You took a minute, watching Ushijima run up to the net and plant his feet before lifting himself into the air and swinging down with his left arm. His weight was pushed forward, making him float towards the net much more than normal.

“He’s favouring his right,” you hummed.

“Ya, but why?”

“Likely just pulled a muscle last game. He was playing full-out non-stop.”

“As he should have.”

“Humans aren’t machines, and even machines are prone to breaking. He just needs a good stretch and some heat. I’ll take him out after this round.”

“Oh, he’s going to love that,” Suzaku’s voice droned sarcastically.

“If he wants to keep playing, he’s gonna have to.”

After an additional fifteen minutes, the team was finally let go for a water break. Hoshiumi ran in front of the rest to get his bottle, on the other hand, Ushijima was staring down at each step he took, a pinch growing between his brows.

“Yah, Wakatoshi!” his head shot up at your voice. You nodded your head to the gym exit. “You’re with me.” Behind you, Hoshiumi gossiped, eager to see the taller man’s reaction to being taken out of play. You huffed. “It's just practice, you seagull. Stop squawking and get back there.”

The silver-haired man laughed, chugging back his water before running back to the net, and you led Ushijima out and away from the gym.

“What’s this for?” he asked.

“You’re tight. Just got to stretch you out and let you recover a bit.” You looked over your shoulder at him, saw his harsh expression, and smiled. “The sooner you’re better, the sooner and longer you can play.”

Softening, Ushijima nodded and followed you into the next room. A plush orthopaedic mattress sat in the middle of the room, and without prompting, the lumbering sack of muscle lowered his 200 pounds of weight onto it. He shut his eyes and sunk into the mattress with a sigh.

You chuckled. “Okay, let's start from your legs. What’s bothering you?”

Without saying a word, he patted his left glute and back thigh, showing where the tightness was.

“Alright, knee up.”

You grabbed his shin, pushing it up to his chest. He was as flexible as his muscles would allow. If he weren’t so buff, his knee probably could reach his shoulder on a good day, but with the tightness, it couldn’t. Passing 90 degrees, he let out a small huff that sounded like a big dog having a dream. You loosened up before pushing forward again, hoping to stretch out the muscle.

Eventually, Ushijima seemed to be fully lax against the mattress. So much so, you wondered if he had fallen asleep. So, with him comfortable, you switched. Hand and lower stomach against the outside of his knee, and right hand on his left shoulder, you pushed.

He grunted, eyes opening the widest you’ve seen, before sending you a dissatisfied stare.

You cuckold. “Butt sore?”

“Yes.”

“Relax your muscles, Toshi.”

As he followed your command, your body weight sank further against his knees and with an extra push, a satisfying crack came from his back.

“Big boned!”

“I’m just big.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

He looked to the side, a bit of rosiness appearing on his ears, and you grinned to yourself once you realised why.

After twisting his other side out to even out his back, you sat him up and took hold of his left arm.

You didn’t even need to ask what was tight on his arm. Easily, you began moving his arm around, contorting it in every position possible to stretch out the kinks beneath his skin.

“What mystery movie do you like the best?”

“Hmm?” You met Ushijima’s eyes. “Oh, Hmm. Have you watched Knives Out?”

He shook his head. “Should we watch it next time?”

“Next time?” You found it hard to hide the grin on your cheeks.

“Tomorrow.”

“How do you know I’m not busy tomorrow?”

“Are you?” he asked expectantly, still with a steely expression. It didn’t seem to match, but it was just so perfectly him.

You let the grin explode onto your face. “Now I am.”

Your home was messier than Ushijima’s and had more western furniture than Japanese, becoming an odd fusion that was distributed by the occasional mess on every counter or seat.

Leading him to your couch, you quickly swiped up your launching laundry and threw it into the basket behind your bedroom door.

“I, uh, didn’t have time to plan food or anything for today. Do you want to order something? I’ll pay.”

He paused, observing your (rather small) couch before sitting. “Hayashi rice.”

“Uh. Okay. I’ll call. Do you mind pulling up the movie while I order?”

Being in Ushijima’s home felt like being ushered into a dragon's den, Ushijima being in your home felt like trying to bring a dragon into a mouse hole. It felt too small for him and made you skitter around to find space to breathe.

He was there, in your home, where not many get to enter. No problem, not at all. You peeked out of the kitchen, phone ringing in your ear as you watched him search for the movie.

Ushijima waited for you to return to the couch before hitting play. “Is this a movie I want to pay attention to? Or is talking allowed?”

“Hmm, I think some talking is fine, but you’ll also be a bit too absorbed in the plot to say anything.”

Ushijima nodded, watching the screen start to change colour, and slouched into his seat.

Having already seen the movie and already knowing the ending, you settled for watching Ushijima’s expression. Studying each and every twitch he made in reaction to a new piece of information or twist. You smiled every time his eyes flicked a bit wider.

About 20 minutes in, the food arrived, and you were reluctant to leave your spot on the couch. Your eyes trained on Ushijima as you got up and walked back towards the door, grabbing the food as quickly as possible to get back to the couch.

When you sat the bag on the table, Ushijima scooted closer to the middle. Your breath hitched, but you distracted yourself by sorting out the plates. Maybe you could use the movie to distract yourself.

It didn’t work. With him sitting closer, Ushijima’s body heat seemed to radiate into your skin and only made it harder to look away from him. It was only when you were trying not to stab yourself in the cheek that you managed to turn away. His elbow brushing against your every time he lifted the food to his teeth made it difficult, though, and each brush only seemed to get longer and longer. It had gotten so bad that you only noticed the movie ended when Ushijima’s head turned and made eye contact.

“So,” you choked. “What did you think?”

“You are pretty smart.”

“Huh?”

“It was enjoyable. But I also think that only someone that strives for knowledge and understanding would want to watch this movie without prompting from another person. So, I think you are a smart person.”

“Really. Um, thank you. But, what are your thoughts on the film? You were pretty focused.”

“Hmm, I was.” He nodded, “I wanted to solve the mystery before they revealed it, but I don’t think I would have anticipated how it went.”

“Is there anything you think you would want to be different?”

He stared at you, thinking for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t think so. I’m not sure if I’d be able to improve the plot at all. But, I do want to watch it again and see if I can notice the clues.”

You smiled, “Well, I guess we can put mystery movies on the list of things you like.”

He nodded, glancing down at the empty takeaway bowl in his hands. “Yes, among other things.”

Ushijima was back on an orthopaedic chair, letting you contort his body around to get every strain and crack out of his body before the game. But his left butt cheek would not let up.

“Toshi, I know you have fantastic control over your body. Please relax so you can get out there and warm up.”

You folded over his thigh more, leaning down a little closer than you’d want to while on the clock in hopes that that extra force would help stretch him out. It didn’t.

Lifting your head, you glared at him, expecting Ushijima to have his eyes perfectly relaxed and not see the angry stare.

They weren’t closed, and instead of giving up and getting off him, you froze up.

He blinked, eyes flicking to the side as he took a deep breath, before staring you down with a confident look you’d commonly associate with being on the court.

“I want to date you.”

“Heh?” It was your turn to tense, muscles becoming rocks.

“I want to date you. I hope I can take you on a date, a proper one.” He waited for you to respond, but still frozen and carried by the strength of his leg, you couldn’t. “Please, just say yes. I’ll buy you more wine.”

“Yes.”

Finally, his leg released, sending out a loud crack, and you scrambled off. You stared out into space, realising that you had been holding the position instead of having a tight muscle.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

“Toshi—”

He had already had out the door and toward the stadium, leaving you blicking in his wake.

“Did he really just…” You suck onto the mattress, staring into nothing until you heard a loud cheer. Schweiden had gotten a point.

University makes me braindead. If ya’ll want another part, let me know what you want to happen cause I don’t I could imagine it up at the moment. -Bacon

Posted: 12/03/2023

#Ushijima Wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima x reader #Haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #x reader #oneshot #oneshots #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu reader insert #reader insert #aus #haikyuu aus #fluff #haikyu #haikyu x reader #anime x reader #anime

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a-sad-machine · 2 years

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The Truth (part two)

uhhhh, kinda late as I did lotsa procrastinating, but better late than never ig? ^^”

since I did Mondstadt first, I’m just gonna continue chronologically, and I think I’ll keep the categories of people that I did in part one, since it makes structuring and all that a lot easier!

Liyue

alright, starting off, the ones who would notice that you’re the real creator: Ninguan, Yelan, Zhongli, (Bonus: Madame Ping)

for Zhongli I think it’d be the same as with Venti, meaning he instantly notices that you aren’t quite what you seem to be (or rather try to be). But even still with the knowledge of that, he’d take quite a long time to figure out who you actually are. Before stepping down as archon, he was the god of contracts and by extension law, so he tends to somewhat look at the world in black and white, which means that since there already is a celebrated divine creator, you couldn’t possibly be another (or that the current one is the fake). After stepping down he just tries to not be involved with anything too related to the gods, so while he doesn’t stop worshipping the divine creator, he just has less to do with it in a more general sense

Ninguan and Yelan are very involved with the laws and government of Liyue, so they immediately suspect something when you bring them the ‘free travel pass’ you got from Impostor-chan. Along with that they’re both really observant and probably kept an eye on you, which leads to them eventually finding out.

Bonus: Madam Ping (bc i like her) She would definetly know the truth the moment she saw you. How? No idea, she just does. While she is a bit kinder to you, she still treats you like a normal human being, probably gave you a Serenitea Pot for safer housing whilke you travel. I also think she would find it extremely funny to watch Zhongli stumble around the truth, especially since he’d be one of the later ones to realise.

next up, the ones who would think something is suspicious, but don’t realise the exact truth or just don’t have enough evidence: Hu Tao, Shenhe, Yanfei, Xinqiu

Hu Tao and Shenhe are a bit hard to decide which category they go into, since they’d know something is up but they don’t really care too much for different reasons. Hu Tao mostly notices that there are constantly happy spirits floating around you, but as long as they’re not causing trouble she lets it go. Shenhe meanwhile just isn’t around civilisation and humans too often, so even if you’re somewhat strange it doesn’t faze her

Yanfei seems like she kinda knows what’s up, but is in denial. She believes in law and honesty, so there is no way the divine creator would lie to them! And if she was worshipping a ‘false god’ all this time, that would mean she broke so many laws, which just can’t be the truth!

Xinqiu would probably also be borderline too devoted, but at the same time he’s smart, so he probably questions anything suspicous about you. He’s read so many books about you and your myths, that he can easily see the similarities, though unfortunately (for him) he doesn’t have anything too concrete. If only he could get actual proof instead of just constant theories and ‘coincidences’, maybe then he could worship the ‘real you’

the ones who are too devoted to question the ‘divine ruler’ would be: Chongyun, Ganyu, Keqing, Xiao

Both Keqing and Xiao are already pretty obvious with their worship of Morax in canon. Now multiply that by a lot, and you have two people who would do and believe anything their ‘creator’ wants them to. They might either harbour a bit of jealousy that the divine creator chose you over their devoted acolytes, or they will kind of worship you by association. Maybe a bit of both depending on the day

Chongyun is somewhat similar to Barbara. His family is very spiritual and gives off a pretty religious vibe, so it’s basically impossible for him to question the legitimacy of Impostor-chan. Him being completely oblivious to you also makes for a fun dynamic with Xinqiu, who constantly tries to nudge him towards the truth but keeps on failing

Ganyu, while not as devoted at Keqing and Xiao or Chongyun, is just devoted enough to not notices anything off. That, and she is constantly busy, so there is not much time to think too much about you

and lastly, the ones who either don’t care or don’t really seem religious are: Beidou, Qiqi, Xianling, Xinyan, Yun Jin

Beidou and Xinyan are very free-spirited, and tend to go against social norms. They don’t really care if you’re kinda weird sometimes, whether they have suspicions on the actual truth or not, because they see you more as just another person who enjoys freedom and expression of self

Xianling and Yun Jin are both very friendly and passionate people. Similar to Beidou and Xinyan they mostly think of you as a new friend with whomst they can share their passions with! Especially since you travel a lot, Xianling will ask you about exotic food while Yun Jin wants to know about the dance and music traditions you’ve encountered

Qiqi is kinda obvious I think. Maybe back when she was human she worshipped the divine creator, but since her ressurection she often forgets a lot of things. Even so, she is happy that each time you meet her, she can somehow remember you! You always try to help her remember what she’s supposed to be doing at the moment as well, which for some reason is so much easier when you’re around

(oh wow, I kinda wrote a lot more than I thought I would. Can you tell that Liyue is my favourite reagion xd? I think I might do another special part for the vaious non-playable characters that are cool, like Osial, Azdaha or the Cloud Retainer. Anyways, hope y’all liked this part, and I’ll try to keep writing as best as I can!)

(also, special thanks to the anon who wrote that Albedo drabble! it kinda gave me the motivation to finally continue with this au :D)

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #sagau genshin #friendly impostor sagau #liyue x reader #genshin liyue

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borom1r · 9 days

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1-25 choose violence ask game ❤️

ALL OF THEM?????? you’re so real for this ty snfnsnbfns. doing LotR bc of course I am

1. the character everyone gets wrong

PIPPIN I HATE TO SAY IT BUT PIPPIN. all those incorrect quote polls that have been posted where pippin keeps fucking winning YALL REALIZE HES AN ACTUAL CHARACTER RIGHT?? with like depth?? and bonds?? and a personality. yall realize that right?????? right??? ik we all love 2 joke but he would not say half of those things

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

ok I personally enjoy both for Boromir BUT if he IS topping. he is a service top. I will die on this hill

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

I block ppl for these takes so no screenshots but everyone who thinks Boromir is a villain. if you think Boromir is a villain I will key your car.

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

there is one singular straw and it is bad Boromir takes in the Boromir tag

5. worst discord server and why

I don’t join fandom discord servers bc I love myself too much for that 💗

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

ummm idk? most of my lotr mutuals have different ships from me and it’s all chill. but tbf I’m very selective abt who I interact with now lmao.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

no one yet thank fuck.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Aragorn/Arwen isn’t actually romantic sorry I think it’s fucked up actually. the vibes are off there for SURE

9. worst part of canon

FARAMIR’S “yeah I’m gonna take you from your home and tame you. haha wdym. you don’t need a blade during times of peace.” SHTICK WITH ÉOWYN IN THE BOOKS. UNPACK YOUR BIASES YOU LITTLE FREAK!!!!!!!!

10. worst part of fanon

HM. I will stick with “people who horrifically misinterpret Boromir’s character”

11. number of fandom-related words you've filtered

at the moment I only have rings of power blocked but I’ve had that blocked since it came out bc if I look at the armor in that show I will commit crimes.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

MOVIE!FARAMIR MY SPECIALEST LITTLE GUY OOOOOOOOOO MOVIE!FARAMIR I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUU he’s so handsome and special and I love him and you WILL all look at him and clap and cheer. it makes me insane that his temptation by the ring mirror’s Boromir’s and he’s actually fucking normal abt the Rohirrim AND I just love him very much :)

13. worst blorboficiation

ummm idk… maybe Frodo

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

HMMM exposing myself but I basically only read Aragorn/Boromir fics lmao + since we’re Choosing Violence the most annoying thing is Boromir just being A Brute. like damn I love the surface level reading of the text maybe try engaging with it above a 1st grade analysis next time 💗

15. that one thing you see in fanart all the time

hmmmmm idk cuz again I don’t interact w a lot of fanartists so there’s nothing like. annoying. all th ✨motifs✨ I do see r very fun + I like them :)

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

ummm for Serious, portraying Pippin as Stupid. for Silly, uhhhh Trans Faramir is so real to me I completely forgot cis people both 1) exist in the real world and 2) probably interpret Fara as cis too. i don’t get it :(

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

trans Faramir 🩵💗🤍

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

HM idk. trans Faramir again. also bc I love it, utilizing Old Norse culture for the Rohirrim teehee

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

OK IM MAD THAT FINNISH BOROMIR IS JUST ME. THATS ME. THATS AN OUTFIT I WEAR REGULARLY MINUS THE LONG HAIR. I DRESS LIKE THAT TO BUY GROCERIES. i love him for that tho. I’m also mad that MtG Boromir’s stupid pointy muttonchops have grown on me. freak behavior, keeping his facial hair trimmed in those stupid little points

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

I’m fighting for my life reading the histories rn 😑 I find them very dry for the most part

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

idk? I think there is an appropriate level of hype. but idk if Rings of Power had a lot of hype. if it did, then Rings of Power is my answer

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

idk if it’s IGNORED necessarily but the fact that Boromir carries a Rohirric shield in the films does actually genuinely make me insane 💞 I love that sm

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

UNWILLINGLY?????? idk?? ummmm I think it’s all fine for the most part I’m just A Fag so I don’t write het ships. it’s like a moral thing. Éowyn/Faramir gets a pass conceptually bc they’re T4T to me tho

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

idkkkkkkk I don’t engage w discourse bc I want this fandom to remain pleasanttttt

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

again idk.. I block on sight if I see a Bad Take + then I erase it from my memory so I can continue to live in a beautiful blissful world where I. forgor abt cis people ☺️

#my phone autocorrected joke to hole……. ummmmmmm………..#NFNSJFJJSB TYYYYYYYYY FOR THIS FRRRR

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aquato-family-circus · 2 years

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I’ve had this scene in my head for Daisy’s 10 year early discovery of Helmut’s mind for a long time now. It’s only just this weekend I was able to get it down in drawing form!

I figured if she’s going in that brain, she needs to find a psychoportal to do that with, and I know she wouldn’t just be given one.

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General ID: An 8 page sketch comic focused on a conversation between Daisy Fullbear-Zanotto and a slightly younger Sasha Nein. The line work is on a grey background, and all dialogue is highlighted by white speech bubbles. End ID.

ID #1: Daisy stares up at the brain contained in Otto’s Brainframe. She says “‘Heptadome Harry’, huh? You. You’re gonna give me some answers.” In the next panel Daisy is holding “Harry” in a jar and says “I just hope you’re not… y’know,” before she’s startled by an off screen character asking “Ms. Zanotto?”. End ID.

ID #2: Daisy holds Harry behind her back as she looks up at Sasha Nein. Sasha is a young adult here, wearing a pair of goggles resting on his head, a sweater, a long coat, slacks and pants. Daisy stammers “Mr. — Agent Nein! I, uh -“ before Sasha interrupts to point at her and say “You should not be back here, miss.” and Daisy says “Uh, uh”. The next panel shows Daisy’s face looking away from Sasha as she continues “I was just - my Uncle Otto said I could - I cooould uhhhh, he totally knows I’m here so it’s ok if I, if. Augh, you don’t buy that huh?” In the middle of Daisy’s rambling there is a cut to Sasha looking at her skeptically, and a cut back to Daisy’s face as she sighs in defeat. End ID.

ID #3: Daisy holds Harry back in front of herself, and will continue to hold his jar for the majority of the comic. She looks up at Sasha and says “Agent Nein, I know this brain should stay here, but I need it. I know that sounds strange!” Sasha says “Ja, it does.” With a close up shot on Harry, Daisy replies “But it could have information I need about… important stuff.” Sasha looks unimpressed as he makes air quotes with his fingers to repeat “‘Important’…’stuff’?” He then claps his hands in front of himself and asks “Ms. Zanotto, do you even know how to access a brain like that?” End ID.

ID #4: Daisy looks down to the floor and says “Uhm, no…” then looks up defiantly to add “But I still want to try! Cause everyone’s keeping secrets from me!” Daisy looks nervously away from Sasha when he asks “Like what?” When Daisy says “I don’t know if I should tell you.” Sasha pinches the bridge of his nose and replies “That helps very little.” Daisy looks up and says “Sorry… all I can say is. Something’s off.” End ID.

ID #5: Daisy says “My aunt, my uncles, Dad, they know something I don’t” as she thinks about the shadowy figure of Maligula. Daisy continues “And they won’t tell me even though I’m a big girl now! It’s so - so -! FRUSTRATING!” Daisy sadly rests her chin on Harry’s jar and says “I’m frustrated and… and sad. My own Dad won’t talk to me about it. I need some proof to show him he can trust me with the ‘important stuff’”. Sasha rubs his chin as he considers Daisy’s words, a sad, thoughtful look in his eyes. End ID.

ID #6: Sasha closes his eyes and points assertively as he says “Well, Ms. Zanotto, I’m afraid I’ll have to report this to Agent Mentallis, despite your frustrations.” Sasha wags his finger at Daisy, and Daisy says “I know.” Sasha walks past her as he says “You put that specimen back where it belongs. I’ll be back once I’ve taken the proper steps for my report.” End ID.

ID #7: With his hands behind his back, facing away from Daisy who looks dejected, Sasha says “I’ll be a while, so don’t mess with any of his other things.” Daisy says “Okay.” Then Daisy looks confused as Sasha raises a hand to add “Especially his desk, his top left drawer for example.” Daisy looks back at Sasha with a puzzled expression as she asks “Why were you so specific just now?” Sasha says nothing back to her; he only looks at her with a neutral expression. End ID.

ID #8: Daisy watches Sasha exiting through a large door in the distance, and then sees it shut with a CLANG. She says “huh” to herself, and then sneaks over to Otto’s work desk, Harry still in her arms. She frees a hand to grab a drawer from the desk and pull it open. Daisy looks down at her discovery with bright eyes and exclaims “Oh!” The last shot shows her holding a small wooden door that is unpainted excluding large numbers in the front that read “001”. End ID.

#sketches #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #fan char #aus #Daisy FBZ #Sasha Nein #Helmut is technically here

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xbunny-k · 2 years

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The Actor & I: PART SIX – Well, goodnight Ana

This is part SIX of a very long, SLOW BURN series on Austin Butler and a Production Assistant on set of Elvis (2022).

Masterlist here!

Anything italicized is main character’s thoughts!

Warnings: Fluff, eventual Spoilers for Elvis (2022), mild language (If i missed anything, please comment so i can add!)

Tags: @manddor @pumkiinpastiesies @its-funny-til-its-not @karamelcoveredolicity @butlerstyles @feral4austinbutler (Let me know if you’d like to be added!)

Please, if you like this, share it, comment, like it and enjoy! xx

Breathe, Ana, just breathe. Why did I answer so fast? I don’t know what to say…

“Hiii, of course it’s ok,” I say back quietly. Why am I talking so quietly? I live alone…Ana what are you doing?

“I just thought it’d be easier to talk on the phone,” he whispers back. Is he whispering because I was? Or is he with someone? Probably Vanessa…right?

“Yeah, for sure…I was worried I crossed a line with my last text to be honest…” I say a bit louder, but still softly because I’m embarrassed to be having to say this out loud now. Ana, you are an adult. Get it together!

He interrupts me as I’m trying to find a nice way to apologize for stepping over a professional line, “Ana, not at all. It’s so nice to have someone positive in my corner right now. I’ve been feeling imposter syndrome all day. Like this isn’t really happening to me.” He lowers his voice a bit, “I really needed to hear all that…and it means a lot coming from you.”

It means a lot coming from ME?! I’m blushing as he continues to say, “since we’ll be working so closely together on this. It’s nice knowing you’ll be there to help me when I’m feeling off or down.”

Yeah Ana, since you’ll be WORKING…FOR HIM. Sure, he’s not your official boss, but you’re his PA on set. You do what he says or asks for. Get it together. He means all this professionally…

“Austin, I told you, I’m here for you. Whether that means hyping you up when you need it or getting you coffee, which I should nail down your coffee order,” I joke to him trying to keep it professional, but sincere.

He laughs back. My god, that is the cutest laugh I’ve ever heard. Wow, Ana stop it right now, we literally just went through this. This is for WORK. He’s just being nice to you.

“Ana, coffee is the least of the things I’ll be asking for,” he says jokingly. Uhhhh, I know he doesn’t mean it in a sexual way, but…. My cheeks instantly burn, they have to be red hot. “But it’s just iced black coffee,” he continues and laughs a bit.

“Good to know boss, good to know. What else should I know? Allergic to peanut butter? A morning person or a night owl? What’s the basics on my Elvis Presley,” I joke back in a playful voice.

“Well Ana, how much time do you have,” he laughs back. The next few hours fly by as we laugh about Austin being a night owl, like myself, him telling me his favorite foods and me jokingly yelling at him about why he’s wrong about liking red grapes. Eventually, I see the time and panic.

“Austin, we’ve been on the phone for so long. It’s almost 4 AM and I have to be up in 2 hours to be at work,” I blurt out, but immediately start laughing and he laughs back. The last few hours have been filled with easy conversation like we’ve known each other for years. When was the last time I talked to someone for so long…and so openly? I wonder what he thinks.

“I had no idea it was so late, I’m supposed to be getting beauty sleep, right?” Austin chuckles as he says it.

“Like you need beauty rest,” I think to myself…wait…did I actually say that out loud? Oh my god, ANA!!!! I quickly laugh, “sorry I am just realizing how tired I am. As much as I want to continue telling you you’re wrong about Swiss cheese, I’m gonna need to not be in bed to talk to you and actually use the bed for sleep now.”

Phew, hopefully that was a quick save and he didn’t realize I was saying he didn’t need beauty rest…because he’s beautiful…

Austin chuckles and sighs, “I guess I need to do the same. But I’ve really loved talking to you and getting to know you. I’m more excited now to work with you. Like I have a friend alongside me in this.”

I smile the biggest dorky smile and realize he cannot hear that reaction on the phone… “I’m excited too. You’re gonna be so great, Austin.”

I hear nothing but silence… Hopefully he’s smiling? Or is he weirded out? “Sorry, I was smiling and realized that doesn’t work on the phone… I really am just so happy to have you for this, Ana.”

“I think we both need sleep, Austin. I’m gonna let you go so I’m not further responsible for the star of the movie I’m assisting on being tired the day after accepting the role,” I giggle.

“Ok, ok. The giggle got me, you win. I’m gonna text you tomorrow to see how you do at work. I feel like I owe you a coffee or two. Well, goodnight Ana,” he says goodnight so softly and sweet. Do I really have to hang up? I just wanna keep talking to him…

“Thank you for calling… goodnight Mr. Presley,” I whisper and hang up before I can keep talking. What a night…

#austin butler elvis #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fic #austin butler #austin butler x reader #elvis austin butler #elvis movie #elvis #elvis 2022 #fan fic #fan fiction

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ofthecaravel · 10 months

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I know this is kinda messy but uhhhh hope it’s a decent contribution.

Oh and fair warning to everyone, it’s smutty

Also fun idea cause I noticed this after rereading it: take a shot every time Danni calls Sammi baby

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Sammi was sprawled out on her back in bed trying to keep her hands above her waist. She didn’t work today so she had spent the time in their apartment getting ready for when Danni returned from her shift as a bar tender, and she should be home any minute.

As soon as she heard foot steps approach their bedroom she got excited. She’d spent the entire day desperate for Danni’s touch, just some form of release.

Danni entered, expecting her princess to be asleep considering how quiet the place was at 10 at night. However, the sight in front of her instantly made her face beet red. Sammi had her legs bent and spread on the plush sheets with her small breasts on full display. She instantly recognized the rosy lace panties she’d given Sammi for her birthday a few months back. She also didn’t miss the small dark spot that had grown on them as she approached her girl.

“How was work babe?” Sammi asked sweetly as she sat up to be face to face with the curly brunette.

“Was fine..” She answered back, clearly distracted. “Didn’t have to break up any fights tonight.” She finished with a lick of her lips as she crawled in front of Sammi, eyes still fixed on her lower half. Danni was wearing a thick white tank top and loose black jeans that were rolled at her ankles. “What do we have here hon?” She asked, finally looking up to make eye contact with the bassist she was kneeling in front of.

“I need you Danni.” she replied while leaning forward with a pout, doe eyes piercing their target.

Next thing she knew, her hand had trailed down to trace between her thighs. Her fingers inched closer towards the center until they finally reached her sweet spot.

Feeling just how soaked Sammi had gotten, Danni took it upon herself to duck down and lick a stripe against the panties, causing Sammi to let out a small, sweet gasp, tilting her head back against the headboard.

Not being able to take the wait, Danni gently, and oh so slowly began to slip the ruined fabric off of Sammi’s legs. A smile grew on the smaller girl’s face as she knew she’d finally be taken care of properly.

“What do you want sweetheart?” Danny inquired from down below while lightly ghosting her hands underneath Sammi’s thighs.

“I want you to have total control. I don’t wanna be aloud to come til you say I can.” She concluded with a “Can you do that for me?”, breath a tad shaky.

Danni just looked at her with admiration and with a low voice told her “Anything forever.”

The taller girl proceeded to kiss and suck at Sammi’s clit, sending shocks through her body. With every sigh and moan that Sammi emitted, Danni could feel the pull in her own stomach increase with desperation.

“Honey, you’re soaking wet” Danny declared, quite impressed honestly.

“Haven’t touched myself in like a week”. Sammi admitted, eyes still shut,head tilted back.

“why not baby?” Danni questioned.

“.. Saving myself for you” Sammi answered shyly, opening her eyes and looking down at her hands.

Danni gets back up on her knees and tilts Sammi’s chin up with care to capture her glossed mouth in a soft kiss. “Y know that’s gonna make it harder to keep yourself from coming right?”

Sam narrowed her eyes playfully. “S’part of the fun right?”

Now Danni was really ready to get things going. But she had an idea first.

“Hold on one sec.” She scuffled off the bed and made her way to the record player in the corner. Pulling out a particular sleeve from a nearby shelf, she gently slides the record out and placed it on the player. After flipping a switch and dropping the needle, She made her way back over to Sammi. Since I’ve Been Loving You by Led Zeppelin starts to play in the background.

Danni takes a seat at the edge of the bed but doesn’t crawl in. “On my lap baby.”

Sammi immediately obeys. She typically does. And besides she was far to needy right now to act bratty.

Before she positions herself on the drummer’s lap, Danni spreads her own legs and pats the thigh of her right one. This signals to Sam that she’s in for a ride.. quite literally.

After securing herself on the clothed thigh, Sammi was met with a thumb pad to her mouth and gratefully took it in. She accidentally bites a little to hard.

“Ah” Danny hissed “careful baby”

“Mm sorry” Sammi apologized

“That’s alright honey, I bet it just feels too good doesn’t it” Danni reassured, lowering her voice a bit.

“Mmm hmm!” Sammi hummed, taking the thumb back into her mouth. She began to ride like her life depended on it.

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After about 20 nonstop minutes of kissing, hair tugging, and Sammi humping Danni’s now soaked thigh, Danni decides to pay some attention somewhere else. She leans down and takes one of Sammi’s nipples in her mouth, needily attending to the bud.

This just about sent Sam over the edge.

“I can’t fucking hold it anymore dan dan” Sammi declared with her arms resting on Danni’s shoulders.

“Don’t say that princess, i know you can wait a little longer” Danni insisted “it’ll feel so good once I let you come, and you know you deserve to feel good”

Sammi moaned low and needy at that. She wanted to feel good! And she wanted to be good for her girlfriend.

“Say it for me sweet girl, say you deserve to feel good”

“UNHH” Sammy let out, head falling back slightly and pace increasing on the drummers thigh. “I-”she interrupted herself with a sharp gasp when Danni started rubbing at her exposed clit. “I WANNA FEEL GOOD, I DESERVE TO FEEL GOOD! PLEASE MAKE ME FEEL SO SO GOOD!” At that point she begun babbling and Danni decided she had earned it.

“That’s it babygirl, come for me. You’ve worked for it”

Sammy immediately sped up against the denim as she releases the tension in her body and finally allowed herself to claim her pleasure. She slumps against Danni who begins to quietly coo in the subs ear while raking her fingers in her hair.

“You did so good darling.” Danni praised, making Sammi feel all fuzzy inside.

“Wanna hop in the shower?” Danni asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes please.” Sammi now shot up. She wasn’t sure whether to prepare for a round two, or a surprise hair wash from Danni. If she’s lucky maybe both..

anon........just thank you

#dani in white tank top???#bambi eyes sammi????#SINCE IVE BEEN LOVING YOU????#theres a definite undercurrent of genuine love between them and its so palpable and that makes it all the more special #I LOVE THIS THANK YOU #girl van fleet #dani wagner #sammi kiszka

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sayakasblogg · 1 month

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Kyoko update. I got time so I visited her today.

Message:

My fingrs feel a lot better and everthing is a lot more clr. BlondPink over here's a drk but shs okay for helping me out. That ointment from O really has been hlping lots. Hey O, I think yr still pretty sus but...for the time being, ill let you off the hk.

I stcked on Grief Seeds so I'm fine there. Bt I ony have two lft. I'm still debating on what to do next fr that. While normally I'd just bust out of the hospital, I'm really out of it stll. I tried transforming but I ended up vomitting in the bathroom. BlondPink had to practically carrying me back to my room.

Also, I'm not an idiot! YOUR THE IDIOT! UGH. BLONDPINK INSULT BLUE, MY FINGRS ARE KILLING ME.

Anywy....I'm gonna go raid the hospital pantry. They have pudding.

End of that little message.

BlondPink is me. I've got blond hair with some pink highlights. And for the sake of politeness, I won't insult you. You seem pretty nice.

So yeah. She's sorta getting back to normal. The police were still pretty wary about me. I really need to think of a long-term solution to this Kyoko visiting thing. The police here are lot more strict than they are back home (I used to live in North America).

I tried to ask the nurse about when Kyoko's getting out but.....she weirdly avoided the question. I don't like that one bit. I'll keep my eyes out on that. Anyway, I also had to pay her hospital bills but it wasn't too much. And I don't mind. She was actually kinda nice to me today believe or not. She gave me some of her pudding. Pretty nasty but it was nice that she shared. She talked about you and Madoka and Mami a lot though. Kyoko really seems to be happy that you guys are in her life. Says she's felt like she's known you guys forever. How long have you all actually have known her anyway?

Also, I tried to bring up the whole crying thing but she shut me down real quick by slugging my arm.

Kyoko punches really, really, really hard.

And uh.....

I've also been getting weird dreams now. I keep dreaming that I'm a Magical Girl. I'm wearing this weird red and pink dress and my teddy bear, Kumanosuke is like my weapon or something. But the weird part is.....it's not just me.

I've got this friend, Riko, and she's been also been having weird dreams of being this weird superpowered magical girl. It's starting to drive me a little freaked out because of what's going on with you and Madoka and Kyoko about having dreams.

Even as I'm typing this, something about being surrounded by magical girls and helping them out seems familiar.

Sorry, now I'm just going on and on.

In any case, things are better there in Mitikihara! I'll keep you posted!

-Ashley

Thanks for this!!! Here’s my message to her:

Well I’m glad you’re feeling better! I’m glad the ointment is helping too!

…You can come to Mitakihara or something. Kyubey says you need to keep your Soul Gem purified so…you need to get more Grief Seeds. Eeesh…that sounds very bad. Maybe…maybe we can send you a few Grief Seeds? If that’s possible?

Fine, you’re a dork then! And uhhh…have fun raiding the hospital pantry…

End of the message.

Yup! I noticed! At first I thought it was Mami and/or Madoka but then I caught up real quick ahaha! And thanks for that!! I don’t normally insult people either haha.

Uhhhh…maybe it’s weird but you could say you’re a very distant cousin or relative? And you didn’t want to tell the police because you were worried you’d get arrested or you were ashamed of Kyoko? Uhhhh just suggesting. Yeah the police in Japan are pretty strict.

Thank you so much!!! That is pretty suspicious behavior. Oh that’s so nice to hear!!! I’m glad she’s warming up to you! Huh…I’m…really honored she thinks that way… me and Madoka haven’t known her for that long, think like a few weeks? Mami-san and Kyoko have some history together though but I don’t know how long. A few months or years maybe? Come to think of it I don’t know Kyoko that long but it feels like I have known her for so long now…almost nostalgic in a way….

Eeeash. Yeah I guessed that. She’s a Magical girl after all soooo I wouldn’t be surprised if she was really tough heh.

That’s…really weird. These dreams aren’t contagious are they…? That sounds really weird anyway. Maybe you are a candidate…? But if you are, I’m sure you’ll make a great Magical girl!

It’s alright! You can ramble! I don’t mind!

Thanks for these too by the way!!! These updates are really helpful hehe!

#sayaka talks #puella magi madoka magica #pmmm #pmmm sayaka #sayaka miki #sakaya miki #ask!

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