#BUT!! AFTER FAILING TOMORROW THEN I CAN REST LOL

[afortoru]

𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆

Summary: you express your love to him in this soft moment when you're both cuddled up on the bed.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Genre: smooch ball fluff

Warnings: you might fall in love...none lol

Word count: 925

A/n: wrote this when I was crying while missing him once, pretty much self indulgent....also a comeback fic ig <3

It's not easy....

It's not easy to love The Strongest but it sure was easy to love Satoru.

The way he holds you,longs for your touch when he comes back from a long mission,when he smiles softly playing with your hair strands while you're half asleep.You know he loves you,he never fails to keep raising the bar for himself. Sometimes it's the intimacy you share, sometimes when you both are coddled up in the quiet peaceful nights and sometimes it's just you two laying under a bright sunny sky in the winters. 

You know your man deserves the world. You'd do anything and everything for him,too much to say that you want to protect this precious being. 

But mostly it's him,he's always there. God,Satoru would turn the world upside down for you.His world brightens when a smile spreads across your face. 

It's 12 in the midnight right now.You rested your head on his chest feeling his heartbeat,your heartbeat. 

Satoru smiles gently,caressing your hair. Oh how much he longs for moments like this.

"Do you have work tomorrow?" You asked,breaking the silence.He looks down at you,wondering what made you ask it.

"Uh...not really since I just got some important work done.Why sweetcheeks?"

"Can you take a day off?"

Satoru smiles before nodding."Why, Missing me too much?",he teased with a light smirk across his face. 

"Yes.Hate it when you're not around."

Oh.... 

He loves when you show your dominance over his love,after all he's all yours.He loves it when you ask him to stay instead of telling him to go otherwise principal Yaga and the students would be mad at him. He wants you to pull him closer when he's about to get up from the bed at dawn to face the world. He longs for when you actually show your longing for him.

"Don't worry, I'd take a week off for as long as you want my lovely wife",he smiles cupping your cheeks. 

You lean forward,your chin pressed on his chest as you face him up. 

And when you notice his eyes,those beautiful crystal blue eyes deeper than the ocean you feel like there's his younger self behind those eyes wanting to be held closer,wanting to be loved without being demanding, wanting to be loved without being called out too clingy or childish,wanting to be loved as a human, as Satoru, as your Toru.

Your Toru….

You didn't realize when the tears brimmed into your eyes and came right down to your cheeks.Satoru's eyes widened...why are you crying,he's right here.Why'd you cry?

"Hey baby....look at me I'm here. I'm staying here forever,by your side.", he tries to convince you but you hide your face in his chest before looking up at him.You wipe your tears and smile lightly hitting the side of your head. 

"God I'm so stupidly in love with you,I'm not crying it's just....happy tears."

Satoru smiles softly before putting your hair strands behind your ears and cupping your face.

"I love you and we both are stupidly in love with each other, ok?",he said, making you chuckle as you nodded.

His heart swells with the amount of love you couldn't help but shower him with as he pulls you gently into an everlasting hug.

You know this is your love,that you and Satoru build through all the ups and downs. 

He looks at you like you're some blessing that was granted to him not knowing how much he needed it. 

“I love you too,Toru.Love you so much that I might say the corniest stuff right now so I'll shut up.” 

You both chuckled and you swear how much you love his voice, his soft chuckle is what your heartbeat sounds like. 

“Then say it…”,he bends his head down gently biting your soft cheeks.“...please I wanna hear it, sweet cheeks.”

You looked up at him smiling giddily.“I'll hide the sun if it bothers you,I'll stop the rain if you don't like it, I…I wanna take away your pain from the past and give you the happiest future.Just come back to me,I don't care about anything. Never hide your emotions from me, Toru…never please.Promise on our love, I'll fight the world for you.”

Why would you say something like this? How can Satoru love you more than he already does? 

He could hear the desperation in your voice, the longing which made his breath hitch.

“Baby…” he cups your cheeks into his palm and leaned closer to kiss you as you wrapped your hands around his head and caressed his hair, pulling him into a slow and passionate kiss.

The emotions he's feeling right now is overwhelming. He kissed you since he doesn't know how to respond. It's mostly him being so vocal like this but today you decided to switch roles and oh god, his head is spinning. If it wasn't for you holding him so close right now, feeling your soft touch on his skin he'll think this was all just a dream. But it's not, it's real.

Satoru could die a happy man in your arms, but he can't die now since he has to live for you. He'll come back to you, doesn't matter wherever he is. 

In this world where nothing is his, he's assured that you're his forever. His love is all his. 

Dividers by @rookthornesartistry

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[onskepa]

Hello!

Tomorrow is my birthday and i hope you dont mind if i request you. If you could write a neteyam and human reader where she is deaf (because im deaf to lol) and after the ambush quaritch made, they have to take her with them, to the metkayina. Neteyam finds out she doesn't speak since she is deaf and doesn't hear herself, so he learns the metkayina sign language. But poor boy finds out she knows the american sign language (or one from earth). Also, only jake, her and norm knows it

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETIE!!

I did my best to make sure my gift to you is the best! I hope you can enjoy this! And enjoy the rest of your birthday, have a nice treat and celebrate!

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Palang

“What is she doing here? Not that I don't mind” Lo’al tells spider. Lo’ak and his siblings left to look for one of the old battle grounds to find anything interesting. But spider decided to bring a plus one to the trip. 

“I thought it would be good and nice if she enjoys the outdoors from time to time” Spider replies. Next to him was a girl whom the sully’s sees on a rare occasion outside of the lab. Standing next to spider, with a shy posture she gives the kids a small smile and waves at them a ‘hello’. 

“Well then let's go” lo’ak shrugs as takes lead of the small group. Spider guides his friend to be in the middle of the group as he walks behind her. The sully kids failed to see what the unique communication spider and his friend were having.

It was dark, wet from the rain, and being held down tightly from strangers she has never met before. The girl was having constant internal screams about how she would get out of it. Looking at the rest of the teens, she can see kiri moving her lips, by body movement, she can guess kiri was doing a prayer of some sort. Perhaps praying for someone to save them. And really, the girl does want to be saved. Go back to the lab and in her comfy bed. Pretend the capture/hostage situation was a bad dream. 

Slowly and carefully she scans spider and the rest, to make sure they are calm. Especially the little one. Poor baby must be scared to death! 

However, she noticed everyone turning their heads to a certain direction, she followed their eyes. But all she sat was darkness. Perhaps it is the help they all prayed for? 

“Here, this will help you feel better” Neteyam tells the silent human girl. Placing the bowl in front of her face, she jumped a bit startled. Looking up at him, she makes a gesture with her hand and chin and accepts the bowl. Neteyam thought it was but gave her a short smile and left her to eat in peace. 

Neteyam doesn't know much about the silent girl. Seen her only a handful of times. And even then, she was mostly with spider. And speaking of spider, he felt bad for his friend being taken from the demons. Whatever or wherever he is, he can only hope spider is safe. 

“And why must we bring her with us!? She would stand out! Nobody from any clan will accept us with her!” Neytiri screeches to Jake as they discuss about leaving the Omatikaya clan. Jake was pacing back and forth, taking deep breaths. Being careful to say the right words. 

“She knows as much as spider. The RDA knows that kid is here and will likely look for her. And if they find her, they find everyone. Spider may not say a word to the RDA but they know there is another. It leaves us no choice. We have to take her with us”. 

Outside from the tent, their children were listening really closely. The four siblings all looked at each other and then silently to the girl who was staring at the bonfire. To leave their home, everything they ever knew was devastating. And to take a human who so far hasn't spoken a word would make things difficult to coming to terms with. 

“If she comes with us, how will that work?” Tuk asks silently. Neteyam gives it a moment of thought before walking over to the girl. 

The girl stared at the fire, feeling the bright warmth. Would follow the little burning sparks as it fades away. How it dances and sways, never still always moving. Even if the fire stays in one spot, its movements never conform. So hypnotic and soothing. 

At least it was that until a large hand touched her shoulder. 

She quickly turns her head to see who it was. The boy who gave her some food. His mouth was moving, but all she could do was look at him. Perhaps he doesn't know? Turning her body towards him, she points to herself with her finger, and then moves her finger from the chin up to her ear. 

She observed the boy in front of her, his lips moving downwards and eyes moving slightly. Confused is most likely what he is feeling. And again he moves his mouth, with his hands moving as well but none of the hand moves he makes forms any words. 

This will be tricky to communicate.

 “I'm sorry, I don't know what this hand thing you do” Neteyam says. He huffs out a bit frustrated. Looking down at the girl, and the girl seems to understand. He looks over to his fathers table of computers and tablets. There was a small tablet at the end of the table. Grabbing it he hands it to the girl. 

And it made the girl smile, her shoulders relaxing. Quickly she types in some words and flips it for him to read. 

“I am deaf. I cannot hear you. I cannot speak, for I am mute” 

Neteyam read the sentence over and over. Letting this new found information settle in. He looked at her, who was smiling. 

“You mean, you can't hear me? Can't hear anything?” he asks. The girl turns the tablet to type something else. And again, she flips it over. 

“I can not hear anything. Your sound, the sound of others. From the roars of the ikrans, to things being moved. I can't hear. That is how I am.” 

This opened a new window of perception to neteyam. A human who cant hear? How did that work? Or, not work in this case. To hear nothing but silence? It boggled his mind. Is this why he never heard her voice? 

Taking the tablet he does his best to type out some words. 

“If you can't hear, then how do you go on everyday?” 

The girl reads it and takes it back to reply. 

“I heighten my other senses. More specifically, sense of touch and feel. I do my best to feel the vibrations of everything. My eyes are also sharp. No means am I perfect on it. I get distracted sometimes”. 

And that is how they communicated for the few hours they had together. Neteyam couldn't help but take interest in the girl. Yet somehow despite the long time of “chatting”, not once did neteyam ask for her name. 

After so many long talks and arguments. It was settled. The sully family and the young girl all left to seek a new home for the better safety of the children. For the entire travel, the girl was with neteyam. He did his best to bring her comfort. 

Everything was happening so fast, new regions the girl has never seen before. And before she had the chance to admire the environment, they had to move forward. Between sunny days and dark thunderous nights, 

The other siblings did their best to make the trip as comfortable for her as possible, but there was so much they could do. Of course she took the tablet to type out her words but the battery can last only for so long. So the tablet is used only for emergencies. 

But alas, they reached the final destination. In view, was the clear blue waters of a beautiful island. White earth covering connecting the blue ocean. The girl was in awe, the na’vi also looked different yet similar at the same time. Many with interesting tattoos! 

Climbing down from the ikran, the girl was able to feel the warm yet wet sand. Felt funny but it was soft, seeing ahead, tuk was looking at the gathering crowd. Neteyam guides the girl to look up at him. He gestures to stand close behind him. Complying she does so. 

As they all walk up to the crowd, two na’vi walked up to jake and the others. Conversation was happening as she sees their mouths moving. 

She tries her best to understand but all her thoughts were stopped as the female na’vi walked up to her. Glaring down with her clear eyes. 

“And what of her?” Ronal asks as she inspects the quiet sky demon in front of her. Jake walked to them, keeping his hands out for ronal to see. 

“She cant speak, not even hear. We will watch over her. I promise, if she must, she will also learn your ways” Jake pleaded. Ronal glaces at him and then back at the girl. Small in height, not very threat looking. 

So she turns and has a silent conversation with Tonowari. 

“They accept” The girl thought. A small smile broke out from her face, feeling relieved. By observing the two leaders, simply watching their eyes was enough to tell her many things. They did always say, the silence can speak a thousand words.

“Can you do that again? “ Neteyam asks tsireya. She happily does so. She, ao’nung and rotxo were teaching the sully children how to speak in sign language. This is one lesson neteyam payed attention to in great detail. Tried to mesmerize what each movement is for. 

“You seem more eager with our finger talk than actually swimming” Ao’nung comments. “He wants to talk to our friend. '' Tuk applies the small information ith a happy, shameless smile. Her siblings were quick to scold her. 

“Why doesn't your friend join us? It would be interesting to get to know her” Rotxo says. Lo’ak shakes his head, “well good luck with that. She is deaf”. 

“Lo’ak!” Neteyam shouts. 

This raised some curiosity with the metkayina children. 

“You mean, she can't hear anything? At all?” Tsireya asks, all the sully kids nodded. While loss of hearing wasn't entirely impossible, such a rarity in fact, it doesn't stop one from searching for methods to communicate. 

“Well, all the more reasons to bring her with you! I would like to meet her and chat” Tsireya says with a happy smile. Now feeling more eager, tsireya and the others do their best for the sully kids to hone the new skill and perhaps have better communication with the girl. 

The girl in question felt the familiar footsteps of neteyam. Turning to see him enter, he had a bright smile on his face. Curious, she had her full attention on him. Neteyam moved his hands, making unfamiliar signs. It looked like sign language but all the movements were wrong and couldn't make out anything. 

Tilting her head, he gives him a confused expression. 

Neteyam sees this and tries again, making sure he made all the right signs like how tsireya taught him. 

“You do not understand?”  He signs to her. And again, the girl shrugs and looks to be a bit lost by his communication. Sighing, he grabs the emergency tablet to type. 

“I was learning sign language today. That was what I was trying to do with you. I thought I learned it correctly, was there no sign readable?” 

The girl reads his message and forms her mouth to the shape of an “oh”. Finally understanding, she replies to him. 

“I understand now. The sign language you were learning is na’vi language. The language I sign is english. So there is still a barrier” 

Her shoulders shake, as if she was laughing silently. Poor boy went through hours of learning how to sign only to be fruitless in the end. Neteyam  hangs his head low. Feeling slightly embarrassed. Of course it would be english. Nobody, not even from his clan, new of the sign language of their people. 

Grabbing the tablet, he says “well it seems we both have learning to do” 

The next day, neteyam brought the silent girl to meet the metkayina children. She felt slightly overwhelmed but felt happy to be included. Tisreya was more than eager to talk to the gently sky demon, but neteyam informed her the sign language she spoke was still of sky demon language. 

So to combat it, Tsireya took  it upon herself to personally teach both neteyam and the girl how to speak with their hands. 

And to say, it was no easy feat. 

Having an extra finger, there were things that needed to be adjusted. But not impossible oh no. If anything, the girl was just as eager to learn a new language. And with steady ease did she manage to have conversations with neteyam and the other kids! 

Things were not as awkward as before. Needing the tablet less and less. Almost forgotten. The girl smiled more, and became very active. From swimming to doing her part in the clan. She felt like it was a second chance. No more white cold metal walls but see the beautiful ocean every day. To be as free and easily speak with others better than she ever did back at the forest. 

As she sees it, it was a rebirth, and a rebirth requires a new name. 

“Good morning Palang” Tuk signs to palang. Stretching out her limbs, letting the morning sunlight rays hit her skin, palang signs back, “Good morning tuktuk”. 

Another glorious day. Getting up, palang gets ready for the day. Communicating with sending specific vibrations or hand signs, everyone in the pod does their morning routine. Today, palang and neteyam have hunting and gathering duties. Something both have come to love. 

“Palang don't forget, you have to assist tuk with her lessons” Neytiri signs to palang. She nods to confirm, “Yes netyiri, I will make sure she doesn't skip this time”. She goes to the edge, ready to dive as neteyam walks up beside her. 

“Are you ready palang?” Neteyam signs to her. Palang smiles, the shine of the sun competing with the shine of her eyes. “Yes, lets do this!” she signs back. Both jump into the water and dive deep. The oceanic colors and life never cease to amaze them. Truly, Palang feels completed and hopes to grow further alongside her greatest friend, neteyam. 

Aaaaaaand that is all everyone! Anon, I hope you liked this fic and all of you liking it as well~!

I typed this with sleepy eyes and brain, If i made mistakes please tell me!

Until next time! See ya!

Palang - contact (in a social sense) communicate with

P.S: I spent more time on the name than I did with the story XP

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[icequeenbae]

Hii! This is a more slow burn request so I’m sorry if it’s a little difficult, but could I request Heartsteel Ezreal x reader who’s knowledgeable and quite sarcastic and quick witted with their replies? I just wonder how their meeting would go with the whole Black cat, golden retriever vibe!

And maybe the reader sometimes suffers from low self-esteem and burnout.

Pairing: Heartsteel!Ezreal x Reader ft. all members

Heartsteel AU, attempted humor, fluff

Warnings: grumpymanager!Reader, Kayn is annoying as fuck… language? lol

Word Count: ~1.4k

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Author’s Note: Hiii~ Thank you for the Ezreal request, sweetie! I do have my favorites in Heartsteel to write for, and he is definitely at the top of that list <3 Not sure if this is exactly what you wanted, but let’s give it a try! As usual, let me know via comments/ asks/ reblogs, I try stay on it~ P.S. The stuff I post for requests is usually not beta’ed, so pls bear with me…

You rubbed your tired eyes and cursed, checking if your fingers had any mascara on them. There was an issue to resolve, and you had hoped to finish up before the Heartsteel members returned to the waiting room after their rehearsal. But your plan failed miserably.

‘Our dearest manager!’ Kayn appeared next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. ‘Always working, what a busy little bee!’

You raised your eyebrow at him and stayed silent until he cleared his throat and retracted his arm, while the rest of the members scattered around the room, minding their own business.

‘Someone has to work around here,’ you replied, typing away on your laptop.

‘You should take a break and go grab something to eat at least,’ Yone suggested.

His amiable comment made you release a desperate sigh.

‘They messed up the mic backup, Yone. Not to mention that we have the music video budget due tomorrow and someone screwed up the calculations. I cannot let you film without the drones or the special effects crew. If you do everything yourselves, you’ll be dead before you go on stage again, and I will be ripped into a million tiny pieces by the company or your fans. And I don’t know which one’s worse…’

‘If that’s Sett’s fans you’ll live. They all twinky as shit, look at Phel.’ Kayn cackled, and Yone glared at him.

Sett and Aphelios exchanged looks, probably deciding to give their most annoying member a proper thrashing another time just for the sake of your emotional wellbeing. At least someone understood how dire the situation was.

‘How can I help?’ The producer asked.

Although you appreciated the offer, you knew that they had to perform tomorrow, so Yone would have to supervise the last of preparations starting early morning. You could not allow him to spend the night helping you and then go straight into tomorrow’s work. The price of a screwup was too high on this one.

‘You can help by taking them out for dinner and making sure they’re tucked in later. I don’t want anyone out wreaking any havoc while I’m not around to settle everything.’

‘That I can arrange.’ Yone nodded, giving the rest of the members a solid onceover. ‘You heard Y/N, boys. No fun for you tonight, we have a very long day tomorrow.’

‘Ugh. Buzzkill…’ Sett sighed, and Phel pinched him on the arm, hard. ‘Ow!!’

‘I think we can live with one night in, guys,’ Ezreal interjected. ‘We’re so tired anyway.’

‘Speak for yourself, young man. I am full of energy!’ K’Sante retorted.

What a traitorous blow! You’d expect it from anyone but him.

Noticing your flabbergasted expression, K’Sante quickly continued.

‘…which I can spend by working some iron in the gym before bed time.’

You shook your head, trying to focus on your spreadsheet again. It was a little- no, it was extremely overwhelming, trying to fix several urgent issues at once, while running on a couple hours of sleep, half a sandwich (had to donate the rest to Sett – he’s still growing, after all… or so he thinks) and way too much coffee.

‘Are you going to stay here though?’ Ezreal asked, sounding too quiet for his usual bubbly self.

You assumed he was afraid to get the short end of the stick and make you explode with his question. But you were too tired to even yell at any of them.

‘Not that I have any choice,’ you answered dryly. ‘Not everyone can teleport, Ezzie.’

He pursed his lips, probably realizing that it was best to leave you alone before you gave him the same glare that Kayn had earned earlier. Unlike the demonic bastard, Ezreal was among the members who preferred to stay away from you when you were fuming, as opposed to irritating you further to poke some fun. Yone had already spent a week negotiating for you to take back your resignation once, so they were on their best behavior ever since. Well, the best they could muster, which wasn’t that great but in the grand scheme of things… you’d take what you could get.

After they all vacated the premises, you finally managed to send the updated budget numbers for approval, and made a few calls about the mic replacement. It was unbelievable, but you really had to find someone to get the necessary equipment and fly in to bring it on time. So you stayed at the venue to be able to check whether everything worked fine right away.

But later that night, a mystery visitor woke you up while scooping you off the chair to get you onto the sofa.

‘Mhm- what… Who’s here??’ You jerked up from your uncomfortable sleeping position, accidentally hitting someone in the face with your head.

‘Ow!’ You heard someone squeak and turned around, finding Ezreal in pain, holding his hand to his nose.

‘What on Earth brings you here??’ You instinctively pinched the bridge of his nose as if that would help with the pain. ‘Wait, what time is it? Where is my phone??’

‘I took it,’ he said, wiping under his nose to check for blood.

Thankfully, there was none, and he was okay. Your nervous system, however, was not as lucky.

‘What do you mean, you took it??’ You frantically checked the time on your laptop. ‘3:23? I was supposed to meet someone an hour ago! Why didn’t you wake me up?!’

You grabbed your phone from blabbering Ezreal, but he clung to you like a koala.

‘Y/N, I-’

‘I know. You didn’t think properly, and now I will have to find a way to get that guy to come back if he isn’t sleeping in his hotel already… Shit, Ezzie, you fucked up! No, I fucked up. How could I have fallen asleep?? Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ You knocked on your own head with your knuckles to make a point, and Ezreal caught you by the wrist with his two hands, looking as if you had hit him and not yourself.

‘Y/N, I already met with him and took the mics. We ran a test downstairs with some of the overnight technicians. Everything is set up and working fine.’

You blinked at him a few times, still confused.

‘Uh- You… did?’

‘Yes. I came back earlier and you were asleep. Then someone called you, so I figured- And then I went down and checked everything,’ he delivered anxiously. ‘I also brought you a sandwich- but I didn’t want to wake you, so…’

He grabbed a paper bag from the sofa and shoved it into your hands. You looked at it, and then back at Ezreal, your sleepy and stressed-out brain still catching up with everything.

‘Um- so you brought me… a sandwich?’ You asked.

‘Yes,’ he nodded, strangely bashful. ‘And a juice box.’

His cheeks became rosy, and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Ezreal looked like a stray puppy, unsure about whether it was safe to express his affection.

As your laughter settled, you finally exhaled. Everything was okay, thanks to your unexpected little helper for tonight. And now that he’d mentioned the food…

‘I hope you got me an extra-large one.’ You hummed, sitting your butt down.

‘I got two,’ he beamed. ‘And a chocolate bar.’

‘Good. You look like you could have some chocolate right about now.’

And of course, after such an eventful night, as well as the previous few days, having a full belly made you dozy again. Although you did notice Ezreal’s head slowly tilting towards your shoulder through the layer of drowsiness, you didn’t catch your own head leaning onto his.

Due to your carelessness, you were in for a rude awakening in just a few hours.

‘Now, isn’t that adorable?’ Even from the depths of hell you would have heard Kayn exclaim in the most obnoxious voice possible.

‘I’m taking a picture. For the family album!’ K’Sante announced, quick to utilize the camera on his phone.

‘Or future blackmail…’ Kayn sneered evilly.

‘Maybe I should post that picture of you stuck in the vault with your pants down, Shieda Kayn.’ You mused out loud, eyes still shut.

There were a few sounds resembling muffled cursing, and then Kayn walked it back.

‘Hey man, we shouldn’t take pictures of people sleeping. It’s illegal or some shit. Let’s just go check on the preparations, come on.’

And so, they went back to where they came from. ‘Manager…’ You heard Ezreal whisper, head still laying on your shoulder. ‘You’re amazing.’

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A/N: Thank you for reading and happy holidays my sweethearts!! I have just a couple more requests to go~ I don't think I will take more for the time being but I might come up with another requests event for 900 or 1000 milestone! Please don't forget to comment and reblog if you want to support me 💜 And check out my masterlist for more of my HEARTSTEEL and kpop content 💕

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[alittlextrathatway]

Honestly any lyric from Universe can fit brettsey but I think I’ll go with “You make me believe in something bigger than just me”

You can choose the location! Please tag me when you’re done! I think this is so cool!

And back to canon we go with this one lol.

Let's see what location shall I pick?

How about...

on the street.

***

He leaves again tomorrow, but not forever this time.

He'll be back and forth for the next few months as Ben finishes school and makes the transition to college. After that, he'll be back in Chicago full time to build the life with Sylvie he's been dreaming about for years.

Tonight, they're headed to Molly's to announce their engagement and say his goodbyes. But before they head in, he has more he's been wanting to say to Sylvie.

He tugs on her hand and squeezes her fingers. As she turns to look at him he nods toward the small alley next to the bar. She follows him with a concerned expression on her far too beautiful face. He takes in every inch of it, from the wrinkle between her eye brows to the downturned corners of her mouth.

He presses her against the wall, caging her in with his hands on her hips and then smiles at her, hoping to soothe her concern.

"Before we go in there and I have to share you for the rest of the night," he begins, pressing a swift kiss to her lips. "I wanted to talk a bit."

The tension melts out of her body and she leans her weight against the wall, bringing her hands and arms up to rest on his shoulders. "Well, you know I love it when you decide to use your words. It usually works out pretty well for us," she teases.

He chuckles and sends her a mock glare. "Noted."

"What topic did you have in mind this time?" She asks, smiling brighter despite his narrowed eyes.

"I know long distance isn't what either of us wants," he says, diving right in. If he's learned anything form almost losing Sylvie it's that it's better to be up front than dance around the big issues. "So, before we jump back into that for the next few months I just want to make sure you know that it's going to be different this time. I'm going to be different. I want to make more intentional choices about how I spend my time, especially my time with you."

"Matt..."

He can tell she's about to let him off the hook for all the times he cancelled on her and didn't return her willingness to travel for the sake of their relationship so he cuts her off. "Don't say I don't need to, Sylvie, we both know that's not true."

She rolls her lips and sighs but nods, conceding his point. "Okay."

"I let our relationship slip on my priorities list and, yes, the boys are important but they shouldn't be more important than you. You and them, and now Julia too, should all be on equal footing. Until I'm back here with you permanently I'm going to make sure that's the case. Losing you again isn't an option."

"You won't," Sylvie promises. "This time if I start to feel like we're fading away then I'll tell you. I won't hold it in and try to deal with it on my own. You weren't the only problem, Matt. I failed us too. But we made it though it, we're here together now, and that's what's important. And this time, everything seems to be leading to us ending up closer together -- not further apart."

"Our stars are aligning you mean?" He asks, an affectionate grin tugging at his lips.

She sighs again, this time she sounds relieved and content, as if she's finally comfortable. Finally, in his arms again like she was always meant to be. "Yes, our stars are finally lining up."

"I never really believed in that kind of thing before you," he admits.

"What kind of thing?"

"Meant to be, fate, kismet. Whatever you wanna call it. The big picture or grand design. I just thought we search out our people and we commit to being good to them. You make the best of where you are and the people you're with. And that's it."

"And I changed your mind?" Sylvie asks.

He rests his forehead against hers while he nods. His eyes mist over as they always do when he stops to think about the gravity of his feelings for Sylvie Brett. "You changed everything. The way you love me and the boys, the way you just knew Julia was made to be yours, the timing of all of it with Ben going off to college. You're the one that brings the pieces together for me. You help me see the design amidst all the chaos. If that makes any sense."

"It makes perfect sense," she agrees, tightening her hold on him and pulling him closer. "To me anyway."

Of course it does because she understands him in a way no one else every has before. "I love you."

"I love you too."

And now he gets to spend the rest of his life reminding her of that as often as possible.

#brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey #write4life13 #matt casey x sylvie brett #prompt fic #my fic #angellwings writes

[puppiesandnightlock]

Link Nightwing and Flamebird

Aggggggghhhhhh this is the prompt i was so excited for!!! its my favorite one out of all of them!!

Summary: Its a masquerade ball and Jon is ready...if only he could find who he was supposed to be matching with.

i.e. damian and jon went matching to the gala but damian failed to mention who they were going as and they dance and its really cute.

A/N:

so, just a disclaimer, even tho i did do my reseach on the flamebird and nightwing thing and obviously ive read a shit ton of fics thta deal with this, im shortening it incredibly and switching up some things bc i have to fit it in the context its used for in this story   anyways this is the prompt i was most excited for bc yassss masqurade ball and i almost made it a royalty one but at the last minute did this lol

If anyone would have asked Jon, he would tell them that everything that happened that night was completely Damian’s doing. 

It started off simple enough, when the Kents had gotten an invite to the annual Wayne gala. He hadn't thought much of it, they were invited every year, his parents called to cover the event by the Planet. 

Jon had completely forgotten about it until a week before, when his brother waltzed in one night and asked him what he was going to be for the masquerade ball.

“W-What?” He’d sputtered.

“Yeah, you know the ball Tim’s family puts on? We’re going as demons and angels.” Kon had said, laying in the air with his hands behind his head in a resting position.

“They didn’t tell me that!” Jon whipped out his phone and began spamming Damian with questions until his phone started ringing.

“ Honestly, corncob, must you do this now?”

The familiar annoyed tone drawled through the phone speaker.

“Uh, yeah! What the actual heck am I supposed to go as?”

The two boys could hear the eye roll through the phone, followed by the usual “tt '' of disappointment. 

“ Calm yourself Jonathan, if it worries you so much, you can simply go matching with me. I’ll send something over in your measurements tomorrow, assuming they’re still the same from a few months ago .”

“Fine. What are we going to be?”

“ I think I'll let that be a surprise. I’ll see you next week, Jon.”

The phone clicked, signaling the end of the call. 

“You see, your boyfriend has your back.” 

Kon ruffled his hair, ignoring the angry screeches of “ He’s not my boyfriend, Connor!! You know what he is? He's a flaming piece of sherbet!”

“Still can’t swear.” He chuckled, zooming out the window. 

The fact that Damian wouldn't tell him didnt stop the flow of guesses coming from the farmboy.

He pulled the worst guesses after a while, disappointed when even the best ones had been vetoed. The sun and moon one had come close, Damian had nearly smiled when he said it so that was close at least.

When the night of the gala came, he stepped into his room only to be greeted by an intricate box tied with a ribbon on his bed.

Opening it, he found a black suit, flames running up to his elbow from the cuffs, the suit otherwise black but illuminated by the colors of the sleeves. 

The mask was built up with intricate patterns of gold, and when he put it on, it gave the picture of wearing fire itself. 

Gasping, he stumbled a little, pulling it off before placing it delicately back in the box. As he took the suit out to put on after a shower, he noticed a paper floating out from under it. He snatched it midair and noticed Damian’s elegant script.

“ You have your half, now you will have to come find me. No powers, by the way.”

Of course he couldn't just tell me what we were doing. This is fire, right? What's the opposite of fire?

He dressed, finding in pleasant surprise that the coattails of the jacket had the same flames his cuffs did, cut in an odd jagged pattern. As he spun in the mirror, they flared out, almost resembling…dragon wings?

He picked up the mask again, noticing the way it curved down on his face, resembling a snout.

An idea began to form, it was if he had all the pieces of a puzzle but couldn't yet fit them together.

His parents had insisted on pictures, marveling at the suit and mask. 

“Damian must have designed this himself. It has his mark of dramatics.” Lois traced the fire on the sleeve.

“What is he going as?” Clark asked as they got into the car that had gone to pick them up.

“He hasn't told me. I’m supposed to guess.” Jon rolled his eyes, the concept stupid to him.

Per usual, they were swarmed like celebrities themselves exiting the car, Lois and Clark mixing into the crowd as Jon stood alone at the top of the ballroom's large staircase, scanning the room of masks.

He caught Kon and Tim in the corner, both dressed in matching suits of deep red and soft white. 

Dick had a redhead on his arm, as usual(choose your ship), matching sun and moon. Jason was hidden away by the refreshments, Duke following behind him. Steph and Cass were out on the dance floor, with coordinated dresses like the queens they were. 

Tired, he gravitated towards the refreshments and fought the urge to run a hand through his slicked curls.

As he looked up, his gaze landed on a man there, sipping from a glass of champagne with an amused smirk on his face. 

His suit was a deep navy, almost black, with a thick light blue stripe making up the design. The coattails were a familiar dragon wing shape. It suddenly clicked in his mind who they were supposed to be, and without a second thought, he strode over and offered the shorter man his hand. 

“Care to dance?”

Damian’s green eyes twinkled at him as he set down his flute to take his hand. 

“Took you long enough.”

They swept out onto the dance floor, brushing by Steph and Cass, who winked at them and shot  thumbs up to Damian behind Jon’s back.

He huffed and turned back to Jon, the flaming colors of his mask making his eyes stand out like icy blue pools.

The song played on, and Jon leaned in to whisper. 

“Nightwing and Flamebird, huh?”

“Mhm. You were rather close with your sun and moon theory, and the fire and ice as well.”

They spun, transitioning into formal waltz.

“Never thought you’d go with an old kryptonian legend. They were partners, the best of the best. Soulmates. Flamebird kept Nightwing from falling too far into the dark, and nightwing vowed to be by his side forever.”

“Lovers.”

Jon nearly tripped over his own shoes. “What?”

“They were lovers, if I'm not mistaken.”

“Y-yeah, that too.” He grinned suddenly. “Dami, are you a romantic ?”

“No! The very thought is appalling, I would never stoop to such a level of meaningless gibberish.” 

Being the little shit he was, Jon listened to the skip in his c̶r̶u̶s̶h̶  best friend’s heart as he dipped him slightly, bringing his face closer. 

“I think you are.”

“So that’s the way you wanna play it, Kent?”

 Damian hitched a leg over his waist, doing a specific movement to the beat of the music and smirking at his blush. 

“Because you’re sure to lose.”

“We’ll see about that, bat boy.”

The world around them became blurry, the only thing in the room being the two of them and the rhythm of the music. 

One moved, and the other tried to top it. They wove it all together in a beautiful dance, daring each other with the way they moved, the sly grins and glints in their eyes the only words they needed.

The goal was to make each other as flustered as possible, and every gasp, blush, and breathy laugh was a prize. As the music began to slow, they spun out, back in, and into a low dip, panting heavily.

A flush of exhaustion brushed their cheeks, sweat beaded on their foreheads. For a moment, their surroundings had frozen, and there was just them. All the unspoken emotions, the words missed for years had somehow been spilled out in simple dance, and they were shook, the only thing snapping them out of it was the applause that sounded once they’d stopped dancing. 

Quickly they stumbled apart, smoothing their suits and giving a nervous bow as the gala goers clapped, having watched the whole exchange. 

Grabbing Damian’s hand, he led them through the crowd that had gathered to watch them, ending up in the hallway of the manor. 

Green eyes twinkled at him as he began trying to speak, stuttering out a long drawn confession speech he’d made somewhere around five years ago.

“For the love of- Get over here, Corncob.”

Damian tugged his shirt collar, reaching up on his toes to press his lips against the others.

The flush returned, more prominent than before. 

“I-ah…the feeling is mutual, then?” Jon squeaked, mentally slapping himself for such a stupid response. 

“Quite.” A pink color was dusting the caramel complexion of the shorter boy as well.

Grinning, he bent to place a kiss on the smaller boy’s cheek, taking his hand. “What do you say we get out of here, then?”

“I’d say yes.” 

*********************************************************************

for @super-sons-week-2023

#super sons week 2023 #jondami #damijon #jonathan kent #jon kent #damian wayne #damian wayne robin #jon kent superboy #masquerade ball #timkon #dick x red heads ig lmao #cute #fluffy #kinda super self indulgant #this one is pure fluff i promise #haha dami is short and has to go up on his tippy toes #danicing #like a lot of dancing #their confession is thru dancing #i love this one its my fave so far. #tim drake #connor kent #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #jason todd #dick grayson #clois #clark kent #lois lane

[jerzwriter]

A Different Fate... Part 2 - Ethan's POV

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee) feat. Tobias Carrick

Rating: Teen

Words: 2.7 k

Category: Short-Series/AU

Summary: A conversation with his friend, Tobias, has Ethan recalling a night from long ago and how it still lives in his heart to this very day.

A/N: @youlookappropriate ask and ye shall receive. lol I hope you enjoy this. Participating in @aprilchallenge Dinner, Laughter, Love

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“Hey, Buddy!”

Tobias barged into Ethan’s office without so much as a knock, then plopped into the chair in front of his desk with a familiarity and ease that still made Ethan uncomfortable, even after all these years. Worse yet, he knew what was coming next. As anticipated, two Burberry loafers were now resting comfortably beside his inbox. On most days, Ethan would be barking at his accidental best friend. But today, the list of things on his mind was long, and his “buddy” being obnoxious didn’t even make the top ten.

“Did we get the results back for Spencer?” Ethan asked without turning from his laptop.

“Nope,” Tobias replied, refusing to look up from his notes himself.

Ethan slunk back into his chair with a sigh of frustration. Rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses before placing them on his desk. He officially had enough of today.

“Yeah,” Tobias acknowledged, tossing his notebook aside. “It’s been a long one. I think I’m through, too.”

“I won’t be able to rest until we get that kid’s results.”

“Same here,” Tobias replied. “But the lab said early tomorrow was their best estimate. I was just hoping for a miracle.”

A sad chuckle escaped Ethan as he stared out the window into the Boston twilight. 

“Miracles… I gave up on believing in them long ago.”

Tobias had at least a half-dozen witty comebacks at the ready, but one look at Ethan’s forlorn face and he decided it wasn’t the time.

“You know, we should consider attending the AMA’s pediatric conference next month. I’ve been saying it would be helpful to expand our knowledge base there for years.”

“We get about six peds patients a year… do you think that’s the best way to utilize our limited time?”

“We might get more if we improve our pediatric outcomes,” Tobias shrugged. “Plus, I know I speak for both of us when I say failing at these cases messes with our minds way more than others.”

“You’re right on that,” Ethan agreed.

“So that settles it. I’ll make the arrangements.”

“No… hold off.”

“Why?”

Ethan tried to come up with a believable excuse but failed terribly. “Make arrangements for yourself if you like. But I’ll have to look at my schedule before I can commit.”

Tobias glanced at his phone, the conference’s homepage already on his screen… Join us for three days in New York City.

“You know…” Tobias grumbled. “She’s not listed as a speaker. Her specialty isn’t Peds, and in a city of eight million people, odds are, you won’t see her.”

Ethan sat up defiantly and placed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose. He returned to work without offering Tobias the dignity of a response. Undeterred, his friend continued.

“Of course, there are those who believe the two of you running into each other wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world… and I find myself firmly in that camp.”

“All right, stop!” Ethan barked. “It’s been eight years, Tobias. Eight years! When are you, Naveen, everyone… when are you going to stop?”

Tobias raised a brow as he collected his notebook from Ethan’s desk and stood up. He was already heading toward the door when he spoke again.

“I don’t know,” he yawned, turning around with a smile as he grabbed the knob. “I guess I’ll stop when you stop thinking about her. Until then…”

Ethan considered throwing something at him, but he was already gone. Just as well, his reaction would have told Tobias the one thing Ethan didn’t want to admit: He was right. They all were. No matter how much he tried to deny it, even to himself.

“When I stop thinking of her,” Ethan muttered to himself. “Good luck with that happening.”

Moving to the window, he stared down at the city below as dusk began to fall. The throngs of people below reflected the change in day. Fewer business suits, more dressy clothes. It was Friday night, after all, and that mattered to most people. A lump formed in his throat as he pulled down the shades, doing his best to block memories of a time when it mattered to him.

~~~~~

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been counting the hours all day. After adjusting the cufflinks on his shirt, he checked his reflection in the mirror one last time. Reservations at No. 9 Park, where he planned on sparing no expense. Followed by a stroll around Boston Common and The Public Gardens, places they had shared so many memories over the past three years, then capping off the night with drinks at Roxanne’s.  The whole evening would take place in Beacon Hill, the very neighborhood Kaycee told him she dreamed of settling down in one day. It could be the perfect way to convince her to stay in Boston if that was what he intended to do.

A quick splash of the after-shave she gifted him on his birthday last year, and he was just about ready to go. He needed just one more thing… He remembered the day Kaycee helped him shop for the navy blue blazer he slipped into that night. It was unseasonably warm, so it wasn’t needed… but Kaycee loved it. She’d comment on how it brought out the blue in his eyes each time he wore it. While Ethan questioned that, there was no questioning the way her eyes raked over him whenever it was worn. So the blazer was joining him tonight, even if he didn’t consciously understand why.

Then she opened the door. He had thought this a hundred times before, and he was confident that if he had the privilege of seeing her every day for the rest of his life, he would repeat it daily… and mean it every time. But as of tonight, he had never seen her look more beautiful. Her long golden locks draped over her delicate shoulders, the way her pale blue dress hugged her every curve, the light that never stopped sparkling in her eyes, and that smile that melted his heart. All eyes were on her, and why wouldn’t they be? She was exquisite, inside and out. Radiating the glow of a woman with the world on a string. They weren’t only celebrating the end of her residency but the start of her star rising to heights they could only imagine. Kaycee MacClennan was about to take the world by storm, and Ethan couldn’t be more proud. Not only because of his role in helping her grow into the doctor she would become, but because she could celebrate with anyone tonight… but she chose him.

They dined, they talked, they danced, and she laughed… a melodic sound that was more beautiful than any symphony he could ever hear. A sound that would replay in his mind until the end of time. Kaycee. Her name had become like a prayer on his lips. Ethan Ramsey didn’t believe in many things outside the realm of science, but he believed in her with all his heart and soul.

“To you,” he beamed, champagne flute in hand. “To one of the most brilliant minds, coupled with the kindest heart I’ve seen in all my years. This is just the beginning for you, Kaycee, and I know I’ll be in awe of the places you go.”

“Ethan,” she blushed. “Stop. I owe so much of where I am to you. You’ve taught me so much, and I know I wouldn’t have made it through some of the trials of these past few years without you. So, this toast is as much for you as it is for me.”

“Nonsense!” He rebuffed.

“Hey! You said this is my night; if it is, I say we share this toast. OK?”

“Fine,” he surrendered with a laugh, “but only because you’re the boss tonight. Cheers!”

“Cheers!” she beamed.

Their crystal glasses met with an echoing ring, and Kaycee never looked happier. But, as the bubbly liquid began tickling Ethan’s lips, he felt his pride and happiness begin to morph into a far more familiar emotion… fear.

“Did MacClennan talk to you about NYU/Langone’s offer?”

“Who, me?” Ethan asked. 

Tobias rolled his eyes dramatically. “No, the other 6’4” goon sitting across from me. Who am I talking to? Of course you!”

“Uh, no… not really. She mentioned it in passing, but we didn’t have a chance to discuss it. She told you about it?”

“Well, yeah. But chances are, I let her speak. Did you do the same?”

Ethan’s silence provided Tobias with the answer he needed.

“Look, this probably isn’t my business….”

“Then it’s best you stop.”

“I’d do that if I didn’t give a fuck about you… or Kaycee…, but I give several fucks about both of you. So that gruff little attitude you pull may make her scurry away, but you should know better than to think it’ll work on me. Ethan… talk to her.”

“About what?”

“About what comes next! You’re her mentor, aren’t you? And let’s stop pretending you’re not a whole lot more.”

“Kaycee’s brilliant… and she has a host of people to discuss things with… including you, apparently….”

“Cut the shit, Ethan. She can get a professional opinion from me, from Harper, from Naveen… but we can’t give her the answers she needs from you.”

“And what answers would that be?”

“Give her a reason to stay… of give yourself a reason to go… or tell her you’re not a factor… but stop leaving the poor woman in limbo.”

“She needs to make these choices based on what’s best for her. Nothing more.”

“And what if what’s best for her includes you?”

A snort escaped Ethan as he gathered his papers, his escape already underway. “That’s unlikely, Carrick. And even if it were true, she has to do what’s best for her professionally… personally comes and goes. No use basing her future on a dream.”

“For a man so smart….”

“Good night, Tobias.”

“Is everything OK?” Kaycee asked.

Ethan cleared his throat and excused himself. Confusion turned to panic as he rushed to the restroom for an escape. He leaned forward with the door locked behind him as anxiety gripped his chest. He loved her and knew she loved him… but love was fleeting; it always had been, and he saw no reason to believe it wouldn’t always be. He could uproot his life and follow her, it would be inconvenient if things didn’t work out, but he’d rebound. His career and wealth were established enough that he’d survive, but what about Kaycee?

The truth was, Ethan knew all about the offer at Langone, and it was beyond anything Edenbrook could match. She’d be an absolute fool not to take it. But he knew… one word from him, and she’d remain at Edenbrook in an instant… denying herself, denying the world of all she could offer. And for what? For him?

He looked in the mirror, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as his heart battled with his head. But what if she was the one? What if this was real and they were two halves that made a whole, two people who would always be more perfect together than apart? It went against every notion, every belief he held. Fairy tales didn’t exist. Ethan Ramsey knew that. There wasn’t a single couple in his life that he envied. After spending time with most, he’d return home, grateful for the solitude that had become his life. People hurt us, betray us… leave us. Medicine doesn't do that; knowledge doesn't either. At the end of the day, he could take comfort in what he achieved… knowing who he saved… because his focus was where it should be. Where Kaycee’s should be right now, where…. But he loved her.

He splashed cold water on his face and gathered himself. There was only one thing of which he was certain; this night was a celebration, one she richly deserved, and he wasn’t going to deprive her… or himself… of that. It wasn’t too much to ask for, one perfect night each could hold onto forever, no matter what story tomorrow told.

So he returned to the table, and Kaycee had no idea anything was amiss. The night proceeded just as he had planned until…

 “I had a lovely time tonight,” she said as they approached her door. “You really didn’t need to go so overboard.”

“But I did. It was a celebration, one you richly deserved.”

“It was, wasn’t it… but….”

“But?”

“…it was more than a celebration; I’m just unclear. Was tonight so special because it marked a beginning or an end?”

His years in the medical field allowed him to retain a game face, even as panic welled inside. This was it. She wasn’t taking maybe as an answer anymore, and why should she? She had been patient with him, more than patient, and he’d be a fool to expect any more. She had a decision to make, but so did he, and had afforded him three years to decide… so why was he still so lost?

“Kaycee… you haven’t even made a decision about your next step yet… you should do that….”

“I have,” she interrupted, “I have. All I need to know is, have you made a decision about your future? Yours and mine.”

He took a step closer, lacing his fingers with hers as he gently stroked her cheek. He longed to see her blue eyes sparkle in the moonlight, but she had turned them away. 

“Kaycee, you know how I feel about you, and you know how much you mean to me. But….”

He never got to finish. Everyone has a limit, and he could tell Kaycee had reached hers. If he had acted quickly, a grand gesture or confession could have saved them, but neither was to come.

“I can’t do this again. I’ve made my choice, and you’ll have my resignation on your desk tomorrow. I have to go where I’m wanted… where I’m needed, and that’s not here.”

He could hear his father, Naveen, Tobias… himself... screaming, “Tell her, just tell her how you feel!” But he had taught himself to silence these voices for over half his life, and if he was ever going to change, it wasn’t going to be tonight.

“I’ll always cherish tonight… I’ll cherish all of our memories over the past three years, Ethan. I just wish I hadn’t allowed myself to believe that  -  this  - might be forever.”

“Forever can take on many meanings,” he frowned. “Sometimes forever doesn’t necessarily mean forever… not in this way, but that doesn’t mean we won’t….”

“I know…” she whispered.  “I know.  I… I should go inside.  Good… goodbye, Ethan.”

Ethan Ramsey was a man of science and didn’t believe in many things outside of its realm. But a bright and beautiful young doctor had stepped into his life and changed all that. He believed in her. He believed in her with all his heart and soul, if only he could learn to believe in himself.

~~~~~  

A single tear rolled down his cheek as he recalled that night. Eight years ago should feel like a long time, but the wound was as fresh as if it were created yesterday. The moment as real as if it had happened just seconds before.

He looked down at his desk and shook his head with a chuckle. A flyer for the AMA convention was conspicuously left behind.

“You don’t stop, Tobias. Do you?”

Ethan pulled out his phone, his heart racing as he scrolled his contacts to find the one name he could never bring himself to delete. It had been eight years, and he had no idea if her number was still the same, but it was all the hope that he had.

Kaycee, it’s Ethan… in case you deleted my number long ago, and I wouldn’t blame you if you had. I know this is out of the blue, but I will be attending the AMA’s pediatric conference in New York with Tobias next month, and I was wondering if you’d like to meet for dinner or even coffee or drinks. It’s been entirely too long, Kaycee. What do you say?

He stared at the message for what felt like an eternity. His thumb toggled rapidly between “send” and “delete.” Then he fell back with a sigh. He had finally made his choice.

(sorry lol)

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[flowersbane]

Hey Flowersbane I saw your requests post and thought Id send one in if that’s cool (*´꒳`*). Could I ask for a cute Joshua/Jote fic about one of the days they use to travel together, maybe where they finally take a days rest in one of the towns on their way to another lead, and Jote has to take care of Joshua so his condition doesn’t worsen? I hope that helps! (๑>◡<๑)

um, yes, absolutely, anon, you have inspired me greatly, thank you so much for your request! i hope you like it (=´∀｀)人(´∀｀=)

Stop & Smell the Roses, pt. 1

Joshua Rosfield x Jote

I tried to keep it concise, but I may have gotten ahead of myself. I’m definitely going to have to write a part 2 later, but I always get so eager & want to post what I have so far so here we are. I'll post this to AO3 once I've written the second part. At least there it can be a one shot. (lol)

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1.9k

Tags: Flower Festival, Jote Taking Care of Joshua, Joshua Being Joshua, Jote Getting A Wee Bit Frustrated, Unedited, Faerin Try To Write A One Shot Challenge: Failed

You can read part 2 here!

Jote was beginning to think the entire world was one big obstacle. Dhalmekia’s air was too dry, Sanbreque’s weather was too cold, and everywhere they went, someone was bound to be searching for them. Her and Joshua had been following a lead about an ancient text, holed up in the Crystalline Dominion’s oldest library. His Grace’s eagerness had kept them moving fast. The consequences of such were becoming more and more apparent each day.

The final village before their destination rolled into view. Jote quickened her pace to ensure that all was well. A few stray merchants traveled down the main road, but the path was otherwise clear. “Your Grace, I believe-”

Her words were interrupted by a coughing fit. Jote ran back to Joshua’s side, brows drawn with worry. “Your Grace?”

“I am fine,” he insisted. As he always did. “We can continue on to-”

Another bout of coughs stole the words from his mouth. Jote retrieved her canteen and passed it to him. He steadied himself enough to drink, but the water did little for his obvious exhaustion. “Your Grace, if we do not stop here, we will not make it to the city before dark. I beg of you, allow us to rest for the night in a warm inn, so you might recover some of your strength.”

He looked like he might continue arguing with her, so she kept speaking first. “You must allow me to take care of you, Your Grace. It would cost us many more days should you collapse on the road. I can see that you are tired, we both are, so please…”

His blue eyes studied her for a telling length of time. He wanted to press on, but he knew she spoke the truth. After a long pause, he finally relented. “Very well, Jote. We will rest here for the night and make for the city in the morning.”

Relief washed over her, but her expression remained mostly placid. “Thank you, Your Grace.”

They closed the distance between them and the village. It was small, with hardly any bearers in sight. Despite that, the town seemed to be in high spirits. Strings of flowers were strung over walkways, hung in place by nearby buildings. Brightly colored cloths decorated the walls, each intricately embroidered with large roses of varying designs. Villagers dashed from place to place, many of them carrying large, wooden crates. Joshua’s pace slowed. “What is all of this?”

A passing woman with a long, golden braid caught his words and responded, “Why, it’s the Festival of Bloom, of course. You’re lucky to have come when you did. The festival only comes once a year. And tomorrow’s the first day.” She gestured to a nearby store. “My dad sells the best rose wine in town and don’t let no one else tell you otherwise. Especially that good-for-nothing Lancel Saragon. His wine tastes like it was fished straight from the sewage.”

Jote wrinkled her nose at the imagery, but Joshua only smiled faintly. “I will be sure to keep that in mind.”

“Aye, you’d better. For your own sake too.”

The woman carried on, leaving Joshua and Jote to move forward as well. As they walked, Jote spoke. “It’s been a long time since we’ve happened upon an event such as this.”

“It has,” His Grace agreed. “It makes me wonder if this is some sort of sign.”

Jote turned her face to look at his. “Your Grace?”

A complicated smile overtook his features. “It is nothing,” he claimed. “Let us find a place to rest.”

The inn was near the town’s center. It was a building two stories high and made from dark wood. Joshua kept his hood up as they entered the building.

“Welcome,” greeted the innkeeper, “how may we be of service?”

“One room, two beds, please,” Jote said.

He pulled out a key from behind his desk. “We charge the standard rate. Your room is on the second floor. Go to your right, all the way down, and it’s the final room on your right.”

Jote paid the innkeeper and took the keys. When she turned back to face Joshua, she did not miss the way his hand fell to his side. She knew he had been pressing it to his chest in search of some relief. And, of course, he was trying to hide it from her.

“Lord Margrace,” she offered her arm as they neared the stairs.

She knew he was still getting used to accepting her help, even after all these years. His hesitation was predictable, but, thankfully, he accepted her offer. She supported him the entire way up, but he still began coughing once they reached the top. A line of worry formed between her brows. “Your condition is worse than you’ve led me to believe,” she observed.

“I am fine.”

She remained skeptical but continued to lead the way down the hall.

The room was ordinary. Two beds on either side of the room. A window across from the door. A desk and chair to their left, pressed up against the northern wall. Joshua sat on the bed closest to the window, as was his preference. Jote dropped her belongings on her bed and began to get to work.

“You should lay down, Your Grace. I will have your medicine ready shortly.”

Joshua remained sitting. “Do you think they will have special dishes for this event?” His question was so sudden that it made Jote freeze in her motion. Joshua recognized her surprise and quickly attempted to back pedal. “I was just thinking… it could be a good time to restock on supplies that are difficult to come by.”

She knew that was not what he had been thinking. She chose her next words carefully, as though she were attempting to coax a rabbit from its burrow. “There is a high possibility that the festival will draw in merchants from across the dominion,” she said, “maybe even beyond that.” She approached him with his medicine, placing it on the bedside table next to him. “If you are concerned about restocking, perhaps it would be best if we waited a day or two to see if more merchants arrive with valuable wares.”

His Grace seemed to consider this, nodding vaguely. “There were already a good amount of merchants on the road…”

“Yes,” Jote jumped at the opportunity, “there are bound to be more to come.”

Joshua made a final, decisive nod. “Alright, then we shall remain here for another day. Tomorrow, we will search the market for supplies.” She could have sworn she saw the corners of his lips curve upwards before he quickly pulled his mask of stoicism over his head. “You should get some rest as well, Jote.”

He laid back. Jote gave him a somewhat unamused stare. “Your medicine, Your Grace.” He hadn’t forgotten. He had only hoped that she would.

“Oh. Yes, of course.” He sat back up. He took the bottle in his hand but hesitated. “Jote, could you get the lamp?”

She got to her feet and did as he bid. When she turned back to him, he was bringing his hand down from his lips and placing the bottle back on the nightstand. She knew that if she opened the bottle, she would find it still full of medicine. She tried to communicate with him without words, but he was already laying back down with his back turned towards her.

“Thank you, Jote. Sleep well.”

She sighed. She would just have to hope that he would be more willing in the morning.

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She did not have to wait until morning. Joshua’s coughing woke her only a few hours later. She sat up, expecting to see him in his bed, but startled when she saw that he was instead sitting on the windowsill. She yanked the blankets from herself. “Your grace!” she hissed.

He coughed a final time before looking over his shoulder at her. “Jote, apologies. I did not mean to wake you.” His words were followed by another coughing fit.

Jote stopped by his side, trying to control her frustration with him. Why, in good Greagor’s name, would he think she was upset at him for waking her? “First you refuse your medicine and then you refuse to rest. Remind me again, Your Grace, why we’ve stopped here if not for the betterment of your health.”

“I-” He stopped abruptly. He knew there was no point in arguing with her. Instead, he tried to change the direction of their conversation. “I have never seen you so angry.”

For a brief moment, it worked. She flinched back, embarrassed that she let her temper get the better of her, but then she recognized the glint in his eyes, the curve of his mouth. She frowned again. “Your Grace, please.”

He sighed. His attention turned back to the scene laid out before them. The town was alight with festivities. Glowing lights, distant music. “Forgive me, Jote. The scenery was just…” He trailed off.

Jote felt her heart soften. She dared to rest her hands on the sill, dared to follow his gaze.

It was as though the town had captured stars from the sky and lit their streets with them. In the dark, it was a lake’s reflection of the night sky. “There is nothing to forgive, Your Grace. I only wish that you would take care of yourself. Or, at least, allow me to take care of you.”

His blue eyes found her. She could make out his features in the low light, but even if it were pitch black outside, she would be able to picture him. He may wear a hood most of the time, but she was infinitely familiar with his face. She felt the rest of the world fade as she focused on him.

“Alright, Jote. I will go to sleep.”

He began coming down from the window sill. She had to step back to give him enough room to complete his maneuver. He stumbled on the way back down. She jolted forward to support him. She wrapped an arm around his waist as he draped his arm over her shoulders. “Let me help you to bed, Your Grace.”

He nodded. She helped him lower himself into a lying position. When she began to pull away, he grabbed her hand. He was gentle, but the gesture was unexpected enough to startle her. “I will take my medicine now,” he said.

She breathed a sigh of relief. She took the bottle from the table and opened it. She looked to him for permission before placing one of her hands under his head, the other carefully guiding the bottle to his lips.

His hair was soft between her fingers. She focused on maintaining the tilt of the medicine bottle. He drank it, but made a face as it went down. Once all the medicine was gone, she pulled the bottle back and sealed it once more.

“Thank you, Jote.”

She sat back on the edge of his bed. “Of course, Your Grace.”

“I’m sure I would have perished long ago without you by my side. I know it has not always easy, but I’m glad you have remained with me.”

The rate of her heartbeat picked up. “I wouldn’t leave your side for anything, Your Grace. For anything.”

A soft smile graced his lips as the medicine began kicking in, guiding him into an easy slumber.

(Link to part 2)

#final fantasy 16 #final fantasy xvi #ff16 #ffxvi #ffxvi spoilers #ff16 spoilers #final fantasy 16 spoilers #final fantasy xvi spoilers #joshua rosfield #jote #joshua rosfield x jote #fanfic

[joestarlight]

I need to scream about Cat Witcher Jaskier AU.

Once upon a time after The Mountain, Jaskier fell into the hands of a sorcerer fucking with Witcher mutagens. He experimented on Jaskier, and when he thought he failed, left him in a ditch. Jaskier wandered aimlessly, barely alive and unfamiliar with his new body, until Geralt found him. He took him to Kaer Morhen, where they figured out that he had been pumped full of Cat Witcher mutagen. Aiden, who was wintering with Lambert and found him cute, started to train him.

In this AU, Jaskier’s heart was shattered to pieces along with the remains of his old life. He didn’t know how to be Jaskier again, and he carried so much anger towards Geralt and the rest of the world for what had happened. But little by little Geralt helps him bloom again. It isn’t easy and he fucks up a lot. Eventually though they both realize what they mean to each other after Geralt almost dies taking down a fork tail.

I’ve written Geralt in a lot of different scenarios, but I can safely say this is the one where he is the most in love with Jaskier. And that is no small feat because I ALWAYS play these two together! In this au Geralt has learned so much about loss, love, and showing appreciation for those who may not be there tomorrow, he would do ANYTHING for Jaskier, and (much like canon) would do anything for his family.

@cowboybuttconnoisseur and I have a lot of drama planned but I just can’t wait for them to get married because THEY ARE SO IN LOOOOOOVE!!!!

Okay I’m done rambling now maybe one day I’ll write fanfic based on this lol.

#cat witcher jaskier has a grip on my soul #cat Witcher Jaskier #Jaskier #Geralt #Geraskier #my fav au #rambles #rp shenanigans

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 26 - In Irons

This one is…a little boring, in my opinion, but hey, it’s the third to the last piece I’m writing for this event and I’m just thankful I haven’t completely burned out, only slowed down! Also if you like exhaustion this may not be boring to you at all lol

Taglist: @darthsutrich , @a-series-of-whumpy-events , @ladydani101 , @thingsthatgowhumpinthenight , @annablogsposts

Masterlist

No. 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.” | Working To Exhaustion | “You look awful.”

Contains: lady whump, forced labor, brief and not completely serious sui ideation

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It’s been almost two days since Adelaide last slept. Captain Payne had her on night watch last night, for the second time this week. All the men on board take turns staying up, and it never seems to faze them. She sees them running about the ship the next day as always, shimmying up masts and across ropes like they’re well rested. 

Maybe that makes her pathetic, or dramatic. But as much as she hates the way they look down their noses at her weakness, she is weaker than they are. Before being brought onto this ship, her days were filled with embroidery and supervising the household staff and receiving callers and occasionally going out for a horse ride. 

Now, she spends her time on her hands and knees, scrubbing the deck until her knees are bruised and her back aches. She pulls ropes with muscles that are barely starting to develop and stay constantly sore, and with hands that used to be delicate and pale but are now reddened and covered in blisters. She shoves heavy crates around to make room for more of the Captain’s loot. 

And when she’s done with all of that, if she’s lucky, she’s sent to the galley to chop and stir and tend the coals. Otherwise, it’s back to even more scrubbing.

She can keep up with all of the work most days. But she’s absolutely exhausted at night, collapsing into her hammock and falling asleep almost instantly. That means that, to her, having to stay up all night for watch duty is one of the worst things she can be assigned. It sets her back on all of her tasks the next day, which just causes the Captain to pile even more on her. Her weary, sluggish work a couple of days ago is what prompted him to assign her to night watch again after just one night of sleep, she’s sure of it. 

There are just a few more hours left now until she can sleep, though. He won’t make her stay up two nights in a row. She thinks she might just throw herself off the side of the ship if he did. He’s already had her scrubbing for most of the day, a sure sign of his displeasure with her, so hopefully that will be enough to appease him until tomorrow.

Adelaide puts all of her focus into the rope that she’s coiling. It’s heavy with sea water, and her arms protest each time she lifts it. The salt bites into the blisters that had burst open earlier in the day. But she has to get finished. She can’t be slow, doesn’t need to give the Captain any more excuses to punish her. 

“You look awful.”

Turning her head wearily toward Marshall, she scowls. “That’s no way to speak to a lady.”

The corners of his mouth twitch a little as if he might actually smile. “Sorry. You do look exhausted, though.”

“I am,” she sighs, returning her attention to her work. “But it’s not much longer until I can turn in. I’ll be fine.”

He watches her in silence for a moment. “You know, it’s impressive, what you’re doing here.”

“Coiling rope?”

“No, working on this ship. I know it’s far from what you’re accustomed to, but you’ve jumped in and done what needs to be done. I’ve seen gentlemen of your class fail miserably and eventually get tossed overboard. I don’t believe any of us ever expected you to fare so much better.”

She doesn’t know what to do with that compliment. Succeeding at working on a pirate ship, at surviving a tyrant of a captain, is not something she ever wanted to accomplish, not something she feels proud of. But she appreciates it, nonetheless. Most probably haven’t even noticed how hard she’s working, and certainly don’t care.

“Thank you. I’m only trying to survive.”

“I know you are. But the fact that you have is what’s impressive.” He clears his throat. “When you’re done there, Captain wants you in the galley.”

Adelaide just nods, finishing the last of the rope. Cooking is the easiest task she has, despite how hot it can get. “I’ll go there now.”

She takes two unsteady steps, feet heavy like her boots are filled with lead, and feels the need to reach out for the railing to support herself. Unfortunately, she doesn’t quite reach far enough. Her balance is thrown off, and she stumbles, dizzy and lacking the strength to right herself. 

Just before she falls gracelessly onto the deck, though, Marshall catches her by her arm. “Whoa. Do you need me to walk with you to the galley?”

Frowning, she shakes her head adamantly and pulls her arm away politely but firmly. “No, thank you. I don’t need the Captain seeing me as weaker than he already does. I’m only tired. I told you, I’ll be fine.”

Marshall takes a step back and nods. “Very well. Take care of yourself, Miss Gray.”

#whumptober2023 #no.26 #lyric #sometimes I get so tired I don’t even know myself #working to exhaustion #you look awful #original content #fic #sui ideation tw #forced labor tw #in irons #adelaide the pirate #marshall the pirate #pirate woman #pirate oc #pirate whump #lady whumpee #lady whump #exhaustion whump #whump series

[cat3ch1sm]

🍵| anon request! sorry this took so long:( agni x fem reader smut! i did have to remove the "bandaged hand" thing because i had no clue how that would work. so yeah forget abt his hand for this one lol

summary: you r in a bad mood and agni wants to make u feel better<3

"At last, I was able to put Master Soma to bed," Agni announced, walking into the den and coming over to you; you were on the couch idly fidgeting with your hair. The room was dark and through the windows shone silky moonlight, the sky outside the windows sprinkled with stars. It had rained most of the day, and you'd spent all of it alone, the roads too wet for you to go out and Agni glued to Prince Soma as usual. It had been a pretty lonely day, and you'd been sitting in that same room listlessly for a while now, just waiting for someone to come back and sit with you.

Meanwhile, oblivious to your thoughts, Agni continued on about Soma, slipping off his cultural garments and leaving himself in a white tank top and fitted black pants. "It is getting more and more difficult to make him sleep- all he wants to know is what Ciel and his butler are doing. Sometimes I wish that they would not stay out so late; then maybe Soma would be easier." He sighed wearily, sitting down gently on the sofa next to you and reaching up to take down his white hair.

When you didn't respond after some time, Agni turned his attention to you, eyeing you questioningly. "Y/N, you are very quiet- is something the matter?"

Not meeting Agni's soft gaze, you waved the question off dismissively with your hand. "I'm alright. Just in a bit of a mood."

"For what reason are you unhappy?" Agni asked, moving closer to you, the ends of his hair brushing against your thighs. "Did something bad happen? Perhaps it is something I did?"

"No, no, you didn't do anything." You mustered a small smile towards Agni before dropping your eyes again. "And nothing happened, not really. I think it's just one of those days."

"Ah. I see." He nodded understandingly. "But- is there anything I could do to make you happier?" Agni queried, searching your expression hopefully.

You turned your head to face Agni meaningfully. "I appreciate that, Agni- but there's no need. I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow."

"Nonsense. I will not allow you to go to sleep unhappy." Agni slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side; you hesitantly laid your head to rest on his bare shoulder. "I have not been spending as much time with you as I would like to- will more of my attention ease your unhappiness?"

Before you could stop it, a smile spread across your lips, and you giggled slightly. "Maybe."

Agni smiled above you, his grip on you tightening, and for a minute or two you both sat in contented silence, your mood already much improved. But just when you were beginning to feel that you could stay that way forever, warm in Agni's arms, you suddenly felt his fingers dance lightly up your waist and on your ribs.

You made a squeaking noise, arching your back at the ticklish feeling. "Agni!"

"Oh, my dear- so you are ticklish!" Agni stated triumphantly, teeth glistening in the moonlight with his smile. "Now you can cheer up more quickly."

"Uh- no," you countered defensively, face heating up. "That was just a reflex."

"Ah- but was it really?" Again, Agni poked your side, and despite your attempts to bite it back, another sound escaped your lips. And before you knew it, his hands were all over your abdomen.

"Agni, wait- don't- please-" you pleaded as he released you and then grabbed your hips to pin you to the couch, throwing you on your back in between his knees to tickle you mercilessly.

You burst into a fit of helpless laughter, gasping for Agni to let you go, but the smirk on his lips let you know that he definitely didn't intend to oblige, his fingers gliding over all of your worst spots as you tried and failed to suppress your giggles. Desperately, you squirmed beneath his body, legs writhing.

Before you could process it, Agni had leaned in to kiss you on the lips, forcing you to laugh against his mouth; the torture didn't cease. He moved his bandaged hand up to your chin and pushed your lips into his own. Despite how many other things you were feeling, his lips prevailed over everything else- he tasted of sweet spices and lavender tea, and they were so soft it made you want to melt.

Finally, Agni withdrew his hands and lips from you, sitting up straight to observe your flushed face and body, the sound of your breathless gasps filling the air as you tried to collect yourself.

"So you are feeling better now, yes?" Agni, still positioned above you with his hair falling all over your body, flashed you a sly look that made you weak all over again. His knee rested in between your legs now, his upper body hovering over yours, and you were stretched out along the couch's length, your head resting on the armrest.

You waited a few more seconds for your breath to come back to you before answering. "I... I really can't stand you sometimes."

"Mm, but was that what I asked, my dear?" Agni arched a brow down at you, and you had to avert your eyes.

You'd only turned away for a second or two, but Agni gently gripped you around your neck and turned your head back towards him, his hand warming your skin. "Look at me. Did I make you feel better?"

You almost dropped your eyes again, but quickly caught yourself. "...yes."

"Good. That means that I am able to do it again." Agni dropped down and kissed you again, deep and gentle but wasting no time in slipping his tongue past your lips. Closing your eyes, you groaned quietly into his mouth and cupped each of his cheeks with both hands to kiss him back. His warm tongue maneuvered skillfully in your mouth, and you could tell he was taking great care not to be too rough.

You inhaled sharply when Agni pulled away and lowered his head to your jawline, leaving a warm trail of kisses down to your collarbone, where he stopped to kiss a little more. He sucked on the skin slightly, gliding over it with his tongue and eliciting a light sigh from you as you ran a hand through his hair, urging him to continue.

After he'd left a small bruise that was slowly beginning to darken, Agni sat up slightly to lift the hem of your shirt, eyes asking if you wanted it off, to which you responded with helping him slide it over your head. You hadn't been wearing a bra, so Agni made his way down to your breasts, kissing slow circles around each nipple and occasionally sliding his tongue over them while his hands held your hips, paying close attention to the things he did that made your increasing moans a little louder or shakier.

Finally, Agni straightened up, his lips glossy with his saliva. His gaze turned to you, "Y/N- I would just like to make sure that you truly wish to proceed before I remove your pants and underwear."

Swallowing, you nodded, your fingernails digging into the sofa cushions. "I do- please." Your sex was throbbing and you already knew your panties were soaked.

Agni shut his eyes for a second, and you heard a low sound emit from his throat. "I am... glad to hear that. I did not know how much longer I could hold back."

Slowly, he undid your pants and effortlessly got them off before carefully sliding your underwear down to around your mid-thighs, relishing in the sight and scent of you. You could feel his warm breath in between your legs, and stomach fluttering, you reached down to smooth Agni's hair back.

Agni lifted his head some to let a drop of his spit fall onto your slit before placing a single hand on your hip and using two fingers on his free hand to rub your aching clit in soft, slow circles, his eyes half-lidded. Above him, you whimpered, your eyes drifting shut for a second before you opened them again to stroke Agni's hair.

"Oh- Agni, keep going..." You bucked your hips reflexively, but Agni simply held them in place as he began to press harder on your clit, his strangely dark eyes lifting to meet yours.

"Anything for my lady," Agni answered obediently, increasing the pressure on your clit and making you let out a louder moan. "Would you like me to try something else, perhaps?"

Before you registered the question, Agni's lips were around your clit, sucking slowly as he held eye contact with you. His wet tongue swirled around the bud with ease, and you could feel his lips form into a self-satisfied smile as your back arched and you squirmed against the sofa; you had to clap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from making sounds you'd probably regret. The pleasure was already overwhelming, and Agni had just started- you'd never tried oral sex with him, and you definitely hadn't realized he was this good.

"Mm, fu- mm!" You were already shaking, struggling to keep your hand over your mouth. "Agni- oh- mm, Agni, don't stop," you whimpered, unable to stop your eyes from rolling back into your head.

Pulling away, Agni nodded. "Of course not." He smiled up at you, hair sticking to your face and hand partially over your mouth. "You just look so beautiful like this, I do not see how I ever could." Tucking his own hair behind his ears, he licked a brazen stripe all the way up your slit, flicking his tongue back and forth teasingly over your clit. Then, lubricating his fingers on your wet entrance- he slipped two fingers inside, moving them gently back and forth as he licked you up and down tenderly, stopping to suck on your clit for a few seconds every time he did.

"Take your hand off of your mouth, darling- I want to hear you." Agni reached up and took your wrist delicately, lowering it from your face before resuming his ministrations.

You tried to swallow the whines and whispered swears that threatened to spill from your lips, but the pleasure made it impossible, and you found yourself breathless, legs squirming to no avail. Agni had your hips firmly still, not allowing you any breaks as he took his time eating you out.

"Ah- nngh- Agni, please-" Overwhelmed, you tried to close your legs, gasping uncontrollably.

"Keep your legs open for me, my love." Agni flicked his hot tongue over your clit rapidly several times, making you thrash even more and moan his name amidst a series of whimpers.

"Wonderful." With that, he dipped his head and plunged his tongue into your soaking entrance, making your eyes roll back into your head in ectasy as your orgasm began to approach.

"Agni- ah!- Agni, I'm going to come, I'm gonna- please, make me-"

"Whenever you wish, my dear." Agni brought his thumb back to your clit and began massaging it feverishly, twirling his tongue inside of you almost teasingly.

"Oh, fu- fuck, Agni, fuck, I'm coming- coming- oh, oh, Agni-"

You finally let go inside of Agni's mouth, your chest heaving with sweaty strands of hair clinging to your forehead. You could feel your juices spilling onto your thighs and onto the couch, Agni's tongue all over you still as he licked up every last drop of your cum. As he kept rubbing your clit, more flooded into his mouth as you whimpered frantically above him, back arching and legs thrashing.

"Agni, god, pl-ease..."

He smiled sincerely up at you. "You sound absolutely beautiful when you are moaning my name, Y/N." Finally, he released you and climbed over you, kissing you on the neck; his lips were sticky with your fluids. "Is it safe to assume that you are now feeling good enough to sleep?"

Struggling to catch your breath for the second time that night, you sent Agni a peeved look, at which he laughed. "I am glad to hear that, my darling."

#agni x reader smut #agni x reader #agni black butler #agni x you #black butler smut #black butler headcanons #kuroshitsuji headcanons #kuroshitsuji smut

[bivwifeybunny]

Currently just imagining cuddling with Sapnap after he does a long stream. He comes to bed all tired and immediately wants cuddles so he can get a well deserved rest after such a long stream :3

omfg yes

that's also perfect for rn cause mans is still streaming after like 7+ hours already lol

just laying in your shared bed, your phone slipping from your fingers as you were trying (and failing) to fight off sleep. Sapnap warned you he was thinking about doing a longer stream and told you to just head to bed without him once it got later, but you were stubborn and in need of his warmth to sleep comfortably. and as tempting as it was to just walk into his streaming room and curl up in his lap, he had his face cam on tonight and you didn't feel like being on his stream that night.

as you were slipping off to dreamland, Sapnap was making his way to your bedroom, heavy limbs dragging on the floor as he shuffled in. he had such a soft sleepy look on his face that softened even more when he laid eyes on you. he quickly made his way over to you, setting your phone on the nightstand and even plugging it in before settling into bed next to you.

his movements stirred you slightly and you turned your head to look at him with a smile. "how was your stream?" you asked, voice laced in sleep.

"good but I missed your cuddles." he answered, pulling your back to his chest and nuzzling his face in your neck.

"me too." you smiled, pulling the covers over the two of you before turning slightly and pressing a kiss to his head. "goodnight, sap. love you."

"goodnight." he slurred, brain already shutting down for the night. "love you too darlin'." he only snuggled in close to you and pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder as he finally got the well deserved rest he desperately needed.

rip to me who thought "i'll just watch his vod later" not expecting it to be 3+ hrs long- it's literally 4 am for me help. ill just watch it tomorrow, hopefully i finish it all tomorrow. anyways gonna pass out now this fluff just warms my soul

yes im adding the taglist even though it isn't a full fic and you can't do shit about it

taglist: @eminems-skittles

sapnap taglist: @shakiraa-a

join the taglist

#wifey speaks <3 #wifey: sapnap <3 #wifey's brainrot <3 #wifey's anons <3 #sapnap x reader #sapnap #sapnap x reader fluff #sapnap fluff

[loudvig]

Just a drabble. I tried to write the full story but it was soo long my lazy ass gave up halfway.

Anyway, I cannot stop imagining these scenes courtesy of the 3.2 Fabulous Fungi Frenzy event.

Warning: spoiler-ish, Alhaitham x traveler/reader

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An Attempt at Jealousy

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Alhaitham, for some reason, found himself at Port Ormos where he just so happens to bump into the traveler and Paimon.

The duo were registering for the beast tamer tournament headed by a very suspicious sponsor and an untrustworthy scholar.

Alhaitham warned them himself of this Kautilya's less than stellar reputation but he should've known the mora-loving Paimon would be tempted of the price money and drag the traveler to do her bidding.

The traveler truly loved indulging Paimon, Alhaitham thought as the traveler shot him a helpless glance.

Well, he better stick around to save the traveler from Paimon's shenanigans.

Of course, when asked why he was still there, Alhaitham smoothly informed them of his interest with the Wisdom Orb, since he had read once of a failed experiment that suspiciously enough had the same mechanism as this Wisdom Orb.

Should he think the traveler naive for accepting his reasoning without further questions? Hmm, perhaps they already had an inkling but let him be. They are, as Alhaitham observed, quite open-minded.

This personality was most probably the factor why the traveler remained in other nation's good graces, evidenced by the people who come from far and wide to observe the tournament greeting the traveler with such joy. Most notable was the Chief Editor from Inazuma, a Guuji Yae who talked with such familiarity with the traveler.

"And my, oh, my, I did not know you have another companion aside from Paimon, little one. Care to introduce us?"

"Ah, yes, this is Alhaitham, Grand Scribe of the Akademiya. Alhaitham, Guuji Yae, priestess of the Narukami Shrine."

"Oho, when did you become so formal, little one? Had your adventure in Sumeru erased our relationship? We are great friends aren't we?"

The traveler raised a brow at the sudden show of intimacy. Yae Miko curled her lips and siddled close to the traveler.

"Did you forget the times we shared at Inazuma?"

Alhaitham watched the exchange with eagle eyes. His input was not needed but it did not mean he was not allowed to observe.

He was calculating how far the fox would continue her little act.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Oh shush, what a bore you are." Yae Miko rolled her eyes and then whispered, "is this because your lover is here?"

"Wha?" The traveler could not control the blush that bloomed in their face.

Yae Miko put a hand on her lips as her eyes squinted in delight. "Well, then, it seems my vacation was more exciting than I thought. See you later, little one."

She turned her back with a low chuckle. "And right, before I forget, the Yashiro Commissioner sends his regards. He is looking forward to your next visit. He sorely missed you, after all."

The traveler rubbed their temples. For some inexplicable reason, they felt Yae Miko's presence was more trouble than this tournament.

"Sorry about that, Miko can be weird at times."

"No need to apologize. I understand."

The traveler furrowed their brows. "Huh? Understand what?"

Alhaitham did not deign to reply. "We need to rest. Our investigation will start tomorrow."

"Um, Alhaitham?"

Yes. Alhaitham completely understood the logic of people who met and was accepted by the traveler.

The need to possess and have them all to themselves.

Really. No-brainer at all.

Since he too, Alhaitham discovered, was not immune to this desire.

Why else would he stay at Port Ormos, if not to win over the traveler to his side?

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That almost rolled into yandere territory lol and kindaa ooc, the end wasn't my best but alas at least I got this drabble outta my head

#al haitham #alhaitham #genshin al haitham #alhaitham x traveler #al haitham x reader

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

hiiii idk if you’re taking requests, and feel free to ignore me lol, but i’ve been thinking abt Try Your Best (That's All We Can Do) a lot recently. and like reading it is so perfect and i love it. i was wondering if you were going to add to the story at all. ik it is wrapped up nicely, but i kinda wanna know what happens to them (make sure roman can avoid being murdered and heal), but yeah! thanks for all you write!

I really, really like how I ended that fic, so I don’t think I’m going to do another full chapter, but I’ll do a mini-fic epilogue just for you :)

Roman eventually shares with Virgil and Remus—and Janus, by default, because god knows his two lil gremlins don’t want to keep secrets from their dad if they don’t have to—that he’s been going to a therapist since a few months after Jamie committed suicide. He ascribes a lot of his personal growth to talking things through with them, even though they’re determined to get him to accept some credit on his own.

(Remus may or may not hit Roman in the face with a pillow for the same reasons and the two of them may or may not get into the habit of pillow-fighting whenever they see each other. It’s unclear whether or not this is actually a good thing.)

(It is, don’t worry.)

Roman actually plans to meet up with Virgil for a date right after one of his appointments, and Janus drops him off outside the building. While there, the therapist asks Janus if he’s Roman’s father. He isn’t, and says as much, but he starts to worry about how Roman’s managing to afford this if his therapist can’t even recognize his parents. He confronts Roman about it and Roman says that the school’s guidance counselor actually recommended and they worked out something with insurance that his parents never had to personally approve.

There’s another indecent at school where Janus is called in because Remus got into a fight. When he gets there, he sees Roman sitting outside the principal’s office, holding something to his head again, and Remus glowering at the wall. For a terrible second, he has memories of the same thing happening in middle school, only this time Remus has his arm around Roman’s shoulders and Virgil comes running up a second later.

Jamie’s friend had attacked Roman again, and Remus had tried to stop them. Roman had shoved Remus behind him and been rewarded with a textbook across his temple. The administration had found the three boys like that: one bleeding, still holding back another, the third crying and screaming on the floor.

Roman’s parents never make an appearance.

Janus offers to drive Roman home—and maybe not-so secretly give them a piece of his mind—but Roman pales and makes up something about how that would just leave his car in the school parking lot overnight and he’d have to figure out a way to get to school tomorrow. Janus lets it go, mostly so the poor thing doesn’t freak out even more, but he’s oddly quiet for the rest of the night.

He also turns into a total cuddle monster for the rest of the week, but that’s not that big of a surprise.

No, the surprise comes when Virgil gets a call during one of their weekend afternoons and finds out that Roman has to cancel their date tomorrow because he’s in the hospital.

The call doesn’t even end before Janus is barking at both of them to get in the car.

They’re almost not allowed in, because only family is permitted, but then the orderlies reveal that Roman’s actual family hasn’t showed up at all, didn’t answer the emergency call, and Janus just about shoves his way past them to let Virgil run into Roman’s room. The room is filled with machines and loud beeping and a scared child in an oversized hospital bed, and all Janus can think about is the little boy in his father’s suit, all alone in a graveyard.

The doctor comes in. All three of them completely fail to be subtle at eavesdropping as she tells Roman that his attacker has been taken into custody, and that it’s a good thing his family came so quickly.

Virgil barely stifles a gasp, Remus’s eyes go wide, and Janus’s just watches the most heartbreaking confusion cross Roman’s face until he realizes that the doctor is referring to them.

“…yeah,” Roman mumbles, not meeting any of their eyes, “I guess I am.”

The doctor turns to Janus. “Did they tell you what happened?”

“No, not yet.”

“Your son was hit by a car. Luckily it wasn’t going very fast and his injuries aren’t too severe, but he’ll need to rest and heal. Is there somewhere you can—“

“Can you give us a moment, please?”

The doctor looks at Roman, surprised, then back at Janus. Janus just raises his eyebrow—“He’s the patient, it’s not up to me.”—and the doctor leaves.

“If you say anything about being sorry for being an inconvenience or her assuming we’re your family,” Remus says before Roman can say anything, “I’m gonna hit you with a pillow.”

“Remus,” Janus warns.

Roman winces, holding a hand to his side. “Don’t make me laugh, my ribs are cracked.”

“Good thing Re’s not funny, then.”

“Boys.”

Roman does, in fact, try and apologize for everything, but Janus stops him with a hand on his uninjured shoulder.

“You’re hurting,” he says softly, referring to far more than just the car accident, “let us help you, please.”

When the doctor comes back, the first thing they do is change Roman’s emergency contact to Janus.

#dragonbabbles #fic #mini-fic #i do have opinions on the matter

[akwolfgrl]

I kinda started wirteing a new series lol. Like I don't have enough of thouse already. Here's part one of kitsune sanji

Minako had been waiting for a very long time, she was to stay here until she found the right preson to give over the Kitsunebi to. They had to be just right, many had failed to draw her interest and a the few that did soon failed to hold it. A blonde male with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and bags in his hands passed by.

"Please sir, can I have some food?" She expected him to ignore her and countie walking on by but he stopped.

"Sure, it's mostly ingredients but I'm happy to give you some," He couched down onto her leavel, the ally sterwn with flith, his fancy suite seemed to matter little to him. The blonde man dug threw his bags handing her fruit and vegetables. "If you here tomorrow I can come back with a proper meal,"

"Oh thank you kind sir," Minako didn't believe him for one second, humans were liers and none had been proven worthy of the Kitsunebi of the powers and responsibilities that came with it in a hundred years.

The next morning she saw him once again, he had surprised her, no one had ever returned. Once again without any regard to his clothes he couched down next to her.

"I made you a few meals to get you therw the next few days, I can't do much more since we're leaving tomorrow morning but I hope these help,"

As he handed her the bento boxes a beam of sunlight set him a glow, minako took his hands in hers after she put the beto boxes down. She peered into his past seeing flashing of a sweet child burtel abused by his family, she sees his compassion for tiny creatures. She sees his hopes of finding something no.belives to exist, she sees him give thouse dreams up for someone eles. She sees him giveing of himself so others may live. She sees his strength and his love of his family.

She knew that he was the one. What happened next was up to him, could he survive as a kitsune? The transformation could be extemaly painful if he didn't make it the Kitsunebi would find its way back to her.

"Thank you young man, I have a gift for you," She took out the Kitsunebi from the bag she keept it in. She handed him the glowing orb.

"Oh I couldn't take this," He tired to protest.

"But you must I insist plase do this one thing for me," Minako pleaded with him she saw the moment he gave in.

"All right if you insist,"

"Thire you are you curly, and you say I get lost and here I am finding you," A gruff voice belonging to a man with green hair and three swords came to stand by the blond man. She watched as he sliped the orb in to his jacket before standing.

"I'm not lost marimo, I came here deliberately it's not my fault you followed me,"

Minako took the beto boxes and left the men to argue her job now done. When out of sight she began to hand out the meals to others who needed them. She washed the new kitsune luck in his new jeroney.

<>

Latter that night Sanji curled in to his bunk on the Sunny clutching the glowing orb to his chest not wanting to be apart from it. He didn't understand why but he was afired of it disspareing form his sight. Zoro was on watch tonight but he was just to exhausted to join him. Sani let the gental waves lull him to sleep, he preferred to sleep on the ship even when they were land. It was familiar to him.

The next morning Sanji woke to his body aching, almost as if he had been in a fight. Witch was ridiculous since they hadn't been in any fights for a few weeks. Sanji ignored the aching throbbing pain, his joints cracked and popped in ways that sounded bad and unfamiliar. Sanji was agile and flexible after years of training but today it hurt to move. He just needed to focus on cooking and the all blue to take his mind away from his body for a bit. With a deep breath Sanji made his way to the kitchen and if he walked stiffer than normal it wasn't like anyone was up to see it.

Sanji had stop on his way to galley, he rested his shoulder against the wall panting as the pain raked threw his body.

The all blue, the deep ocean of his dreams. Teaming with life, fish from everywhere. Sanji couldn't almost touch them as they swam past. The sun shining into the water setting it aglow.

Sanji stood back up, it had been an old trick he had thought himself in order to survive the hell his family put him thru, to survive slowly starving to death on that island. He headed stirght for the fridge taking out eggs, various fruits and meats. He also grabbed all the condiments required to make everyone's eggs to their specifications. As he got started the normally delicious smell nearly made him gag.

"What the fuck was that?" Sanji shook his head and lit a cigarette to hide the smell, nothing smelled wrong it just didn't agree with him today.

Soon everyone piled in egare for breakfast. He handed everyone their eggs with much less enthusiasm than normal.

"Sanji, are you ok? You don't look too well perhaps you should take a seat," Robin asked looking concerned.

"I'm fine, no need to worry," Sanji waved off her concerns.

Sanji had by some miracle made it past breakfast and only needed to deliver the platter of sandwiches. He stepped out the door of the galley when he heard the cracking and the searing pain shooting threw his body. He could help but to let out a painful whimper as he tried to walk. His legs giving out on him as he hit the deck hard.

"Sanji!" Hands appeared taking the trays from him before they too could hit the deck. At least nothing had been wasted.

He heard screaming as his body began to contort and shake. His bones snapping and breaking Sanji hit his head against the planks of the deck and mercifully passed out.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #sanji #zoro x sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #zoro #fanfic #kitsune

[cwritesforfun]

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Asexual!Fem!Reader: Flight

PLOT: Rooster x asexual reader where the reader is a nurse at Top Gun. She has always dreamed of flying and she has a crush on Rooster! This was a request, so that’s why there is a long specific plot lol:) Y/N = Your Name

Y/N’s POV 

I’ve always been afraid to embrace who I really am. I’ve wanted to be me for all to see for so long, but something always ruins that. 

First, it was when this guy I had been dating for over 6 months dumped me because I didn’t want to have sex. When I told him I was asexual, he broke up with me saying that I never loved him and I was just using him. I wasn’t turned on and I didn’t really want to have sex with him, but I did love him. He thought that was wrong of me to not want sex but love. He doesn’t understand that it took a lot to come out as asexual to him and that I needed to set those boundaries for a successful relationship. We broke up that night.

Second, I wanted to be in the Air Force, but I knew it was filled with a bunch of dude-bros that all talked about sex a lot. I also couldn’t make myself sign up because what if I fail at my dream? Then I have nothing. I would be a shell of a person and life would suck. 

I held back on my dreams and decided to be an Air Force nurse instead because I could still be close to the action, but I wouldn’t have to interact with the dude-bros unless they were injured. The twist came when I started to love being a nurse. There’s something so rewarding about being a nurse and it leaves me feeling pleased with where I ended up (most of the time). Sure, I still dream about flying. That’s why I watch the drills if I can or if I’m on break. 

Right now, I’m sitting on the Top Gun base watching the hustle on the base. They have a night off, but some people are still working. I’ve been here as a nurse for about 2 weeks. The best of the best is here at Top Gun and yet some of them still need hangover medicine. And here I thought they would all be too focused on their work. 

I hear my name being called and I get up from where I’m sitting.  I see my colleague, Lauren, who is another nurse here.  Lauren exclaims “Come on, let’s go get dinner in town. I’m starving.” I ask “What if someone needs us?” She answers “They have a night off and John is already working tonight. He can handle the few people left on base.” I reply “Ok. Let me change first.” She replies “I think a lot of guys would like the nurse’s outfit.” I reply “That’s exactly why I’m changing.”

I change into something more comfortable that won’t necessarily attract male attention. I don’t want to deal with men or talk about my sex life.

We eat at some restaurant where I eat a burger and feel great. 

Lauren takes us to the Hard Deck after to get a drink. I follow her inside begrudgingly. 

We both get drinks and some guy starts hitting on Lauren as soon as we get them. She goes off to dance while I keep drinking.

I sit there talking a little here and there with Penny, the bar owner and bartender tonight. She’s really nice.

I hear “Nurse Y/N?” I turn and see him. I exclaim “Yes Rooster?” I do find Rooster cute. I won’t say anything to him though because rejection exists.  He takes a seat next to me and says “I didn’t expect to see you here.” I reply “I didn’t expect myself to be here. But, I’m not a hermit and I came with Lauren.” He replies “Ah, friends will do that. I notice she is no longer over here. So, wanna join my friends and me? We’re just playing darts and drinking right now. There’s also pool if you want to play.” I reply “Sure I’ll join you guys.”

I walk over with Rooster and am introduced to the rest of the Top Gun pilots. 

As we talk, occasionally one of the guys says something sexual about a girl or about an experience they’ve had. I need to leave before they ask me something.

I turn to Phoenix who is closest to me and say “Hey. I’m gonna head out. I have a long day tomorrow and I need to get some sleep. If anyone asks, I left. It was good talking to you though.” She replies “It was good to talk to you too. I’ll be sure to tell everyone.”

Lauren agrees to leave now because her stomach is hurting. Great, she is going to be so sick tomorrow. She’ll definitely call in sick and I will have to work with John. He’s so lazy at what he does, but he knows how to do it. It annoys me.

We make it back to base and as soon as we get to our room, Lauren pukes in the toilet for the next 2 hours.

NEXT NIGHT 

The Top Gun pilots are running some drills in the sky right now. I am sitting outside at a table eating my dinner at 8 pm. 

I hear “Y/N?” I see Rooster standing there holding his helmet smiling. I wave and he walks over. He points to the seat next to me and asks “May I?” I answer “As long as you’re not late for drills, then sure.” He replies “I went first actually. I’m done for the night. I had to do 200 push-ups.” I reply “Sorry to hear that. If you mess up in the nursing world, you get warned and then you lose your job. And if you lose your job, you lose credibility as a nurse in whatever field you’re in.” He replies “Sh**! That was dark.”  I reply “Sorry... I don’t usually take the conversation so dark, especially to men I barely know.” He replies “I think we should change that. I’d love to get to know you. So what brings you out to watch the flight drills?” I answer plainly “It’s my dinner break.” He asks “I see you out here all the time and I know it’s not just because it’s a good place to eat. Because it’s loud and windy out here. It kind of sucks. So why are you watching flight drills?” I sigh and answer “I’ve always wanted to fly. I’ve always dreamed of being a pilot.” He asks “And why aren’t you?” I answer “That’s a very loaded question that I don’t know if I want to answer tonight. I’m going to pass.” He replies “That’s okay. Maybe another night?” I smile and nod.

We sit listening to the drills as I eat dinner for a bit. Rooster finally exclaims “You left yesterday without saying goodbye.” I reply “Yeah I told Phoenix to tell everyone I was leaving.” He asks “Was it something I said or did one of the pilots say something to you? Was it Hangman? If he said some lie or flirted with you, I am so sorry. He can be such a jerk sometimes.” I answer “No. I just didn’t like the conversation about how everyone was going to get some.” He replies “Yeah, my policy is to not talk about that. They do though and they like to joke. I didn’t know it bothered you. I would’ve told them to hold back.” I quickly reply “No it’s fine. They should be able to live their life talking about whatever they want. It’s a free country with free speech after all.” He smiles and someone calls his name. He tells me goodbye and leaves.

4 DAYS LATER

I’ve been working nonstop this week. It should make me feel great, but it doesn’t. You see, I’ve been casually talking with Rooster every day. I really like him as a person, but I just know that if I tell him I’m asexual, it could crush him. I don’t want to crush someone that is about to have to face a death-defying mission. I just can’t. So what will I do? Keep conversations light and fluffy without any talk about dreams or the future or relationships.

As I’m typing and logging in entries, I hear my name being called. I take off my headphones and see Rooster standing there. I ask “Hey Rooster. What’s up? What’s hurting?” He answers “I actually came to see if you were free for the next hour.” I reply “I’m working. I get off at 8 for a 30-minute dinner break though.” He turns to Lauren and asks “Hey John! If I were to take this lovely lady out for an hour, do you think you could hold down the nurse’s office?”  Lauren answers “Of course. I do sort of owe Y/N for taking my shift when I called in sick. Consider it taken care of.” I sigh and answer “Fine. Let me get my dinner. Can I eat where we’re going?” Rooster answers “Yes.” I nod and leave the room 

Switch to Rooster’s POV

I move over to where Lauren is sitting as Y/N leaves the room.  I ask “Hey. Is something bothering Y/N? She seems off tonight.” Lauren asks “Well do you plan on considering tonight a date?” I answer “I might have been thinking about it. I really like her.” She replies “Tell her that you care about her and want to know what’s up with her. Express that you’ve noticed her behavior and really show you pay attention to her. She’ll like that. If you’re mean, then I have to be Larceny Lauren.” I reply “Ok. I don’t know what that means, but okay.” She replies “It means I commit Larceny with no remorse.”

Y/N returns and we head out.  We start walking toward the planes and I exclaim “Listen, I know you want to fly and have always wanted to. I talked to Maverick and we can have a quick 30-minute flight with him watching our flight plan. We’ll be back with enough time to eat. I recommend eating after.”  She asks “Wait? We’re about to go in your plane to fly?” I answer “Yes we are. I arranged it, so we could use a two-seater plane.” She replies “Wow I’m so excited. Thank you.” I reply “No problem.”

We get into the plane and we fly. And as we fly, I narrate moments between my team and I as we pass certain areas. 

When we get back to base, we get out of the plane and we start walking to the table she always eats at. 

I ask “So what did you think of the flight?” Y/N answers “You’re a great pilot. It was amazing. Thank you. I really loved every minute being in the air.” I reply “I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I was hoping it was fun for you... what else do you like to do for fun?” She answers “I haven’t been taking a lot of time for fun recently. I’ve been working nonstop. I like to draw I guess. I also like to drink hot tea and eat burgers, but not together. Wow I have had no fun recently. I just cannot think of me having fun.” I smile and reply “That’s totally fine. I like your answers. You seem like fun to me. So speaking of fun times, there’s this cool place that serves burgers and it’s open on Saturday. Now that matters because I’m free this Saturday night. Are you?” I see her face drop from a smile and she starts to nervously look around. I say “Look, I know I kind of sprung this idea on you, so you can take all the time to think about it. I don’t want you to be pressured to say yes or no. And Y/N, I know you’ve become more withdrawn since the first time we talked. You don’t talk about deeper topics anymore. Something’s bothering you and if there is anything I can do to help, please tell me. I care about you and just want you to be okay.” She half smiles and says “Thanks... uh... I will only say yes to a date if you don’t mind that I’m asexual. I’m sex-repulsed, but we can totally still hang out all the time. We can cuddle, hold hands, and be in love, but sex is limited. Being asexual ruined my last relationships because they thought I was using them and they said dating me was pointless without sex.” Men suck and I am one. Sex isn’t everything. I reach over and place my hand gently over hers. I say “That doesn’t bother me at all. In fact, I get why you didn’t like hearing about sex the other night. I’m sorry that some guys have been mean to you in the past. It’s their loss because you’re a wonderful woman. So what I’m hearing is we still get burgers, but we make a secret handshake together.” She laughs and says “That is ... wow you are too funny. I think burgers and a secret handshake sound great.” I smile. 

#top gun fic #top gun fluff #top gun imagines #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagines #bradley bradshaw fluff #rooster x reader #rooster fanfic #top gun rooster

[milkywaygg]

The Cosmas REVAMP (Chapter 2)

After saying goodbye to Nora, desperate to leave her alone to stay on her good side, Linnie left the building as he dug around in his pants pocket, feeling his heart drop slightly as the normally sitting bottle spray was not there. Once he had left the building, Linnie turned and hid in the corner of the building to take his phone out of his bag, shuffling the many textbooks that he had brought with him. Turning it on, he clicked on his twin sister, Daisy’s, contact information and sent her a message, hoping that he wasn’t too late.

Daisy? Are you still awake?

Nah. Just cramming for this stupid history test tomorrow. Why?

You wouldn’t mind picking me up, would you? I really don’t think I should fly home by myself. I left my pepperspray at home.

You don’t have your wand on you? Can’t you teleport home?

I don’t have my license yet. I have to re-take the test remember?

Right right. Yea, gimmie a min to find my wand. I’d take the car but mom and dad are asleep, hence why they didn’t blow up ur phone given how late it is lol.

I know I know. I’m sorry. I just lost track of time and…I met someone.

Oooo you don’t say? I’ll be there in 2 mins, then you’ve got some tea to spill, Mister!

Laughing slightly, Linnie kept himself hidden as he shoved the few books that he had pulled out back in his bag, careful not to let any of them smash his wand. He sighed somewhat disappointedly at his wand as his mind replayed all the failed practical exams he had faced, due to being somewhat magically inferior to most of the student population. While Daisy was able to teleport on her first try on exam day, Linnie hadn’t managed at all, and when given a second chance, he teleported with an arm and a leg missing, literally. He also remembered what happened earlier that day during class, where the baby had shrunk him accidentally, and he was left squealing in the corner until his teacher had helped him. With every lesson, Linnie felt a wave of laughter overwhelm him as he failed every spell and counter spell, despite knowing everything in theory. He knew the wand movements, he knew the correct incantations, but somehow..it never turned out in his favor.

Catching him off guard, a loud POOF suddenly appeared in front of him, forcing Linnie to clutch his chest and fall backwards. Daisy, a tall girl with shoulder-length green hair and hexagon shaped glasses behind her pastel green eyes, smirked slightly as she helped her brother out.

“You just can’t stay outta trouble, can you?”, she said jokingly, “What are you doing back here? I expected you near the front door or something.”

‘I-I-I just didn’t want anyone to see me, and try to rob me. I-I forgot my stuff back at the house.”

“Rob us? Shit, if they robbed us, I would have been like, wait? We got money?”, Daisy laughed, grabbing his wand out as she grabbed Linnie’s arm, “Now come on. Wouldn’t want to keep mom and dad worried.”

Linnie felt as if his body were being crushed as Daisy teleported him and herself back towards their bedrooms, split into two different sides. Both sides had a desk for school stuff against the lime green walls, and Daisy’s laptop illuminated her agricultural studies and history textbooks that were lied around, alongside papers and pens. The twins’ beds stood next to each other in the middle of the room, while a single lamp shined in the corner. Linnie tossed his backpack onto his bed and took a seat on the desk, resting his arm a bit as Daisy smiled at him.

“Sooo…you gonna tell me about this mystery woman?”, Daisy pried, making Linnie squirm slightly.

“Well, it wasn��t a date or anything. She just looked so sad and I thought maybe she wanted someone to talk to.”

“Uh huh…”, Daisy said, urging Linnie to go into more detail. “What’s she look like? She got a name.”

“She had this curly, cyan hair and was wearing a letterman jacket, kind of like how all the football players wear?”, Linnie started to explain, but grew worried as Daisy’s smile started to fade, “What? What’s the matter?”

“Not Nora Cosma.”

“Um…yes..her. Why?”

“Linnie, lemme ask you something.”, Daisy asked, rubbing her temples slightly. Of all the people he could have interacted with tonight, he chose her?! “Do you know her well?”

“Not really. I mean, we do have AP Literature together, and occasionally I’ll watch her play before we go perform with the band for half time. Why?”

“Ehhh…I think you should be careful around her, Lin.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Well…she’s not exactly student of the year, if you catch my drift.”, Daisy shrugged, re-counting the last few interactions with Nora. “You know how I was late to first period this morning? That bitch shoved me in the locker in the men’s room, and everyone thought I was some sort of pervert. Thanks to her, I’ve got detention for the next two weeks. Thank the stars I didn’t get suspended.”

“Did mom and dad get upset at you?”

“They did until I told them what happened. Mom’s gonna make a call to the school in the morning about it.”, Daisy sighed, “But anyways, I don’t think Nora’s the type of person you want to be associated with.”

“Oh dear. I wish I would have know all that happened to you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not you fault. Just please..”, Daisy pleaded, “If you do get involved with her, please please be careful. I don’t think she’s going to treat you right if you do get with her. I mean, you saw what she did to me, and I’ve overheard her a million times about how weak she thinks men are, so..”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I think she’s taken already.”, Linnie shrugged, “She was on her phone most of the time I was there and looked like she was texting someone, so I’m not sure. I-I wasn’t going to get with her or anything, but I just wanted to make sure she as doing ok.”

“Damn Linnie, you’re a better person than me. If that were me, I’d have let her suffer.”, Daisy said, “Anyways, I gotta get back to my studying. Let me know if the light disturbs you.”

“Really quick, Daisy? Can I ask you a question?”, Linnie asked softly, shuffling in his seat. Daisy nodded. “Do you um…think I’m stupid?”

“What? No! Why would you ask that? Are you crazy?”, Daisy asked, the question sending her into shocked, “Why? Did she call you stupid. Why I outta-“

“No no no! Please! She didn’t say anything to me, I promise!”, Linnie said, his voice getting somewhat high pitched, “No. It’s just…I’ve been thinking about all those practical tests that I keep messing up and today I had a bit of an accident in class.”

“What happened?”

“Well, you know that daycare class I keep asking you to join me in…Dina, that baby that I mentor, accidentally got a hold of Mr. Langston’s wand today and shrunk me with it, and well, you know I’m still struggling to transform correctly, so I had to try not to get eaten by this giant cockroach while the rest of the class searched for the wand.”

“Ooo ouch! Are you ok? Did she hurt you?”

“Not on purpose. The poor dear. She felt so bad and didn’t know what she was doing.”

“Yikes. See, that’s why I prefer pets over babies and children. They can’t use wands like we can.”

“Well I know, but I don’t know. I love cats and dogs but taking care of children just makes me feel extra warm inside. I don’t know. Just…I’m not mad at Dina or anything. It was just an accident after all. It’s just..sometimes I think I’m too dependent on other people to come and send me. I’m just wondering if I’m stupid or weak.”

“Ha! You’re not stupid or weak by any means! Hell, you always make the best grades in history and literature, since you aren’t waving a magic wand or anything. You’re crazy good at theories and stuff, and it takes an incredibly amount of patience to babysit and care for those children they way you do and never ask in return.”, Daisy said, smiling at Linnie, who seemed to perk up a little bit, “Just..the practical part of school just takes time to develop, and everyone develops at a different speed. Some people are born incredibly powerful while others have to wait a while longer. You’re so patient with everyone else, but sometimes, I think you forget to be patient with yourself.”

“I know, but it’s so much easier said that done. I really don’t know how you do it, Daisy.”

“Just takes time. Just know that if you need help, I’ve got your back, and I’m not gonna let anyone mess with you..ever. Now, you should probably get some sleep. We gotta be up bright and early for this stupid test.” Linnie smiled at his sister thankfully as he moved his backpack from the bed to his desk chair, before changing into his pajamas and settling into bed, scrolling mindlessly on his phone before eventually zonking out, tuning out his sister’s typing on her computer. Though he still tossed and turned as he continued to think about everything that had happened at school and the coffee shop, he eventually let his sister’s words soothe him through the night, lucky that he was born a twin.

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