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Hey, I'm the one who requested https://www.tumblr.com/yanderecookierunkingdom/740229855302565888/justhad-an-ideaabout-a-sweet-but-kinda-shy?source=share and...forgot if I had an anon name or not. I'm usually snow or seal anon so if you have an anon with either one of those names there's a high chance that's me...
Anyway I loved what you wrote...it's so adorable including that other ask you did with the anxious reader! Both were amazing!!!
It kinda inspired this idea: imagine an anxious y/n accidently doing that...to all the beasts...like the cookies walk in expecting a fight and expected to leave with bruises and stuff but instead they leave with 5 beasts soothing y/n, showing them tricks and giving them treats and just genuinely making them happy lmao! Y/n, the accidental beast tamer! Got 5 bodyguards now who love em dearly while y/n subtly keeps em in line via reacting badly or with fear when they do bad things and y/n feeling bad or scared makes em unhappy so it's enough to keep em in some sort of line lmao!
One by one, the rest of the Beasts were freed, and while initially, they were all fully contented to reign chaos on the world for locking them away, Shadow Milk Cookie was swift to stop them.
None of them really understood what he was getting at.. until you began reaching the same way you did with Shadow Milk Cookie and it clicks immediately.
They all become infatuated with you, genuinely wanting to keep you happy. Your smile and laughter are like beautiful melodies to them, and they can't get enough of it.
Shadow Milk Cookie claims to be your favorite because you always laugh at his jokes the loudest. Burning Spice Cookie nearly threw hands.
Eternal Sugar Cookie gives you a small mini cloud for whenever you're tired, and Mystic Flour Cookie tends to give gentle breezes with their little wings.
Silent Salt Cookie is always willing to get you a shoulder to rest on whenever you just need comforting silence.
Elder Faeire Cookie is the one to suggest you subtly keep the Beasts in line, and you're more than willing to agree. It's typically a small pout or teary eyes, and the Beast you've targeted quickly abandons all thoughts of violence.
This works most effectively on Shadow Milk Cookie. He is definitely the softest for you, with Eternal Sugar Cookie right behind him.
#cosmos stars#star: seal anon#ooc#welcome back seal!!#cosmos constellations#crk x reader#cookie run kingdom x reader#shadow milk cookie x reader#burning spice cookie x reader#eternal sugar cookie x reader#silent salt cookie x reader#mystic flour cookie x reader
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Affection
"Our fingers dancing when they meet" - This side of paradise
The outsiders (separate) x GN reader
Warnings: bit of cursing, not proof read, nothing else??
SODAPOP CURTIS
DARRY CURTIS
He prolly needs a hug honestly
I doubt he gets them often
He's a wee bit touch starved
‼️All hugs and cuddles will be greatly appreciated‼️
He's not super big on pda
He'll have an arm around you, kiss you and stuff
But that's kinda it
He would def give the best kisses
Sharing a bed with him is alright..
He gives you enough space and he'll spoon you if you want
But
He snores
Like, really bad
So..
He loves affection
Mans would actually hold you 24/7 if he could
You wanna cuddle with him?
Don't even have to ask
He always knows what you want and when you want it
GUYS HES A MAGICAL GIRL??
NEW AU?
Sorry, got distracted
Anyways, he'll be big spoon, little spoon, your pillow, blanket, anything really
He also loves hand holding
Just link your fingers with his anytime, anywhere
He'll be the happiest boy on earth
Soda doesn't mind pda
He'll show you love anywhere
He actually kinda likes it cause it shows the other girls that he's taken..
He's one of the best greasers to (sfw) sleep with
He's used to sharing a bed with someone, and he is probably the biggest cuddler of the group
Plus he's like a human heater
So you won't get cold
PONYBOY CURTIS
He likes your affection.. a lot
Maybe not as much as the others, but he likes it
He's not really a touch starved person
Actually, I see him as being kinda touch adverse, Soda, Johnny, and you being exceptions
He'd probably prefer just reading with you over all the cuddling
Until he's tired atleast
Speaking of, he canonically gets nightmares, and having someone sleeping with him helps
Y'know what else helps?
Cuddling, that's what.
Just let him be your little spoon
Kid really deserves it
He definitely likes more subtle affection
Your leg touching his, stuff like that
He also really likes cheek kisses and you playing with his hair
When it comes to pda, it will only happen around Johnny
The others won't let him live it down
ALSO, out of everyone, he's the one that blushes the most
DALLAS WINSTON
He hates physical affection
At least, that's what he says
You know better though
You've noticed how he reacts when you hold his hand, or play with his hair
How he calms when you cup his cheek and give him a gentle kiss
If we're being completely honest here, he loves it
He loves every single bit of your affection
Just don't do anything more then a quick kiss in public
If he gets really jealous or possessive in public he'll initiate pda
I'm talking, arm around your shoulder, pulling you in his lap, full on making out with you
He's a very touch starved person
So in private he'll accept any and all tender touches
He'll still be an ass about it but y'know
If you do it while he's tired he'll actually shut up and enjoy it
Sharing a bed with him is probably nice
He's veryy cuddly when tired
Do what you will with that information
He will only be your little spoon if he's black out drunk
Otherwise he'll just serve as your personal pillow
JOHNNY CADE
In the beginning your gonna have to hold back on your physical affection
Because of how his parents treat him he's gotten used to touches being painful
You need to be very patient and careful
He'll get used to it though!
He's also extremely touch starved
So he will definitely enjoy it once he knows you won't hurt him
He's willing to be affectionate in public, as long as the other guys aren't around
Except Ponyboy, he doesn't mind too much around him
He loves cuddling
He's always super shy about it tho
Actually, he's always kinda shy about anything you do
Even if it's just eye contact
It's just so new to him
Please please please just kiss him out of nowhere
His reaction would be so fvcking cute
Give this boy the love he deserves
Let him sleep in your bed every time it gets too cold out
He needs a nice, warm, comforting place to sleep
He'd be very respectful about it
Just give him sweet kisses while you cuddle him
TWO-BIT MATHEWS
Probably the second most affectionate
Right behind Soda
He's not touch starved, he just really likes you
He doesn't care about pda
He doesn't care what others say
I think it's actually physically impossible for him to get embarrassed
So, do whatever the hell you want tbh
He's absolutely terrible to sleep with
He always sleeps in the starfish position, leaving you with no room
He's also a blanket hog
So uhh
Yeah
The only pro is that you can cuddle him
I bet he would give nice hugs and cuddles..
Overall, you can do pretty much whatever with him
He doesn't care that much
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Roommate!Denki x male reader >:D
b4: insinuation of smut, lazy denki followed by (kinda) proactive denki followed by provocative denki (in this whole sequence denki is just someone beautiful and cute who I really want to grab by the neck and-)
Roommate!Denki who is lazy, laying on the couch, trash all over the coffee table that was in the living room and his clothes on the ground. You curse at him, throwing your hands around and yelling at him.
Roommate!Denki who, for one of the firt times, says “I’m sorry. I’ll…I’ll pick everything up.” He then stood up, grabbing the trash and picking his stuff up, putting them in his room, leaving you shocked and confused.
"I'm impressed. You're actually doing it." you say, arms crossed as you watch him pick up his clothes.
"I just got tired of you yelling at me all the time. Figured I should start pulling my weight around here." Roommate!Denki mumbles, refusing to make eye contact.
After a moment, your expression softens seeing him really making an effort. Maybe there was hope for change after all. "Just try keeping it picked up from now on. And no more sleeping the day away on the couch, okay? It's bad for your back. And well...thanks for listening I guess. And for actually cleaning up."
Roommate!Denki who answears "You're welcome. I mean it, I'll try to do better from now on. We're roommates, so we should at least try to get along." and side smile to you, meaning every word.
Seeing him making an effort made something to you. Te tension beetween you both was obvious and strong, and was no surprise when you gave him a smirk, saying "You even look cute finally cleaning up your mess huh"
Roommate!Denki that blinks in surprise at the unexpected compliment, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. "Oh yeah?" he shoots back, regaining his composure. "And I'm sure you love seeing me on my knees." A cocky grin pulls at his lips, always ready with a flirty retort.
You laugh, unfazed by his reply. "Don't get too full of yourself now pretty boy. I was just stating a fact." But you can't deny, there was a certain appeal about him taking initiative for once. "Keep this look up and who knows..." you say with a shrug, leaving the suggestion hanging in the air.
Roommate!Denki who smiles, his eyes gleaming with newfound motivation. "Oh I plan to. You ain't seen nothing yet." You step closer to Senki looking him up and down with a playful smirk "Oh yeah? And what exactly haven't I seen yet, pretty boy?" you say in a flirty tone.
Roommate!Denki that holds your gaze confidently, smiling that cocky grin you've grown to both like and hate. "Let's just say...there's more to me than being a lazy bum on the couch." He takes a step towards you so you're mere inches apart, his dark eyes staring intensely into yours. "Why don't you find out for yourself..." he murmurs lowly, his breath ghosting your lips.
You can feel the electricity between you, the tension that had always been there but was never acted on by obvious reasons. Your eyes flick down to his mouth before meeting his eyes again questioningly.
"Well?” Roommate!Denki whispers. “Are you gonna make a move, or are you all talk?" The challenge hangs in the air, invitation clear on both sides. It's up to you to take the leap...
Roommate!Denki who were kinda suprised when you grip his waist tightly, pulling him against you so your bodies are conected and your noses nearly touch.
"You talk a big game, pretty boy..." you murmur, your breath mingling with his. Roommate!Denki inhales sharply at the sudden contact, eyes darkening with desire. One hand comes up to caress your cheek softly. "Then put your money where your mouth is," he challenges huskily.
A smirk tugs at your lips, unable to resist his provocation. Without hesitation, you crush your mouth to his in a deep kiss. Heanswears eagerly, kissing you back passionately as his arms wind around your neck. You step forward, backing him up until he hits the wall.
Roommate!Denki moans softly into your mouth, submitting completely as your body presses him into the hard surface. Weeks of pent up tension explodes between you in a frenzy of lust and greedily seeking mouths. When you finally part for air, Roommate!Denki is panting heavily, lips reddened and eyes hazy with want. "Well...was I all talk?" he breathes out challengingly.
"Not bad, pretty boy..." you murmur against his throat, your breath hot on his skin. "But you ain't seen nothing yet."
Roommate!Denki that lets out a soft gasp as your lips trail a scorching path down his neck. When you reach the base of his throat, you latch on firmly and suck, eliciting a low groan from deep within his chest. His hands grasp desperately at your shoulders, clinging for purchase as you mark his skin possessively. All the pent up sexual tension floods out as you explore his body ruthlessly with your mouth.
"Fuck..." Roommate!Denki whispers harshly when you come up for air, utterly shattered.
His eyes beg for more as his lips seek yours out hungrily. You grant him another deep, searing kiss to silence his pleas before pulling away just enough to speak. "Bed. Now." you order gruffly, leaving no room for argument. Roommate!Denki nods eagerly, anticipation and desire written across his flushed face.
It's finally time to see what this pretty boy is really made of. And you plan to unravel him completely. "You're walking very slowly..." U say, and lift him by the waist, holding him while Roommate!Denki crosses his legs on your hips, clinging to you.
As you finally reach the bedroom, you gently lower Roommate!Denki onto the bed, his legs still locked around you. The moment is charged with electricity, and you can't help but smile down at him. "Now, let's see if you can handle more than just your words," you whisper, leaning down to capture his lips in a searing kiss, ready to explore every inch of him.
I USED DICIONARY IN THIS WHAT
WHY ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRT LANGUAGE WHYYYY
should i continue this? *girly pop gigles*
#denki comfort#denki smut#denki kaminari#bnha denki#mha denki#denki x male reader#x male reader#x male!reader#male reader smut#top male reader#mha#i love him so much#. º✧ ⭑☆ star dew posting
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☠︎︎ DAY TWENTY-FIVE: TOUCH STARVED FT. OIKAWA
☠︎︎ WARNINGS: y/n is needy, oikawa is a shitty tease, one-sided pleasure, sleepy stuff, fem reader, he's kinda ooc lol
☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 1.3k
"toru, are you still awake?"
y/n tilted her chin up slightly, allowing her to shift her gaze from his chest and instead, to his tired features. she'd noticed how the small caressing action's of oikawa's hands against her lower back had stopped for a minute too long.
"mhm" he hummed, low eyes slightly opening after y/n placed a small kiss onto his neck. "aren't you tired yet?" he asked, noticing how her eyes were filled with anything but exhaustion. she shook her head, making oikawa loosen the hold in which he had around her waist. y/n pulled herself closer to oikawa as her leg rested over his own. "n/n"
if they were under any other circumstance, oikawa would be glad to aid y/n in her current state of neediness but as if for right now, he was already struggling to keep his eyes from shutting due to the busyness that took place earlier that day. she placed more kisses against his neck, desperately trying to initiate some sort of intimacy to provoke her lover.
"toru"
"n/n, i'm tired. go to sleep"
a small frown formed onto her lips when oikawa showed no interest into her affection at all. he couldn't blame her much though. after all, the two hadn't had time for each other for the past two weeks. each time they'd tried to spend quality time together, it would always get interrupted by literally anything and everything. "please". her voice resulted as a whisper, afraid that if the volume was increased by even the smallest amount, it'll take away the rest of oikawa's patience.
"tomorrow. you can wait until then, right?"
"you have early practice tomorrow and if it's like any of the ones from this week, you won't be back until late" she reminded. he let out a groan and the hoarseness caused by his exhaustion was quite noticeable. "toru" she mumbled, making him roll onto his back out of annoyance. she only made swift movements to straddle his waist before leaning down and resting her chin on his chest to meet his gaze.
oikawa's hand lazily moved up and under the fabric of her shirt, before resting against the warmth of her lower back. "we haven't done anything together in an entire two weeks" oikawa noticed her desperate expression and couldn't help but muster up his small amount of energy so the both of them could finally get some rest. "you're so fucking needy, n/ n" y/n smiled at oikawa's words that signified him giving in to her small and non-innocent intentions. "it's what you signed up for"
oikawa rolled his eyes before pulling y/n down, closer to his face to place a rough kiss against her lips. "use me as you wish" he mumbled, receiving a confused look from y/n. he managed to allow a smirk to creep onto his lips when y/ n murmured a few annoyed curses. "i told you i was tired and you're the one being needy. i dont have the energy to actually fuck y-"
"toru, i got it the first time" y/n interrupted and finally leaned up, hooking her index and middle fingers in the hem of his sweat pants before pulling it down to expose his semi aroused erection. "i thought you were too tired?" she asked, noticing his evident interest from the whole situation. "you've been grinding against me ever since you decided to sit on my lap. i couldn't help it"
y/n's eye's slightly widened since she wasn't even aware of her own movements. she was soon snapped out of her partial daze once oikawa tapped her leg, urging her to carry on so he can attempt to fall back into his slumber as soon as possible. y/n swiftly removed her pants, along with her underwear before returning back to her previous position, now straddling his unclothed erection.
she noticed how he was more aroused than before, making her smile at the fact and continuing her acknowledged grinding motions. oikawa let out a sigh, syncing his sounds with the moan that erupted from y/n. the evidence of her arousal coating him entirely when the sudden pleasure was finally being received. oikawa couldn't help but keeps his eyes on y/n's hazed expression.
she finally guided her hand to grip oikawa's length, to slide himself into her sex. a moan was drawn out, when she finally felt a sensation of relieving pleasure. oikawa placed his hands on y/n's hips, and with a firm grip, he guided her to grind against him. she leaned down, pressing her face into to crook of his neck to hide her expression's and pleasured noises. "feel better?" he asked. y/n moaned a small hum before nodding at his question.
oikawa knew how long y/n had been waiting for his touch. ever since yesterday, her eye's would take longer glances at each part of his body, no matter what it was that he was doing. he couldn't blame her though. he too, wanted to initiate some kind of intimate moment with y/n but due to his tied up schedule, he just never got the chance. but now that he did, he noticed how y/n's entire body reacted differently to his touch.
the way her hips rose, before falling back down to meet his own, extracting a whine each time she did so, oikawa was somewhat thankful that he gave into her acts of begging. as y/n only continued to lift her hips and grind against oikawa's lower abdomen, her moans began to raise at a higher volume. he let out small sighs with each stroke before tapping y/n's shoulder so she'd raise her head from its spacing in the crook of his neck. he leaning up, placing a kiss to her lips, not expecting her to lean into it with such greed.
the messiness of their lips, was an evident sign that y/n most likely wouldn't last for too long, she rarely did it times like this. if oikawa wanted her to, they could last hours but as if for right now, all he wanted was to please her so they'd be able to finally relax. whispers of his name fell from y/n's lips, signifying her built up pleasure that was finally going to break. it was a brief moment but neither of them actually cared. especially on a night where all y/n wanted to do was meet her peak and oikawa only wanted the exact same.
his hand wondered to her sex, his thumb making it's way to her bud to rub small circles against the area. with a couple last drawn out moans, y/ n finally reached her peak as her legs shutterd in an attempt to receive as much friction as she could. oikawa noticed this and sped up the movements of his thumb as he admired her pleasured expression. her chest rose and fell, panting from the satisfaction. he met with her hazy gaze, slightly raising an eyebrow to ask if she were finished.
with a nod, y/n managed to lift herself off of him before tiredly allowing her head to meet with the pillow, the exhaustion finally creeping up on her. her eyes shifted to oikawa's still evident erection, guilt immediately enveloping her figure. "do you want me to..?" she asked. oikawa shook his head, reassuringly pressing a kiss to her forehead. "it'll go away" he mumbled. "i want to go to sleep and you should too" he draped an arm around her waist, pulling her body closer to his own so she could focus her gaze onto his tired expression instead.
"i'll get home early tomorrow so we can have all the time we need, together"
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Hii, this is my first time requesting, but I had a cute fluff idea I wanted to give.
I really wanna see hobie and Crowely having like some kind of truce. like for example, reader is busy with work or wtv, giving neither hobie nor crowely any attention, so they kinda join forces to get readers attention and its all cute and stuff. Yk just something light and sweet.
Hope you like this ❤️
Thank you for the request! Any request with the cats is a favourite of mine 🥰 hope you like it!
Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader
Word count: 1.1k
Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF
The cats are based on this fic
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Hobie watches you from the bedroom's doorway, hands on his hip, sighing deeply. You look up from your laptop propped on your knees, the blanket providing a thin barrier between your legs and the warmth of the computer. Your back aches from the position, the pillow you use to prop yourself up is not helping your posture, you hear your neck creak when you look at Hobie through tired eyes.
"You okay?" You say, throat scratchy.
"Am I okay? Love, you've been in the same position since I left, did you even take a break?"
Crowley appears behind Hobie's legs, meowing in agreement, he's been trying to get your attention since you sat down. But alas you need to finish this paper before midnight or your grade will tank. You've only taken a few five minute breaks for when you absolutely needed to, like when you need to feed the cats, go to the bathroom, and scream into the void, (aka your pillow)
Crumpet and Teacup gave up seeking your attention hours ago. Tea has never left your side though, curling herself next to your warm laptop. You can see a glimpse of Crumpet lounging in her cat condo through the open door.
Crowley has been an absolute menace, crawling over your laptop, making you guiltily move him away. He paws at you, meowing for a second of your attention. You give him quick pets, but that seemed to not be enough for him.
Now Crowley has an ally, Hobie tilts his head at you questioningly, Crowley copies his movements, making you raise your brow. Sometimes you think Crowley is actually a human trapped in a cat's body. His action makes you go back to your little conspiracy theory.
"Did he just copy you?" You ask, bewildered.
"You're avoiding the question," Hobie takes a few steps towards the foot of the bed, leaning with both hands over the soft mattress. Crowley does the same, swiftly jumping next to your covered feet. He meows loudly. "Your lips are bloody cracked!" Hobie squints his eyes, looking at your dry lips, you would've gotten flustered with his staring but his concern makes you look up at him apologetically.
Crowley looks at Hobie for a second before squinting his emerald eyes back to you. He clearly agrees with Hobie.
" 'm sorry, I did take breaks, promise! I just really need to finish this before the deadline, I'm only a few words behind the word count needed" you bat your eyes prettily at Hobie, his eyes soften, you slyly smile victoriously.
Crowley seems to notice Hobie falling for your tactic, he puts his paw over Hobie's hand, looking up at him. They have a silent conversation, you question reality, maybe you are severely dehydrated. Crowley has never initiated touch towards Hobie, he never even goes near him, always staring at him with narrowed eyes and an angry mewl.
You notice they're in a truce. Hobie nods his head at Crowley while the demon spawn looks back at you, adorable face looking down smugly. You look at them confused at what they're planning.
"You said you're only a few words behind, right?" You nod, fingers itching to type again, Hobie continues "it's only half past nine, you have enough time to complete it. C'mon stretch your legs for me" Hobie moves to your side, trying to flip away the blanket, but you stay glued to it. Teacup stretches next to you, ignoring the conversation before going back to sleep. Sometimes you wish you were a cat instead.
"I can't, I still have to proofread and edit it" you pout your lips "I'll stretch after" you cup his jaw, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips, Hobie completely melts at your touch. Crowley looks at him judgingly. If only cats could roll their eyes, Crowley would be rolling them right now.
"Fine" Hobie sighs, giving up "but you need to drink some water, yeah? I'll bring it to you" he stands up, Crowley stares at him, meowing softly, he swears that was a scoff. "Don't look at me like that, you would've fallen for it too"
You barely registered the interaction, your attention now back to your work, the words swirling around, typing up a storm.
Hobie brings you a glass, you quickly gulp it down, going back to work, sparing only a quick thanks to Hobie. The faster you finish it, the sooner you can get back to your boys.
Hobie lays down next to you a few minutes later, now in clean and comfy clothes. He doesn't want to bother you while you're focused so instead of cuddling, he sighs, bringing his long leg over yours, closing his eyes, waiting for sleep. Well if you can't beat them join them right?
Crowley has one last idea to get your attention. As you type away, you don't notice the black void walking between you and Hobie, he curls up next to his neck, purring loudly. He waits for you to notice.
Hobie savors the rare affection from Crowley, knowing that it's him right away through his familiar purring that he only hears when Crowley cuddles up next to you.
Hours later, You still haven't noticed them, hands almost cramping, you finish the final proofread and edit, sending it a few minutes before the deadline. You smile and stretch your aching back and arms, closing the laptop victoriously.
You look to your left, Teacup still asleep, spread out over your blanket, through the open door you see Crumpet take a stroll in your flat, you tilt your head at what she's doing up this late. You gesture for her to get in bed next to you, she happily trots up, jumping to your right, you follow her movements. She lies between you and Hobie, mirroring Tea's position.
You glance up at Hobie's sleeping face, the sight takes your breath away, Crowley sleeps peacefully next to Hobie's neck, curled around himself. Hobie's face is right on top of Crowley's fur, snuggling into him.
You clutch your chest at how adorable the scene is, you quietly take your phone from the nightstand, making sure the camera's shutter is on silent and the flash off. You must've taken a hundred pictures of them, you have a huge grin on your lips, eyes sparkling, finally they've warmed up to each other after months of them bickering (mostly on Crowley's part)
You sigh longingly wanting to be a part of their little cuddle pile. You realize you can, so you take your devices over to the side table, slowly and quietly sliding down to lay next to them, careful not to wake them. Looking at Hobie's face, you can't help but press a quick kiss on his forehead, wishing he has a good dream. You close your eyes, content.
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can I ask for Mu Qing with f!reader who appears very standoffish & sharp-tongued but in a more angry way like Feng Xin, but she is actually kinda nice when it's needed, & has hobbies that may be considered conventionally soft like art & stuff?
There is such a scarcity of Mu Qing content😭 & I love your works, they have awesome flow ❤
Miss Facade headecanons
Mu Qing x F!reader
I'll try my best and thanks so much ☺️
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When Mu Qing sees you it's like seeing a copy of Feng Xin.
You're stand offish, sharp-tongued, and even aggressive
The heavens kind of see you as a bitch so that's initially what he thought too
The only difference is, you're a woman. He's never known a woman so... Like you.
There's Ling Wen, but she's just tired and overworked. You are... You
He's sure there's good qualities about you seeing as you get along with Feng Xin. Probably some underlying loyalty or something like that.
This was his first impression of you.
It's not until you have to go on a mission together that his opinion changes.
You're actually kind, and caring. Going out of your way to help Mu Qing even though he sneered and said he didn't need help.
That made him feel guilty.
So the sudden personality difference is intriguing to him.
When the mission is over and you're back in the heavens Mu Qing looks for you. Well not for you but you know he's just looking around. . . Obviously
You have a palace, surprisingly not too gaudy. The more he looks at it, the palace is nice too. It's beautiful actually, kind of like you
You didn't hear that from him though
Mu Qing just has something to talk about from the mission. Definitely not seeking you out for other reasons.
It was on a whim so your deputies are supposed and have no time to give word to you all My Qing says is "I'll give her word myself "
So off he goes, the deputies tell him where to go and he follows. He eventually finds the room they were talking about.
Not because of their directions but because of your voice. Singing.
Mu Qing doesn't immediately go in, he looks through the crack of the door. He hopes no one passes by because that's all he needs.
A rumor that he's peeking through goddesses doors.
When he looks through the door he's in awe. You look beautiful well you always do but more so now.
You're singing and distracted in a slow dance. He looks at the walls of the room seeing multiple paintings.
He assumes you've drawn them, because of the desk with paint and ink all over it.
Mu Qing gets caught up in your singing. He hadn't meant to really.
It was like he was being lured closer until his hand somehow slipped on the door and he was tripping into your room.
Mu Qing's embarrassed. You're embarrassed. The room is quiet. He gets up and pats his robes. He sneers at the door and then looks to you apologizing.
As embarrassed as he is, it's rude to not apologize when practically breaking into a ladies room.
He's even more surprised when you instead ask if he enjoyed your song.
He nods, and he's staring at you hard because you're blushing and he's astonished
He's never seen you like this. Soft, vulnerable. You always seemed otherwise.
Then you're asking him to stay and listen to you sing more, just because you supposedly need a second ear.
He accepts quickly because it would be rude not to that's all.
That's where your guy's story starts. You sing to him and him being your only listener. No one else would get close to you so he supposes he'll have to do
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I'm sorry it's short but I hope you enjoyed it none the less 😭🙏 I'm busy busy busy so I hope this is good!🖤🖤🖤
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I wanted to punch my screen. This one was frustrating to get started but it seemed to get easy once I got a flow!
(I took too long I know! I'M SORRY!)
The bottom rung of the ladder wasn't a position Niko enjoyed. More often than not, this position meant that he was the crew's errand boy rather than a fearsome pirate in his own right.
Dishes to be cleaned, a deck to be mopped, the assortment of chores that the rest of the crew members couldn't be bothered to handle were left to him to deal with. It was an endless cycle of thankless tasks, and while Lady Tetra was a wonderful pirate to lead the crew, Niko was growing tired of the mundane routine. He longed for the excitement of the seas, of heart pounding dangers that made the best stories.
The only source of excitement lately was when captain Tetra had been taken by that giant monster bird and soon after was the brief arrival of an islander who's sister was kidnapped by mistake.
The newest swabbie on the crew was rather strange though, kinda on the quiet side.
In fact, the only time Niko had heard him speak was when he had to convince the captain to let him sail with them.
He even simply nodded when he was introduced to the rest of the crew.
"Hey, newbie," he said, clapping him on the shoulder. Niko remembered having approached the new recruit with a excited smile.
"Learning the way things work on this ship will be tough, but stick close to me and you'll be alright!"
The newbie had simply nodded in response and followed him down below the deck.
It had honestly astonished Niko how fast the new guy finished the initiation trials. (and on the first go too!)
But Niko wasn't going to question his underling's natural skill. (Which may have been aided by his obviously helpful advice)
Perhaps the newbie isn't one for chitchat.
And perhaps he noticed the newbie looking up at the stars with a (lifeless) distant expression on his face from time to time.
As the days passed with the newbie. Niko couldn't help but acknowledge how strange he was, how he would stare at everyone and not say a single word.
Particularly Captain Tetra.
While normally, Niko understood the desire to stare at the captain, as she was the very example of a capable pirate. Anyone who was confronted with her would be fools to not notice her skill and leadership.
But the newbie didn't stare at her like that. Didn't look amazed or in awe. Instead, his expression was...one of detachment, as if he wasn't actually seeing her at all. As if he could look past her, looking at someone else entirely.
It was unnerving, (and Niko sometimes wondered if there was something wrong with him.)
Despite the mystery surrounding him, Niko couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the new recruit. He was setting sail for his sister's sake.
Even Niko couldn't deny that going so far for someone needed a certain level of inner strength and determination that Niko could only dream of having. (So it was such a confidence booster when the newbie listened to his orders without a single complaint.)
Niko tried to talk to him when they weren't on duty, but he would always brush him off with a shrug, or stared at him until Niko made a quick retreat.
Sometimes, Niko couldn't help but wonder what the newbie was thinking about, but before he make anything out of his curiosity, the newbie left as quickly as he came. (though he did manage to make a spectacular view as he was shot from the catapult)
And for Niko, that was that. He was back to being the lowest member of the crew, barely having enjoyed ordering the underling around.
It was back to mopping the deck, cleaning the dishes, and doing that HORRIBLE laundry.
He eventually pushed the former newbie from his mind the days passed like nothing new ever happened.
Recently though, the captain had been on the trail of some big treasure and had decided to stop at Windfall island to 'procure' some bombs. And of course, Niko was tasked to watch over the ship as the crew made their way to the bomb shop.
Niko couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. There was something about that night that didn't feel right. (If there's one thing he's confident about is his ability to keep track of time, and it should have been daylight already.)
But before he could voice his concerns, the crew had already made their way off the ship. He busied himself with some below deck cleaning. Nothing better to do at a peaceful island.
It was when he was sweeping around the boxes that a loud crash was heard from above, followed by the sound of something moving.
As he looked up towards the ceiling he could hear the door leading to inside the ship swing close, which meant whatever came onto the ship was now below the deck.
..And it was his duty to guard the ship while everyone was gone.
...
After a moment's hesitation, Niko made his way up towards the door way to the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest.
...Not that Niko was scared or anything. He was a pirate after all.
He has sailed along with his crew through many storms! (Even if all he did was hide below deck.)
Along with facing down the most fearsome of sea beasts! (Even if all he did was hide below deck.)
Niko could feel a chill in the air. The ship eerily silent despite the occasional creaking. He tried to peek around the corner, trying to catch if anything else was there or a glimpse of whatever had made that noise.
But there there wasn't a good angle that didn't expose him, just the empty space even as he heard slow footsteps making their way to the stairs.
He cautiously pressed himself against one wall, his hands shaking. The footsteps got closer, and as Niko was about to reach for his dagger, he saw a figure emerge from the shadows.
It was the new recruit.
Niko hadn't expected him to have survived, given what he had heard about the giant bird. The newbie looked around, clearly searching for something, before his gaze landed on Niko.
Niko straightened up, his hands moving to hide behind his back, even though technically he wasn't the one who should have been nervous. "N-Newbie! Wha-what are you doing here?" He stuttered, smiling weakly as if he hadn't been in hiding.
"I-I mean, you're alive! My swabbie Link is alive! The others said you got done in by that bird monster at the fortress, so I had assumed..." He grew quiet before shaking his head and smiling at the newbie.
"Never mind what I thought! You're alive!" He laughed, the tension quickly dissipating as he realized he was just being silly. "What are you doing here? I thought you were dead!"
The newbie, Link, looked at him with that blank expression he seemed to always have, his eyes hiding everything yet nothing at all.
"...I was looking for you," he answered back, the sound of his actual voice making Niko jump in surprise, not having expected a response.
The newbie's voice was scratchy...rough, as if he hadn't had a sip of water in a long time.
Niko couldn't help but feel a sudden sense a unease. "Sure...what do you need?" he asked, his voice betraying his nervousness.
Link cocked his head a bit, his eyes fixed on Niko's. "I need bombs," he said. "I need to locate something."
Niko gulped, "Uh..O-Okay," he said, his voice shaky.
Link nodded and turned towards the rest of the under deck.
"I just...have to do the second rope challenge, and clear the area before the gate to the bombs close, right..?"
Staring at his back, Niko noticed how...thin...his shoulders were.
Actually...now that he focused, the newbie's clothes, they were rather worn out. Torn at the edges, and was that...were those bloodstains on the cuffs of his sleeves..??
Niko flinched when the newbie looked back at him, staring into his eyes before slowly shifting them over to the doorway across the room.
"U-uh..yeah! I bet miss Tetra must've already told you about our latest acquirement huh?" He laughed nervously when he noticed the newbie's eyes narrowing a bit towards the end.
Clearing his throat, Niko quickly focused on the matter at hand.
"So uh! You want the bombs? I guess if you pass the second rope challenge, I can give them to you." Even though he knew he'd get in trouble when the rest of the crew found out, something in the back of his head told him giving the newbie any other answer was a mistake he shouldn't make.
Link nodded, his eyes never leaving Niko's. "Thank you," he said simply before turning back to get into starting position.
As he started to make his way across the hold, Niko couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Something about the newbie just didn't sit right, and Niko couldn't shake the feeling that he was toeing the line with something dangerous.
But he shook the feeling away, telling himself that he was just being paranoid. The newbie was just on the track of finding some treasure, just like any real pirate would.
Yet as he watched the newbie swing across the hold with ease, Niko couldn't help but think that the newbie had done this before.
The closer he swung over, the more Niko grew more and more anxious for some reason.
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the newbie make it to the other side, and Niko tried to smile in support.
"Well done, newbie!" he called, trying not to sound too anxious. "You passed the second rope cha-"
The newbie didn't pause as he walked passed Niko and headed straight for the chest holding the bombs.
"Ah...um, Newbie-" Niko raised a hand, as if to reach out to him, but just as Link finished placing the bombs in his pouch Niko jumped as a familiar voice rang out of nowhere.
"That's mighty courageous of you...trying to steal treasure from pirates."
Niko felt his heart race as his captain spoke to the newbie through the same stone she had, especially when she mentioned stealing. (Miss Tetra hadn't sent him??)
Niko looked towards Link when miss Tetra finished the conversation, hoping that some form of explanation was given.
But the newbie didn't react, just kept his gaze fixed on the chest with the bombs, his hands clenched into tight fists. "Um...so, you have a stone just like the captain huh?" Niko asked, his voice shaking slightly. "You know, you're really lucky... to have her... her attention...uh..."
The newbie didn't respond, his eyes still fixed on the chest.
"I'm just glad..you know...she didn't seem to mind the fact that you were...uh, stealing from her..." Niko rubbed the back of his neck, unsure what to even save right at that moment.
"I mean, I'm sure she wouldn't have tolerated that from anyone else."
The newbie finally turned to look at Niko, his expression unreadable. "Don't worry, Niko," he said, his voice distant. "I'm not stealing anything. I'm just doing what needs to be done."
"What needs to be done huh? Boy, you must really want to rescue you sister." Niko said.
The newbie shook his head, his eyes intense and focused. "I'm not here to rescue my sister." He paused and shook his head again. "I mean, I am...she's my sister..I love her."
Niko took a step back, feeling a sudden chill run down his spine as the newbie looked at Niko, his expression still unreadable. "But I need to reach...the others," he said simply before turning and walking towards the doorway. "I don't know if they'll be there but...I need to see with my own eyes what's true, to see if She's waiting for me at the end."
Niko stood there, feeling a mix of confusion and fear as he watched the newbie leave. Something about him just made Niko feel uneasy, like he was walking a fine line between danger and insanity. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he contemplated what to do, but before he could speak up, the newbie paused.
"Actually...I'd like to ask you something...Niko," he said, Niko flinching as he heard his name spoken.
It shouldn't have intimidated him as much as it did.
"...O-Okay?" The newbie turned on his heel slowly as he began to speak.
"Imagine you woke up one day...and a flood of memories made their home in your head," The newbie began, his voice low and soft.
"Memories of people and places you didn't know existed. That you shouldn't know existed, shouldn't even find familiar," He exhaled through his nose, "But you do, you do and it all makes so much sense even though you know it shouldn't. All those precious memories, but not knowing whether they are real or not." He paused, his eyes fixed on Niko. "What would you do?"
Niko took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "I...I don't know," he admitted honestly. "I never really thought about something like that before."
The newbie continued to stare, his eyes never leaving Niko's.
"I don't think I can tell what's real in my head anymore," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "And I need to know. I need to know for sure."
Niko nodded slowly, unsure of what to say. "I understand," he said finally. "But...what does asking me do to...help?"
The recruit slowly looked at him, and with the light of the small room, Niko finally got a good look at him for the first time since he was last on the ship.
...and he looked...horrible.
His green clothes looked more worn out than he realized. (And that was definitely blood on his sleeve cuffs.)
He was a bit thinner then he last remembered, skin was so pale, as if he hasn't seen the sun in months, and his hair was almost limp, strands clinging to his face.
His eyes...They didn't focus on Niko...not entirely.
Almost as if the recruit was staring through Niko.
And something told Niko that the last thing he would ever want is his undivided attention.
"...I hate her..." Niko tilted his head in confusion.
"Your captain," he clarified simply, to Niko's shock. "I hate her."
"I-uh-you..." Niko was completely bewildered by the sudden confession. "Why would you say that?"
The recruit shrugged, his eyes blank. "...I can't trust her. I can't trust the witch's vessel. I can't...I can't trust anyone that sides with the vessel..."
He stared off to the side, the corner of his mouth twitching for a moment before looking back.
"If I think about it...l can't even trust you."
Niko took a step back, unsure how to respond. He didn't know what to say to something like that. He could feel the tension in the air, and he knew he wasn't safe.
He wasn't safe at all.
"But..you were nice to Her..." he continued, unconcerned by Niko's state.
"You helped make Her smile."
"Um..." Niko swallowed dryly. "Who-uh w-who are you-"
"She looked so happy when She was up on the crow's nest," he continued, a smile stretching across his face. "The way you helped Her with the rope challenge, the little trinkets you gave Her as a prize."
It was absolutely simple smile, a smile anyone would have as they reminisced about a fond memory.
Just looking at it sent a chill down Niko's spine.
This kid wasn't okay, Niko could clearly see that now.
But he couldn't leave him alone, not knowing what was going on in his head.
(Not knowing if the crew would be in danger if he let the new recruit go now.)
"Look, I know things have been... tough for you lately," Niko started cautiously. "But you have no reason to distrust anyone. At least not us, right?"
The recruit shook his head, his smile quickly fading. "No, wrong," he said firmly. "You and I are not on the same side. You follow the vessel, and I have no interest in being loyal to her."
Niko could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at the recruit, a sense of unease growing inside him. He knew this wasn't the safest situation, but he couldn't just leave the recruit alone. "Listen, I-I know you don't trust me," he began, his voice gentle. "And I don't know what...vessel you're talking about, but I'm here for you, okay? We're crew mates after all."
The recruit stared at him for a moment, his eyes unreadable. "You don't know what I need," he said finally. "You don't know anything."
He stood back and started to walk away, but Niko grabbed his arm, stopping him.
"Tell me about those memories." He blurted out as the recruits eyes returned to him.
"What do you mean?" the recruit asked, his voice emotionless.
"You said you couldn't tell what's real anymore. What memories are making you think like that?"
The recruit paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing, Niko thought his question didn't work when he began to speak.
"The memories..." he started slowly, his voice distant. "They're...mine...I think? They feel mine. But...I don't know. It shouldn't make sense, I never even met any of them...or will I? I-"
He pressed his hand against his head, "I can't accept anything yet," he repeated, his voice frustrated. "Not until I know for certain."
Niko let go of his arm, feeling a sense of helplessness. He didn't know what to do or say to help this recruit. He felt like he was out of his depth.
"But..what makes you think the memories are fake?" Niko asks him.
"...What makes you think they are real?" He asked Niko in return.
Niko frowned, unsure how to answer. He had never been faced with something like this before. "I just...I don't know what to think," he admitted honestly. "It all feels so confusing."
"..I suppose.." The newbie said, his tone changing oddly. Niko swallowed, could feel the blood drain from his face as he saw the recruit's eyes turn into pure ice. It was the chilling to even look at it.
Like a raging sea storm that had frozen under a wall of solid ice.
"T-T-The memories, how clear are they?" Niko continued to talk, hoping that if he kept the conversation going, he'd find something that could help him get out of this encounter intact.
"Clear enough to hate your captain." Came the blunt answer.
"O-oh..." Niko really didn't know what he was doing. "O-Ok, um-"
"Do you know how much I want to hurt her?" The newb-Link said, Niko could see how tightly he was clenching his fists.
Niko took a step back, his heart racing. "I-I don't," he said, his voice shaking. "I really don't."
"I thought I knew hatred...when I first laid eyes on my sister's kidnapper." Link continued, his voice low and dangerous. "But this is different. It's like...a thousand knives twisting in my chest, and I can't make it stop."
Niko felt a chill run down his spine.
"I want to squeeze her neck until her face is completely blue." He kept going, taking a step forward.
"Uh, I-I don't-"
"I want to bash her face against the ship's handrail until she bleeds." Link went on, his eyes glowing with anger. "I want to crush her head under my boot until her skull cracks and she stops breathing."
Niko could feel himself starting to panic. He knew that he needed to defuse this situation, but didn't know how. "I-I-" he started to say, but Link cut him off.
"I want to tear her heart out with my own hands." He said, his eyes murderously cold, his voice heated with hatred. "I want to break every bone in her body until she is nothing but a pile of twitching meat and broken pieces."
Niko was horrified by Link's words.
"Link, please, c-calm down," he said, his voice shaky. "We can talk about this. You don't have to do anything rash-"
But Link wasn't listening. He let out a guttural scream, his entire body shaking with rage. "I want to kill her!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the empty ship. "I want to hurt her so much! So much that she can't even dream of living after what I've done!"
Niko could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, and he took several steps backwards, feeling utterly helpless. He had never seen anyone like this before, and he didn't know what to do. "Link, please." Niko watched as Link breathed, his chest heaving. "Please, j-just calm down. We can talk about this, you don't h-have to do anything rash!"
But Link didn't listen. Instead, he charged towards Niko, his fists clenched. "That damn witch had something do with this!" he shouted, his voice filled with anger and pain. "I know it. I shouldn't be here! I shouldn't be here without any of them! Without Her!!"
Niko tried to grab Link's arm again, a bad choice that resulted in him immediately lashing out, catching Niko off guard and sending him crashing into the wall. The recruit's fist connected with Niko's jaw, and Niko tasted blood as his teeth bit into his tongue.
Before Niko could gather his wits, he felt hands grasp the collar of his shirt and hold him up against the wall. Blinking away the stars from his eyes, he looked at Link.
And Niko took back what he had previously thought earlier about the newbie's first expression.
The expression Niko currently saw was by far the coldest he had ever seen.
Anger so cold, it was burning.
Link's eyes were empty, like a distant ocean. His lips were pursed in a tight line, his knuckles white as he gripped Niko's shirt. "Did she plan for you to ask me these questions?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Did she order you to keep tabs on me?"
Niko rapidly shook his head, feeling fear crawling up his spine, was the newbie losing it? Did he think Niko-
"N-no," he stammered. "I'm just.. a c-crew member..a swabbie! I don't know anything about-"
Link cut him off, his voice a cold whisper. "Don't lie to me Niko."
"I'm not!" He cried out, tears building up in his eyes.
"I-I just clean and do the chores! Please don't hurt me!"
Link stared at him for a moment, before letting go of Niko's shirt and stepping away. "...sorry," he said, didn't sound very sorry. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
Niko felt relieved, even though he wanted to curl up and cry, but knew that the danger wasn't over yet. The newbie was still clearly not alright, and he could snap again at any moment. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "It's...okay," he said, his voice still shaky.
"I just hate your captain so much..." Link muttered, his eyes fixed on nothing in particular. "She was so disrespectful to (y/n), and I could barely stand to look at her after that."
...(y/n)? Is that the one he speaks about? Niko never met someone with that name.
And miss Tetra never interacted with someone with that name either.
As Niko tries to make sense of Link's words, the young hero continued to mutter, uncaring if Niko was even paying attention. "She never appreciated Her kindness. Always complaining about Her presence, unworthy witch's vessel. Unworthy of being near such warmth. I need to rid of her, got to make sure everything is perfect."
"But miss Tetra never did anything!" Niko exclaimed. "She was always kind to everyone, even to the most lowly crew members like me!"
Link turned to face Niko, his eyes still distant and cold. "You don't understand," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "The only thing that matters is making sure (y/n) is safe. I can't let anyone or anything get in my way."
Niko watched Link carefully, unsure of what to say. He had never seen anyone so unsettling in his whole life.
"T-This girl...(y/n).." Niko flinched when the newbie returned his focus back at him again.
"S-she...ah..you say she's in those...memories?"
"Yes." Was his answer. "She's there, in all of them. I need to find a way to get back to her." Link said, a hint of desperation leaking into his voice.
"She's in the memories...that you don't know are real-ugk!" Niko felt Link's hand wrap around his neck, squeezing tightly.
"Don't talk about her like that!" Link growled, his eyes burning with anger. "You don't know anything, nothing! so you have no right to talk about her like that!"
Niko struggled to breathe, feeling the grip on his neck tighten even more. "P-please," he pleaded, his voice weak. "I didn't mean anything by it. I just..I just..!"
Link let go of Niko's neck, but his eyes were still filled with rage. "She's real," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "She means more to me than anything in the world. I can't lose her, she's real!"
Niko watched as Link began to pace back and forth, muttering to himself.
"It's real. It's real. They're real. She's real. She's waiting for me. I'm making Her wait. She's there. She has to be there."
Niko was nervous, very nervous.
No, he was utterly terrified. He didn't know what to do, what to say.
As Niko watches Link pace back and forth, his mind is racing.
He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his frayed nerves. "Link," he says softly, trying to draw his attention. "Link, please calm down. You're not making any sense."
Link continued to pace, continued to mutter, more frantic, more desperate.
"She's real. (y/n) is real. They are all real. I can't lose Her. Lose them." His voice was cracking, his face looking less cold and more upset.
"But I don't know. There's not enough evidence! How can I know for sure? Do I wait? Finish this whole thing? See if the end is the same as I recall? Will she be there? Will I see any of them? How will I-"
Niko watched as Link's voice trailed off, his mind lost in thought. He had never seen the young hero so lost and confused before, and it made him feel uneasy.
Link looked at Niko, his eyes hollow and distant. "I can't lose her," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I can't lose any of them."
"You..." Niko took a moment to think about his words before continuing.
"You're scared she isn't real, that the...memories of her aren't real...right?" He swallowed as Link returned to silently staring at him.
"B-But..the reason you..h-hate..miss Tetra...is because of those memories too...right?"
The recruit was still frowning, and still staring at him, but didn't react negatively.
"I..I mean, I don't really...know this type of stuff, so there always a chance, no matter how small that-" when he noticed Link's frown deepen further, he switched tactics.
"L-Look"I-I mean..I don't understand what you're talking about-"
"You really don't." The recruit suddenly interjected.
'-...But if it WAS real..would..wouldn't you not need to... hate miss Tetra?'
Wind simply looked at Niko.
'...W-Well, no matter WHAT memories you have, y-your body reacts to..things you actually experienced. I-I heard once that every time you experience something, it leaves a mark in your brain and-"
"Get to the point." Niko nodded rapidly.
Right. Sure. To the point.
"The point is that...maybe the memories you have of (y/n) are real. Because...the anger you have for...miss Tetra is real too."
Link blinked slowly, head tilted to the side.
"You remember dates and names right? Locations..faces..and the voices attached to those faces right?" Niko asked, trying to keep his voice steady. "So maybe the memories you have are real too. And if they are, that means (y/n) is real too."
Wind remained silent, his eyes fixed on Niko. The silence stretched on for a several moments, Niko shifting where he stood, his heart pounding harder then it ever had before. Finally, Link spoke, his voice quiet and low. "Maybe...maybe you're right," he said, his eyes still on Niko. "The memories..they are real.."
Niko nodded rapidly in agreement, even if he didn't understand anything that was currently happening. "Yes, yes. I'm sure of it! And if they are real, that means (y/n) is real too. She must be out there, waiting for you to find her!"
Niko watched as Link nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on some distant point.
And slowly, Niko watched as his face shifted from it's despondent expression and blossomed with a animated liveliness he had never seen on his face before.
He truly appeared like a completely different person.
"Thank you Niko," Link said, his voice warm and sincere despite the roughness it held, the difference in his tone was genuinely like night and day. "You've given me a lot to think about."
As he turned to leave, Niko called out to him, his voice hesitant.
"Newbi-Link...are you...(Sane? Stable? Capable in not killing someone?)...okay?" Link paused for a moment, then turned to face Niko, his eyes glinting with...something that hadn't been there before.
"I'm fine, Niko." He smiled, it was..strange..so very alien on a face he never saw smile before. "and I'll be more than fine when it's all over."
And with a pat on Niko's trembling shoulder, he disappeared through the doorway, leaving Niko to watch him make his way out of the hold and disappear up the stairs.
After he could no longer hear footsteps from above, Niko collapsed. his whole body trembling from the whole ordeal he just experienced.
He was unsure of why exactly, but he felt this intensity within him, as if he had prevented something catastrophic that wouldn't have ended well.
Not for Niko. Nor the crew.
And definitely not for miss Tetra.
Niko had prevented something that none of them would have been able to recover from.
(And no one will ever believe him.)
His trembling breath quickened as his eyes grew blurry with more tears.
He had survived something dangerous.
That...thing...wasn't normal. Not human. There was no way that thing was a kid, no way he could be human.
Not with those eyes...those unsettling eyes.
(...no one would believe Niko.)
He didn't even believe himself, and he was the one who endured it.
He survived a demon.
He survived a monster that not even the whole crew assembled would have been capable of defeating.
(No one would believe him.)
No one would believe that the new recruit wanted miss Tetra dead.
Because of memories even he didn't know if they were real.
(No one would believe Niko.)
No one.
Absolutely no one.
As his thoughts spiraled out of control, Niko buried his head in his knees, trying to stifle the sobs that tried to escape his mouth and failing.
It was too much for him to take in.
It was all too much.
The bottom rung of the ladder may have been a position Niko did not enjoy, but he’d take it happily, stay beneath the ship and do all the chores necessary.
He'd do it with glee if it meant the unsettling recruit stayed far far away from him.
Stayed far away and found no reason to see Niko as a target.
Yes, the bottom rung was a good place to be if it meant staying away from monsters like that.
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"What happened to make you take so long Link? I could not see through the charm."
"I got the bombs, dunno why the charm didn't work." The young sailor shrugged at the King of Red Lions. "Tetra could reach me just fine."
"Ah, I see." The King of Red Lions nodded, his expression unreadable.
"Well, I'm relieved we were able to obtain the bombs without too much trouble. We need them if we're going to speak to Jabun."
"Yes, I'm aware." The young hero replied as he climbed into the sailboat.
As Link settles into the boat, the King of Red Lions turns his head to him.
"Are you alright, my boy? You seem a bit distracted." Link nods, "It's nothing, I'm fine."
The King of Red Lions studied Link for a moment, seeming not satisfied with the answer. "You've had a experience, I can tell. and I can not ignore how you've lately been eating and sleeping less. Whatever it is, it's clearly left you shaken."
Link averted his eyes, not wanting to speak about his experience, not to him at the very least. "It's fine, really. I just need some time to myself."
The King of Red Lions nodded, understanding. "Take all the time you need, my boy. But know that I am always here for you if you need to speak." The young hero didn't say anything, merely nodding at his words.
With that, the King of Red Lions looked forward as Link guided the boat away from Windfall to Outset island.
Leaving the young sailor to his thoughts. Still so far away from the end of this journey. And then there's the other one...
After that...Wind would be met with the portal that would lead him to the good captain's battlefield.
If the captain didn't remember him...didn't remember (y/n)...
...
Wind shivered, pushing away the horrible thought. He took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand.
As he navigated the boat through the ocean waters, Wind reflected on all that had happened to him so far. Waking back up on Outset Island, watching his sister being stolen away by the Helmaroc King, the unexpected reunion with Tetra, and the possible knowledge that his beloved (y/n) might not be real.
He still didn't know how to process it all, but he knew that he needed to keep going.
He had to believe that there was still hope at the end of this.
Finishing this journey is step one.
Step two is regaining his phantom sword. Which involves dealing with saving Tetra from being turned to stone. An unpleasant fact he had to face but he'll deal with it.
Step three, be patient and wait for the portal to the captain's era to appear.
He didn't want to wait, wanted all of this over with so he could stop being left in suspense and know for certain that the memories in his heart were real.
They had to be real.
She had to be real.
And Niko...goofy, silly, cowardly Niko.
Wind hadn't expected listening to the scared little pirate to be so helpful, Wind had spoken to him on a sheer whim.
But the cowardly pirate was right, if his hatred towards Tetra was real, then (y/n) was real as well.
It was such a simple thing, almost flimsy in it's simplicity.
Yet it was enough.
It was enough to keep the Hero of Winds going just a bit longer. if he stopped now, all hope of ever seeing (y/n) again would be lost.
He needed to find the determination to continue, no matter how hard it was.
And he knew that he would.
The Spirit of Courage he and his fellow heroes held would not allow him to falter.
The wind picked up, blowing through the sails of the King of Red Lions, sending Link towards his home island.
The future was as certain as it was uncertain, but he knew that as long as he kept moving forward, he would find what he was looking for.
And he knew that he would find it.
Because the memories in his heart were too real to be fake.
(y/n)...
Sweet, beautiful, perfect, wonderful (y/n). Wind's mind drifted back to memories of her, her smile and her warmth. He remembered the simple moment when he was holding her hand as they walked along the beach, sharing a quiet moment.
He remembered the feel of her lips on his cheek as She cheered for his win during a sparring session. And he remembered her laughter, bright and free, echoing across the camp.
(y/n)...
How he desperately missed her.
Yet instead of being by her side alongside his fellow heroes, here he was...
Here he was. Nobody. Nothing.
Not a form of proof of his trials and suffering that he knows happened. Of the joys of being in Her presence.
Just memories that even he still had doubts about.
But that would change soon wouldn't it?
Soon he would kill Ganon and be in his way to the World of the Ocean King.
And soon after...the War of Eras.
Just a bit more.
Soon...he'll have an answer.
Just...Just a little bit longer...
But it's hard...
It's so hard when when he had to deal with a bossy girl who didn't learn act nice to him until she properly awakened as Zelda. Then, it was as if she wanted him near her all the time.
And back then he, blinded by his own naïveté, had let his delusions of friendship convince him to like someone like her.
Tetra...(blood inheritor/Witch's vessel/worthless/unwanted necessity) was a very smart girl, loath as he was to admit it. A keen eye and she'd figure something was happening if he doesn't play nice and amuse her.
And the King...he would be with Wind for as long as this journey took. There was no doubt he was already looked at with suspicion.
So, loathed as he was to accept, he had to behave. He had to play along. He had to keep stay brave and strong and confident, even when he felt anything but.
As the ship sailed towards the next destination, Wind relaxed against the boat, watching the dark waves crash against the side. The ocean breeze blew through his hair, and he felt a sense a calmness that he had not felt since waking up as he sailed the darkened sea.
He would find the proof that She was real. He would see (y/n) and make up for his failures.
And he would make sure that his mistakes would never happen again.
He'll be reunited with Her and his trusted sword brothers, he'll be away from the Witch's blood heir and he'll be happy. Besides, the guys would be upset if he gave in and killed his Zelda.
(And if they remembered, he had no doubt that they were in the same boat as him.)
And (y/n)...
While there wasn't anything truly worse than losing (y/n).
Disappointing Her was always high on the list.
Wind had promised Her to take Her across the Great Sea. To show Her New Hyrule and teach Her the beauty of sailing.
He needed to keep his promise.
He had to be responsible, had to show he had good self control.
He was going to do this. He had to.
'I'll be good, so don't be mad.' Wind whispered nearly silently, the sound of the waves covering what noise he made.
'I'll be good...' he whispered, wiping the tears that had built up in his eyes on his dirty sleeve. 'So please be real.'
Sweet (y/n) Kind and trusting (y/n). She made the weight of responsibility feel like nothing when he was around Her.
Sweet, kind (y/n), who was always ready with open arms when one of them needed it.
She was what he always imagined a true Angel could be.
He had to keep going. He had to see the end of this.
It's not like Tetra wouldn't be easy to kill when this was all over if she tried to push him.
He could behave.
He would behave.
(y/n) deserved nothing less then a Sword that not just protected her, but made her smile.
He just has to keep going.
"A bit more now." He whispered to the ocean breeze which stole away his words and vanishing them into the darkened sea.
"Not much longer."
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Office Hours : Aizawa x Fem!Reader (Smut)
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Third POV
You were new to UA. Not really a teacher but certainly not a student. You were interning while working on your teaching license. You mostly observed classes, teaching the occasional lesson in general studies and such. Recently though, you started hanging around the hero courses. Your curiosity was what drew you in initially. Though not the path you would have chosen, you admired heroes and those who strived to become them, so you found a lot about how they trained and studied interesting. What kept you around though was one of the teachers. Shota Aizawa, otherwise known as Eraserhead. You had noticed how tired he seemed. It was understandable. Being a pro hero and a teacher must be a lot. So you offered to help out with grading papers. It wasn't much but it was one less thing for him to worry about. He had accepted your offer, and since then you ended up grading most of 1A's work. It wasn't too bad though. With them being in the hero course a lot of what they studied was more hands-on than on paper, so you didn't have to stress about having massive amounts to grade.
School had ended about an hour ago and most of the students had made their way to their dorms or were milling around outside. You walked down the empty hallway, flipping through the pages of the papers you had graded for Aizawa. It was some strategy quiz. A lot of it you didn't understand. You had simply followed the grading sheet, and most of them had done fairly well. You used your side to push the door to his office, going and setting the stack of tests on his desk.
"Here are the quizzes from Tuesday."
He didn't look up from his computer as he responded.
"Thanks. They had an essay on the proper way to respond during a crisis due today. It's there on the left."
He vaguely gestured to the stack of papers to his right (your left). You decided to lean on the desk a bit.
"What are you up to?"
"I'm working."
He glanced up at you for a split second before continuing to type on his computer.
"Working on what?"
"Emails."
He responded again flatly. You hummed, looking over at the papers he had gestured to. You picked up the first one, flipping through it.
"What am I grading them on in these?"
"Normal essay stuff. Spellings, grammar. The subject should be reasonable ways to respond in crisis situations."
You hummed a little. That didn't seem too bad.
"Is that it?"
"Yes."
You looked over at him. He looked just as tired as always. You kinda felt bad for him. All the stress without properly resting couldn't be healthy.
"You should take a break."
He looked up at you now, a brow raised. Then he shook his head and went back to his computer.
"I don't have time for a break."
"Come on. I'm sure you have time for just an hour of not working."
"I don't."
"...Half an hour?"
He sighed, looking up at you. Assuming you wouldn't leave him alone until he abided, he leaned back in his seat, arms lazily resting on the arms of the chair.
"And what do you suggest I do for half an hour?"
You thought for a moment.
"Have you had dinner yet?"
He looked at you curiously now.
"No. I haven't."
You smiled a bit.
"Why don't we go get dinner then?"
You suggested. He took a moment before a slight cocky, sarcastic smile/smirk came onto his face.
"Really?"
It was only a one word response, but you immediately felt that single word shoot straight through your chest. Your face grew a bit warmer. You hadn't intended for your suggestion to be taken as anything but friendly, but you'd also be lying if you said the tired hero teacher wasn't attractive in his own right. Especially with how he was looking at you right now. Tired, yet amused, and as if he could see right through you. It made you feel vulnerable. When you took too long to say anything in response, he shook his head, still wearing that cocky, tired, amused smirk. He stood up, patting your head as he walked past.
"Yeah. Let's go."
You came out of your thoughts, quickly turning to follow him. By the time you caught up with him, his expression had fallen back to its resting tired look. Before you could say anything, he asked without looking at you.
"Did you have any place in mind?"
"Ah, well there are a few different places not too far from here. Depends what we're in the mood for I guess."
He walked quietly for a moment, thinking, you assumed. Before too long, as you were exiting the building, he spoke up.
"If you're not picky, I know a place."
"Oh, Alright."
You weren't necessarily surprised but you didn't really expect him to just pick a place. He started walking in a direction. You followed him. You didn't know how to really make casual conversation with him, so you walked quietly for a while. Eventually, you thought of something to say.
"..What made you want to teach on top of being a hero?"
He glanced at you before sighing and continuing to look ahead.
"Someone's got to make sure there are competent heroes when we're done."
"Isn't it exhausting doing both?"
"Very."
"Is it worth it?"
He thought for a moment.
"Yeah. It's worth it."
You hummed softly. Before you could dwell on this long enough to think of more questions, you arrived at a restaurant, though it looked mostly like a dive bar. He walked in, and you followed after him.
"I'm guessing you come here often?"
He shrugged a bit as the two of you went to a small table in the corner.
"You could say that."
You could see it in all honesty. The place was small and uncrowded. Frankly, you wouldn't have noticed it was here if he hadn't led you. It was pretty well hidden. The warm lighting mixed with the dark wood tones of the floor, walls, and tables made the entire room feel dim. The walls were covered with retro-esc style decor; old band T-shirts signed by musicians, vinyl records, and older framed photos of bands playing in the bar among other things. You were definitely on the younger end of the people here, most of them appearing to be in their mid-40s or older, and they all were fairly quiet. The only really notable sound was that of the faint music coming from a jukebox, which stuck out with its now dull red color that you could guess had seen better days. It really did seem like a place you'd see Aizawa in his free time. You, however, couldn't help but feel a little out of place.
"It's quiet in here."
You noted simply. He glanced at a clock on the wall.
"Give it an hour. By the time it hits 8, it won't be."
You hummed a little, also looking up at the clock.
"The clock says it's 4."
"It's a couple of hours behind."
"Or a couple of hours ahead."
"Maybe."
Before much longer an older woman approached the table. She looked to be around her mid-40s. She had reddish hair, tied back in what was probably a bun in the morning, but was now falling out in every direction. She was wearing an old band T-shirt with a bunch of tour dates and cities listed down the front, none of them being in Japan, as well as an apron that was probably white at some point but was now a faded tan-brownish sorta color. She smelled faintly of cigarette smoke and wore a bright red lipstick. She smiled at seeing the two of you. The kind of smile an old friend gives right before insulting you in the most well meaning way possible.
"Well. I'd ask if it's gonna be the usual, but it looks like you're trying something new for once."
She had a gravelly sort of voice, though it wasn't necessarily unpleasant, just a bit deeper and raspy. He rolled his eyes. You blushed a bit, picking up on her meaning.
"This is a colleague from work."
You gave a small wave. She hummed, seemingly not believing him.
"Yeah, yeah."
She looked to you now.
"What can I get you, sweetheart?"
You now realized you hadn't so much as looked at the menu. Before you went into a full-on mini panic, Aizawa spoke, taking the attention off you.
"Just do two of what I usually get."
The woman chuckled.
"Alright. It'll be out soon."
With that, she walked off. You looked to Shota. You were both grateful and a little flustered that he ordered for you. You couldn't tell if he had done so to be nice, or if he just didn't want to watch you scramble to make a decision.
"You must come here quite a bit, considering the waitress knows you."
He shrugged a bit.
"I guess. Though, she knows nearly everyone by name and their order. Something about her quirk."
"A memory quirk then?"
"Maybe. I never asked for details about it. She just says she never forgets a face or an order. Your guess is as good as mine."
You hummed, thinking. You wanted to talk about something, anything really, but you found yourself at a loss for topics. He intimidated all your small talk out of you. He looked back at you curiously. You hadn't even realized you were staring.
"You don't get out much, do you?"
You looked at him, a little surprised he was the one making conversation.
"What makes you say that?"
You furrowed your brow at him. He shrugged a bit, leaning back comfortably in his seat, making it creak ever so slightly.
"You seem uncomfortable."
He noted. He wasn't wrong. You wouldn't really say uncomfortable though. Maybe just out of your element.
"I've just never been here before, that's all."
He raised a brow. You fidgeted with your fingers. He cocked his head to the side ever so slightly.
"Do I make you nervous, Y/n?
Those words felt like they shot through your chest. Your cheeks felt warmer. You took a moment to try and think of something to say to brush this aside, but before you could defend yourself, the waitress from before was setting two drinks at the table. Thankfully, she temporarily took the attention off of you as Aizawa looked up at her.
"Thanks."
"No problem. Just these drinks or are we feeling adventurous tonight?"
The woman smiled wryly. Aizawa looked at you.
"Do you drink?"
You didn't drink much. You would socially but it felt sad to drink on your own. You responded honestly.
"Occasionally."
He looked back at the waitress. Then he sighed.
"Sure. Why not. It's been a rough week."
She snorted a laugh.
"Alrighty then."
She scribbled something in her little notepad and walked off.
A few hours went by. As Shota had said, after a little while the bar did become more lively as more of its typical patrons got out of work. Men sat at the bar, laughing as they talked about work and life, and groups of friends poked fun at one another at their tables. A drunk man, presumably pressured by his friends, was up on the bar's small stage, poorly doing karaoke. The environment being a little more crowded made you feel less out of place. So had a few drinks.
You smiled brightly as Shota chuckled at your awful joke. Turns out that after a few drinks, he relaxes a little. He wasn't drunk. Maybe tipsy. You however were a little worse for wear. Not drunk enough to feel like you would make any big mistakes, but closer to it than he was by any means. He shook his head.
"That was terrible."
"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you do better, Mr. Grumpy Pants."
"I'm not grumpy."
"You are! You have resting grump face."
He chuckled.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah."
He shook his head, still smiling a bit.
"You're drunk."
"Am not! I'm perfectly fine."
He gave you a very "I don't believe you" expression.
"I don't believe that at all."
You looked back at him, offended.
"We've had the same amount to drink. That'd mean you're drunk too."
"Or maybe you're just a lightweight."
You glared at him.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Challenge accepted."
"What?"
You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms with a cocky smirk on your face.
"I bet I can out drink you."
"That is a terrible idea."
He grinned.
"You're just scared you'll lose."
"I'm warning you now. This isn't a good idea."
"Scaredy cat."
He sighed. Then he smirked confidently.
"If you insist. I guess some people need to learn the hard way."
You rolled your eyes, giggling. You were still certainly positive you'd win. Even if not, there's no way you'd pass your limit. He couldn't be that much better at holding his alcohol than you. Right?
That conversation was the last thing you remembered that night.
You woke up, not feeling the best. Your head was pounding and your stomach felt like it was tied in a knot. You went to sit up but you found that you couldn't. For a moment you just assumed your body was too heavy to move, seeing as you already felt hungover as hell. Then you started to realize things that made another option appear much more likely. You didn't recognize the room you were in or the bed. You weren't wearing the clothes you remember leaving in. In fact, you were pretty sure these clothes weren't yours at all. They fit differently. There was someone there, holding you. You were being held as the little spoon so you couldn't really see who it was. For half a second, you started to panic. Did you go home with some stranger last night? Then, a familiar sleepy voice made a quiet noise as he readjusted, holding you closer. You blushed.
"...Shota?"
Another sleepy noise, this time his hold on you loosened. You took advantage of that, shifting to turn around. You didn't properly assess the distance between you both because as you faced him, you were practically touching noses. Your face was a dark red hue. His eyes half opened for a moment. You pulled away from him some so that you weren't less than an inch from his face. He let go of you fully now, but only because he was rubbing his eyes.
"Good to know you didn't drink yourself into a coma."
He said a bit flatly, in a lower register than his normal voice due to him having just woken up. Your heart skipped at hearing him like that. You had a million questions. How much did you drink? Why were you here? Did you two do anything? Where were your clothes from yesterday? You decided to start with a simple question.
"What happened last night?"
He sat up, stretching a little. It came to your attention now that he was shirtless. And wow did his normal clothes do absolutely nothing for his figure. He was much nicer looking than you ever would have guessed. You sat up as well.
"How're you feeling?"
He asked, appearing to be avoiding the question. You rubbed your eyes a little as you assessed your own body.
"Hungover."
You said truthfully. He hummed slightly in acknowledgment.
"To be expected. You were past your limit last night. I'll be right back. Stay here."
You watched him walk out, leaving you alone in what you could only assume was his bedroom. It was comfortably dark due to the black curtains, so you had no clue what time it could be. There wasn't much going on as far as miscellaneous objects in the room. Just the standard bedroom necessities. Even so, the room was nice. It had the distinct smell of his cologne or whatever it was that he wore. You looked down at the clothes you were wearing. You assumed again that they were his, though the pink sweatpants made you curious. Before too long he came back into the room with a bottle of water and a small container of painkillers.
"For the hangover."
He put it simply. You nodded, taking them.
"Thanks... are you going to answer my question though?"
"You want to know what happened last night."
"Yeah." You thought back. "I don't remember anything after..."
"After you bet you could outdrink me?
You blush just a little thinking about it. Looking back, it was certainly not your brightest moment. You could only hope you didn't make a complete fool of yourself. He sat on the edge of the bed.
"I'll be honest with you, it's a little fuzzy near the end for me. But after you insisted you would be able to out-drink me, we had about two more rounds before I cut you off because I didn't want you getting alcohol poisoning. You, of course, insisted you were fine, but considering you could barely stand up on your own I didn't really believe you."
You already started to feel embarrassed. You could only hope you didn't cause him any trouble. He continued.
"Once you were cut off I figured it was late and I would try to get you home, but you weren't in a state to tell me your address. So I brought you back here."
It was his turn to blush, though on his face it was very subtle. You still noticed it though, and you hoped this wasn't implying things would get worse.
"I offered to let you sleep in the bed and let me take the couch, but you were very insistent that I stayed with you. You passed out pretty quickly after that."
You were both humiliated yet relieved. Sure, you made an awkward situation for yourself to wake up to, but at least you didn't try anything you'd both regret. Then you had a thought.
"Where are my clothes?"
"Oh. Yeah, you spilled your last drink entirely down your front so when we got here I let you borrow those. They're in the dryer right now. It'll probably be a while."
"...Thank you."
It was really sweet he went through so much trouble for you. You just wish you had a way to repay him. He nodded in acknowledgment.
"What time is it?"
You asked, just generally curious. He checked his alarm clock on the nightstand.
"A little after noon."
You felt a little bad sleeping half the day away, but at least he had also been asleep so it wasn't just you. He sighed, leaning back and running his hand through his hair. You stared. How could you not? He was absolutely stunning. Your mind wandered. You were grateful he didn't take advantage of your drunken state. You were in bed with him. It wouldn't have been hard. But he was better than that, even drunk himself. You weren't just glad that it proved you could trust him, but at the same time if you ever were to sleep with him like that you'd want to remember every single detail. The ways his hands would feel on your skin, his lips against yours, the way his voice would sound as he pressed you into the bed.
"Ahem."
He was looking at you. You hadn't noticed you'd been caught staring. You blushed hard, eyes wide, trying to quickly stammer out an apology or an excuse, but he stopped you.
"Look. Let's just skip all this awkwardness and get to the point. You're not the best at being subtle."
Firstly, ouch your pride. But second of all, you hadn't thought you were that obvious about your little crush. He continued before you could retort.
"We can either do this the hard way where you keep trying to defend yourself and denying that I'm right, or we can do this the easy way where I order us takeout and use the next half hour to do whatever it is you were just very obviously thinking about."
You sat stunned for a moment. He read you like an open book and you had no idea how he did it. After you took a minute to process what just happened, you pursed your lips, fidgeting a bit.
"Takeout sounds nice."
Smooth as always. He smirked a bit, but turned to his phone, presumably to order food. You sat there a bit awkwardly. You didn't know what you were expecting next, but the anticipation was killing you. After a moment he set his phone down. Your heart was pounding. He looked back at you, though you couldn't read his expression. He was looking you over, analyzing you. Part of you loathed how vulnerable he was making you feel. He moved towards you.
"Alright. We get 30 minutes. Are you ready?"
He spoke in such a casual tone it almost made you forget what his intentions were (or at least what you thought they were). Even so, you nodded. He positioned himself above you, making you lay back down. He smirked the slightest bit. You looked up at him almost in awe. He was so handsome. And he had you pinned to his bed. It didn't feel real. He leaned down, presumably to kiss you. You closed your eyes as you felt him get closer. You could feel his breath on your lips. But he stopped short. You looked up at him, flustered. He smirked a bit more, bringing a hand to brush the hair away from your face before finally kissing you. You practically melted.
The hand he wasn't using to hold himself up moved down from the side of your face, just lazily feeling down the side of your body. Despite only having 30 minutes, he was in absolutely no rush. Everything about his actions were slow, gentle, yet firm. It felt very loving, romantic almost. You reached up, wrapping your arms around him, one hand tangling itself in his hair. He deepened the kiss, leaving no room for you to control it. Not that you wanted to. He slowly started to slip his free hand under your (well, his) shirt. Not quite going straight to groping your chest, but instead just feeling more of you. Even though you really did enjoy how slow he was taking it, you didn't want to get interrupted by food showing up, so you took matters into your own hands. You let go of him to move your hands up his chest, since he was already shirtless, using this as an opportunity to feel him up. He seemed to catch your drift. He broke the kiss, watching your face for any signs he should stop before he started to pull your shirt off. You happily let him. He kissed down your neck and chest. You covered your mouth so you didn't make any embarrassing noises. He moved his hands to your hips, slowly starting to tug down your pants. You lifted your hips to help him get them off. Once he had you naked, he leaned back to look down at you. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed under his gaze. His expression was hard to read and you worried maybe he wouldn't like what he saw. He took his time, taking in all your details. His voice was just as it always was. Straight forward, but so easy to listen to.
"I have to admit. You look better than I imagined."
You didn't get time to fully think about all the things that he just implied before you were distracted by him pushing his pants off as well. You couldn't help but stare. He was a good size. Not too big as to be scary or uncomfortable, but certainly not small. He smirked as he leaned back over you and started to lazily trail his hand between your legs. You bit your lip a little as he teasingly traced over your more sensitive areas with feather light touches. He wanted to get you ready for him, he didn't want to hurt you. Slowly, a finger found it's way inside, pushing in at a steady pace. You let a small content sigh at the feeling. He watched your face with a focused yet softened expression, doing his best to be sure he was going at a pace that didn't cause you any discomfort. Soon one finger turned to two, and after a little longer, three. You were breathing heavy now, not a single thought in your head aside from him. You let a soft moan slip out despite your best efforts. He smirked ever so slightly. He pulled his fingers out. Then he seemed to have a thought, his smirk dropping as he thought about something. He moved from over you, prompting you to sit up as well.
"Is something wrong?"
You were confused as to why he pulled away from you, but then it made sense as he pulled a box out of his nightstand.
"No. I'm just surprised I still have these."
He examined it for a moment before pulling out what you knew was a condom. He was definitely thinking more about safety then you were.
"Been a while, Shota?"
You half teased. He looked at you, raising a brow.
"Yeah, and?"
"Should I be expecting you to be a little rusty then, or..?"
You smiled wryly. He chuckled a bit lowly, shaking his head some.
"You really don't know when to stop pushing, do you?"
Your heart skipped a beat and if you could be more turned on, you were now. He climbed back on top off you, pushing you into the bed. He spoke in a low voice beside your ear.
"I suppose someone has got to put you in your place."
You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. He leaned back to put the condom on. Thoughtlessly, you spread your legs for him. Despite definitely feeling like you were ready for him, you were surprised by the sudden feeling of him stuffing his three fingers back in. You let out a mixed gasp/moan at the feeling. He smirked just slightly.
"Just making sure you're ready."
He said almost innocently, clearly teasing you now. You huffed a little bit softly as he curled them before pulling them back out and moving his hands to your thighs, lifting your hips up so he could angle himself better. You were practically shaking in anticipation. You felt as he started to press in. One hand gripped the sheets beneath you and the other covered your mouth. He was slow, but consistent as he pushed in until he was fully inside of you. You were breathing heavy, but so was he. Based on his flushed chest and shoulders, ragged breathing, and death grip on your thighs, you'd guess he felt just as good as you did right now.
You made what could only be described as a small yelp noise when his hips shallowly snapped against yours. It was sudden, but certainly not an unwelcome feeling. As he started to move more predictably, you picked up on the fact that he wasn't going for speed. His thrusts were more precise, focusing on pushing deep and hitting harder. It felt incredible. Having said that, he wasn't necessarily slow either. His pace was what you'd consider a medium speed. He held tightly to your thighs, keeping them spread open, fucking you down into the bed with each thrust. Your soft noises grew louder as you felt the intense feeling building inside of you. Though hard to hear through your own sounds as well as the sound of skin hitting skin, you could hear him panting and groaning lowly. You hoped he was as close as you felt you were. You hardly noticed his precision started faltering as his speed picked up just slightly. He let go of one of your thighs, moving that hand to play with your clit, set on seeing you completely come undone beneath him. His hand, much like his hips, focused more on pressure than speed. His voice was lowly and labored.
"Fuck... Come on, you're so close. Cum for me."
Almost perfectly in time with him telling you to do so, you finally hit your breaking point, arching your back, squeezing the sheets in your fists, and tightening around him. He let a low groan, presumably also cumming. His motions slowed to stop before he pulled out and collapsed beside you. You both laid there silently for a moment, the only sound in the room being the combined heavy breathing from the both of you. He discarded the condom into the trash near the bed before turning to you. You both laid looking at each other for what felt like an eternity, but before either of you could say anything the doorbell rang. Shota sighed before getting up and looking for his pants.
"Good timing ?"
You smiled some, joking. He rolled his eyes but had the slightest smile too before getting his clothes on and going to get the food. You sighed contently. You could most certainly get used to this. Just looked like you'd have to pull him away from work more often.
#shota aizawa#bnha#fanfic#mha fanfiction#mha smut#mha headcanons#bnha fanfiction#eraserhead#aizawa smut#my hero academia aizawa#aizawa headcanons#aizawa shouta
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Hiiii! I’m new to your blog and I love it so much and usually I do not like yandere stuff but smth abt ur writing is just so insane it’s good 😭 (like Mikey pulling a gun out to a one year old abt to kill it…who does that?! 😨 ) so I was wondering if maybe you could do like a soft yandere Mikey ? (Idk if I even is a thing/makes sense) but like yk like he doesn’t want to hurt u but he kills ppl who look at u in a way he doesn’t like? And he doesn’t let u out of his sight? But he doesn’t hurt u 👩🌾 idk if that makes sense but then the readers just sweet and kinda oblivious so she just goes with it and thinks it’s cute how much he loves her? Maybe some guys were staring at her on a date and he does something bad 💁♀️ ahhh I’m sorry I’m half asleep and this makes no sense but I hope ur well!!! (And ofc don’t feel pressured to do this) take care!!!! 💗
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨
╰┈➤ . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢
╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜
╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 "𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢" 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘
╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛.
╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜
"Like who pulls a gun on a 1 year old" Literally my yandere bonten Mikey would- I once read a Bonten fic where he's so insane, like so out of it and I've adopted that behavior for when he gets angry.
But yes I understand what you mean by soft headcanons XD I dunno which Mikey you meant so I'll do Kanto Manji Mikey since I haven't written for him yet.
Yes you do have a better chance with him if you don't know who he is. Even if you did it's best you ignore it and act how you'd normally act with a friend.
It's like a small light finally lit up in Mikey's dark world.
He seems, and is, really harsh towards everyone, barely talking unless it's about business or he needs to explain something.
Yet when it comes to you Mikey could listen you chatting up a storm or simply sitting down next to him and just standing there.
I don't think Kanto Mikey is very forward with physical affection unlike his other versions, but when you initiate it first he'll never let go.
Always hiding his face either on your hair, neck or shoulder.
"[Y/N], you smell so nice... I didn't say that for you to tell me your shampoo... Is it alright if I stay like this for a while? I'm really tired..."
And you allow it. You have this man's heart squeezing and pulsing from happiness- you literally have his vulnerable already broken heart in your hand and you're unconsciously fixing it.
Then you start giving kisses and he just MELTS.
The first kiss Mikey just stared at you in shock. The second kiss he started blushing a lot. And by the third kiss he was the on basically suffocating you with a hug and placing kisses all over your face and neck.
Believe it or not Mikey's favorite time consists of him cuddling you and falling asleep, because he feels at peace in your presence, like all of his problems are gone.
And he feels guilty about how possessive he feels over you.
"I love you so much darling... Please never leave me... You won't leave me right?"
You reassured him with such a sweet smile while kissing his forehead.
And Mikey broke. Mumbling how much he wants to lock you away so no harm would come to you. Yet you again giggled and said it's okay, he was there to protect you so it wasn't a need.
Hook, line and sinker.
Now all someone needs to do is tell Mikey that you had came to see him and he'd literally drop anything he was doing and go to you, such a soft side.
"Angel, you should've told me you'd come over, I would have came to pick you up... A surprise? You're so sweet~"
And here comes the problem. You're Mikey's pretty little lover so obviously you'd be targeted by other gangs.
And Mikey will be damned before he let's any harm come to you- in fact, no, instead he'll damn anyone who hurt you to hell instead.
Mikey personally would execute anyone who even harms a strand of your hair, who mutters anything other than praise about your existence, who gazes at you for too long despite him being there.
Sure, anyone and everyone can have Mikey at attention by saying your name, but only his men come out unharmed because they either announce your presence or tell Mikey the usual report about what you did and where you went that day when Mikey couldn't be with you.
Anyone else will be met with a fist to their face... And another... And another until they're a South kinnie-
Whenever someone interrupts your dates by even as much as making a comment about you Mikey probably orders Sanzu to take you away until he deals with whatever unworthy being dared to utter your name with their dirty mouth.
And after he's done Mikey will immediately go back to you and give you a hug.
"I got tired, please make me feel better [Y/N]~"
And of course like the pretty doll you are you agree, cleaning the blood from him, giving him a hug, placing soft him kisses on his knuckles and forehead. Leaving Mikey a mess unknowingly.
You're always his priority no matter what, whenever he visits he always makes sure to bring a few gifts. Whenever you vist he interupts whatever meet up they had, sits you on his lap and cuddles until you have to leave. Yes everyone is forced to watch the sweet couple act.
Mikey sometimes says things that seem strange. Like confessing how he WILL kill anyone who tries to take you away, yet you just happily giggle and cup his face.
"You must really love me if you're willing to go that far, but don't do it okay? I don't want you to be sent to jail."
"Yes, yes I love you that much... And okay, I wouldn't want to be separated from you either."
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere headcanons#yandere tokyo revengers#yandere tokyo rev#yandere tokrev#yandere manjiro sano#yandere mikey#yandere tokyo revengers x reader#yandere kanto mikey#soft yandere headcanons
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Oooooo Soulless!!! Tell us more about Choc, Carol and Reginald! The people want to know!📸📸🗣🎤📷📸
Thank you for this lovely question. 😌🤲. I'm currently rotting my brain with Choc anyways so I've been wanting to do this. Also, thank you personally for allowing me to ramble and sorry this took me a while. I'm like mentally all over the place.
Now they're growing on me now, as an odd couple dynamic I'm starting to love. This is kinda an Au I'm playing with since the ship is slowly growing on me. Hope this is what you asked for and it's enjoyable to read.
The three are in a polycule. Kinda hard to explain here what they got together. Kinda somewhere in the queer spectrum
Carol and Reginald were already in an existing, established relationship for some time prior. Where Choc was introduced way later on into it by Carol, smitten with him, “He makes me laugh” A line she uses to explain it.
Reginald was hesitant to bring the man into their relationship, the two of them have a close bond and so he had felt out of place when the idea came across.
^ I like to think that Choc & Reginald have an antagonistic, rivalry sort of relationship. They get on each other like oil and water. Nearly always at each other's throats.
^ Understandably wary, it took quite some time for Reginald to really get at ease around Choc and was aloof with the man. (Choc appears to be more than he seems)
^ Similar to an old married couple arguing but add onto some vicious snarkiness into the mix like you wouldn't believe. Unfortunately Carol has to act as the middleman between the two with the last brain cell.
Whereas Choc gets along surprisingly well with Carol who does enjoy that he can make her smile and the day a lot brighter so easily.
Choc enjoys gifting the pair incredibly corny shirts with cheesy images or sayings that he gets from somewhere, he doesn't say. Carol loves them but Reginald cringes from it. Says it's not in his style, Choc thinks it's him being a finicky, prissy hardass
Whenever Reginald is busy at work or flying the airship, Choc is throwing out a pun/joke to pass the time. Nonstop chattering on his end, some jokes at the chief's aggravated expense
Out of the three, Choc is the type to initiate more intimacy and affection, while also taking stuff that belongs to them since it reminds him of the other two.
Now onto a short one shot of the three together. It's simple and not the best but hey, I liked it. This is my first time actually writing Choc so you'll get to see him in more depth;
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Reginald so desperately wanted to bash his face into the wheel of the airship but he resists the temptation.
He never seems to shut up, he keeps going and going on, his voice projects loudly in the spacious area. His highly infectious laughter rings in the chief's ears.
“Hey, chief. May I say something? I'm really worried about the airship’s well-being” Choc said, a toothy smile on his face, gold fangs out on display. The chief in question, eyes squarely up ahead, his only response, a tired grunt as the man shrugged, continued. “With the bright light from the sun reflecting off your forehead, aren't you worried as I am that it'll blind someone?”
Suddenly, Reginald hears the chuckles by the other members in the room range from muffled and polite to outright and proud. He is shaking, tightening his hold on the wheel. Whatever Carol sees in the candy maker is beyond him.
“What? I'm genuinely concerned here. Can't I be that now? Getting worse by each passing day. Can see my own reflection” As the joke is made worse, Choc leaned in, in playful mockery, checking himself out.
“Kinsley. I am trying to fly. So please. Not at this precise moment do I want to do this with you”
Choc hovers above him then stands, a smirk stretches the lengthy scars on his sun kissed face, “It's alright, Reg. It's a joke. C'mon now laugh with us” He laughs, roughly patting the chief's tense shoulder, “It's quite alright that you're so follically impaired”
Another rumble in the room gave Reginald a stronger desire to hit something. However, in his fortune, his eyes flicker over to the corner of the room and sees Carol standing next to the door. She is smiling stiffly it seems, not laughing which Reginald is so relieved for inside and soon she's by them, tugging at Choc's sleeve to get his attention.
“Choc. C'mon. Let him be,” She calmly states to the man, who in the good forethought nods and goes with her. “I need you for something anyways so come” Her hand is outstretched for him to take and he does, not before he takes a curious glance behind, catches the Chief's eyes. The expression on the candy maker's face is unreadable and Reginald couldn't stand it.
“Thank you” Reginald whispers, barely loud that only he knew Carol can hear him. She hums.
How he's going to get along with that joke of a man, he doesn't know.
#Answered Ask#catisteard#Ask Away#Oc X Canon#Canon X Oc#Thsc Oc#Choc Kinsley#Henry Stickmin Collection#Thsc Au#Carol Cross#Reginald Copperbottom#The Henry Stickmin Collection#Toppat Clan#Long Post#Toppat Oc
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i'm sad right now so..
wanda and y/n arguing and i think wanda initiate their break up
" y/n i keep telling you, he's just a friend?! "
" now that's a new definition of friends?! wanda you have me you don't need him. i'm your girlfriend! "
" ugh! we always fighting and fighting, its making me insane how about we end this? i'm so tired of you! ”
" wanda.. no baby please "
“ y/n if you really love me? let me go because freedom is the only thing i want right now. ”
" fine.. but one favor ”
“ what? "
“ if you leave, please keep my heart.. i don't care if you keep breaking it so many times, it was made for you to break anyways..”
- 🐻 dont make bubba sad or else i'll make it worst.
wanda leaves and y/n goes absolutely crazy.
i like thinking of them both being avengers and once they split y/n goes off the map, like no one knows where she is.
eventually she comes out of hiding after years of planning something big to get wanda’s attention.
she’s so out of her mind she forgets that if it’s smt to get wanda’s attention, it’ll get the avengers attention as well.
i love this kinda stuff 😵💫
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I'm about to confess one of my earliest tickle fantasies, so I'm a little embarrassed, but I wonder if you've ever fantasized about anything similar? (I also kinda want to see if I can fluster you the way you fluster me haha) Anyway, I've always wished there existed something like a spa, but instead of massages and facials and stuff you just get tickled. The goal is to coax all the negative feelings out by making the client laugh as hard as possible for as long as possible. The pro ticklers are all in scrubs, and before the actual treatment starts they have to do an initial consultation where one of them tickles you in different spots in front of all their coworkers, who rank how ticklish you are on different sections of your body, and which tools and techniques work best, so they can tailor your session to maximize your experience.
In my fantasies there's always several people "working on" me at once. They start by stripping me naked and gently restraining me on a table, then tickle me all over until I'm incoherent and literally sobbing from bliss. Oh, and throughout the session they keep calling to their fellow professional ticklers as "backup" ("I think we need more sets of fingers on that tummy, and maybe a few more feathers under the toes. Can we get 3-5 more lers in here?") By the end of it, I don't even know how many people are cramming in to tickle me at once, just that it tickles so, so SOOO bad, and it's the best thing my body has ever felt. It's not just all the fingers and feathers and other contraptions being used to tickle all my worst spots, but it's the countless voices cooing at me and babying me, making me feel horribly embarrassed but somehow happy and safe at the same time. Then they give me a bath using all kinds of ticklish cleaning tools as well as their many many fingers, talking and joking to each other about how cute my laugh is and all the funny things I said and did while being tickled into hysterics. 8-10 gigglegasms, minimum, guaranteed.
They also offer week-long retreats, which I highly, HIGHLY recommend :) If you read all this Amy, thanks for indulging me. I love your delicious teases ;)
Ohhh my gosssh I'm loving the stories you're all sending in latelyyy~ just sooo cute and alsooo this gets me sooo bad!! Consider me highly flustered~ because you know, I have my tickle therapist I see every once in a while anddd the whole thing of that is she's a healer and is alll about putting me into what she calls the "giggle zone" where I'm so coated in those sensations that all my negative energy is flowing out of the room~ and it works and also teases me into oblivion. Like in our last session one of the things she did was use two q-tips and was lightly poking them allll over my tummy and navel and it just put me into deep tickly fuzziesss (chuckling and teasing "tiiickled by a q-tip...")
Sooo yesss indeed~ multiply that by say four or five, and surround yourself in the medical environment and my gooosssh the ticklehots are through the roof~ silly, but I also think of it like very procedural with that many pros working away, like at those races where you see all those techs removing and replacing tires in seconds. Except it's a bunch of sassy pros in scrubs rapidly working their finely honed skills to hotwire your body into ticklish perfection. And just imagineee all those faces changing out, some of them peeking through the melee to watch and see your giggly reactions as they wait for their turn. They all have those smirking eyes, where even if they're masked you can seeee the smirk. The cascade of voices is almost too much to discern but the individual teases can't not be heard, every comment about your body and reactions like fluttering brushes in the inner ears~
And of course yesss the cleansing bathing probably before and after the session ~ because they have to keep you happy & healthy ~ a big sudsy tub with tingly bubbles, their gloved hands reaching in to pull your feet up for brisk scrubbing as those equipped with longer brushes grab and arm and work your pits and ribs ~ while a highly skilled tech kneels to minister to your royal area with the softest of cloths, working slowly and methodically as the scrubby teasy tools work rapidly ~ and the sweetest of the techs makes sure your face stays rosy blushy~ not to mention~~ you'll need to be flipped with poking tickles so they can grasp your legs and hold your arms while that lead tech ensures your cute peach is polished to perfection~
Naturally ~ you'll gigglegasm, and good thing you're already in a cleaning facility~<3
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El Chico del Apartamento 512
Pairing: Frankie "Catfish" Morales x Reader
Part 1 of the Amor Prohibido Series
Words: 955
Warning: stalking, sexual harrasment.
A/N: okayyyyy, after a 2 years hiatus, I guess I'm back! And I've been thinking a lot about this fic and this guy for a while and this is it! Hope you like it and wait for more...
btw, it turned out to be GN!
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"Good morning sweet cheeks, wanna come inside?"
Just on time, like every damn morning, the asshole from 506 said that to you while you walked through the hall. And just like every damn morning you successfully tried to ignore him while waiting for the elevator.
The fifht floor of "The Sunny Square Building Apartments" is full of interesting character. You have 506-stalker, Dylan; 508-Mrs. Smith, a sweet old lady who's always feeding you because she cooks extra; 510-Jane, a single mother of two twins, Daniel and Jake, who sometimes you babysit and-
"512"- you said surprised when the elevator doors opened wide.
Frankie, AKA 512. AKA, the hottest single daddy you've ever seen. AKA the reason why you consider being a stepmother is such a great idea and you are willing to consider because a) Maria is the cutest 4 year old with her big brown eyes and her chubby cheeks and b) Frankie. Just Frankie.
"504? Could you let me pass?"
"Wh...what? Sorry, what?- you said, stuttering.
"You are kinda blocking the entrance"- he said, laughing at the end.
What a cute laugh.
Shit.
"Oh gosh!"- you take a step to the left, looking to the floor.
He walked passing you, laughing.
His laugh.
Shit.
You get inside the elevator, watching the door get close and seeing him walking away. Definitely not one of your best moment.
...
-"So, you are telling, you had your crush in front of you this morning, and instead of a making a move, you decided to hinder?" -asked Melissa, your best friend at work
-"Yeah, more or less, it kinda sounds accurate"
-"Okay, I get it. He is your crush, and he's hot but at the end of the day he is just a guy... and your neighbor. You can just knock on his door and say "Hey, I made so coffee, would you like some?"
-"Of course not, we are not that close to do that. He is very kind and he has, you know, fixed some stuff around my apartment once or twice but, that's it"
-" That's more that enough to go ahead and ask him out" - she said, looking into your eyes.
And you know she is right. How hard it could be to ask someone out when you are already acquaintances? And it's not even out out; just a coffee. You could feel deep inside that sometimes, you gotta have initiative and just do it, what could get wrong?
...
It takes you 20 minutes walking from work to the building; some days you want to fly or teletransport to your bed but some other like today, being able to breathe fresh air, observing people walking around and living their own lives is comforting.
You are just arriving to the apartment building and looking for your key in your purse when you hear it.
-"Hello, sweet cheeks, getting home for work? Don't you wanna take a sit and rest? Cause I've got something where you can do it"
You froze when you listened what 506 said to you. He was leaning agaisnt the building's wall and you turned around to look at him.
-"What did you just said to her?"
Shit.
-"Say it again"- 512 said. Angry. Furious. Enraged. And any other synonym you can imagine.
Frankie closed the principal door of the building, walking straight to 506 and stand right in front of him.
-"504"- he said, still looking at him "You can get inside, don't worry, I can handle this"
You decided to stay out of it. Tired from work, tired of that guy's attitude, and astonished by the way Frankie reacted. When you got inside your apartment, you sat on the couch for a while, when you hear a knock on your door. Frankie.
You went to open the door and there he was.
"Are you feeling all right, 504?"- he asked, with a frown in his face.
"I...I'm okay, it's not the first time something like that happens"- you confesed
"Shit. You should've said something to me, I could've helped, you know?
"I know, thank you so much, but I thought it was under control"
"You don't have to thank me, he won't bother you anymore"
"Should I ask what did you do?"
"Neh" he put his hands in his jean's pockets "It's better if you don't know" he said and you laughed.
You looked at each other without saying anything and at some point you didn't know if it was nice or just awkard.
"I guess I should just leave" he said pointing at this apartment door "I'll be there if you need anything" and saying that he left and you closed the door.
Definitely awkard.
...
Two bottles of wine later you make your choice.
You are going through that door to ask him if he wants to grab some coffee any of these days.
He saved you, it is totally normal to thank him through some food, right?
Who cares? You were going to do it.
And just like that, you left your apartment and went straight to his. With the numer 512 on his door, you decided to knock until someone opened.
A she someone. A she with pretty brown hair, tanned skin and brown eyes.
'Of course', you thought, 'a girlfriend"
-"Hello", you said, standing there like a serial killer.
-"Hello, are you looking for my brother?"- she asked
Her brother. She is a sister.
-"Yeah, I came to ask him if i could buy him a coffee, he literally saved me from this freak a while ago" you explained, blushing.
-"Oh!, you must be 504"
-"He told you about me?"
-"Oh darling, come in"- she said letting me in "he told me everything about you"
#frankie catfish morales#frankie morales x reader#frankie catfish morales x reader#triple frontier imagine#triple frontier#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal
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Just gonna info dump about my Mario dr cos why not lol.
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Name: Shinko Asahara
Race: Japanese (raised in Koopa city by the main antagonist himself😈)
Nickname: Lila (what I usually go by)
Age: (Kinda confusing lol sorry) when I enter my dr I'm 6 and when I shift back to this cr I'll be 16 (yes I'm spending 10 YEARS in this dr cause my time ratio is 1 day cr = 1 year dr and since I don't wanna go through the last 4 months of school, well, you can guess lol)
Sex: Female
Gender: Cis girl (she/they)
Sexuality: Lesbian
Height: 4'11 (5'5 in my platformers)
Weight: 94 lbs (pretty skinny ik)
Hair color: Black and slightly white-ish blonde
Eye color: Black
Skin tone: Light
Nd lables: Autism, ADHD
Backstory + main story: I was kidnapped as a baby by kamek because of my unnatural strength and slight mind powers (which have gotten stronger as I grew up). When I turned 6, Bowser taught me how to do villain shit (setting up traps, activing those traps, using my powers for evil, trying to find what I do best (power wise, which is mind powers and manipulation)). I went to a villain school for Bowser's most talented, yet under-developed crew members (even though he sees me as a daughter tbh) before the age of 15, where I was assigned to go to a 'hero' school to find out what the good guys are learning and how to counter act that. Idk what happens after that or during my young teen years because I wanna be taken by surprise.
How I view myself: I see myself neutrally, I sometimes get insecure but I always have Bowser, Bowser jr, and my friends to lift me up. And ofc, I get super confident in myself sometimes, usually because of my powers.
How other bad guys view me: They all have underestimated me at some point but I always prove them wrong by prolonging Mario's journey to saving Peach (unfortunately, he always saves Peach so that's the most I can do lol).
How the good guys see me: Since I'm a good manipulator and have mind powers, when they first meet me, they think I'm an innocent girl who also needs to get away from Bowser when I'm actually the opposite. But once they find out, they don't trust me anymore, although they always have the erg to trust me again:
Other stuff lol: I have a crush on Daisy..pls don't tell her...or my dad lol (he's not homophobic, he'll just freak out that I'm in love with a good guy lmao). I have a witch themed room and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. I practice my powers and train every other day for the day my dad kidnaps Peach again, I'm not even required to, my dad only requires me to train on the weekends but I like having a constant routine and a constant break. Oh- I forgot to tell yall, Bowser's my dad! (Not biological ofc). I play video games with Bowser jr on the weekends (when he's done training), becuase my dad approves of my regular training routine. I'm older than bowser jr btw. I LOVE spicy food, I have such a big spice tolerance, the magma burger is my shit. My 'casual' fit is NOT casual in any sense of the meaning, I wear a cute black crop top with a black miniskirt that has a spider web design with platformer shoes that make me look 5'5 when I'm 4'11 (I'm so short lmao, although the other bad guys aren't that tall either lol), not only that, but I top off that outfit with my pigtails that show off my natural white-ish blonde highlights. I'm pretty smarter than most people initially think, like, one of my favorite subjects is math. I don't get tired easily, it's probably because I had to fuck up mario at nights buut maybe it's something else lol. Don't say it don't say it don't say it don't say it don't say it don't say it..I'm a great rapper-. Finnally, I let my hands do whatever if I don't have pockets, which usually makes the good guys think I'm weird, the bad guys don't mind cause there are so many different types of people there.
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Thanks for reading all of this somehow lol
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Flicker Eduardo headcanons!!
I know almost no one cares except maybe that one flicker fan scrolling through the flicker tag, but idc
(some of these are weird and stupid)
(also when I say "into ___" I don't mean it in a romantic or s##ual context btw)
pansexual demiboy, he/they, name means "Wealthy Guardian" (only thing canon in this post)
Into rock and heavy metal
Introverted
Into cryptozoology
Into 80's horror movies
Teenager, bout 16-18 y/o
Into werewolves
obsessed with stranger things
Deadname is Valentina (based on the fact that he was initially supposed to be called Valentina and have a different design)
Engages with risky (??) and rebellious behaviour
Divorced parents, father had abandoned both them and their mom and his infant sister
Hispanic
Used to be best friends with Alex, drifted apart and now Ed feels bitter Abt him
Not satanic but they are into studying satanism and people devoted to it
Atheist
Into murder mysteries
Quiet in groups at first until he gets to know others in the group better
Plays the guitar (both acoustic and electric)
Horrible at singing, still likes singing
Used to be in a band with Alex, Amethyst and Prasiddhi
Gets absolutely horrible grades in school besides in literature and Spanish
Theater kid
Dumb#ss nerd
Has sooo many earrings and necklaces
Obsessed with many bands (I can't specify which ones bc i don't know sh#t about music,)(actually screw it I'll name a few that my mom likes
Into Metallica, Radiohead, Queen The Door, and other crap like that (I only listen to Radiohead out of these)
Has one of his eyebrows pierced
Has wolf as their fave animal
Kinda insane (don't ask)
Into paranormal stuff
Brave
Determined and stubborn
Street smart
Skateboards
All about self expression
Known as the quiet kid or the weirdo in school
Likes to go outside at night
Halloween is their fave holiday
Quiet in relation to his negative opinions regarding others
Secretly a MLP + STH fan
Can get bored and distracted easily
Into parkour and tree + rock climbing
Spiritually in the 80's
A really good older sib figure
Attachment issues, fears being abandoned so sometimes they push other people away first, other times he is a bit clingy and desperate
Uses the peace ✌️ and rock 🤘sign quite often
Embraces weirdness
Will always protect and defend people he cares about
Can be kinda rude but also really kind?
Often does the chores in the house, kinda tired from that + schoolwork
Now that Alex isn't their friend anymore, they're just kind of the loner in their class (before he gets sent to the Flicker game)
When the flicker game first starts, he like most people just think it's a run, fake murder mystery game, but one night (a bitttt early on) when they were supposed to get killed they managed to flee and escape into the woods, everyone thinking he's dead
Always puts up a fight when needed
Used to crush on alex and still cares about him as much as he refuses to admit it
Swears a moderate amount
Winks often (ok these HCs sre getting very mundane... um)
Ends up getting along well with most of the flicker players
He constantly feels like HE has to work for everyone (like their mom, having to do chores and upkeep his grades), and although they're very loyal they're also reasonably tired
The start of the flicker game has actually been one of the happiest periods in his life in some time
Can be impulsive
Fidgets often
In classes they barely do anything
Master at solving Rubik's cube
Pretty chill most of the time actually
Into video games too, primarily indie horror and visual novel
Him and Rosalie bicker often
Really wants to be independent, competent and responsible to prove they don't need anyone
They give me Lucas Sinclair and Drew from TMF vibes for sum reason??
Is neurodivergent (bpd, adhd, maybe sumth else idk)
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Wtf even is this... I'm literally the worst flicker fan to ever exist I'm so sorry
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AITA for abandoning my world for 103 years?
Ok I know this sounds bad but let me explain.
I (NB, don't really have an age) am the creator of two worlds but only one is important to this story. The one that isn't relevant is more like a world-sized computer, but the relevant one is just your average world with life and stuff, and was the first one I made.
Before you mention it, I know there are guides and templates for life created by the God community. I know the best way to make stable life is to put a simple organism on the world and let it evolve to fit the environment. I know. Believe me, I know. But I certainly didn't know or care back when I made this world because I wanted to make everything from scratch. That was foolish of me. I know. I should have at least read a guide or something.
All this to say I made a bit of a mistake with my initial thought algorithm. Because thoughts work quite fast and I wanted to see everything so I could troubleshoot, I introduced an intentional "throttle" into the algorithm; it would wait for me to acknowledge the thought before it progressed. It's all fun and games until you forget to remove that throttle and create countless creatures all using that flawed algorithm. Yeah.
I didn't want to wipe everything out and start over because that seemed needlessly cruel. Applying patches to anything, especially something like brains, live is a difficult and risky process for the person with the brain. So I just kinda set up a "server room" of power that would just auto-acknowledge anything coming through. That was a temporary solution.
I spent a good couple centuries working out a method to patch the throttle out of my beings. The expansion of life was beginning to overwhelm my temporary measure. I was tired. So tired. I finished it and found blissful silence awaiting me. Wonderful.
In fact I was so tired I wanted to take a bit of a break. I'd also use the time I would be out to test and workshop a self-sufficient, hands-free (for me at least) way to keep my world safe from any existential threats. They're not common, but it's always a good thing to look out for.
So I decided that I would randomly give out my power to people, disappear completely (except for a couple recording devices that were hidden ofc), and come back in a year and see how things went. Then I'd adjust things accordingly. Simple right? What could possibly go wrong?
I think you probably get what happened, but I'll explain it anyways. I essentially had NO IDEA the flow of time was usually different between universes. I didn't know I was supposed to chrono-lock my universe and the universe I was in together to preserve the flow of time between them. And I just so happened to take my year-long vacation to a universe that was REALLY slow compared to mine.
So I come back, 103 years later. There was a war, and this lady somehow consolidated everyone's power and is now acting as the goddess of my world (which I'm honestly fine with, I was never one to take an active role in my world). There's a cult worshiping me, using the hijacked power of one of my observation devices to shield themselves from the lady who made herself the goddess and doing terrible things in my name. Things kinda sucked.
And I'm sort of thinking things would be a lot better if I didn't accidentally spend 103 years of my world's time on vacation. So, AITA?
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