#I wrote it quickly. In a jiffy.

[mitraoki]

genshin men brainrot!

note; just something to ease my way back into writing. i truly miss it a lot - considering how much i abandoned it during my recent semester(⊙_⊙;) i hope you guys enjoy it!

cw; a little suggestive, they're just smitten for u, violence but against other people!!

masterlist.

+ wriothesley has this thing where he likes being yanked by the tie. only from his beloved, of course. someone else comes into play and he’s choking them next. the way your fingers wrapped around the fabric, twisting them around your fist, bringing him in closer till your foreheads touch, and your breathing syncopates with his. whether it's for fun, or when the two of you are left alone in his office, that little smirk is painted across his face and the next thing you know, he's smothering you with kisses.

"someone's needy. not complaining, just anticipating is all."

+ on stressful days, alhaitham forgets reality. no, it's not the kind where he forgets to eat or drink, it's the kind where he becomes a full time machine. all he does is take orders, execute them perfectly, and tend to the various other tasks piling up on his desk. for someone always assuring you that his workload isn't as concerning as you thought it was; it was fearsome to see his questionable demeanor when he meets up with you in public. though, it all comes to end when the two of you are alone - did you flip a switch in him or something? - he's wrapping his arms around your figure from behind, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and whispering continuous apologies.

"...what can i do to make it up to you?" + neuvilette loves giving you gifts. it was that one time when you'd mentioned you loved the way he crafted it from scratch, bringing his ideas to life. in a way, it's another huge step for him to understand the little things of a human's life; and you were his number one supporter. there he sits during his free time, getting ideas from some of the melusines about what he should give you next. he takes notes of your likes and dislikes very quickly, but everything has to be perfect, just for you. anything to see that smile of yours bloom time and time again.

"if one's not enough, perhaps i can get you tons more! ....no such thing, this was a piece of cake."

+ kaveh loves styling your hair. he's definitely not the kind to judge the length of your hair - he can work with anything you prefer to have. from hair clips to peonies - his skillful fingers work through your locks, getting them done in a jiffy. he makes sure to not hurt you in the process, too. sometimes he even comes home with a new collection of hair clips, claiming that 'it would definitely look good in your hair!' every single time he finishes, he makes sure to get a good look at you, admiring every facial feature of yours. it ends up making you feel flustered, but he's just so in love with you. just what did he do to have such a lover like you...?

"as beautiful as always, my love."

+ not everyday is sunshine and rainbows for ayato. there were even times where your hand would reach out for nothing but a note on your shared bed, stating that he was off to settle yet another matter which frankly, did not require him at all. it was just regulations he had to follow. though you could see the slight changes in his handwriting, indicating that he wrote them all with a heavy heart. except for the 'i love you.' he wrote that with ease, a reassurance that he will return to your arms. when he does, he swings you around, pulling you in for the biggest embrace. he peppers kisses along the bridge of your nose, lingering around your lips, trailing them down to your chin, your neck. any place he could catch a glimpse of in the moment.

"i've never cursed at time as much as i did today. i hope it treats us well tonight."

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#snow.writing #genshin impact #genshin x reader #ayato x reader #alhaitham x reader #kaveh x reader #wriothesley x reader #neuvillette x reader #kamisato ayato #alhaitham #kaveh #neuvilette #wriothesley #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #genshin impact imagines

[thefloorisbalaclava]

triumvirate [simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader x könig]

▸pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader x könig ▸words: 2,758 ▸warnings: porn without plot, just straight up SMUT [threesome, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, anal play, anal sex, titjob, cumplay, spitting, simon is in charge, spitroasting, aftercare] ▸summary: in a whirlwind of adrenaline and lust, you have a night you won't soon forget

▸a/n: i wish i had some deep explanation for why i wrote this, but i don't. this is extremely self-indulgent, but if someone else out there enjoys it then it's a win-win.

[masterlist]

How had it begun? How had it ended up here? What do they call it when your adrenaline pumps after doing something wild?

Getting one’s blood up is all you can think of, but you don’t think that’s right. It’s not like you have any time to think about it—not when you are caught in a flurry of discarded dirty boots, and tac vests thrown and forgotten in some corner. Not when these two men stand before you, undressing you with their eyes.

They both wear masks—one wears a balaclava, and the other prefers his sniper hood. One wears the Austrian flag on his sleeve, the other the Union Jack. Those were their differences. Their similarities? Their stature, preference for working alone, and stoicism.

What’s on your sleeve again? You can’t remember. Hell, you can’t even remember your name right now. All you can focus on is how your chest is heaving and how you are ready to give yourself to these two men—your teammates—without a second thought.

“What is it, love?” Simon asks, the balaclava shifting with each movement of his mouth. You stare up into his eyes—pools of ink, no, more like a black hole pulling you in and tearing you apart. The eye black is smeared and fading from the skin around his eyes. Somehow, he seems softer without it, but you know he is still Ghost.

“You are not afraid of us, are you?” König asks, and you shake your head.

“Nervous,” is all you can say.

“You don’t have to,” Simon says soothingly.

“I want to,” you say.

“Can we undress you?” Simon asks, and you nod. He shakes his head, “We’re gonna need words from you tonight, love.”

“Yes, you can undress me,” you say breathlessly.

They both approach you. Anyone else would be terrified to find two tall, broad men charging towards them, but you felt a pull towards them. You stand your ground as their large hands reach out to you. One turns your head, and now you’re looking at Simon. His balaclava is pulled up over his lips.

When did he do that?

He has beautiful lips. So full. And you bet they’re soft, too. He bends to kiss you. Soft lips confirmed. He is such a good kisser—gentle with a hint of need.

Another hand grabs the back of your neck gently and pulls you away. You’re looking into new pair of eyes now. Green? Blue, maybe? You can’t tell in the lighting, but he’s pulling your head towards him as he carefully lifts his sniper hood. He kisses you. His kisses are a little needier than Simon’s, sloppier too, but you like it. A moan escapes him, and you smile inwardly.

“König,” you breathe when he pulls away and he closes his eyes briefly.

“I want to see you,” he says, hands moving quickly to your belt as Simon handles your shirt. Your pants fall to your ankles, and you step out. Simon throws your shirt behind him, leaving you in your underwear.

“Die schöne,” König gasps. You are not sure what it means, but it must be good, judging by the look in his wide eyes.

“What about the two of you?” you ask. You walk over, and Simon follows your every move. He pulls on the hem of his shirt then it is up and off. You work on his belt, and he looks down to watch.

“Come here, König,” you say, and he is at your side in a jiffy. You turn away from Simon for a moment to work on König’s belt. He is breathing heavily, and it makes you worry.

“Are you okay?” you ask, and he nods a few times. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Please don’t,” he huffs.

“Okay.” You pull on his belt and look at Simon, now standing in his boxer briefs…watching.

König fumbles with getting his shirt off while also trying to keep his sniper hood on. Something about the anonymity turns you on.

Simon is not shy about the erection lying against his thigh in his boxer briefs. “See something you like, love?”

“Maybe.”

You look at König again, who is also in boxer briefs, and notice that he can’t hide what is in his underwear either.

“What should we do now?” you ask.

“Lie down,” Simon tells you. He is a man who knows what he wants. “Wait.” He walks to you and reaches around to unclasp your bra. You feel a presence behind you and look up to find König. There’s a smile in his eyes as he traces the waistband of your panties.

“May I?” he asks.

“Yes.”

With a slow, deliberate motion, he tucks his fingers into the waistband and pulls down. Instead of letting the panties fall on their own, he lowers himself to slide them down entirely and helps you step out of them.

His face is level with your ass. Suddenly, you feel something slightly wet touch it. When you turn and look down, you see König is pressing a kiss to your behind. He couldn’t resist.

“Now…” Simon grabs your attention, “Lie down.”

You do as you’re told, purposely crawling onto the bed with your ass facing them before rolling onto your back.

“Don’t be a tease.” Simon climbs onto the bed, and König follows. “Tell us, love, what do you like?” Simon asks.

“Uh…” Your mind goes blank.

“I’ll make it easier for you. Would you like to suck my cock while our friend there goes down on you?” he asks.

You nod slowly. “Yes.” A sudden rush of heat moves throughout your body.

“Good,” he rumbles low in his throat. You watch as he pulls down his underwear and springs free. As you expected, he is big with a lovely vein, just begging to be licked. He notices how you stare at him.

“Don’t just look, love.” He moves closer, and you immediately wrap your hand around him. There is a slight sound from him, and when you spit on his cock, he curses lowly. You stroke him a few times before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock.

“There we go. Fuck. Spread your legs for him,” Simon commands, and your legs fall open. You feel just how broad König is as he pushes his head between your legs, his shoulders pressing your legs even wider. He looks up at you sucking Simon’s cock then sticks his hand under his hood. When he takes it out again, he starts stroking himself. You assume he either licked or spit in his hand.

You can only see König lift his hood slightly before Simon grabs your cheeks to turn your head back to him.

“Don’t get distracted,” he grunts, pushing himself into your mouth deeper. With a hand on your head, he guides you—fast, slow, shallow, deep—it is all up to him.

You discover that he likes to hear you gag and gets you messy, with saliva dripping down the sides of your mouth and chin onto your breasts.

You nearly lose focus again when you feel König’s tongue on you. He gives you slow, tentative licks to see how you react. You whimper around Simon’s cock, and with a glance down, all you can see is König’s head moving between your legs; his hood is hiding everything else from you.

And that turns you on. You can feel him but can’t see him.

His licks become greedier, and the sounds he makes tell you that he is getting just as much pleasure out of it as you are.

Simon thrusts into your mouth, holds you there for a few moments, then pulls out, leaving you sputtering and gasping. Without a preamble, he straddles you, blocking your view of König’s head between your legs.

“Push those tits together,” Simon tells you. You do it quickly, and he slides his cock in between. “Tongue out.”

As he thrusts between your breasts, he makes sure the tip of his cock touches your tongue each time.

König is still between your legs, sucking on your clit as if he is being fed from it. With a cry, you cum, your legs closing around his head. He doesn’t seem to mind because he grabs your thighs and holds them there. When he finally moves from between your legs, he’s breathing heavily; his eyes closed in bliss.

“You taste…so good,” he breathes.

“Can I try something?” you ask Simon.

“What?” He doesn’t stop fucking your tits even as you slip a finger into your mouth to get it wet.

“I know how to make you feel really good,” you tell him before reaching around to get to his ass. You look for any sign you should stop, but he keeps thrusting even as you put your finger against the tight hole. The only thing you hear from him is a grunt as you slowly push your finger in.

“Is that okay?” you ask.

“Mm,” he grunts.

You know you find his spot when he lurches forward and has to grab the headboard for balance.

“What the fuck?” he gasps. You move your finger back and forth over the spot, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Sh-Shit,” he groans.

König slowly makes his way up the bed and kneels close to your head.

��Do you want me to suck your cock?” you ask, and he nods. He holds it for you as you slide your mouth around him. You moan around him, and his hands move to your head.

“Good multitasker you are,” Simon comments. “All right, all right. Stop,” he says. “That’s not how I wanna cum.”

He goes silent, watching how you suck König’s dick. Then you feel another hand on your head and realize Simon is guiding you along with König.

“Don’t be afraid to get deeper, mate. She can handle it, can’t you, love?”

“Mm mm,” you affirm.

“See?” He moves his hand away and gently turns you onto your stomach, making you adjust how you are sucking König off.

You feel Simon grab your ass, playing with the cheeks before spreading them apart and spitting between them. He does it twice more, then spreads it around your tight hole.

“Look at it, clenching around nothing. You want something in there?” he asks. Before you can pull off König to respond, he pulls himself out of your mouth. He seems fascinated by what Simon is going to do to your ass.

“Yes,” you whimper, throat raw.

“You hear that? She wants something in there.” He presses his finger against the tight ring of muscle, and you relax for him. “Oh, good girl. Greedy little hole.”

You turn your head to watch Simon, and your body shifts slightly. König presses a big hand to your lower back to keep you in place while also causing your back to arch more.

“Easy now,” Simon coos as you take more of his finger in your ass. “Something tells me a finger isn’t enough for you.” Both he and König look at you.

“Please,” you beg.

“Up on all fours. Now.” Simon snaps his fingers, and you move quickly. He is still behind you when you look back.

“Tell me you want more,” he says.

“I want more,” you murmur.

“Hmmm,” he sighs before slapping your ass. He ensures you’re watching as he spreads the cheeks and spits again.

When you turn forward again, König is kneeling there, his cock inches from your face.

“Go on,” he urges, placing a hand on the back of your head.

It is a distraction. As you focus on getting his length in your mouth, Simon positions himself behind you. You feel something prodding at your ass, definitely larger than a finger. You whimper around König’s cock.

He pushes in slowly, having to stop now and then. He is overcome by how tight it is and doesn’t want to finish too fast. Once fully seated in your ass, he starts a slow rhythm, a moan rumbling in his chest.

König’s hand is still on your head as Simon’s thrusts push you forward. You gag as a particularly hard thrust forces his cock down your throat. He pulls out to check that you’re okay.

“Mm hm,” you stammer, lips, and chin covered in saliva. He bends to kiss your lips quickly before bringing his cock back to your mouth.

You are being spit-roasted by two masked men, you think. They are not strangers to you, however. One sighs encouragingly sweet words to you in German while the other encourages you in English. The voices start to blend in an unlikely melody. The sound of the headboard hitting the wall keeps the rhythm.

Simon is pumping faster now. Harder. Your eyes roll back as König touches your cheek, pumping his cock in and out of your mouth.

Suddenly, you hear Simon growl, and something warm and wet splatters across your back. He squeezes out every last drop onto you before spreading your cheeks again, admiring how he’s stretched your hole.

König pulls out of your mouth and takes Simon’s place behind you. Instead of your ass, though, he rubs his cock along your pussy before lining himself up and pushing himself in.

“Fuck,” you cry.

His hand starts on your lower back then you feel it slide up. You look over your shoulder and see that he’s rubbing Simon’s cum all over your back.

Simon tilts your head up, so you’re looking at him. “You’re a good girl, huh?” he asks before bending to kiss your lips. He swirls his tongue around your mouth, closing his eyes to your taste. When he pulls away, you whine.

“You like kissing me, love?” He drags his thumb along your chin, wiping away the spit that had dripped down your chin earlier when König had his cock in your mouth.

König is loud behind you—grunting and groaning with each thrust, mumbling things you do not understand, but they still turn you on. Simon slides his hand under you and between your legs, finding your clit with ease. He rubs in small, firm circles.

“Gonna…cum,” you cry.

“Good,” both men say in unison.

“You feel her walls clenching around you?” Simon asks König.

“Yes,” he grunts, thrusting into you faster, his balls slapping against your pussy as Simon plays with your clit. Your eyes roll back as you reach back to press your hand against König’s stomach. It’s a plea for help and a silent way of telling him not to stop. König grabs your hand roughly but then laces his fingers with yours in such a loving way, even while doing something carnal.

Your mouth drops open silently at first, and then you let out a long, loud moan followed by whimpers when the man behind does not stop. You’re his fuck toy now. He’s using you to get himself off.

You fall onto your forearms, but Simon holds onto you and puts a hand on your neck.

“Just a little more. You can handle it, can’t you?” he asks, and you nod with tears in your eyes.

“Feels…good,” you cry. “Gonna cum again.”

“That’s my girl.” Simon kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans and whimpers, then presses his forehead to yours. “Take it,” he whispers.

“Fffffffuck!” You’re cumming again, nearly collapsing onto Simon.

“Here it comes,” König exclaims before pulling out of you and finishing on your ass and pussy. He uses his fingers to push some inside of you.

“You are like a work of art,” he tells you, rubbing your ass soothingly. You can only speak gibberish in response.

“Easy, girl.” Simon lowers you to the bed, lying you flat on your stomach. He stays close to you, petting your head as König walks to the bathroom to find something to clean you up with. He throws a washcloth to Simon, who uses his to clean your face.

“Head up, love. Look at me,” he says, tucking his fingers under your chin to help. “There you are.” He wipes your face gently and then kisses you before pulling his balaclava back down.

König takes care of your ass and pussy, ensuring he is careful but thorough. Simon wipes your back down.

“Is she okay?” König asks.

“Right as rain,” Simon answers, petting your head again. “Right, love?”

“Yes.” You give him a weak smile, and he gives you a wink. “Thank you.”

Both men join you, surrounding you in comfort, safety, and warmth as you drift off.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #könig #könig call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #call of duty #headcanon

[ellibean-icecream]

Tea Leaves and Coffee Beans Ch. 2

The door closed softly behind Castti, the small bell at the top of the frame announcing her presence. Parti’s Pours tended to be fairly empty in the mornings; most people took their morning’s orders to go. The café only bustled in the evenings and on weekends, when students from the New Delsta University – at least those not old enough for Gil’s Pub – passed the hours in the company of friendly faces.

“Mornin’ Castti! Perfect timin’ as always. Hikari’s just pulled round the back with today’s order. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

Despite her worries for the day, Castti couldn’t help but chuckle. Partitio had it bad for the owner of the local farmer’s market, who seemed to have it just as bad. Neither would make the first move, dancing around the subject, constantly flirting without outright making their intentions clear. Everyone who worked here had picked up on it quickly, even Crick.

She and Temenos had good money on how long they would take to realize. She felt slightly bad about that, but only because her hopeful bet of “less than a year” looked less and less likely. They were hopeless.

“Make sure to tell him you think he’s pretty. Crick and I will hold down the fort while you blow him kisses.”

Partitio lifted a single finger in her direction before disappearing into the back. She chuckled, waving to Crick in greeting. Today was a good day for him, which meant his chair was folded up in the break room and he sat at a stool behind the register, offering each customer a smile that only Partitio could outshine.

Crick was a head taller than Temenos; as always he wore the letterman jacket he said reminded him of home, the rest of his outfit soft and comfortable. His mousy brown hair was half tied back, and he had a little scruff growing in at his chin. His smile was the kind that made her feel warm and cozy.

“Morning, Castti! How’s the little one? Tem said you found a new hire yesterday. I’m just glad I’m feeling well enough to be in today. That’ll give you some space to show her the ropes while Partitio and I keep things running smooth.”

“An adorable handful, as always. She’ll be excited to see you after school. She’s still going on about the wheelie you showed her last weekend.” She paused, eyes flicking towards the door as she hesitated. It wasn’t too late. She could go home, tell Partitio she was under the weather. She sighed, shaking her head. Damn that white haired bastard. “What time does she start?”

“Uhhh… an hour and a half. Tem wanted to give her some time to get used to this before most of the students are through with class.”

Castti nodded. An hour and a half. She’d be fine. She was worrying over nothing

Annnnnd I wrote some more. What the fuck is an update schedule. Full piece on Ao3!

#octopath 2 #octopath traveler 2 #octopath fic #octopath 2 fic #octopath 2 fanfic #fanfic crosspost #full piece on ao3 #ao3fic #castti florenz #partitio yellowil #crick wellsley #throné anguis #throne/castti #sapphic

[paper-n-ashes]

The First Move

Characters: Steven Grant x Female Reader (with a small cameo from ultimate wingman Marc Spector)

Words: 3.6k

Warnings/Tags: Explicit sexual content (18+ MINORS DNI), kinda subby Steven/dominant female dynamic, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected P in V, creampie

Author’s Note: I haven’t written anything in three billion years but here’s this thing I wrote. It’s about as canon-divergent as I can physically cope with, set before Steven meets Marc for the first time but he’s there. It’s a little fluffier than what I usually dive into but I’m still a whore so of course smut comes with the meal. (The Marc-focused part 2 of this story can be found here!)

~

“Earl grey, two sugars?” you asked sweetly to the man stepping towards the counter. Steven, undoubtedly your most cherished regular, a name you’d learned from the small badge he continually seemed to forget about taking off outside the confines of his job.

He let out a muted kind of laugh, nodding, not able to have his eyes reach yours.

Oh. Today was a no eye-contact day.

You tried your best to hold back your concern whilst processing his payment, not needing to say the price out loud. “I’ll have it ready for you in a jiffy.”

There was the whisper of an appreciative smile in his lips, but it quickly faded as he walked away, his stare securely trained to the floor. Steven was here every Friday evening, his order never straying from the one single beverage as he sat at his usual table. A window seat, watching the night play out before him in passersby.

In the months since his first visit to this tiny little café, you’d come to spend each week looking forward to this moment, when the clock struck 5:15, expectant of his kind face and curled hair coming through the door. Every interaction was different, and slightly unpredictable. Initially he was simply… cautious. Almost excessively reserved, barely able to fixate his pupils on any part of you. Slowly, you could see the familiarity and comfort grow. He began to return your smiles, speak with words and not movements, linger in conversation rather than want to flee from it.

On the good days, where the anxiety that always appeared to cling to him relaxed its hold, you would delicately initiate some casual conversation. His work, his hobbies, his family – each fragment of information willingly given a precious piece of his puzzle you felt a bizarre impulse to solve. The day he’d posed his own question back had left you nearly too flustered to answer properly. All he’d asked is how long you’d been working here, and you’d never been more excited.

You hoped one day he’d ask a very specific question. If he could see you at a different time, in a different setting. Amongst other people, or alone. Whatever he wanted, whatever he felt most comfortable with. Your fear of pushing him too far out that zone stopped you from asking the question yourself. You just hoped he would, when he was ready.

So now, seeing Steven almost completely revert to his old self, was a little disheartening. He’d slipped back into this kind of state a few times – on the bad days - but never quite this far. Glancing over while you readied the small tea set, he seemed troubled, a flustered kind of kinetic energy seeming to radiate from his sitting figure.

“Busy day at the art gallery?” you asked softy while setting down the porcelain teapot at his front.

Your voice had startled him, breaking him out of a peculiar trance. And he still couldn’t look at you. “Busy. Yeah. Always busy.”

You could have easily walked away, his dismissive answer a clear sign he wasn’t in the mood for a chat today. But a heavy feeling in your chest made you linger, noting the crumpled way in which Steven sat into his chair, like he wanted to appear as small as possible. Something was wrong.

“Is everything okay?”

His head turned, finally lifting his face to meet yours. His expression was tense, forcefully blank, lips set in a hard line. There was only slightly more emotion to be seen in his eyes, a subtle fear within them you were sure you’d never encountered before.

“Fine. Just fine,” he stumbled out, the words coming out unnaturally fast. “Thanks for the tea. It looks… hot.”

There was a twitch of disgust he had at his own comment, and it made you relieved. The Steven you’d come to know was still there, underneath the shroud of distress covering every inch of him right now.

“Just let me know if there’s anything else you need, okay?”

You hoped he would see past the face value of your words, that he might see you as a safe haven in a world you also found a little too overwhelming at times. And while your offer was never claimed as the evening wore on, you’d occasionally peered over to see him quietly studying your movements. Each time you met his gaze with the the same warm smile before he quickly redirected himself away to his long cold tea.

It was difficult not to let the disappointment swallow you whole when Steven, quite uncharacteristically, didn’t even look your way before briskly setting off home. Usually you would have been filled with a bubbly warmth as the door bells tingled, right after the recurring “Laters, gators!” farewell you’d become so accustomed to. Without it, the tinkling metal sound was positively jarring. It made you worry. Did something happen? Had you done something wrong? Was this little fixation you’d centered on one man hopelessly one sided?

These questions continued to control most of your attention as closing time finally arrived, with you being the sole person left under the dimmed lights. With the coffee machine cleaned and prepped for a new morning you’d be waking to greet, you were about to take the keys into your hand when a shrill tone rung into the silent space. The telephone. Who the hell is calling here at this time of night?

It was out of genuine curiosity you scuffled over to the handset instead of letting it go to voicemail, not having a recognizable number show on the small display. Force of habit made your voice delve into its higher pitch as you spouted off the usual greeting with your name, the other line initially filled with a bizarre static alongside its silence.

“Hello?” you repeated. “Is there anyone there?”

Again, nothing. Just static.

“Look we’re already closed, and I’d really like to go home-”

“You need to make the first move.”

The voice stilted you off balance, frozen into as much stillness as the room around you. It was deep, blazoned with intention and… American? What the hell?

“I’m sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong number-”

“With Steven. You’re gonna need to make the first move,” the voice reiterated, somewhat forcefully. “He’s not going to do it himself.”

The mention of his name made you physically recoil, peering around in the almost darkness. “Who the hell is this? Have you been watching me?”

“I’m a… friend of Steven’s. And I’m just trying to… help.”

You should have been more concerned about the complete stranger making it his business to call your workplace at 10pm on a Friday evening with such a cryptic message, but there was suddenly a prospect of hope weaving its way around your chest.

“Wait, has he talked to you about me?”

A pleased exhale crinkled through the speaker. “In his own way, yeah. It’s… kinda complicated. And not important. Look, you’ve both waited long enough, and you and I both know he’s not exactly the brave type.”

To his credit, the stranger must actually know Steven to make this kind of comment, a frustratingly correct one at that. “Who says I’ve been waiting? You don’t even know if I’m interested in him like that.”

“You haven’t hung up yet,” the voice said succinctly. “I think that says a lot.”

Damn. He’d got you. Prick.

“Okay, let’s say I am,” you conceded, leaning into the counter. “What are you implying I do about it?”

“I already told you – make the first move. How you do that? Well, that’s your choice. But I can’t keep watching him slowly turn insane for not being able to ask you on a simple god damn date.”

The heart rhythm that followed was loud in your ears, thumping through your limbs. “Is that true? He’s wanted to ask me out, all this time?”

“He’s wanted to do more than that, trust me,” the stranger grumbled, almost in a huff.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t worry about it.” A piercing alarm rung out on the other line. “Shit. Time’s up. Okay, I’m going to give you his address. What you do next is your decision, but let me tell you, being bold wouldn’t be the worst option.”

The voice didn’t give you time to reply before he was rattling off a street and apartment number, having to hastily write it over your forearm as the monotone beep of an ended call repeated over and over.

The air felt colder as you set the phone down, little wisps of ice creeping over your skin in direct contrast to the heat beginning to flourish from your insides.

He needed you to be bold? Oh, you could be bold.

*

Steven woke with a jolt, the restraints at his ankles making a rattling sound against the hardwood bedposts. Shit, he’d fallen asleep again. Maybe he should’ve made that switch to coffee by now.

Ugh, no, the heart palpitations weren’t worth it.

To his relief, the sky outside his window was still draped in blackness. Maybe his body hadn’t had enough time to try and wander yet. A quick glance at his phone screen told him it was just past 10:30pm, long after a safeguard alarm should have woken him from any accidental nap. Once again the memory of deactivating it wasn’t one his brain allowed him to keep.

It was getting harder to keep himself awake, that was clear. Every night he was drifting off sooner and sooner, always working at half capacity during waking hours without the restful sleep he couldn’t trust himself to have. Short bursts like these seemed to stave off most symptoms of exhaustion, but there was always that lingering headache quietly thumping inside his skull, the same one making his brow furrow as he unshackled himself from his makeshift snare.

A new deepened purple was noticeable under his eyes as he opened the mirrored cabinet of his bathroom, selecting the mildest form of painkillers in his meagre stock. He didn’t need anything making him more drowsy, even when the peace of slumber was the only thing he wanted right now.

Well, except for you.

The thought made his throat tight. All week he’d spent building up courage, rehearsing the perfect lines, curating a persona much more confident than what he knew he was. Casual. Relaxed. Maybe even a little suave.

It all went to bollocks the moment he stepped through the door. One little tinkle of that stupid bell and all his willpower came crumbling down. He couldn’t help it. It was the story of his life. Too chicken shit to even ask a nice girl out to dinner. Could have been simple. Easy. But it never was.

Knock knock knock.

The sound was startling, making Steven jump with an audible peep. A visitor? This late?

Oh who was he kidding, having a visitor ever was a shock in its own right.

Tentatively he tread over to the triple locked door, stripping off the undisturbed tape lining the frame. A breath sat heavy in his lungs as he stood there, heart thrumming to a quickened beat, releasing the exhale in a single, measured progression. Only when there was no more to give, he opened the door.

You.

It was you.

Standing in his hallway. There to see him.

Ahh, right… So he’d never actually woken up. Just stuck in another vivid dream. Seemed about right.

The realisation was deflating, even while his mind instinctively burst with those happy little chemicals it always shot out at the sight of you. It was interesting though, how sharp your visage looked compared to other times you’d shown up in his dreaming, wearing an expression of eager impatience.

“Hi,” you greeted, your voice unusually clear. And positively giddy. “I hope this is okay. Me just showing up here.”

Knowing you were just a figment of his mind’s conjuring caused him not to question your presence, or how you came to find his address, instead starting to feel a grateful smile spread across his face. “Yeah. Yeah definitely it’s fine. Brilliant actually.”

Your face radiated even more joy, almost a little disbelieving. “It is?”

In his dreaming Steven was starkly more honest than his real life, making it an easy task to answer, “There’s no one else I’d be happier openin’ my door to.”

There was a change in your features after he said the words, a change maybe only Steven would have been able to recognise after so much time looking to you from afar. Jaw tightened, eyebrows cinched ever so slightly. An expression of certainty, of conviction.

Two sets of fingers reached out to grab at his shirt, feet stumbling under him as a hurried connection occurred between your lips and his.

A kiss. You were kissing him. And it felt so… real?

Seconds moved on while Steven’s mind desperately tried to catch up, your mouth beginning to move over his with a fragile balance of hesitancy and greed. It took far longer than he would have preferred to respond in the same way, eventually syncing into the rhythm you’d set, the rigidity in his limbs settling into an embrace with yours. This certainly wasn’t the first time he’d imagined your first kiss, awake or otherwise, but there was something wholly distinct about the one he was experiencing now.

There was heat radiating from where his skin touched yours. A minty tang when his tongue slipped into your mouth. Your distinctive floral perfume sweeping his senses with every inhale.

When a hand slipped over the line of his cheekbone, nails softly scratching into his hair to pull his face closer, it finally clicked.

He broke away from you with a jerk, clutching at your upper arms. “Hold on a minute, you’re real?”

You seemed to need a moment to collect yourself, frankly looking a little dizzy from the sudden retraction. “What? What do you mean I’m real?”

“You’re here? Right now? At my apartment?”

Your nose wrinkled as you scrutinized his utter disbelief. “You literally just opened the door to me.”

“But… But I…” There was that same annoying delay Steven suffered from his brain to his mouth, his thoughts too jumbled to properly curate a sentence. “I thought… I thought that I was dreaming. I dream lot you know. And with you showin’ up here, I just assumed…” He shook you, needing to feel the full weight of you wobble back and forth. “But you’re here. You’re… really here. Right?”

For long, worrying, seconds your expression remained in its state of questioning alarm, blinking a few times to let your eyes focus again. As the narrowing pupils flitted over Steven’s face, he saw how a tempered smirk began to appear.

“Would you like me to show you that I’m real?”

In all honestly, he wasn’t entirely sure what you meant. But the tempting sparkle in your stare had him quickly nodding along to your offer. Immediately you had his heels skidding along the dusty, wood floor, maneuvering him backwards towards the unmade bed.

He might have worried you could notice the pysch-ward shackles still loitering at his bed posts, or the thick layer of sand crunching under your shoes, yet your attention was acutely fixed on pushing him into the mattress to sit, leaning down to secure him in an even more decadent kiss than the first.

Steven didn’t quite know what to do with his hands, having the odd reflex to claw them into your flesh but refraining from doing so in the fear of being, as most in his life would recite, a little too much. So he did his best to smother those reckless instincts, settling to merely drift his palms up your thighs to feel the curve, almost making to your rear when you began to sink down to the floor.

Fucking hell, you were on your knees. Between his. Trying to unlock his belt.

Impulse took over again as his own hands flew down to aid in your effort, working in tandem to unlock and shimmy down his starched trousers, his boxers being clutched along with them until he was on show for you. Fully and completely. So hard it hurt.

He might have let this kind of vulnerable state – one in which it’d been years since he’d faced – jump to overwhelm him, turning to escape in any way possible. But with you, gaping at his erection like it had taken the wind right out your lungs, the fear was purged from his body in a rolling wave, humbly sitting in anticipation for your next action.

Every nerve in his body lit up a spark when you gripped a hand around the base of his cock, already pulling a frantic rasp out his chest when the tip of your tongue swirled around the head. The sound swiftly transformed into a heated groan when you slithered your lips down the breadth of his shaft, enveloping as much length of him as you could adequately handle.

Up and down you started to move, slow by any usual means but quick enough for Steven to shudder through each breath he took, pangs of pleasure ricocheting through his lower limbs. Truly he wasn’t sure how he kept it together, watching your lips glide up and down his now glistening dick, your tongue swirling at the underside in a way he didn’t know existed until this very minute.

In fact, no, he couldn’t keep it together.

“F-fuck,” he choked. “Jesus fucking christ. I need to… I don’t want this to be over until…”

With a subtle gasp you retreated, wiping away the spittle from your chin, looking up to Steven with a single question coded in your stare.

Again his agreement wasn’t verbal, just a rushed bob of his head, very nearly the epitome of subservience. That’s all he wanted to be for you. The vessel of your pleasure.

Just as he answered without words, you responded with your movements, standing only to slink down the pants you wore, stripping off the rest of your ensemble as you straddled onto his lap. Gods, he wished he might have had the chance to glide a thumb over your bare nipple, but you were already reaching down…

And there it was, heaven.

Or as close as he’d felt it.

A moan of synchronicity occurred as you slid down to the hilt of Steven’s cock, clenching around it as you leaned in to kiss him, both palms clutching at his jaw. Nothing could have prepared him for the way you began to grind yourself over his full length, your hips determining their own unique pattern and pace.

Thrills of ecstasy began to riddle through him as your whines became louder with each stoke, each one gliding over with an impossibly smooth friction. No matter how hard he wanted to fight it, the point of no return dragged even closer.

He tried to think of anything that might stave off the inevitable climax. Sand. Mummified human remains. The annoying little beep his barcode scanner made during inventory nights ringing over and over-

“It’s… okay. Just let go,” you hummed into his ear.

“It hasn’t… Shit… It’s not been long enough,” he heaved, occasionally interrupted with shuddering moans he had no control over keeping tamed. “For you… It’s not been long enough for you.”

He could feel the crease of your smile at his cheek, in addition to a pronounced tightening around him down below. “Please Steven. Just let it happen. I want it. I need it.”

Your words, the sincerity in which you spoke them, broke apart all the resolve he had. Every muscle seemed to flex as a somewhat violent orgasm ruptured from his core outwards, continuing flashes of pleasure rolling in aftershocks as he emptied himself inside you. There were hissing curses he didn’t quite himself speak when your thrusting didn’t immediately slow, milking every ounce of fluid from him to your deepest part.

Oh god, was he supposed to do that? No one had ever let him do that before. It was so… warm. In fact, his whole body felt a similar kind of mellowed heat. This sort of afterglow was different to the ones following solo endeavors. More potent and endlessly more relieving.

And here he was laying there like a knob, not affording you the same sensation.

Steven frantically reached up grab onto your torso, unable to properly find his footing with his legs dangled over the edge of the bed.

“Hey woah! What are you doing?” you shot out, propping yourself up to look down over him.

“I was tryin’ to, you know, switch us around. Since it’s, well, your turn. And I don’t want to keep you waiting. I just… want to make you feel as good as you made me…”

The grin that spread across your lips made his chest thump. You looked touched. Usually he hated this kind of reaction in people, where they looked at him like some adorable, naïve soul. Although on you it made him feel… treasured.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s really not necessary.”

“It is to me,” he said unwaveringly. “I mean, it just wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t return the favour.”

Again your cheeks plumped with a smile, irises practically dazzling around their widened pupils. You grazed a set of fingers at his hairline, setting some the unruly curls back into place. “You could return it in a different way, while we take a break first?”

“How do you mean?”

“I like… tea.”

Steven let out a roughened chuckle, leaning up on his elbows. “Well I’m not the tea connoisseur of the room, but I think I can handle a brew. How do you take it?”

“Earl grey. Two sugars.”

~

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Spooky Stories to Hold Them Close

Shinobu Kochou x They/Them Reader Modern AU

A/N:  I’ve got camping on the brain so I wrote a camp AU. There is a manga character mentioned in here but I morph them a bit to fit what I’m going for so I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Please enjoy!  Shinobu: If there are any spirits out here tonight tell me, does this sound like Shakira? lolay lolay lo- 

Word Count: 4,821

It was summer again, and (Y/n) groaned as they removed their camp issued baseball cap to swipe at the sweat that had accumulated over their brow. Not even the cheap material could save them from the intense heat of the day. God, they would kill to be back at the counselor’s cabin to enjoy just a smidge of AC but no, instead they were out with the unruly boys of Cabin K, making sure that they carried out their punishment of hard labor after causing a food fight in the mess hall.

“Come on boys, those canoes better be sparkling if you’re going to be taking your sweet time like this.” (Y/n) called, fanning themself with their hat.

“There’s a spider in this one!” Zenitsu cried. “This is so gross, there’s no way anyone’s ever cleaned these before!”

“Don’t worry Zenitsu, I’ll get it.” Tanjirou smiled earnestly.

(Y/n) felt bad for that kid. He was such an enabler though. The others looked up to him and respected him a lot. Who knows how much better it be if he knocked their heads more often. But because of his soft and nurturing demeanor, Tanjirou was always getting caught up in his cabin mates’ shenanigans. Speaking of which...

“Inosuke! If so much as a toe goes in that water you’ll be at the craft table with the junior kids making macaroni art until the only color you know yellow!” (Y/n) warned.

A strangled wail mixed with a roar left the boy’s mouth, the sound didn’t even sound like it could come from a human being. It was like that boy was a feral boar. Given how he’s kept coming back year after year, he may as well be just that.

“It’s hot! I’ll wash the boat in the lake!” He yelled, pulling the canoe closer to the sandy beach.

“Inosuke I’m serious! Macaroni art! That, and I’ll call your mother!” (Y/n) yelled back.

“Damn you and your sick threats!”

“My, still at it are we?”

(Y/n) sighed, turning with a tight smile towards Shinobu as their fellow counselor came up beside them. They tried not to let their eyes wander too long over the expanse of soft looking skin Shinobu’s shorts left exposed.

“Yeah, and as you can see, Tomioka ditched me to go help Sabito with something.” (Y/n) huffed, returning a watchful eye over Inosuke as he dragged the canoe back up to the others.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Shinobu tutted, stepping closer to rub (Y/n)’s back as a sign of sympathy. The proximity brought the scent of sunscreen and damp earth to (Y/n)’s nose. It was an intoxicating scent that (Y/n) had grown to associate with Shinobu always.

“Yeah, are you getting ready for swim lessons right now? Tradesies?” They asked hopefully, mustering up the best puppy dog eyes they could make. They only succeeded in making Shinobu laugh though, which honestly, wasn’t a bad constellation prize.

“Mm, no, sorry. You’re not the only one wanting to get relief from this heatwave.” Shinobu pinched the front of her shirt pulling at it to circulate some airflow. A motion (Y/n) definitely did not follow with their eyes.

“I did grab you and the boys some water though.” Shinobu said, digging into the drawstring bag that was slung over her shoulder and presenting (Y/n) with four bottles of cold water. “And to think I purposfully didn’t get one for Tomioka and he isn’t even here to stare off into the middle distance. Such a waste.”

“You’re such a bully sometimes, you know that?” (Y/n) chuckled, placing all bottles at their feet except for one, “remind me to stay on your good side.”

“You’d really be on my good side if you came to the counselor fire after the kids turn in. The theme is Fright Night, sponsored by yours truly,” Shinobu winked playfully.

Immediately (Y/n) felt a tad ill. “Fright Night?”

“Yes!” Shinobu nodded, a small, yet very excited grin on her face, “it’ll be held at Hangman’s Clearing, of course, a full night of frightening tales and games by the fire... and delicious treats! Provided Mitsuri doesn’t eat them all on the way. You’ll come, right?”

(Y/n) wasn’t particularly fond of the supernatural or chilling tales of murder or other dark themes. In fact, it would be fair to say they loathed them. They hated being scared and this themed get together should have had (Y/n) running in the opposite direction. ‘Should have’ being the key in this situation.

Shinobu looked so hopeful, waiting expectantly for (Y/n)’s reply. It would be impossible to say no to that face. A face that (Y/n) looked forward to seeing every summer and was always desperately looking for an excuse to see as often as possible. It couldn’t be that bad, right? (Y/n) could handle a few spooks in exchange for hanging out with Shinobu all night. Yeah, they could do this.

“It’s not a trick question, (Y/n). A simple yes or no would suffice.” Shinobu teased. “Though if it helps sway your decision at all, it would make me really happy if you would come.”

And with that, (Y/n)’s fate was sealed.

“Okay, sure, yeah, I’ll come.” (Y/n) bashfully agreed, their heartbeat picking up in pace at Shinobu’s delighted giggle.

“Great! I’ll see you at the clearing at ten. Don’t be late or,” she suddenly latched on to (Y/n)’s arm, startling them, “the ghosts will get you!”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” (Y/n) laughed weakly. Their skin tingling from where Shinobu had grabbed them.

“I better get to the beach, the kids are getting antsy.” Shinobu said before proceeding to pull her shirt over her head. She was wearing her swimsuit of course, but still. (Y/n) nearly had an aneurysm because of the casual reveal. “See you later, (Y/n).”

“Sssseee you. Bye. Thanks for the water.” (Y/n) then made themselves busy by taking several sips of said water.

“Anytime,” Shinobu’s eyes traveled past (Y/n)’s body before returning to them with a sympathetic smile, “looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you.”

“Huh?” (Y/n) squinted before their eyes blew wide and they jerked their head back in the direction of the canoes. “Tanjirou, why is there a canoe in that tree! I swear I can’t leave you guys alone for two minutes!” (Y/n) stalked over to the boys and Shinobu watched their back, laughing as (Y/n) ran up to Inosuke and tackled him to the ground before he could scale the tree with another canoe.

***

Night fell much too quickly after a full day of scheduled activities and once all the campers had retired to their cabins for curfew, (Y/n) knew their time to mentally prepare for the counselor fire had run out. At least they hadn’t had to walk to the clearing themself, as they had bumped into Mitsuri and Iguro at the edge of the forest entrance.

Iguro seemed miffed that his alone time with the bubbly counselor had been interrupted but Mitsuri was all too happy to catch up with (Y/n) about their day as they walked to Hangman’s Clearing.

Soon the light of a fire could be seen between the trees and they met up with the other counselors who had decided to join in. Sitting around the fire, (Y/n) saw Kyoujurou and Tengen talking to each other while poking at the fire. (Y/n) frowned, wondering where Shinobu was.

“Boo!”

It took everything in (Y/n)’s power to swallow the scream that threatened to spill from their mouth as arms wrapped around them from behind. Instead it turned into a pitiful and embarrassing squeak. (Y/n) wasn’t sure which would have been better.

“Oh dear, (Y/n). Did I startle you? I’m sorry.” Shinobu released (Y/n) from her hold and patted their shoulder.

“It’s okay!” (Y/n) promised, not wanting Shinobu to feel bad. “Besides, that’s kind of the point of tonight, isn’t it?”

“Right! I’m glad you could come (Y/n). I didn’t know if you liked scary things.” Shinobu said as they followed Mitsuri and Iguro to the fire.

“Yeah...” (Y/n) replied, lying against their better judgment. They just wanted Shinobu to think they were cool, impress her somehow maybe. “Horror is.. great.”

“Is this it?” Tengen asked, leaning his back against a sturdy log.

“Yes. Gyomei is staying behind to keep an ear out for the kids, as are Sabito and Tomioka. Sanemi said the whole thing wasn’t worth his time.” Shinobu explained as she took her own seat at the fire, motioning for (Y/n) to sit next to her.

“Did you even really invite Tomioka?” Tengen snorted.

“Of course I did, but as you all know, Tomioka is a wet blanket so he declined and Sabito decided to stay with him.” Shinobu clapped her hands against her thighs, “Now, enough about them. Let’s get the festivities started, shall we? Mitsuri, you brought the goods?”

“I sure did!” Mitsuri cheered, taking the nearly overflowing backpack she had been toting off of her shoulders. It landed in the dirt with a heavy thud. “I’ve got s’more fixings, jiffy pop, chips, sodas, water, hotdogs...”

“Wow Mitsuri, you really went all out. How did you carry it all?” (Y/n) marveled.

Mitsuri flexed one of her biceps, smacking the muscle with her hand. “Strength, pure will power and an intense love of all things delicious!” She said, her lips curled into an adorable smile.

The counselor fire started out great. For the first hour they all talked and ate, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the twinkle of the stars, laughing with each other as they recalled the memories that they had made over the years.

But like anything else, the conversation dried to a slow trickle and most of the food had been polished off. The once hearty blaze of the fire was now a low flame with glowing embers. Shinobu took it as her cue to begin the main event.

(Y/n) blinked at the sudden brightness that flashed beside them. They squinted against the light and saw that Shinobu was brandishing a flashlight, highlighting her face for a moment before moving the light to cast shadows over the sinister smile growing across her face.

“Anyone have a scary story they’d like to share or are you all content to dive into the main event?” Shinobu asked, placing her free hand confidently over her chest.

“Oo! I got one, Shinobu! Pick me!” Mitsuri called, calling out in her seat beside Iguro.

“Alright, catch!” Shinobu tossed the flashlight to Mitsuri who caught it with an excited squee.

“Okay, so, um.. oh! Once, there was this girl who woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t go back to sleep. She decided that she wanted a midnight snack and remembered that there was still a piece of her favorite raspberry cheesecake left. A perfect creamy treat! She could practically taste it already.”

Mitsuri wiggled on the log, leaning forward in her excitement. Light from the fire illuminated the green tips of her hair making them appear to glow.

“So she got out of her warm and comfy bed and crept into the dark, cold hallway, thump thump thump, and down the squeaky stairs, squeak squawk squeak, until she finally made it to the kitchen.

Mitsuri reached out towards the fire with her free hand and made a motion like grabbing a door, slowly pulling it back.

“She opened the refrigerator door and then—“ Mitsuri slapped her hand down upon her thigh with startling force, “to her absolute horror, she remembered that she had eaten the last piece of cheesecake at lunch the previous day! There was no more cheesecake to be had, and she had to settle for confetti cake ice cream when what she was really craving was the cheesecake!”

Mitsuri shook her head sorrowfully, and Iguro rubbed a soothing hand over her back while she collected herself.

“The end.” Mitsuri finished, clicking the flashlight off.

“Haha! Good one Mitsuri. The emotion behind your tale made it feel so real!” Kyoujirou loudly proclaimed. Shinobu giggled from her seat beside (Y/n) who also couldn’t help but laugh as well.

“It was real!” Mitsuri said seriously. “It happened to me just a couple weeks ago!” she shuddered.

“I don’t know, that was hardly scary Kanroji.” Tengen shrugged.

“I’d like to see you do better!” Mitsuri pouted.

“I could, but I’d rather let Kochou get on with her activities. Her knee is bouncing. Impatient, Kochou?”

“Ha ha! That it is!” Kyoujirou laughed.

“I can wait,” Shinobu countered, her leg ceased its bouncing due to being caught. “Does anyone else want to share a story?”

A chorus of head shakes met Shinobu’s question and she shrugged, a sly smiling curling at her lips.

“Very well then, Mitsuri, the flashlight please.”

“You got it!” Mitsuri cheered, tossing the light back to Shinobu.

Shinobu clicked the light back on, her eyes roamed over her audience one by one.

“Have you all heard of the serial killer Douma the Cannibal?” Shinobu asked.

“Of course,” Iguro spoke up. “He killed at least seventy women throughout the 1910s until well into the 1920s. However, their still connecting cold case murders to him even now. Some experts believe he could have killed well over two hundred. A really despicable monster to say the least.”

“Very true.” Shinobu nodded solemnly, “His parents ran a cult, believing he was some kind of messiah or deity. They let him do whatever he wished. It started with the killings of small animals but quickly escalated once that had lost its appeal. We don’t know much of motivations, but it’s believed he killed simply because he enjoyed it. Famously developing a taste for his victims after he ran out of places to store them.”

(Y/n) shivered, clutching themself in a hug as they waited for Shinobu to continue. This was worse than any old ghost story, the girl beside them was talking about an actual person! Well, at least he was dead right? Right?

“He was apprehended right here in this very clearing actually.” Shinobu said, looking around at the dark forest that surrounded them “The mob hung him, strung him up in one of these trees, hence the name Hangman’s Clearing.”

(Y/n) swallowed thickly. Why here, he couldn’t be dead someplace else? And they made a fucking summer camp here, what the actual fuck? Suddenly the woods seemed much more sinister.

“He deserved it of course,” Shinobu continued with a sigh, “but just think of what we could have learned if they chained him up instead. There are still many bodies unaccounted for. But perhaps,” Shinobu turned to (Y/n), making them jump a little as her hand slid behind them to pick up a box.

“But perhaps tonight, in the field where he gasped for his last breaths, we can learn something from beyond.”

Oh hell to the fucking no. She was holding a goddamn ouija board and matching planchette.

(Y/n) felt the hairs on the back of their neck rise to attention. There was no way, how could they get themself out of this? Calling upon the spirit of a serial killer was not what they had signed up for. Everyone else however, seemed to lean in and stare with excitement at the prospect, even Mitsuri quickly hopped out of her seat to sit on Shinobu’s other side.

“Oo, oo! Shinobu what a good idea!” she cheered.

A good idea? Mitsuri, honey, what is wrong with you, respectfully. (Y/n) held their face in their hand. That girl had been their only chance of escape, but she seemed just as invested as everyone else!

“Thank you, let’s get this set up then, shall we?” Shinobu grinned.

Tengen and Kyoujirou pushed the logs around into a makeshift table and everyone kneeled around it. Shinobu placed the board and planchette neatly in the middle, beckoning everyone to place a finger on the planchette.

(Y/n) jolted to attention as Shinobu placed her hand over theirs, giving them a questioning glance.

“(Y/n), are you still with us?” She teased.

“Yeah, sorry.” They gulped, watching in dismay as Shinobu smiled at them and pulled their hand up to the board, curling all fingers but one and playfully pushing it against the planchette before placing her own over the wood. There was no getting out of this.

Shinobu then went on about how the board worked and what not, (Y/n) didn’t really listen, too busy trying to find their happy place and pretend they weren’t there.

“Are there any spirits with us tonight?” Shinobu asked, pulling (Y/n) out of their head at the most inopportune moment.

At first there was no movement, for which (Y/n) was thankful, but ever so slowly the planchette did move.

“K-Kyou, you aren’t pushing it are you?” (Y/n) couldn’t help but ask.

“Not at all my friend!” Kyoujirou heartily replied as the planchette continued moving in (Y/n)’s direction.

The fact that it was moving in their direction wasn’t the issue, but rather the fact that (Y/n)’s corner of the board had ‘yes’ written on it.

“Ah, a yes! This is so exciting!” Mitsuri wiggled.

“Nice, how flamboyant!” Tengen added, pumping his free fist.

“What is your name spirit?” Shinobu continued.

(Y/n) let out a shaky breath as the planchette moved away from them. Watching with dread as it skimmed across the board.

‘D’

‘O’

‘U’

‘M’

‘A’

Fuck.

“Where are the victims you buried in these woods, you worthless, demonic bastard?” Shinobu tensed beside (Y/n), concentrating heavily on the board, her tone was commanding as she demanded an answer.

(Y/n) would have found it extremely attractive if they weren’t already scared out of their mind. The taunting of a serial killer ghost was the last thing they wanted to be a part of. Especially if they were talking demons, (Y/n) was too young to die like this. Well, they’d never be at an age where death by demon possession would seem favorable, but that was not the point!

The planchette moved across several letters and (Y/n) lost track of what was being spelled out. Which was just as well, ignorance is bliss after all, right? They waited for the others to figure it out with bated breath.

“Follow the sounds of the woods and we’ll find the signs, hm?” Iguro muttered. “Sounds like a trap.”

“What does it matter? Not like ghosts exist anyway. This is all a part of the ambiance, right Shinobu?” Tengen laughed, laying back on his forearms.

“I wasn’t pushing the planchette if that’s what you are suggesting, Uzui.” Shinobu answered seriously. “But if anyone else wants to confess to it, by all means don’t waste our time.”

“I didn’t!” Mitsuri denied while Iguro shook his head.

“I didn’t either.” (Y/n) also spoke up, an undetectable tremor pulled at their vocal chords.

“Nor have I!” Kyoujirou boomed.

“Then there is only one way to know for sure that this is all legitimate,” Shinobu said, brandishing the small lantern she had lit to illuminate the board, “we break off and search the surrounding woods.”

“Break off? Like, search in the dark alone?” (Y/n) couldn’t help but ask for clarification. Couldn’t they all just head back to the cabins together and watch a movie on Tengen’s smuggled DVD player and forget this whole mess?

“No, not alone,” Shinobu smiled, looping her free arm through (Y/n)’s, “that would be too dangerous. Pairs would be better.”

“I’m going with Kanroji.” Iguro immediately declared. Mitsuri wiggled and clapped, happy to go with him.

“Guess that leaves you and me,” Tengen grinned, fist bumping Kyoujirou, “let’s kick some ghost ass!”

“Yes!” Kyoujirou enthusiastically replied.

“Great, then it’s decided!” Shinobu nodded, squeezing (Y/n)’s arm closer to her as she stood up, pulling them up with her. “Meet back here in half an hour?”

A range of approvals sounded and once they synced up their watches (since phones weren’t allowed at camp), the three separate pairs went off in different directions into the dark woods.

(Y/n) used to love these woods, coming back summer after summer, it was one of the things they looked forward to every year. It only took about twenty minutes for them to learn to hate it as Shinobu led them through the bramble and roots by lantern light.

“You’re being awfully quiet, something on your mind?” Shinobu asked after an owl hooted in the distance, startling (Y/n) a bit.

“No, I’m just,” (Y/n) made a vague gesture with their hands, “concentrating, I guess.” They finished lamely.

Shinobu hummed in amusement, “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. It is all rather exciting isn’t it? I hope we find something.”

“Mhmm.” (Y/n) forced a smile as Shinobu looked over her shoulder at them. It quickly fell from their face once Shinobu turned to face front again, guiding (Y/n) further down the darkened path.

(Y/n) had never been more tense in their life. They didn’t know if they were thankful for Shinobu’s commentary as they kept walking or if they wanted her to be quiet so they could hear any approaching threat. Whatever the case, they kept their mouth shut. Only answering Shinobu with one word responses, affirming or negative noises or just the shake or nod of their head when Shinobu would look back at them. If Shinobu thought it odd, she didn’t comment on her fellow counselor’s behavior.

After awhile, (Y/n) attempted to pretend they were somewhere else again. Still with Shinobu, but somewhere nice like an amusement park or a beach at sunset... maybe sunrise instead. (Y/n) was jostled from their musings when Shinobu stopped suddenly, causing (Y/n) to bump into her.

“Did you hear that?” She whispered, spiking (Y/n) blood pressure through the roof.

“No.” They squeaked.

“Listen.” Shinobu hushed, pulling (Y/n) down to their knees, they both crouched to the ground, listening so hard their ears were buzzing.

A snapping of a branch in the distance, the rustle of leaves.

“What,” (Y/n) swallowed, “what was that?” They whispered.

“Shhh,” Shinobu exhaled, covering (Y/n)’s lips with her fingers as she continued to listen.

It was quiet again, and as Shinobu gave up on listening and removed her fingers from over (Y/n)’s mouth—

“KYYYYAAAAAHHHH!”

A loud scream could be heard far off in the trees, then everything went quiet again for all of three seconds before (Y/n) absolutely lost it.

“Oh my god!” They gasped, clutching Shinobu’s arm tightly to their chest, their eyes wide and unfocused. “Oh my god, that sounded like Mitsuri! Oh god, oh fuck! Shit!”

“(Y/n)?” Shinobu looked at them, a bewildered expression molding her face as she observed their sudden outburst. She quickly moved to comfort them though, setting the lantern down to hug them, rubbing their back as it shuddered with ragged breaths. “Hey, it’s alright. You’re okay.”

“For now!” (Y/n) frantically retorted. “It’s only a matter of time before whatever got Mitsuri and Iguro come for us!”

“(Y/n), wait—“ Shinobu tried to calm them, but they just kept spiraling.

“Why did I agree to this? I should have left the second you took out that ouija board, but no! I stayed just so I could spend more time with you and now we’re gonna be murdered by a demon serial killer ghost before I could finally work up the courage to ask you out!”

“(Y/n)!” Shinobu tried again, speaking a bit sharper this time, forcing (Y/n) to look at her and hoping to calm them with her attentions. “Hey, we’re going to be alright. You’re alright. Listen to me, okay? I set this all up.”

“Huh?” (Y/n) weakly croaked.

“I messed with the ouija board. We weren’t really communicating with anything. I planned for us to split off into groups. We heard Mitsuri scream because—“

“Who’s ready to die!?” A loud maniacal laugh sounded behind them and a chainsaw roared to life.

(Y/n) screamed, otherwise paralyzed in Shinobu’s embrace. Their head tucked under Shinobu’s with their cheek pressed snugly against her chest as they waited for the chainsaw blade to tear through their skin.

“Sanemi, turn that off right now! Stop, damn you!” Shinobu yelled over the noise.

“Okay, okay!” the false murderer, Sanemi, turned off the whirring blade with a tisk. “I was only following your own instructions, Kochou. Why are you looking at me like I was really gonna... oh damn, are they okay?” Sanemi winced, gesturing at (Y/n) quivering in Shinobu’s arms like a leaf.

“Do they look okay to you?” Shinobu huffed, more angry at herself than Sanemi. She continued rubbing at (Y/n)’s back, trying to coax them out of their tight ball while Sanemi stood by awkwardly at the side, rubbing his neck and looking into the woods.

“I’ll uh, gather everybody up and take ‘em back to camp.” Sanemi eventually spoke up. “You have things all under control here?”

“Yes, please go. Thank you Sanemi.” Shinobu shooed him off, not even looking away from (Y/n) as she did so. As Sanemi lumbered back into the forest Shinobu continued to help (Y/n) calm down.

“It’ll be okay, you’ll be alright. I’m so sorry. It’s all over now. It’s just you and me and I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.” Shinobu promised. “Can you look at me (Y/n), please?”

Ever so slowly, (Y/n) pulled back. They were still visibly shaken and meek which pulled heavily on Shinobu’s heart.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/n) shuddered, closing in on themself as they looked away from Shinobu, “I ruined your event.”

“Hey, you didn’t ruin anything.” Shinobu spoke in a no-nonsense tone. “I should have noticed you weren’t having a good time.”

“I was having a good time at first. I just really wanted to spend time with you, I thought I could handle it.”

“You can spend time with me whenever you want; all you need to do is ask.” Shinobu smiled softly. “And if anything makes you uncomfortable I want you to tell me right away, okay?”

“Okay,” (Y/n) sniffed.

“I think we’ve spent enough time in the woods tonight.” Shinobu stood, holding her hand out for (Y/n) to take.

“Yeah,” (Y/n) chuckled weakly, accepting the hand and rising to their feet. Shinobu kept her hold on them as she picked up the lantern and guided (Y/n) back to the cabins.

Once they reached the clearing, the other counselors involved in the night’s festivities surrounded them, making sure everything was alright. Mitsuri gave (Y/n) a long, comforting hug while Kyoujirou squeezed their shoulder warmly. Tengen and Iguro shared a few kind sentiments and Sanemi grumbled out a sincere apology for scaring them so badly.

As everyone was turning in to their bunks for the night, Shinobu stopped in front of (Y/n)’s bunk as they were pulling back the covers, waving Tengen’s contraband DVD player in her hand.

“Hey, so, I figured you might have a hard time sleeping tonight. Would you want to watch a movie with me?” She asked.

“Yeah, I think that would help a lot. As long as it’s not horror anyway.” (Y/n) added.

“No, I’ve learned my lesson,” Shinobu shook her head making herself at home in (Y/n)’s bunk as she untangled the ear buds, “a romantic comedy is just about as far from horror as one can get I think.”

(Y/n) tried to give Shinobu her own space, but the small bunk didn’t leave much room for that and Shinobu didn’t seem interested in preserving her personal space anyway. Instead pulling (Y/n) to rest against her side after she set everything up.

“Are you comfortable?” She asked, finger poised over the play button.

“Yeah,” (Y/n) nodded against her shoulder, “thanks.”

“Of course.” Shinobu nodded, pressing play.

As the movie played they quietly made fun of it together and commented on the events as they transpired. Once earning Tengen’s wrath for laughing a little too loud while the rest were trying to sleep.

“You know,” (Y/n) whispered during one of the lulls in the story, “if you wanted to watch a horror movie with me some other time I think I could do it if you stayed by my side like this.” They bashfully admitted.

“Well, there is one coming out that I’d like to see this fall...” Shinobu informed with a teasing smile and (Y/n) scoffed lightly.

“I don’t like how quickly you came up with a plan, but I’ll look forward to it.” They said.

“Hey, it’s still a ways off. I hope to have several tamer dates between now and then.” Shinobu casually dropped.

“You do?” (Y/n)’s face grew warm, “With me?” They added just in case, making Shinobu giggle and nod her head.

“Yes, with you. So think of what you want to do for our next free day.”

(Y/n) grinned and snuggled further into Shinobu’s side.

Eventually they fell asleep while Shinobu’s fingers lightly scratched the back of their neck. She turned off the movie and carefully set the DVD player on the floor below. Then she curled up against (Y/n) and fell asleep as well.

#demon slayer oneshots #demon slayer x reader #kny oneshots #kny x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kocho #shinobu kochou #au

[sugar-quilled]

ron weasley x reader

request

a/n: i slipped from the topic a little bit, pretty sure what i wrote isn't teasing, and if you'd like me to change it just tell me :)

summary: While visiting Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, Ron's clothes get sucked into a machine. All of them, except for his boxers.

genre: comedy and (im not sure if this counts as fluff but) fluff

word count: 1.6k

pronouns: not used

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Diagon Alley was packed, as it always was at the start of a term. Underneath a beautifully clear sky, students were seen hurrying to purchase potion ingredients and new robes. Those that had already purchased the items on their Hogwarts list were seen crowding around a new and extremely flashy building.

The store front was painted in a shocking orange color, with a large figure standing inside a window and tipping his top hat to the surrounding crowd below. In neat, gold printing, the store was identified to be none other than Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

You entered through the door amongst other eager shoppers, and immediately heard a circus-like music, coupled with the chatter of about 50 people.

Shelves on shelves of brightly colored goods and at least 4 oddly built staircases met your eyes. Immediately to your left was a brightly colored display of candy. Your walked closer, and Fred and George Weasley popped out from a counter nearby.

"Taking a look at those nosebleed nougats are you, Y/N?"

"We've got samples over here if you like-"

"Just eat the red and you'll see the red!"

"And one bite of the other side will stop it just like that."

"And fever fudge!"

"There's only a bit of those puking pastilles left, clearly we're due for a restock, Fred."

"Well, Y/N, welcome to our shop and go enjoy yourself! Call us if you need any help and we'll be right by your side in a jiffy. Now come on, George, one kid over there looks mightily suspicious."

You smiled after the twins' backs, not even angry that they hadn't let you get a word in, when you spotted Ron Weasley taking a look at Headless Hats—now on sale for 1 galleon and 8 sickles! Your previous conversation (could you even call it a conversation?) with the twins immediately left your brain and you made your way over.

Ron had been a long time crush of yours. In fact, the two year anniversary of your feelings was yesterday, and you celebrated by having a whole-hearted sobbing fest while your friends stared awkwardly at each other and tried to console you. Not that your friendship wasn't something to be happy about, but Merlin you just wished you could hold his hand. Romantically. You didn't think Ron could ever like you, what with his being best friends with Hermione Granger who was both insanely smart and jaw-droppingly gorgeous.

"Ron! It's nice to see you!"

He immediately swung around and burst into a very toothy grin. "Y/N! It's nice to see you too! What's up?"

You smiled back. "Nothing much! Your brothers' shop is gorgeous! The, uhh, those nosebleed nougats are really fascinating. And you? How was your summer?"

Ron put a headless hat down and strode closer to you to check out a row of punching telescopes. "Quite uneventful, to be honest. But yeah this stuff they came up with? Have you seen the smart-answer quills? Blimey I'd never have to ask Hermione for help again! And those fainting fancies. Reckon Snape'll believe one of those?"

You laughed. "Are you planning to faint during a lecture? It's our N.E.W.T year, you'll need all the information you can get."

Just then, Fred and George appeared right behind you.

"Having a good conversation, Ron?" Fred said cheerfully, elbowing Ron in the ribs—"Ow, Fred leave us alone!"—"Do you two want to check out the back?"

"Just don't steal anything, Y/N," George winked.

"Unless that something is Ron's heart," Fred muttered. Or you thought he muttered. But the twins' expressions had been wiped blank so that you couldn't tell whether Fred had really said it, and Ron had busied himself in untangling two extendable ears, so whether he had blushed or hadn't, you also couldn't tell.

"Lead the way, George!" Fred chortled, and swept away.

"Alright then. Right this way, you two!"

George led you and Ron, whose mouth seemed to be clamped shut, weaving past shelves higher than you to a door at the very back of the store. A small plaque on the door said: "Weasleys Working: In Progress." He twisted open the door, and beckoned both of you in. Right in front of you was a huge lab and packaging station. You could see potions brewing to your right, and to your left, there were two witches packaging a box of puking pastilles.

"So," George started, "welcome to our work station! Y/N, you might have seen a big gray thing over there upon entrance." He pointed. You looked. "That is actually something we've just installed in and its a bit of muggle machinery. Michelle and Rosalyn over there," he nodded towards the two witches, "used to have to do all the wand work manually but this big old thing makes some parts automatic. Quite useful!"

You stared at the big metal machine. There was a sort of chute at one end, and a big pipe leading up and into the ceiling.

"Well, I'll leave you two to it, and Michelle and Rosalyn," he called, "would you mind helping me out in the main area? Fred's left to check on the upstairs, and there's too many people waiting in line for purchasing." George gave Ron a ginormous wink, and left the room. The door swung back and clicked to a close.

You walked over to the muggle machine, very aware of Ron trailing behind you.

"Blimey, that thing's big. What does it even do?"

"I don't know, it looks like something that deposits goods into this bin under it. I'm not really sure where the goods come from though."

Ron circled the massive thing twice, and the second time, he tripped over a wire. Thankfully, he managed to stand himself upright with one hand leaning on the machine.

You laughed at him, and he looked embarrassedly back with a forced chuckle.

Then there was a loud whirring noise, and as Ron turned around in fright, the thing began sucking.

You were wrong. It didn't deposit things. It took them to be deposited.

With a frantic yell and many grabs at a nearby table, Ron's clothes ripped off. The machine sent them rattling through the chute and the whirring noise came to a stop.

Well. Not all of his clothes.

Ron was left standing in a pair of heart adorned boxers. Red hearts.

He tried his best to cover himself, but seeing as he only had two hands and more than two things on display, it was quite difficult.

You realized that you were staring and quickly looked away.

Ron was carefully looking at anywhere but your face.

After quite a long time's silence, your croaked out, "nice boxers, uh... dude," while looking at the ceiling. A giggle escaped despite your attempts at keeping it in, and you were sure Ron's face now matched the color of his hair.

"If you tell this to Gred- I mean, Fred or Gor- George, I'll-" he started shakily, "I'll die."

Seeing as he wasn't threatening you and assuming this meant friendly conversation could be engaged, you stammered, "they really suit you. You know, the red and all. Although I'd suggest a green pair next time. Because of the color wheel and those two are compl-"

Ron had burst into shaky, suppressed laughter.

"Never- never mind my fashion choices, how the bloody hell am I supposed to get my clothes back?"

"Well I don't see why you want them back. I mean think of the ladies you'd get by walking down the street with this lovely attire. Maybe for accessories you can add a bit more red by eating a nosebleed nougat, I'm sure I saw a few when I entered."

Both of you were laughing now, but a yell of shock from upstairs made both of you jolt.

"Oh no, no, no," Ron muttered, darting his eyes around as if trying to find a hiding spot, "Fred's upstairs, he knows what I was wearing, oh no, no-"

The door swung open. Fred was standing in the doorway looking highly amused.

"Ron, I thought you said you'd never wear those! Aunty Muriel will be pleased her present wasn't a waste of money!" Fred exclaimed, striding into the room and circling Ron, who was shaking fiercely. "They do compliment your hair, maybe I'll have to borrow the pair one day."

You choked back a laugh, bursting a vein for sure, when Fred rounded on you.

"I didn't know you two were already on this level of your relationship. Looks like Ron here neglected to tell me some bits!" Fred said cheerfully, waving his wand so that Ron looked perfectly normal again, except that his entire face was now the same color as the hearts on the boxers underneath the normality.

"Well I daresay you two have looked around, I was up there nearly 10 minutes," Fred continued, gesturing towards the door, "and Y/N, regrettably we have no products that erase recent memories-"

"Shut up," Ron muttered, walking towards the door.

"-but the idea is certainly a brilliant one and I'll be sure to start developing it." Fred gave a hearty wink as both Ron and you had exited the room, and closed the door.

You looked at Ron. He looked back.

"Well you know I never said I wanted to erase that memory. You did look quite marvelous."

Ron laughed, though his face still looked like he supported the UK Quidditch team.

"You should really take my suggestion of that green pair, and I wouldn't mind seeing how that looks either."

Both of you doubled over in laughter.

"And," you choked, "a pair of shoes to match wouldn't hurt either, though I daresay you'd rather go barefoot? Shoes shouldn't be worn to bed, after all."

There were definitely tears coming out your eyes now, and the two of you stumbled drunkily, still shaking with laughter, out the shop and down the ever so full streets of Diagon Alley.

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #hp #hp fic #harry potter au #ron weasley au #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley fanfiction #fred weasley #george weasley #weasley twins #ron weasley x you #ron weasley fluff #ron weasley comedy #harry potter fic #ron weasley fic #harry potter universe #weasleys wizard wheezes #diagon alley

[alastorslittleradio]

No one reads my fanfics but I couldn’t sleep so I wrote another one

Alastor senses you are upset and decides to make you muffins but something goes wrong and he burns his finger

“Hell-“ Alastor tried to say before you cut him off “Not now Alastor..” he tilted his head but finished it anyway “O..?” You shook your head and ran upstairs,Alastors ears flopping down and thinking,remembering something. Muffins were your favorite treat. He could cook,read instructions,and able to replicate other people doing it very well. Hoe hard could it be? He had no time to shop,so he snapped his fingers and the ingredients with a recipe appeared,having him reading it “Some baking powder..eggs..milk..vanilla extract..mhm..yup..got it!” He begins humming to himself as he mixes and stirs the ingredients,doing a little bit of magic there,wonder there,batter there. Although he could use his magic to make muffins appear,he wanted them cooked from the heart. And what better way to do that then starting from scratch? He puts them in the oven to bake and sits in a chair and reads the newspaper,laughing at all the chaotic things that were happening recently. Failure entertained him after all..the more reason you loved him. The oven bings and he takes them out..way too bravely and burns his finger,hissing and dropping the pan but teleporting it quickly to the counter,having him stumble back and look at his hand,growling to himself his stupid he was “Fucking..piece of shit oven..I had that all ready..it wasn’t my f-fault..FUCK” he held back tears as he was in excruciating pain not knowing what to do except run water over it but that didn’t help much. He needed your comfort now and thought you were too down to care until he hears you walking down the steps,eyes widening and trying to act cool “Hello darling~! Just baking you some lovely muffins..shall be out in a jiffy!” He waved nervously. You shake your head and walk closer,holding out your hand “Give..” was all you said. He scratched his hair “the muffins? They are almost done!” He sweats as you shake your head no again,eyeing him “Give Alastor..please..” what else could you possibly me-oh..his finger. He sighs and puts his hand on yours,realizing he probably swore too loud “First of all..swear more often..it’s hot” you wink as he growls,causing you to gulp “Secondly..just water wont fix this. Here..” you get an ice pack out the freezer and gently hold it on Alastors finger,having him shiver but you held him close,holding his hand with the ice pack ontop,rubbing small circles “Feel better?” You asked as he smiles,using his burnt hand to tilt your head up,leaning in and kissing softly. You kiss back as he slowly pulls away,admiring you “More then I ever have..thank you mon Cher~now..we have food to..or you,have food to dig into! Happy eating!” Despite the burnt,the muffins turned out really delicious. He just needed to be more careful next time. That dork..

#alastor and charlie #alastortheradiodemon #hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbinhotel #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #fanfic #imagine

[beth-bethar00]

Hello ⭐ may I request dormleaders headcannons with when their S/O is a pure heart idiot? Like, they are really sweet and kind with everyone, but really dumb at the same time, doing dangerous things without realizing it, like "I'm gonna clean the windows!" then, they climb outside the window of a high floor trying to clean it, idk, I think that would be funny and interesting ^^ Oh, and good luck with your new blog! ❤️✨

AN: Thank you for the encouragement! It really means a lot to me! I’m sorry if the next few asks look bland compared to the other writing blogs, I’m still trying to make cute little character banners for them. Also sorry if these aren’t that long, thinking is hard

                                        Riddle Rosehearts

* He adores how sweet you can be but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t concerned about you

* Like when you said you were going to go take care of the hedgehogs and ran off without any of the proper equipment

* Cue Riddle basically screaming “ Y/N WAIT NO COME BACK HERE” and immediately chases after you with said equipment

                                         Leona Kingscholar

* He acts like he doesn’t really care but he’s secretly extremely soft for you

* He basically has Ruggie watching you like a hawk to keep you out of trouble

* It doesn’t work most of the time so he himself has to bail you out, not that he really minds of course, as long as he get payment in the form of you taking a nap with him later

                                          Azul Ashengrotto

* He adores you to bits. You’re the only one who’s ever been this sweet to him without trying to get him to make a deal

* He’s overjoyed at first when you said you wanted to help out around the lounge

* But then he see’s you dive into the aquarium with nothing but a rag trying to clean the glass

* Cue him yelling at Floyd and Jade to get you out of there quickly

* He immediately brings you into his office wrapped in multiple towels and has warm drinks ready for you while telling you to be more careful

                                            Kalim Al-Asim

* Ngl he’d probably join you in doing the dumb stuff, much to Jamil’s dismay

* Jamil would constantly be scolding you both to be more careful

* Please don’t hurt yourself in front of either of them they wouldn’t be able to take it

                                             Vil Schoenheit

(another an: I am terribly sorry if I wrote Vil’s personality wrong, I’m still in ch3 of the game)

* You probably wouldn’t even have a chance to do something dumb around him, something sweet? Yes. Dumb? Hell nah.

* The man is on you in an instant the second he senses that you’re about to do something

                                              Idia Shroud

* Like Azul he absolutely adores you, but he’s too anxious to really show it

* The only reason he left his room today was because you texted him asking for advice on how to fix your computer along with a picture of you and said computer in absolute shambles

* “...I’m coming over right now”

* He fixed your computer in a jiffy and it even works way better than before!

* He absolutely melts when you hugged him

                                           Malleus Draconia

* He cares deeply for you and adores how sweet you can be

* Like with Kalim and Jamil please don’t hurt yourself in front of him

* He also has Sebek watch over you like a hawk, which is more effective than Ruggie

Aight so I know these probably aren’t the best but I’m trying oof. Thank you for sending this in :3

#twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #ask and you will receive

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Love, Papi

Summary: Seungkwan writes a heartfelt letter to his son with help from Seventeen and his lover. To his son who is getting married the next day. 

Papi!Seungkwan X Gagi!Reader

Word Count: 1,154

Oneshot

Requested by anon: Hi! Love your works! But could i request a parent au with seungkwan? Anything can work! Thank you in advance!!

(I used Gagi as a gender neutral term for the reader. [I use this in my house with my parents]). 

[Also if you want a mini part two of Seungkwan being the best father and husband. And walking his son down the aisle just ask me,…]

This is the fourth day, helping Seungkwan write the perfect letter to give Seungsoo. Seungsoo is getting married to Jeonghan’s son, Jihan. A marriage we always felt would come. Jeonghan wrote one for Jihan already and is presenting it at the wedding. Minghao’s only child, Minnie, has the honor of being the best person at the wedding. Binbin is going to be the flower girl and Seungkwan, Jeonghan, and I are going to be the parents crying in the pews. Everything else is up to Hannie and Sooie. Tomorrow is the wedding so Seungkwan is finishing up the last details, he hands it over to me. I write a few notes in the margins with little parentheses. I have Seungkwan close up the letter and seal it. He goes and presents it to Seungsoo, and he reads it out loud to us. Which includes, Jeonghan, Binbin Jihan, Minnie, Minghao, and Mingyu.

“Dear Seungsoo,

   I never thought I would see the day where you got married. But here I am at 47 years old, watching my baby get married. As a father, I couldn’t ask for a better son. So that’s why I’m presenting you this letter the day before you get married. Yes, I have read it to (Y/n) seventeen times now to make sure it was perfect for you. (Some of your uncles too). Watching you get married is going to be the scariest and coolest moment for Gagi and I. I’m no longer holding your tiny hand and walking through the mall with you. No, this time, Gagi and I, will be presenting you to your future husband. Holding your hands the whole way up, I’m so glad I get to witness one of the biggest moments in your life.

    I remember when you brought him home the first time. You were so nervous, it was prom night. You had already come out to us by then. He rang the doorbell and you shot up like a rocket and ran over to the door. Excitedly, you introduced Jihan as your boyfriend, we welcomed him in immediately. But, I also remember the night when you guys decided to call it quits. Watching the tears stream down your face pained both Gagi and I. Our first baby had just learned what heartbreak was. We never wished for you to experience that. You would get over him and date a few others. None of them felt the same way as Jinhan. Jeonghan was going through the same thing with Jihan. We wanted you two to be together, but we realized how impossible that would be. Especially, since you guys were sure you didn’t hold feelings for the other any longer. 

   After Jihan and you finished up college and were making it big. The three of us watched you two grow close again. We didn’t interfere this time, wanting to see what you two would do. While we were having a gathering with the rest of Seventeen and their families. We watched you two sneak glances with each other. We didn’t say a thing before Jihan jumped up on the table. After everything was cleaned off of course and professed his love for you. You were beat red as he got down from the table and you quickly pecked his lips in front of everyone. We were all hollering. 

   You guys love broadcasting your love for everyone to see. Which is endearing, especially the night when you beat Jihan to proposing. He whined after he said yes, saying how he has a velvet box for you. He got down on his knee and professed his love for you. You said yes, of course, all 29 of us hooting and hollering. Now, here we are the day before we give you a way to Jihan for the rest of your life. It doesn’t mean that I like that you’re choosing to be a Yoon, ugh. I’m kidding, Jihan and you will always be a Boo in my heart. Gagi said I should have taken that line out but you’re reading it so,... 

   I’m so proud of you, you’re my first and only son. After I explained to Binbin that you were getting married. She asked for your room, I thought it was funny. But (Y/N) told her, ‘You never know Hannie and Sooie might live with us and stay in that room forever’. She pouted but told me how happy she was that her big brother was falling in love. Of course, she’s only nine so she isn’t that much farther away from it either. It’s gonna be weird once both of you two leave the house. But you will visit for the holidays, right? I don’t have to beg Jeonghan for time with you, do I? (P.S You can’t see it but your Papi is pouting about that now. He wonders where Binbin got it from,... ~Gagi). We love you so much, we’re so proud to see you grow old and be with the one you love. You’re a grown-up now, which means we can still spoil you but it’ll be with adult things like a blender for your new house. Don’t tell Gagi, I told you that they got you that for your wedding. (P.P.S. That is not the only thing I got you ~Gagi). I’m so glad you’re my son, I could have never asked for a better son to have. You’re the best in the whole world, and now you’re going to be spending the rest of your life with the man of your dreams. Don’t forget that Gagi and I will always be here for you. So will Binbin, but if you ever need anything don’t hesitate to call us. We’ll be there in a jiffy, there ain’t no mountain high enough, ain’t no valley low enough. Ain’t no river wide enough to keep us from getting to you.

   We love you and we’re so proud of you, Gagi and Papi Boo.”

Seungsoo gets up shakily and wraps his arms around us. Tears streaming down our faces, “I love you guys so much, thank you for raising me.” I grin, “We’ll always be your parents, Seungsoo.” He grins and Binbin whines, “I want in on the family hug!” We laugh and bring her into our arms. Jihan wraps his arms around us and everyone else in the room joins in on the now group hug. When we release the big group hug, Seungsoo gets on his knees in front of Binbin and says, "You can have my room,... under one condition." She looks up with sparkles in her eyes, "What is it?" He grins, "You have to be the best flower girl the world has ever seen. And make sure no one leaves without a flower. Especially Uncle Jeonghan?" Seungsoo nods, "Especially, Uncle Jeonghan." Jeonghan laughs and we grin at him. “You’re the flower man,” Seungkwan says, nudging him with his elbow.

#Seungkwan #boo seungkwan #boo seungkwan x reader #seungkwan x reader #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #svt #seventeen fluff #seventeen x you #seventeen #seungkwan x you #boo seungkwan x you #boo seungkwan fluff #seungkwan fluff #seungkwan husband #seungkwan dad #dad au #seventeen dad au #seventeen husband au #svt fluff #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #i really didn't know how/what to title this

[feastofcadavers]

The trek through town was surprisingly uneventful. Not many souls walked through the streets, whether it be due to time or some other means wasn't seen nor necessarily mattered to the two of them. The only notable event whilst walking across the cold cement was Aloe's observation of Mint's visible flinching and discomfort when some other person would pass by. Though they'd act upon the noticed response when they were sure no other passerby would come close to hear them, it seems this flinching wasn't reserved just for closeness, but touch as well. "What is it that is causing you to jerk and tense when someone is near? No one here suspects us of being what we are..." The violinist gave a small tremble beneath the other's touch, though quickly composed himself as he tugged himself out of it. "I know, I know we are no more than normal to others, but... What if someone knows without us knowing? And simply never tell us, only to report us to one of those hunters, or-?"

"Your irrationality only causes them to be more suspicious than if there was nothing wrong. Guilty beings make their guilt known through their body language, specifically one's eyes." The researcher made a half-hearted motion towards their own, only caring to ensure they didn't accidentally whack their own face. "I am a special case for the tell of the optics, but you are not. The fear in your eyes will no doubt be prominent if you are moving so much in your nervousness." Being told this so bluntly, or as blunt as Aloe's superfluous vocabulary would allow them, it somewhat felt... Exposing? Is that how it could be described? Mint wasn't sure of such, but tried to muster up some form of confidence within himself to keep his anxieties about public appearance so apparent. "I understand... Though, about your eyes... They are compound, aren't they?"

That was something that wouldn't prompt more than a blink from the taller of the two. It was a surprise, yes, but leave it to Aloe to give as little response as possible to such. "I... Yes, they are. However, one could always claim such as a trick of the light. I have never seen another one with our affliction have this form of alteration without other horrific alterations to the form to cause them to be insectoid... From what I have observed, in the least." There was skepticism from such a quickly made response, but as much as Mint would be worried for them, he could hold just a bit of trust to the statement. Aloe did have a way with words, be it for convincing, altering the mood of a conversation in a near instant, or anything more. "I sure hope you're right about that..." Mint would mumble, letting the air sit in stillness before turning away and continuing his street-side trek. Aloe gave no more than a pause before following close behind.

Raising gaze to the afternoon sky, Mint was almost at ease before the ground beneath him was squishy, but only for one step. "Hmm... Another slice of bread." Aloe surmised without a second thought, squinting at it whilst Mint lifted and shook his leg to get it off of his shoe. The bread fell off with a small plop to the cement, and it was almost comedic with this being the second instance of such an out-of-place food item... Until the gaze was raised to see a sandwich shop before the both of them. Mint chirped up with what he thought to be an explanation; "I mean at least now it makes sense... But it's not even a part of a sandwich. No condiments or anything." The scientist next to him hummed, looking for a sensible retort. "Someone could have asked for only bread and just left it at that."

"So you really expect someone to ask for just bread? What, like some kind of breadwich?"

"Yes."

"...Remind me for you never to take my order if we ever eat out in the future."

There was a silent acknowledgement between the two before Mint took the first steps into the sandwich shop. Whatever the name of the place was, the two didn't quite catch, but at least the inside was quaint and cheery. Plenty of bright colors all around, with laminated checkered flooring and booth seats at the edges of the shop. The lights above shining brightly on all it encapsulated, it was quite a change from the warm, homely nature of Sparkling's residence. There weren't very many customers, but those that were seemed to be having idle chit-chat and enjoying the atmosphere. Some white-haired fellow speaking with who seemed to be a biker caught Mint's eyes, or more particularly, the sandwich... Jam. It was just jam, not blood. Just jam. There was a small tremor from Mint before he wound up shaking his head, trying to get the intrusive thought of such things out of his consciousness.

"Hiya, newbies!" The voice from behind the counter practically made Mint jump, only stabilized by Aloe setting a hand upon his shoulder. "Hello there, worker," Aloe greeted back in a tone that was even more flat than usual, "pardon my acquaintance here, he has been jumpy all day." So much for hiding fears, Mint scolded himself as he huffed and took a deep breath to compose himself. "Y-yes! Pardon, there was shocking news this morning that I am still not quite over." Despite all this, the redhead with the overly joyous voice didn't seem to mind at all. "Oh, no worries! I know the recent news has been shocking to most! Why don't you two take a seat? Spinny and I be right with you two in a jiffy!"

As much as Mint wished to ask about 'Spinny', the person at the counter was gone before he could even get a syllable out. It wasn't long until the two took their seats, sitting on opposite sides of a booth that was furthest from the entrance. Aloe picked it out, so the musician figured there was probably some strategic reasoning as to why they would pick somewhere- "Here is your reminder to, quote, 'never have me take your order if we ever eat out in the future'." Uh... "Thank you...?" Aloe's gaze lowered from the flickering ceiling light above to meet Mint's. "You are welcome." At least they were courteous, even if they brought it about in a bit of a sudden manner.

And, loyal to their word, 'in a jiffy' that redhead showed back up with a small notepad in hand. "Welcome to the sandwich shop, you two! What can I get you both? Drinks for either of you?" Aloe gave a shake of the head, and Mint responded with a small pipe up of 'water'. "Ah, I see, not too keen on the drinks then! That's fine! Now, sandwiches, yea? I'll live up to my namesake as Sandwich to make sure you both get exactly what you need! We have-" And the waitress would go on and on, listing off various sandwiches and condiments for each, some of which didn't even sound pleasant or edible together. Someone with a morbid curiosity might have ordered them, but instead of focusing on that, the both of them were more focused on the little doll that rested upon Sandwich's shoulder. "Ah, pardon me-" The violinist interjected softly, causing the sandwich maker to perk up and hum to show her attention was grabbed. "-what is that upon your shoulder?"

"I think you mean 'who', dear customer of mine!" With the hand that held her pen, Sandwich gently took hold of the item that she seemed to treat with the utmost care. Long green hair that almost looked like it was made of leaves, a carefully sewn dress, button eyes and a stitched smile... It almost looked like a replica of a person with how detailed it was. "This is Spinach! Or as I like to call her, Spinny!" She couldn't help but giggle in happiness as she gently set the doll on the edge of the table- ensuring it wasn't too close to where it could fall if nudged. "She's been with me since I first opened here, and supported me through the toughest of times! She's also- ah- quite the snack!" That phrasing certainly set off alarms in both of the listener's heads. Aloe's expression went to questioning as they looked between the doll and the order taker. "Metaphorically, I assume." They mumbled, gaining a nod that was a bit too eager for their liking. "She also handles the register, but I typically take over for her because she gets shy and tries to hide a lot!" The silence in the air somewhat held a ringing, perhaps from the large amount of energy from this Sandwich character. "Anyways, what kind of sandwich would you two like?"

"Um... The Classic, please."

"Bread. Just bread."

The amount of confusion in the violinist's expression when Aloe decided to order just bread was something that wouldn't be matched for what would probably be ages. "Just bread?" He spoke with wordlessness just barely escaping him. "Just bread." The scientist would retort, crossing their arms as if it was the most casual request in the world. Though this entire exchange seemed to be lost on Sandwich, who simply scooped Spinach back up onto her shoulder and wrote down the requests. "Anything else?" A no from both parties, and Sandwich's beaming was brought even brighter than before. "Understood! You two have fun and chit-chat all you want while I get your sandwiches ready! It'll be the best, Sandwich Scout's honor!" And off she'd dart, taking just a moment to set the doll she carried by the register before heading into the back. Surprisingly, she didn't take the obvious door to the back that had the 'STAFF ONLY' sign on it. It was probably for something else, then...

"She's certainly the eccentric type, huh..." The violinist spoke as quiet of a tone as he could, just to ensure he wouldn't be heard and considered rude. Aloe didn't seem to care for such formalities and spoke normally. "I suppose so. She must either love her job or have some type of high going on within her system. Perhaps too much coffee would be the case..."

"Coffee? I figured she would be a soda type of person..."

And on the chatter would go... It seems speaking of observations was a way to get Aloe to pipe up a bit more. They wouldn't smile, nowhere near it, but... At least the conversation was pleasant. Maybe Mint could get them to open up just a smidge, after some warming up with talk of drinks and caffeine...

#🎻 the court's conflicted #🌵 the rabid researcher #🥪 the eccentric slicer #mint choco cookie #aloe cookie #sandwich cookie #📝 written scriptures #🥦 an adorable snack #spinach cookie #feastofcadavers

[mango-da-dango]

It’s Purgatory Time!

Warning: Death, cursing. If you are not comfortable with any of these subjects, either proceed with caution or click away.

^^^ The image up there are the characters, but Y/n, This is how I had her dress and how I imagined how she would look like. 

Main Characters: Y/n L/n (Reader) Rico Brzenska, Yuuto Takahashi (OC) Daniel Stephenson (OC)

“Rico-Hancho!” A cadet screamed out.  The small woman groaned as the titan gripped her body          

“Damn! I can’t breathe!” She panicked. The titan looked closely at the woman. Expecting it to eat her, Rico drew her sword attempting to fight one more time. Instead, the titan gripped her harder before tossing her like a rag doll. Her body limps as she rolled down the hill. Each stone hitting her felt like spikes piercing her skin. Finally stopping, she laid there in pain,

“ I. . . have to keep fighting! I can’t stop now!” She panted. Trying to move one of her limbs felt like her body was being ripped apart. The pain surged through her veins as she tried to get up. Her eyes felt heavy and her vision started to blur. She felt her heart rate decrease.

“No…. I can’t die. Not yet.” She thought, gripping the emblem on her breast-pocket. As the blood seeped through her clothes, the thick red liquid painted the ground beneath her. She coughed out blood and tears pricked the corner of her eyes. Slowly her eyelids drooped and finally, she drew out her last breath.

|  ￣￣￣￣￣￣ |  

|   Time skip      |                  _______

|____________|                 /   R.I.P.   \

               ||                         | Here lies |

               ||                        |    Rico     |

               ||                      (\|________|/)

(\__/)      || 

(•ㅅ•)     || 

/ 　      づ  ______________________

Beep. . . Beep . . . Beep

The sound of chatter and a constant beeping was enough to wake her up. Bright white ceilings and strange glass contraptions made of glass blinded her blurry vision.

“Oh, glad to see you up. Hope ya had a nice nap.” said a masculine voice. Rico squinted at the figure in front of her. He picked up a small framed pair of silver glasses and held it out for her. Rico sat up while taking her glasses and looked around. She gasped seeing familiar faces.

Everyone who was thought to be dead. They were right in front of her, all in white clothing and wrapped in bandages. 

“Rico? What happened?” A familiar voice piped up. Rico yelled at the sighted of her formally deceased friend. Ian Dietrich, the Ian who got his head chopped off was there. Well . . . part of him. Right now, he was just a head on a neck and a small part of his shoulders.

“I-Ian?” She stuttered. 

“Rico? Is that you?” Her other friend Mitabi called out at the bed next to her. Half of him looked ok and the other half looked flatter than a piece of paper. “Hey, Rico. How’d you end up here?”

“Wh-what? A-am I dead? Where am I?” Rico faltered, “Is this the afterlife?”

“Eh, more or less.” The black-haired male said as he picked up a clipboard and stood up.

“My names Yuuto by the way. You’ll have to wait for my work bros to get here so they can tell you the info you need.” He added before walking off.

“W-work . . . bro?” She muttered to herself.

“Apparently, it’s a term called “slang” from where he’s from.” A male voice clarified. There he was, Freckled Jesus himself, Marco Bodt, bandaged up and half his body missing. “By the way, you’re in the purgatory hospital.”

“Purgatory? So I’m dead?” She questioned. The clicking of heels grew louder as a small woman with (H/C) hair and heterochromatic eyes marched in. 

“Affirmative!” chirped the small woman. Her gloved hand held up a pink and blue clipboard. 

           “But, possibly not for long,” said the woman. “You see, you’re a special case. Since your body wasn’t too injured and nobody saw you die. You should be perfectly good to go home in a few hours!”

           “Wait, I’m going back after I die?” she asked, confused.

           “Yep! You are a soldier! And all soldiers, warriors, fighters etc, etc, go to this reserved heaven where they live the rest of your afterlife. Unfortunately, that place is lacking space for everyone and you have some unfinished business to attend to.” The woman explained.  Rico examined herself. She no longer had the small scratches or bruises made when she rolled down the hill, it looked like it never happened at all. And more importantly, the gash on her body was gone and what was left was a pink scar running down her stomach.

           “Now you just have to wait for your check-up with Dr Daniel Stephenson. However, he is with another patient right now so we have a bit of time in our hands.” Said the woman, grabbing a chair and sitting next to the silver-haired woman. Crossing her leg and placing the clipboard on the nightstand, she turned to the woman and smiled. “How are you feeling? Do you have any questions? My name is (Y/N) (L/N) it is a pleasure to meet you.”

           “Likewise, it is a pleasure to meet you too,” said Rico. “And yes, I do have questions, What exactly is this place?”

           “You are at Purgatory Hospital. This is the place where the people who died in battle go to recover from their injuries before going into soldier heaven, and as I said you have unfinished business to attend to in your universe.”

           “Business? Universe? There are other universes and this supposed heaven is lacking space?” Rico pondered. The (H/C)-coloured woman nodded.

           “Yes, unfortunately, there are too many people dying on the battlefield, and it is too much for soldier heaven to adjust to the rapid increase of the population, and your universe is not the only one, this place is connected to various universes in different timelines.”

           “Well how exactly do you get here and how do you go back?”  asked Rico.

           “You get here by dying, your spirit floats itself into the hospital for treatment, If your body is intact you’ll be able to heal quickly, however, if a part of your body is missing, it’s a different story. For example what happened to your friend Ian.” said (Y/N) motioning to Ian’s disembodied head. “You have to wait so we can regenerate the rest of your body, but it also comes with conditions.”

           “Conditions?” Rico asked. (Y/N) nodded.

           “Yes, because of your replacements, there are side effects that relate to your death. For example, the scar on your stomach shows the fatal wound that leads you to your passing.” She explained.

           “Alright, but what exactly are you? Are you some sort of nurse or doctor?” Rico speculated. The woman in front of her laughed.

           “I guess something similar, but not in the medical field.” She explained. “I am a doctor in the scientific field, but I am here to explain to you what is happening, so you don’t go crazy or anything like that.”

           Just at that moment a tall two-toned man with a lab coat and an eye patch over his right eye walked into the room and stopped in front of Rico.

           “Are you Ms Rico Brzenska?”  The man asked. Rico nodded.

           “Good! I’m Doctor Daniel Stephenson, and I am here to your physical exam to see if you are ready to go,” said Daniel, putting on his stethoscope, and placing it on her chest. He continued the exam. Writing the last bit of a sentence down, Daniel smiled at Rico. 

           “Good news, you’ll be able to go home now! You just need to sign here and (Y/n) will bring you home.” He said, pointing to a line with an x on the side. Rico took the pen and wrote down her name. Daniel smiled and motioned for (Y/n).

           “Little lamb, she’s ready to go home, you can take her now.” the two-toned male smiled.

           “Aye-aye captain.” (Y/n) smiled, turning to the silver-haired woman. “Well, Miss Rico. Follow me and we’ll give you a change of clothes and we can bring you home in a jiffy.”

(Y/n) lead the silver-haired woman thorough a hallway and to a door with a metal plate saying “Belongings space” She opened the door and let themselves in. The inside was fairly big and had clothing racks that stretched miles and miles far. Each rack was labelled with numbers and titles. The scientist led Rico to a rack that was labelled “Titan Universe: Garrison soldiers”

           “It should be around here somewhere . . .” she said sifting through the countless racks of uniforms. “And . . . Here it is!”

           The small scientist pulled out a familiar uniform, handing it to Rico she leads the woman into a changing station.

           “You can change here, call me when you’re done.” (y/n) said as she closed the curtain giving Rico the privacy she needs.

           Rico stared at her uniform. She noticed that her name was hand-sewn into the back of her collar. Stripping herself of the grey clothing she was provided with and changed back into the familiar uniform. Once she had finished changing she moved the curtain and saw the scientist waiting for her.

           “Good! You’re done!” she beamed. Grabbing her by the wrist she led Rico out to a room with a variety of sharp objects. All a variety of scissors to swords and spears. There were also large platforms and machines next to them. Everything was interesting but what piqued her interest was this one platform with what looked like a big hole in the air.

           “Alrighty Rico, You just need to step into the portal and you should be in the forest close to the walls!” She explained, “Also, don’t mention this place to anyone yet. Okay, Bye Bye!”

           “Huh?” Rico asked before she was shoved into the bright portal. A flash of blue light surrounded her before landing on the green ground. Groaning, she got up and dusted herself off. 

“She could have at least told me first.” Rico thought to herself. Seeing that there were no titans she jogged closer to Wall Rose.

           Two garrison soldiers were talking amongst each other on top of the wall when they spotted a small figure jogging to the walls.

           “Holy Shit! It’s team leader Rico! Tell them to open the gate!” One of them yelled. The gate soon rose from the ground letting Rico pass through. She was soon surrounded by her comrades asking her questions left and right.

           “Rico! Thank the walls! Good to have you back!” Hannes shouted passing through the crowd with Kitz.

           “It's a miracle that you survived out there without your gear." A soldier praised in awe,

            "Yeah. . . survived...."  Rico mumbled under her breath.

            "It's commander Pyxis!" A soldier shouted. The bald man came through the crowd and stopped in front of the small woman. Rico saluted and Pyxis chuckled.

           "At ease. Rico. You should go and freshen up. You must have been through a lot it there with no gear, you have my permission to take the rest of the day off." Pyxis insisted.

             "Thank you, Commander. You're too kind." she thanked. The male nodded and left, leaving Rico to her own devices. Eventually, everyone else left and she went back to her room. Once there she closed the door behind her and went to sit in her chair. She leaned her head into her hands and began to think about everything that has happened,

             "They'll be back. Everyone who died. Who got eaten, squished killed by the titans. . . They're going to come back..." Rico thought she had very mixed feelings about this. She was happy that her comrades would come back to her, but does she really want them to go back to this hellhole? Just so they can die again? She didn't know. 

             Rico sighed and got out of her uniform, changing into her nightwear and went to bed. She closed her eyes and let the darkness of slumber take her.

#attack on titan #rico brzenska #x reader #marco bodt #Ian Dietrich #mitabi jarnach #Dot Pyxis #Hannes #Kitz Woermann (ew) #Oc insert

[detectivejigsawpines]

North by Northwest Conspiracy-Finale (Alea iacta est)

Seeing the look on Old Man Northwest’s face after stuffing the piece of paper into his mouth made the experience of sacrificing the money it would have given him totally worth it.  Stan gave it another vindictive chew, wondering if he could make it into a good spitball like in high school.

Funny how he doesn’t even seem surprised at the possibility of his family legacy bein’ a fraud as much as he is interested in tryna cover it up.

...Unless he knew that was the truth all along.

Well, he did say that stuff about the town needing someone ta look up to...

Geez, what a jerk .  He’s worse than the kid.

As he pushed the wad of paper into his cheek with his tongue, his eyes landed on Preston, still standing meekly behind his father.  The boy was staring at them in bug-eyed disbelief, probably not used to people defying his Old Man this blatantly, if at all. Stan waggled his eyebrows at him; to his surprise, for a half second the kid looked like he was trying to smother a giggle, as if there was a real human soul in that suit.

Finally Old Man spoke, in tones of sharp, clipped rage.

“If you bring this story to the press, you will regret it.”

“Oh yeah?  Why?” Ford challenged.

Old Man’s eyebrows did a little dance up and down his forehead.  “I wonder if you’re aware, Stanford, of the amount of trouble your brother has gotten himself in with the law during the years before he came here.”

Ford rolled his eyes.  “Yes, I already know about that, we’ve been through this already-”

“But do the people around here know?”

Old Man Northwest’s air of superiority returned.  “How safe do you think they would feel, knowing that that cabin in the woods not only harbors an eccentric mad scientist, but his hardened criminal of a brother?  Someone who’s spent time in prison, and has several false identities on his record?”

Stan felt his gut clench and burn with anger-but also with a touch of fear.

Old Man went on, “Of course, it wasn’t for anything serious, like murder, but who knows what crimes he committed that he wasn’t convicted of?  Or what he might be up to right now?”  He stepped closer, staring down his nose at them despite being barely an inch taller than the Pineses.  “Like those large amounts of gold that you’ve been taking to the city and selling in different pawn shops every few weeks-where do those come from, I wonder?”

“It’s nothing illegal!” Ford interrupted.

Probably, anyway, Stan hoped.  He wasn’t exactly up to date on whatever statutes there might be regarding sales rights with supernatural creatures.

“That’s what you say, of course.  But I wonder; I really do.  And of course, in a small town like this, if they’ve been stirred up against one small person, or group of people-” he clicked his tongue.  “It doesn’t bear thinking about.”

Stan stepped up to his brother’s side, readjusting his grip on the handle of the sword.  Old Man’s eyes flicked towards him, looking for a moment like he feared he might actually use it.  Stan just asked in a flat tone, “You really think people’d get as worked up about my petty crimes as they would about all the crap your family’s pulled?”

Old Man shrugged.  “Perhaps not...but the fact remains that if you attempt to bring destruction on my family, rest assured that I will do as much to you.”

Ford looked positively incensed that he would dare to misquote Sir Arthur Conan Doyle at them.  He was opening his mouth, probably to correct him on the parts he didn’t get right, when Old Man turned away and stalked towards his car.

“Come, Preston-we’re going home.”

The boy slinked after his father.  As he got to the door, he hesitated for a moment, looking like he wanted to say something to them-but then he just climbed in.

****

For a minute, the little group silently watched the fancy car drive away.

At last Stan spat out the spitball and said, “Well, we uncovered the truth about a major conspiracy in Gravity Falls, but it’s gonna be difficult for us ta do anything with what we know.  On the other hand, it means that if they try ta dig up the dirt on us we can expose them too. I think that’s what they call mutually assured destruction, right?”

“At least you didn’t take his Judas money,” Dan growled, as he resumed dragging Ghost Eyes and his buddy to the car.  Trembley, finally paying attention to what was going on, sprang down from his perch on top of the tombstone and wandered over with interest to see what this strange “horseless carriage” was.

Stan’s shoulders sagged.  “Sorry, Sixer. Looks like I messed things up again.”

Ford’s head whipped around towards him.  “What-? No-this isn’t your fault, Stanley.  You shouldn’t blame yourself. And even if we didn’t get the end results we expected, we still found some fascinating-artifacts!”  His eyebrows raised in sudden realization. “We need to close up that entrance so they will be safe until we can bring them home! So go do that.”

Stan managed a smile, and a mock salute.  “Aye aye, Captain.”

“We’re not at sea, Stanley-you don’t say ‘aye aye’ when you’re on land.”

“Whatever.”  And he headed back to that part of the cemetery.

Just in case, Stan went down and checked inside-thankfully the rooms still had all the stuff as far as he could tell, and there was no one else down here, so once he got outside he returned to the angel statue and pressed her finger down into place.  The stone slab slid seamlessly (try saying that three times fast) back over the stairs.

“See ya later, gorgeous,” he told the statue, and then returned to the car.

********

Trembley spent the drive to the hospital marveling at their speed, and that their lungs weren’t collapsing from “going over thirty-five furlongs per jiffy.”  Stan had long since given up trying to figure out what he was talking about.

At the hospital, Dan dumped out the hench-teenagers in front of the door, with a note attached to Ghost Eyes’s shirt reading, “Please make sure we don’t have concussions or anything like that.  Thank you.” Despite his and Stan’s objections, Ford tucked a wad of cash to pay for the hospital bill into his pocket. Then they quickly drove away before anyone could see them.

When they arrived back at their home, Trembley hopped out.  “Gentlemen, I am needed elsewhere-”

“...Where?” Stan asked, confused.

“-but I will return when America needs me most!  Until then, remember that I am right here-” he put a hand to his heart...that turned out to actually be reaching into his coat pocket.  “On the negative twelve dollar bill!” He handed it to Ford.

“Um...thank you.  I suppose.” Ford looked at both sides with a critical eye.

“And for you, other Stan, I have this!”  He handed Stan his President’s Key. Stan suddenly felt a little better about how this day had gone.

“What am I, chopped liver?” Dan grumbled.

“Oh, of course!  You are now an official congressman, brave giant!”  Trembley produced a folded top hat, which he popped open and placed on top of the lumberjack’s head (he had to stand on tiptoe, but he managed it).  Then he raised his arms, and yelled, “Trembley away!”

Before they could blink, the former president leaped backwards, landing on a horse that they suddenly noticed standing by the side of the house.  It reared briefly, and then galloped off into the forest (with Trembley still sitting backwards on it).

“Remarkable!” Ford said, staring after the retreating figures.  “I think that was a genuine Coinci-Horse!” He pulled out his journal and flipped through it.  “I know I wrote about them somewhere…”

Stan gave Dan a look.  “How much do ya give his chances for survivin’ the twentieth century?”

“He seems pretty adaptable,” Dan mused.  “On the other hand, I think he’s ridin’ right into Kill-Billy territory.  So the odds’re maybe about fifty-fifty right now.”

“We’re going to have to make a closer examination of that peanut brittle!” Ford announced.  “I need to find out where it came from-if it was created here in Gravity Falls, and perhaps that gave it its life-sustaining properties, or if he put something in it, or-”

Dan gave a resigned sigh.  “I’ll get my truck-it’s got more room in the back.”  He set off for his cabin.

********

Unfortunately, Auldman is pretty good at playing dirty. So now the Pineses have made a mortal enemy out of the most powerful family in Gravity Falls; and the Corduroys were already their mortal enemies, so Dan doesn't feel very affected, but things could always get worse for him somehow. What a lovely way to end the day.

Of course, once they get all the stuff back to the house and stored safely in the basement, Ford starts considering possible actions they could take should the Northwests really try to use Stan's criminal history against them or find out where they're getting their gold from. He definitely doesn't want Auldman to find out about the creatures living in the forest-he can just imagine him trying to capture, exploit and/or destroy them to satisfy his own greed. During his classes about humanity he warns his students of the possible danger, and devises a plan for everyone to go into hiding should the worst occur. Dan, whose family does apocalypse training every year instead of Christmas, is all too happy to help with this. On his tours, Stan takes the assortments of cryptids by the Northwest mansion so they can thumb their noses at it, and forces himself to resist the temptation to use his key so they could sneak in and loot the place. Even when he learns from Dan about how his ancestor was killed building it, after being banned from the celebratory party. Instead, he looks into possible curses that they could place on the Northwest family. So far he hasn't found one that seems like fitting enough punishment.

#gravity falls #flipside au #stan pines #ford pines #auldman northwest #preston northwest #quentin trembley #dan corduroy #ghost eyes #tats #M.A.D. #northwest family conspiracy #the northwests are jerks #at least the boys have lots of cool stuff now

[beautifulbuckys]

Fine Art

Word Count: 1,500+

Warnings: Fluff!!!!!

A/N: Hey guys! I am actually super proud of this, and it isn’t that rushed. I worked super hard on this! Bucky is such a sweetie pie in this I love him so MUCH. 

Bucky's morning has gone by most interestingly. He woke up with a nasty hangover, and with a pie to the face. Right after his clean skin was attacked with whipped cream, Wanda apologized, saying she was challenged to by Sam. That son of a bitch. He left his room, chugged what must have been an entire pitcher of water and went to visit Sam, keeping the pie on his face for extra guilt points.

Sam smirked at Bucky's appearance. He laughed hard. Sam must've giggled to himself for five minutes before Bucky asked for some payback. Bucky was too hungover for actual payback, he just simply requested Sam took him out for breakfast, which Sam happily agreed to.

So now, here they are, sitting in a small diner that smelt of sugar and cinnamon with a hint of bacon. This must've been heaven, the service was amazing, and maybe this was Bucky being nitpicky, but it was not too hot nor too chilly. He simply wore a grey tee and jeans, but Sam must've been a little cold because he was wearing a maroon Air Force windbreaker.

"What do you plan on buying, RoboCop?" Sam quipped, folding his menu and slapping it against the table.

Bucky rolled his eyes, he might've drunk some water and slept off most of his alcohol but the insult and the noise of the menu sent Bucky into the wrong sort of mood.

"Blueberry pancakes," Bucky answered back.

Sam's eyes widened at Bucky's simple answer. He opened his mouth, probably to give some sarcastic comment, but he was cut short when a new figure stood over the table.

"Hey Sam," the person cheered.

Bucky looked up to see her, and his jaw must've dropped to the floor. Did Sam know her? What the hell? She was stunning, and Sam knew you. Her hair was simple, placed at the top of her head. She beared the colourful diner uniform, a soft pink outlining their curves. Bucky felt bad for looking at her figure, if his Ma knew he'd be dead. He just couldn't help but admire the art that was her frame.

He saw her look at him, it scared him. It terrified him.

She smiled. "You must be Bucky!" You motioned to your name tag, "I'm Y/N."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am."

She smiled again.

"Ooh, Sammy you never told me he was such a gentleman."

Sam laughed at the comment. "I didn't know either."

Y/N giggled in reply to Sam's sarcastic remark and took out her small notepad. She quickly wrote something down and looked at Bucky. He sat awkwardly for a moment, wondering why she was looking at him. Was it his arm? Oh god, Y/N was probably looking at his arm.

The next thing Bucky knew, a napkin was being thrown at him.

"Earth to Bucky?" Sam said.

"What the hell, man?" Bucky whispered hostility.

Sam gave Bucky a toothy grin. "Y/N wants to know what you'd like to drink."

This is awkward.

"Can I just have a coffee?" Bucky quietly asks. Y/N nods her head in reply and walks away, telling the boys you'll be back in a few. She disappears into the back, leaving Bucky alone with Sam yet again.

Bucky nervously fiddles with his fork. Why did this happen to him? He was half hungover and in a bad mood, and then a beautiful and polite waitress just appears. He probably looks like such a dick, especially because he cussed out what had to have been one of her favourite customers. He can just pray that's as far as Y/N and Sam go. It makes Bucky a little nervous because Sam has been taking a girl out recently.

"Thinking about anything special?" Sam asks.

"How many different ways I can kill you with this fork without anyone noticing." He says through a laugh while his coffee was being placed in front of him.

"If we're killing anyone here, it's me." Y/N chuckles, throwing down a paper straw for Sam's ice water. You wipe your hands on your apron and take out your notepad again to take the men's orders.

"Alright Bucky, what can I get you?" She questions.

"Can I just get some blueberry pancakes?"

"Please," Sam adds.

"Please," Bucky blushes, correcting himself.

"Alright Sammy, what can I get you?" Sammy. That's a nickname Bucky hasn't heard anyone call Sam yet.

"Feta omelette," She answers her own question.

Sam gives a strong, loud laugh. It wasn't even funny.

"Y/N, you know me so well."

Yeah, Y/N knew him well.

"Alright boys, I'll put these orders in right now. Anything else you need? Another drink or anything?" Y/N asked, raising her eyebrows. She obviously cared about her customers, Bucky just got that type of vibe from her. Bucky's thoughts were interrupted by a shout for Y/N in the back.

"Sorry guys, be back in a sec." Y/N said with a bright smile.

Sam nodded his head in acknowledge Y/N's comment. Bucky tried to follow in Sam's footsteps, so he beamed up at Y/N, only to notice she was gone.

"Hey, Buck?" Sam asked.

"Mhm?"

"How are you feeling about Y/N?"

"She's cool," Bucky replied, he didn't really want to get into the topic. Sam was going to reveal that he's seeing Y/N which will break his heart, and he doesn't think he can take that right now. He's just not in the mindset for a thing like this at this moment in the morning.

"Just cool? Bucky, you're looking at her like she's a piece of fine art in a museum. Is that your definition of 'cool'? That's lame."

"I'm not in the mood for this," Bucky mumbled.

Sam sighed. "Why are you so moody this morning?"

"Do you want me to mention the pie?" Bucky asked while presenting Sam with a small smirk. Sam shook his head no in reply. "Then I won't,"

"So are you going to answer my question?" Sam urged.

"I already asked you about the pie," Bucky said coldly.

"No, you jerk. I'm talking about Y/N-"

"You were talking about me?" Y/N said with the trademark spunk she carried with her. "All good things, I hope."

"Of course," Bucky laughed.

She placed down another ice water for Sam, taking the empty glass that was in front of him. She hustled away for a quick moment, returning empty-handed, no more liquidless glass in hand.

"Food should be out in a jiffy." Y/N stated.

"Then what are you doing here?" Sam asked with a playful grin spreading across his face. It reminded Bucky of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, a movie Natasha made Bucky watch.

"Gossip. You know that's all I do when I'm not working," Y/N chuckled.

"What do you gossip about?" Bucky quietly asked, but Y/N still heard him.

"Oh, stuff like work drama. There are some rude customers, believe it or not. If it weren't for you two, I'd be going insane."

Bucky laughed at that. He appreciated the fact that she liked his company and went out of her way to tell him that. She probably didn't notice the smile that spread across his face like warm butter on toast when she said that. Y/N fed Bucky the validation he was starving for. He was grateful.

"Do the rude customers tip ya'?" Sam broke the small muteness that followed Y/N's statement.

"Not usually." Y/N sighed with discontentment.

"Now that's just rude." Bucky's words fell out of his mouth before he could catch them. "They should tip if they're a pain in your ass, it's just plain manners." He was a waterfall of words, he just kept spewing them out.

Y/N grinned.

"You're right Sam, he really is a dream man."

A vague vibrating sound could be heard from Y/N's powdered sugar covered apron. Both men gazed down at the fabric, discovering where the sound was originating from.

"Well looks like the food is ready. Be back in a second."

Just as fast as she appeared, she was gone. Granted, it was the get the food Bucky was dying to try, but she was still gone.

"She's beautiful."

"What?" Sam blinked in surprise.

"Y/N, she's beautiful," Bucky replied softly, giving a small grin to Sam. He was right, she was a piece of fine art. She was a beautiful sculpture, handcrafted with care. Her figure was soft and beautiful. Her eyes as beautiful as space. Her smile as bright as a carnival at night, untouched by man. Admired by plenty, greatly appreciated by few. Bucky wanted to be included in that few.

"You planning on talking to her then?" A small, yet seemingly rushed voice asked from beside Bucky.

He anxiously scanned upwards to see the art herself, Y/N, carrying a few plates. She placed them on the table in a hurry, never breaking eye contact with the metal-armed brunette.

"I already have." Bucky smoothly replied. Suddenly he was grateful for his waterfall of a mouth because occasionally it would spit out the right thing.

"Oh really?" She humoured him while putting down some silverware.

"Yeah, she's pretty great too. If she's not taken I'd love to ask her out." She smiled, Bucky fist-bumped himself mentally, he got her to smile.

"I don't think she's taken." Y/N replied.  "I think she gets off at 5, if you want to pick her up."

"I'll be there."

He'll be there.

#bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #marvel masterlist #marvel fanfiction #sam wilson

[bisexualstevierogers]

Not Here (Colin Ritman X Reader) {SMUT}

Fandom: Black Mirror: Bandersnatch Pairing: Colin Ritman X Reader Word Count: 1,724 Warning: This contains EXPLICIT sexual content! Do not read if you’re uncomfortable with that! Also I’m still not great at writing smut so please be gentle with me (this is also my first fic in a few months). <3 Author's Note: This was written for several people: myself and my sister because we love Will Poulter, and @tricksters-captain who wrote an AMAZING Colin fic that you all should go read!! Also: Kitty and Pearl do not exist in this fic (:

You knocked on the door to the conference room, carefully balancing the tray of coffee in your arms.

The door swung open after a moment, and you were greeted with the sight of Colin's blonde hair rushing by you before he sat down again.

“Thank you, Colin.” You said politely before placing a coffee in front of him. He tipped his head in thanks.

You handed one to Mr. Thakur before handing the others to the other programmers who were sitting around the large table.

“If you need anything else, just let me know.” You encouraged before shutting the door behind you and making your way back to your desk.

The next few hours were uneventful as you took calls and made appointments for Mr. Thakur. Colin approached you around lunch time.

“Can you run and get me a sandwich from next door?” Colin asked, grabbing some bills from his wallet.

“Of course. What kind do you want?”

“I'll take a regular turkey with a bag of crisps. And whatever you want.”

Your cheeks flushed. “You don't have to buy me lunch, Colin.”

He smiled at you. “I know I don't have to, but I want to.”

“Thank you.” You replied as you grabbed your purse and the money from his outstretched hand. “I'll be back in a jiffy.”

------

You returned with the food, but when you went to Colin's desk, you were surprised to see that he wasn't there. Assuming he went to the toilet, you placed his sandwich, crisps, and drink on his desk, along with the money that had been left over.

Then you went back to your desk with your own sandwich, deciding you would work on some paperwork when you ate so you didn't have to do it later.

You had just settled down comfortably in your chair when you felt a pair of hands pulling your legs apart.

You jumped and opened your mouth to scream when you glanced under your desk and saw that it was Colin.

“Col? What are you doing?” You hissed, trying to pull your skirt back down.

“What does it look like I'm doing?” He asked teasingly, running his hands up and down your thighs.

“Trying to get us both fired.” You said, rolling your eyes. “We agreed that we'd be professional at work.”

“Actually, love, you agreed. I just sat there silently.”

“Colin if you do not get out from under my desk right now I'm going to murder you.”

Colin opened his mouth to respond, but he was surprised when you suddenly rolled your chair closer to him.

“Hi, Mr. Thakur.” You greeted politely and too loudly so that Colin could hear. His mouth snapped shut immediately.

“__y/n__, do you know where Colin is? I can't find him anywhere.”

Colin decided that was the perfect moment to pull your underwear to the side and begin licking at your folds.

“I'm not sure, when I dropped his lunch off at his desk he wasn't there. Maybe he's in the loo.” You lied, grateful that your voice hadn't shaken.

Mr. Thakur frowned. “Alright, thank you. If you see him, tell him I'm looking for him.”

“Of course.”

Mr. Thakur walked back to his office, and you slumped down in your seat as you breathed out a sigh of relief.

That was a mistake as it allowed Colin to pull you even closer to him and his tongue to slide deeper inside of you.

“Colin-” You started sternly, the words dying in your throat as Colin slipped a finger inside of you alongside his tongue.

You were torn between allowing Colin to finish what he was doing because he was excellent at making you cum, dragging him to the nearest closet and begging him to fuck you, and insisting he get out from underneath your desk and making him wait until you got home to finish your activities.

“Colin, c'mon, can't you wait until we're home?” You tried to be rational. You didn't want to be fired, but more than that, you didn't want Colin to be fired. He loved his job.

Colin pulled away from you with a pop. “Why should I have to when my girlfriend is right here?”

“Because it's inappropriate.”

Colin rubbed his thumb against your clit in slow circles as he looked up at you with a very exaggerated frown.

You fought to keep your breath steady.

“Would it make you feel better if we went somewhere more private?” Colin asked, removing his hand and smoothing your underwear back in place before adjusting your skirt.

“If you mean somewhere more private like home, then yes. You are not fucking me in a closet.”

“But you want me to.” Colin stated. It wasn't a question, he just knew you too well.

“No I don't.” You insisted, like a liar.

Colin chuckled, and in one smooth motion he had climbed out from underneath your desk, grabbed your hand, and began dragging you into a nearby supply closet.

Once Colin had shut the door behind you, you smacked his shoulder. “You are in so much trouble when we get home.” You hissed.

“You worry too much, love.” Colin insisted before pressing you against the wall and kissing you deeply.

You broke the kiss to murmur “You don't worry enough.” before relaxing into the kiss. You finally decided that if Colin wasn't going to back down, you should at least enjoy yourself.

Colin just chuckled as his fingers trailed down from your hip to your ass, where he squeezed roughly. “Maybe if you would stop wearing such tight skirts to work I would be able to wait until we got home for this.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, even as you worked on unbuttoning his slacks. “So now you're saying this is my fault?”

Colin groaned as you pushed his trousers down and slipped a hand into his boxers. “I'm just saying that it's your fault that you're so hot.” He said, trying to recover.

You rolled your eyes before unzipping your skirt and stepping out of it and your panties. You weren't going to risk staining them when you still had to wear them for several more hours.

Colin hoisted you into his arms and pressed you firmly into the wall once again. He teased his cock along your dripping slit.

“Colin, we're on a bit of a time crunch here, can you please hurr-” Colin cut off your complaint by sliding into you quickly.

You both moaned quietly.

You wrapped your arms around Colin's neck and pulled him into a rough kiss. Colin began fucking into you earnestly, and you fought the urge to moan more loudly, remembering that you were at work and you shouldn't be doing this at all.

You couldn't deny though that it made the sex that much hotter. Someone could walk in at any moment and find the two of you shagging in the closet like you were horny teenagers, and the thought just made you wetter.

Colin knew this and decided to exploit this.

“Can you believe how hard those blokes in the office would get if they saw me fucking you like this?”

“Colin,” You moaned quietly, sneaking a hand in between you so you could rub your clit while he fucked you.

“You look so hot taking my cock in this tiny closet, baby. Bet you wish you could be as loud as you are at home.”

“Yes.” You whined, gasping as Colin’s thrusts became even faster. You could tell he was getting close.

“Don't worry, love, when I get you home I'll fuck you again and then you can be as loud as you want.”

“Baby, kiss my neck, please.” You begged, and Colin did so immediately. The feeling of Colin's lips sucking and biting along your throat, paired with the way his cock was fucking in and out of you and the way your fingers were flying on your clit had you cumming around his cock with a quiet moan.

Your whole body trembled as you reached your peak. Colin helped you to the ground before pulling out of you and gently pushing you to your knees. You went willingly, opening your mouth immediately and allowing him to stick his cock in your mouth.

You took as much of him in your mouth as you could, swirling your tongue around his shaft as he carefully fucked into your mouth.

Colin had already been close, so it only took a few more thrusts before he was spilling down your throat with a groan. You swallowed it all, still gently sucking on him until he tapped you on the shoulder and you let him pull out.

You climbed to your feet and pulled your underwear and skirt back on before attempting to straighten out your blouse and fix your hair.

“Hey,” Colin said as he finished tucking himself back into his boxers and rebuttoning his trousers. “Thank you for indulging me. I love you.”  

You gave him a sweet smile, your orgasm having zapped any remaining annoyance you had for him. “I love you too. And you're welcome. It was fun.” You kissed him once more. “But just so you know, we are NEVER doing this again.”

“Aw, c'mon, love, it was-”

You slipped out of the closet without letting Colin finish talking and made your way back to your desk without being spotted by anyone.

You chuckled as Colin walked by your desk and you realized that he looked far more fucked out than you did.

His hair was a mess, his cheeks were deeply flushed, his glasses were foggy, and his trousers were wrinkled.

You blew him a kiss before finally beginning to eat your sandwich.

“Where the hell have you been?” Mr. Thakur asked as he rounded the corner and spotted Colin. He actually sounded less annoyed than you expected him to.

“I was doing stuff.”

You nearly choked on your sandwich as Colin winked at you over Mr. Thakur's shoulder.

You prayed he didn't notice it, and you were incredibly relieved as Mr. Thakur just wrapped an arm around his shoulder and steered him towards his office.

“Anyways Colin, I had this idea…”

Their voices faded out as they stepped into Mr. Thakur's office.

Colin was so going to get it when you got home.

End. <3

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[musical-broken-heart]

Beautiful

Stan walked into the school building. Head to breakfast and just get through the day! he thought to himself quickly walking to the cafeteria. Looking around he saw everyone running to each other after the long summer. Henry ran past him shoving him to the side.

September 1, 1989, dear diary! I believe I'm a good person ya know! I believe that there's good in everyone. But here I am first day of senior year! And I look around at these kids I've known all my life and I ask myself. What Happened?

Stan wrote down in a journal. "Freak!" someone yelled. "Slut!" on the other side of the room followed by a "Burnout!" teachers just looked around not caring. "Bugeyes!" a group of people yelled to new years. "Poser!" a girl shouted at another person. "Lardass!" The entire room screamed- all but Stan.

"We were so tiny happy and shiny! Playing tag and getting chased." Stan said walking around. "Freak!"

"Slut!"

"Loser!"

"Shortbus!"

"Singing and clapping! Laughing and napping baking cookies eating paste." Stan said trying to dodge every arm that raised to hug a friend and the bodies not watching where they were going.

"Bull-dyke!"

"Stuck up!"

"Hunchback!"

"Then we got bigger that was the trigger! like the Huns invading Rome." Stan said looking around for someone he knew only to get shoved aside by someone. "Oh sorry!" he quickly said walking away. "Welcome to my school this ain't no high school this is the Thunderdome!" he groaned seeing people glaring at him or watching him walk as though they were judging. "Hold your breath and count the days we're graduating soon!"

"White trash!"

"Collage will be paradise if I'm not dead by June!" Stan said stopping at a table and looking around. He took a breath and cleared his mind. "But I know I know. Life can be beautiful! I pray I pray I pray for a better way! If we changed back then we can change again!" he said to himself looking around trying to remember everyone as a child. "We can be beautiful!" he said running into someone. "OW!" the person said. "Just not today! Hey are you okay?" he asked trying to help the person up. "Get away nerd!" he yelled pulling away from Stan.

"Oh okay!"

"Freak!"

"Cripple!"

"Homo!"

"Homo."

"Homo!"

Stan turned the corner to get away from the chaos.

Things will get better soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown! Wake from this coma take my diploma then I can blow this town! Dream of Ivory coloured walls and smokey french cafe's fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze!

Grabbing his food he started for the table but not before someone hit his tray outta his hands. "OOPS!" they said taking a step away from Stan. Sighing he made a mental note to himself. Richie Tozier 3rd year as linebacker and eighth year of smacking lunch tray and being a huge "Dick" he muttered the last part. "What did you say to me skank?!" Richie hissed grabbing Stan by his shirt. "GAh! Nothing!" Stan said quickly walking away.

"But I know I know I know life can be beautiful! I pray I pray for a better way! We were kind before we can be kind once more! We can be beautiful!" Stan said not noticing someone walking behind him. Tapping him Stan yelped and turned around. "Hey, Ben!"

"Hey"

Benjamin Hanscom! My best friend for as long as I can remember. "We on for movie night?" he asked. Stan nodded. "yea! You're on jiffy pop detail!" he reminded. "I rented A New Hope!" Ben said excitedly. "Again? You have that thing memorized by now." Stan joked. "What can I say I'm a sucker for the Jedi way." Ben laughed with his friend. "Ben Haystack wide load!" someone yelled hitting his tray from his hands. Eddie Kaspbrak quarterback he is the smartest guy on the football team... Which is kinda like being the tallest dwarf.

"Pick that up! Right now!" Stan yelled. Eddie looked over his shoulder and smirked. "I'm sorry are you actually talking to me?" he asked leaning closer to Stan who stood firm. "yes I am what makes you think you have the right to pick on my friend? You're a high school has been waiting to happen! A future gas station attention." Stan sassed. Eddie glared at him. "You have a zit right there!" he said getting a laugh from Richie.

"Dear diary why?!"  

"Why do they hate me?"

"Why don't I fight back"

"Why do I act like such a creep?!"

"Why won't he date me?!" (Stan: Why?!)

"Why did I hit him"

"Why do I cry myself to sleep?" (Stan: Why?!)

"Somebody hug me"

"Somebody fix me"

"Somebody save me!"

"Send me a sign God!"

"Give me some hope here!"

"Something to live for!"

As Stan sat down three people walked in and everyone stopped to look at them.

Then there's the Bower Gang They float above it all.

"I love Henry, Victor, and Patrick!"

Victor Criss football leader his mother is loaded. She sells engagement rings

"I hate Henry, Victor, and Patrick!"

Patrick Hockstetter. Runs the weight training. No discernible personality but his dad did pay for steroids.

"I need Henry, Victor and Patrick!"  

Then there's Henry Bowers the almighty.

"I want Henry, Victor, and Patrick!"

he is a mythic dick! They are like solid Teflon- never bothered, never harassed. I would give anything to be like that.  

The bell rang and everyone scattered. The Bowers were in the bathroom and Stan followed them. Victor was vomiting in one of the stalls. "Grow up Victor! Bulmaira is so '87!" Henry yelled fixing his hair. "Maybe you should see a doctor Victor!" Patrick suggested as Victor walked out of the stall. "Yea Patrick maybe I should," he said weakly. Mr Smith walked in as they were talking and Victor ran back into the throwing his head over the toilet. "Ah Henry and Patrick," he said as Victor once again threw up. "And Victor. Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting but you're late for class," he said no emotion in his voice. "Victor wasn't feeling well. We're helping him!" Henry scoffed.

Stan was thinking fast and pulled out a pen and paper quickly wrote something down. "Not without a hall pass you're not! Weeks detention!" the teacher scolded. Stan stepped forward and handed the paper to him. "Actually Mr Smith all four of us are out on a hall pass. Training committee." Stan said as the teacher took the note and looked it over. "I see you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you're going!" he shouted leaving the bathroom. Henry looked at the note and smirked.

"This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?!" he asked. "Um, I'm Stanley Uris! I crave a boon." Stan said quickly fear taking over him. "What boon?!" Henry asked walking towards him. "Let me sit at your table for lunch. Just once! No talking necessary! If people think that you tolerate me then they'll leave me alone!" Stan said. The three boys looked at each other and scoffed. "And before you say anything I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes," Stan added.

"What about prescriptions?" Victor asked. "Shut up Victor!" Henry yelled. "Sorry Henry," he said quickly and quietly. "For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure," Henry said walking around Stan inspecting him. "And a symmetrical face! if I took a meat cleaver down the centre of your face I'd have matching halves. That's very important." Patrick said causing Stan to become more scared. "of course you could stand to gain a few muscles." Victor said now looking better than before.

"And you know, you know, you know? This could be beautiful. Shaving, maybe some hair gel! And we're on our way. Get this guy some weights and Victor I need some tape. Let's make him beautiful!" Henry smiled as the other two nodded and went to their bags grabbing the stuff Henry said. "Okay?" he asked causing Stan to snap back in reality. "Okay!" he agreed.

"Out of my geek!" Eddie yelled pushing someone aside. "I don't want trouble!" the boy said. Richie walked behind him grabbing his shirt. "You're gonna die at 3 pm!"

"Don't you dare touch me!"

"Get away pervert!"

"What did I ever do to them?!"

"Who can survive this?"

"I can't escape this!"

"I think I'm dying!"

"Who's that with Henry?!" Someone yelled causing everyone to look. "Henry, Victor, Patrick! And someone! Henry, Victor, Patrick, and a jock! Henry, Victor, Patrick-" Ben rushed forward gasping at his friend. "Stanley?!" he yelled. "Stanley? Stanley. Stanley!"

Stan rushed forward a huge grin plastered on his face. "And you know! You know! You know Life can be beautiful! You hope you dream you pray and you get your way! Ask me how it feels looking like hell on wheels! My god, it's beautiful! I might be beautiful! And when you're beautiful! It's a beautiful fricken day!" He yelled as Henry wrapped an arm around his new creation proud of what he did.

"Stan?" Ben asked looking shook. "Ben oh this will be so great for us no more being bothered!" tan laughed with Ben. "Well just remember to talk to me." he joked. "Of course. Still on for movie night?" Stan asked. Ben nodded and walked away.

#heathers #losers club #beautiful #stan uris #henry bowers #it chapter one #my own work

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On Deutschland and Italia by Lovino Valenti

Lovino writes a series of blog entries on the relationship between Germany and Italy as he deals with a move to Hamburg, his brother’s wedding, and his budding romance (which he denies) to the infuriating Gilbert Beilschmidt.

                                                     Chapter 3

On Deutschland and Italia.

Italy’s troubling relationship with Germany in the current immigration crisis.

Making Peace with Gilbert.

 The relationship between Germany and Italy has recently soured so much that a recent anti-European agenda has been rising in Italy, dividing the country in preference to staying or following Britain’s example. There has been talk of creating a new mini-schengen…and guess who Germany will gladly kick out from it. Apparently, it’s a lesson to us for following in Greece’s footsteps. There’s been very crude remarks from the very Italian media, even from the point of view of high positioned leaders in the government, from that people that I both cannot and do agree with. But to be honest, this new idea of Italy’s is dangerous and as much as I hate to admit, we do depend on Germany to keep ourselves somewhat stable and show a strong European Union. But we shouldn’t be treated as subordinates, side casted when we are indeed one of the powerful economies of the continent. Many of you had commented to creating these very agreements with my own tyrannical German government here…which is Gilbert. Sure, what I just wrote had relativity and I might as well tell myself the very same thing…but I am not so easily persuaded after all he has done. I can’t just simply get over years of bullying like that. There has to be forgiveness, a common ground, an admit to all our wrongs that I know Gilbert is incapable of. Until we come to that meeting point, the crisis between us shall continue.

  The dinner was at seven, and with the perks of living above the restaurant, Lovino was there to help with the preparations of the table, dressed and rubbing his hands ready for his pizza.

 “I’m so glad you’re here!” Feliciano came, hugging him from the back tightly, even hanging, which brought them to spinning, Lovino reluctantly having to hold his arms around him.

 “You promised me pizza,” he had to remind.

 “And you will have it! I already have the cooks on it,” he winked and promised.

 “You better!”

 “This shouldn’t be only about pizza,” Augusto intervened, placing his loving and strong hold on their shoulders. “It has to be about the wonderful news Feliciano has for us,” he cuddled against him.

 “I just care about pizza.”

 A hit against the back of his head.

 “They’re here!” Renata called, having just spotted their car enter the parking area, hurrying to the table to make sure everything was well set.

 “Please behave,” Feliciano begged Lovino lastly.

 “Me? You should be telling that to Nonno as well!”

 “I always behave!”

 Lovino raised an eye but didn’t continue.

 Feliciano came to the door just as his large and buffed boyfriend entered the restaurant, taking him by the elbows so they could kiss as disgustingly as ever to Lovino, who rolled his eyes and kept them away. Augusto and Renata gushed.

 Ludwig spotted Lovino and tried to send a greeting smile, but Lovino grimaced and even moved further away, helping some of the waiters place the bread baskets on the table.

 “Is he ready?” Ludwig asked in a whisper.

 “Ready for the dinner? Of course he is!”

 “I meant…for Gilbert…” and that’s when Feliciano came to the crashing, heavy realization that now Gilbert had to come into the restaurant, share a table with Lovino, after he had told him he wasn’t going to be there and how their last meeting had been (Nonno Augusto told him).

 “Um…” he couldn’t finish as the rest of the Beilschmidts came in, the restaurant now filled in their loud greetings and instant chats. It started swell and Lovino had even come to greet them quite behaved. For now, Ludwig and Feliciano were breathing, for they knew that once Gilbert entered, they had to act quick.

 “Hallo, Valenti! Where’s the pizza!” Gilbert shouted, unmistaken, in no way to be missed.

 Augusto, Vincenzo and Renata smiled to his welcome, giving him their usual kiss to the cheek, but for Lovino it was the rapture to darken the dimmed and beautiful lighting of the restaurant. That was the moment Feliciano quickly went to his side.

 “What. Is. He. Doing. Here?” Lovino grinded, as a sort of hold from not going and hurling himself at Gilbert to drive him away, thinking perhaps he was intruding.

 “Lovino! The pizza!” Feliciano distracted, pulling him towards the table, trying to keep his face on the just placed ‘Italiana’ pizza, going as far as to even push him to just stare at it while they all took their seat. Feliciano took sitting beside Lovino, Ludwig on Feliciano’s other side, Gilbert in turn in his other. Ludwig thought that his stature could do well to hide his brother and at least he was away from sitting frontal in Lovino’s vision.

 “Come on! Taste it! Taste it! Taste it!” Feliciano excited.

 Bless pizza indeed, for it was Lovino’s hunger that kept him from shouting out or angering the more, for now distracted in the heavenly ingredients melting well in a wonderful combine in his mouth.

 The table was filled in all kinds of conversations soon enough, enjoyable, wonderful food coming in, Gilbert and Lovino participating in their own chats and bites without having for a moment needing to interact. All the inhabitants of the table made sure of that.

 They had come into dessert without a major disaster, Ludwig and Feliciano looking between themselves with such stupor, excited to soon tell the news to their families. Feliciano spun his ring in anticipation under the table.

 “Gilbert is one of my best mechanics. I’ve seen him fix cars in simple hours. I’m sure he can fix whatever your problem is,” Aldrich told Vincenzo.

 “That’s right! I’ll have it ready for you in a jiffy!” Gilbert assured loudly, one Lovino just couldn’t ignore.

 “Then why can’t you have my car ready, asshat,” Lovino had to put in, grimacing against his glass of wine as he drank.

 Gilbert remained silent and Ludwig just hoped that he wouldn’t provoke anything else, that he could bite his lips and focus on his own pizza before him.

 “I said you have to get ready to wait. I’m not touching your car,” Gilbert grimaced as well, hoping as the rest it wouldn’t escalate from this.

 Lovino scoffed, “shitty mechanic you are then. I don’t know what everybody is going on about.”

 “If you weren’t such a shit head yourself, then maybe I could have given you that car in record time,” he rolled his eyes.

 “Or maybe you just can’t do it.”

 “With that disgusting car, it’s easy.”

 “What? Never seen an actual beautiful car in all your time working there?”

 “I’ve seen some more pristine than whatever you can afford.”

 “You can’t even afford to have the stuff you horribly fix.”

 This new fight took control of the table, all silence as they plotted how they could stop this, if there was something that could break it.

 “You clearly haven’t seen my car,” Gilbert rolled his eyes, proud of his own.

 “That disgusting tow truck?”

 “Don’t insult Marina!”

 “You fucking named it!”

 “Nothing wrong with that,” Augusto intervened, hoping it could ease things.

 “Actually, I do believe it’s rather silly,” Aldrich added.

 “Nothing wrong with some harmless fun,” Louis said.

 “I’ll name my car…Pietrina,” Renata made it seem so wonderful and imaginative.

 “Oh god, Rena, no!” Monika said loudly.

 “Pietrina sounds awful,” Reinhardt had to say.

 “My grandmother was Pietrina!” Vincenzo insulted.

 “Well I’m sorry she had an awful name!”

 “A German man named Reinhardt is telling me this! You don’t know class?”

 “Don’t know class? Well let me tell you!”

 And from a serene moment, fights filled the table, loud and focusing, surely having many others in the restaurant staring, some even deciding to leave at such disturbance. The only two who stood out from this were Ludwig and Feliciano, who gazed between each other hoping for some sort of solution to stop all this.

 “I think now would be a good time to tell them,” Ludwig suggested.

 “Like this?” It was all so awful and unsightly, definitely not how Feliciano had imagined it.

 “Can’t we just get them to stop fighting?”

 “I’m sure it’s not going to work.”

 They were so dedicated to their fights, it’s like they forgot that Ludwig and Feliciano were there too.

 Feliciano sighed, nervous. This had to be it.

 “Okay,” he nodded to Ludwig, both taking their hands tightly under the table, prepared.

 “Um…” Feliciano began, raising a hand hoping it could catch their attentions. They continued to shout over it, their eyes too dedicated to their fights they didn’t even raise their glances to him.

 “Guys,” he tried calling again, nothing changed. “Guys,” a little bit louder this time.

 Ludwig was getting exasperated.

 “We’re getting married!” He ended up shouting, piercing enough to not only bring silence to the table, but to the entire restaurant.

 Their eyes were on them, surprised, questioning, but it was the silence and attention they needed.

 “Yes…uh…Ludwig and I are getting married,” Feliciano admitted shyly, raising his hand along with Ludwig’s to show the ring on the appropriate finger. “And I’m…moving with him to Santo Domingo.” There was still no response, only the same bewilderment that kept them frozen and silent.

 “Woo…” Feliciano celebrated, trying to get them all to react…yet nothing.

  On Deutschland and Italia.

Starved Germans and Desperate Italians.

Ludwig and Feliciano.

 In the 1950s, Germany signed a recruitment treaty with Italy that brought a large swarm of migrations to the country. It was at this exact time, after a horrible destructive war, that Germans began taking those postcard vacations to Italy…introducing us to the horrible image of socks with sandals.

 While Germans bathe in warm Italian sun, Italians themselves are overworking in their cold country.

 Italians had no other choice than to adapt, bringing with them stronger heaters, warmer clothes, even the very machines and trinkets that made our food.

 I can assure you nothing stops us from keeping the freshness.

 We had to learn a whole new language, had to deal with force labor, cramped quarters in old army barracks, horrible nicknames and stereotypes.

 Germans instead discover their love for Italy.

 It was paradise to them, an image brought forward to them by brochures, romantic movies and songs.

 They came to Italy in just the large numbers Italians took to Germany. In response to the harsh treatments and comments, they began to be ridiculed with their own nicknames and stereotypes, many that continue to this day.

 Sure, Gilbert and I might dislike each other a lot, but my brother and his brother don’t share that sentiment.

 Just this weekend they announced that they will be marrying each other…so you can understand how different our relationships are.

 Ludwig and Feliciano, because of this stronghold our families held, had known each other since birth and it was a tragedy separating them later when we had to leave for Italy. About fifteen years later, Feliciano returns to Hamburg made one fine piece of ass and Ludwig is one those many fools drooling and getting horny over my little brother. Whatever returning childhood friendship they wanted was thrown to the curve when they preferred dating, fucking, getting into a serious relationship and now marriage.

 My brother would have stood a chance…if he wasn’t into…tall and blond buff guys that…bake.

 In one part, I’m glad my brother found love, to someone that I have to admit will be loyal, devoted and loves him just as immensely. In another part…it’s Ludwig…a Beilschmidt! My brother is marrying…a Beilschmidt!

 I know our families were practically married already, so you must be thinking how this could make any difference. It makes a lot of difference because they’re connecting our families more. This time, we’ll really be family, we’ll be related, which means more time with them, more I have to take Gilbert’s shit and it will probably continue on until my last days.

 Currently I am in a mixture of emotions and I still don’t know how to react about this to my brother. But rest assured, I won’t sit back and take it all lightly.

  “Are you insane?” Was Lovino’s loud entrance into Feliciano’s apartment, stomping, ringing every item on him, taking the chair, the slide alerting, practically smashing himself against his seat as he stared at Feliciano straight on demanding answers.

 The younger was siting calmly at his stool, a hand with a paintbrush against a canvas, his other holding a medical report he was currently reading over to make sure it was correct to hand in.

 “Buon giorno, fratellone,” he greeted as nicely and kindly as ever.

 Lovino only huffed and slammed a hand against the table. “Don’t give me that crap. Come on, explain,” he heavily signaled with his hands, as if creating the space for Feliciano to take.

 Feliciano groaned, rolled his eyes, closing his book and putting his brush into a jar of water with others.

 Curse the day he gave his brother a spare key.

 “I love him,” Feliciano thought was sufficient enough.

 “I need more reasoning than that.”

 Feliciano huffed, but yet answered, “he’s my perfect match. We can live together, we see each other in our futures. There’s no one else I could love and want to be with more.”

 Lovino was still unconvinced.

 “He’s the sweetest man I know, a gentleman, respectful, patient, hardworking. He brings me peace and happiness.”

 Lovino didn’t change his expression. “That’s it?”

 “It should be enough, Lovino!” Feliciano angered.

 “Not to me!”

 “To you! This is me we’re talking about and if I decide to be with Ludwig and move with him to the Caribbean, then that’s what I’m going to do! I know you dislike the Beilschmidts, but I won’t let that stop me from being with the man I love.”

 “You do understand that marrying him involves basically dragging your families together, right?”

 “Lovino, it doesn’t have to be that way. If you don’t want to be with them, then don’t.”

 “And yet look what happened last night. You said Gilbert wasn’t going to be there and you go ahead and betray me,” he says like it was a big tragedy upon their play.

 “It was an important announcement. You honestly didn’t want Ludwig’s brother to be part of a family moment just because you didn’t want him there?”

 “He has to understand my boundaries.”

 “It was a family dinner!” He was on the verge of shouting. His brother could sometimes really drag him up the wall. “One that I wanted you in as well and I knew you wouldn’t come if you knew he was coming too. So I’m sorry that I did lie, but I really wanted you to be there.”

 Lovino lay in pensive silence, Feliciano giving himself that time to breathe and calm. “I’m sorry okay, I’m sorry,” he repeated, hurt.

 Lovino sighed, “it’s fine, I guess I am just…overacting over everything and I…I’m sorry I fought like that in the dinner. I should have controlled myself…and so should have Gilbert.”

 Feliciano rolled his eyes but smiled still.

 Comforting silence than lay over them, but Lovino was still insisting. “But, again, why are you marrying Ludwig?” He was back to his defensive self.

 Feliciano groaned and prepared for what would be his day.

  “I get it, Lud. Feli is adorable, gorgeous, I would have happily married him too!” Gilbert opened the door of the café for them. “Wise decision, wonderful, I’m very proud of you.”

 “But?” Ludwig was expecting it.

 “I mean…are you sure you want to be part of that family?”

 “Gilbert, we’ve known them since we were kids. They’re already practically family,” he rolled his eyes, ordering their usual drinks.

 “This is different! You will now completely submerge yourself in them. It would be spiritual, legal. You’ll be tying us stronger together than ever before.”

 “And that’s…bad?”

 “Yes, and that’s because you’re tying me to Lovino too.”

 “The ones who are getting married are me and Feliciano, not you and Lovino.”

 The image Gilbert got in his head was haunting.

 “We’d still be considered family. We’ll have to meet in constant holidays, reunions, parties, and I don’t think you want that fight at the dinner again,” Gilbert warned hoping it could convince.

 Ludwig still took their table unchanged, waiting patiently for their drinks.

 “You’ll probably get used to each other at some point and stop,” Ludwig believed and was convinced.

 “If Lovino can hold a grudge against me still after fifteen years, yeah, I don’t think so.”

 “You can learn to not let it get to you.”

 “I can’t just hold back.”

 “You’ll have to if you want things to continue peacefully.”

 “I’m not going to quit like that,” he announced, just as a waiter brought them their drinks.

 “Well, you’ll have to, or at least while me and Feliciano are here preparing everything for the wedding. Afterwards, I doubt you guys will get the chance to meet.”

 “I doubt our families would let that happen,” Gilbert rolled his eyes.

 Even without Ludwig and Feliciano in the country, their grandparents and parents would still have their own reunions that all were expectant to participate in. As long as he and Lovino were in the same city, it was unavoidable.

 “Anything I can do to convince you to back out of this?” Gilbert was ready to help him in whatever escapade, a mischievous grin that Ludwig already stared with scold in his expression. “You’re really doing this?”

 “Everything is starting to get set.”

 “Fuck.”

 Ludwig rolled his eyes and decided on just focusing on his drink.

  “But to the Dominican Republic!” Lovino shouted, decorated with a wine glass in his hand, pacing the room as he took his drink.

 “Ludwig got an opportunity there and I want to go with him,” Feliciano lay in calm on the couch.

 “What about you?”

 “I’ll be volunteering at a children’s hospital,” the doofus actually sounded excited.

 “Volunteering only?” Lovino wore the same insult that the rest of his family wore when Feliciano mentioned it.

 “So,” Feliciano had shrugged it as always.

 “As in you won’t be getting any pay?” How was he thinking of surviving?

 “They said they’ll be giving me something depending on the patients I take and the amount of workers.”

 “I doubt it will be enough.”

 “Relax, with what Ludwig will get, we’ll be more than settled.”

 “So, he’ll be your sole dependence then,” Lovino angered.

 “We’ll be fine! If anything I’ll paint and sell my artwork.”

 “Who does Ludwig think he is?” Lovino insulted for his little brother. “I get it now! He decided on marrying you to drag you along with him so he can keep you to yourself without having to worry about leeches over here.”

 Feliciano groaned into his hands, breathing out whatever worsening of his anger. “We both talked about this! Even if he hadn’t proposed, I would have still gone with him!”

 “He wants to make you a housewife!”

 “No! Ludwig didn’t make me do anything! Lovino please understand that this is all in my choosing and what I know will make me happy.”

 “Maybe Ludwig made you believe that!”

 “You’re really trying out my patience here.”

  “So, while you work yourself in files and tracks, numbers and sitings, Feliciano will be lazing about in your house expecting you to come home and cook.”

 “He’ll have a job too and despite his constant naps, he is not one to skip on cooking. I highly doubt he would leave such responsibilities,” Ludwig defended, entering the familiar workshop.

 “You can’t be too sure!”

 “I’m constantly in his apartment, I’m actually pretty sure.”

 “Gilbert! A Nissan just came in and the customer paid us extra to have it done by tomorrow evening,” was the first thing Opa Aldrich announced as both had entered his office.

 “Got it! We’ll continue discussing this later,” the older brother pointed rather menacingly, with power in his stride as he headed to work.

 “Still trying to convince you out of this?” Aldrich guessed as much.

 “Yes. He has to know I’m sure about this.”

 “He’s just looking out for you.”

 “Why would I need him to? This is Feliciano were talking about! There’s nothing to be worried about.”

 “We might never know, Ludwig. We still have to watch out. With Feliciano being so eccentric and you so orderly, I believe there are things that will clash between you two and cause discomforts and betrayals,” Aldrich worded out his own concerns as he wrote and picked between files in his desk.

 Ludwig couldn’t believe his grandfather was actually uttering those words.

 “Opa, you know Feliciano yourself,” Ludwig had to sit down, not being able to take these doubts. “Yes, he is lively, vibrant and outgoing, sometimes unwatchful and clumsy, but he is still very devoted and sacrificial when it’s needed. I’m sure that in our marriage he will show it more strongly than ever. I highly doubt he will be capable of this……do you think I will be?”

 “I know you…and I know you won’t.”

 “As I know Feliciano and I know he won’t. How would you feel if Augusto had these very doubts about me?”

 Aldrich didn’t give any other word, seeming more focused on his work.

 “I’m just looking out for you is all.”

  Ludwig still felt the question from his part, disliking and already fearing for this coming process.

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