#anyways someone get knuckles some grapes

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Everyone in this image needs some help-

#miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #nine the fox #sonic prime #knuckles the echidna #sonic au #nine and robo tails are little shits #to be fair- tails is already one so ehhh #man I need someone tk talk to about my robo tails AU #BUT AT THE SAME TIME I AINT TRYNNA BE SPOILY #even tho it won’t be like a comic or anything #huh… idk what to do with the AU since I’m not making it a fanfic #kitsune AU is my baby so that regard #idk #anyways someone get knuckles some grapes #some entertainment #he needs it

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I just wanna let you know that your writing is living rent free in my mind and is actively fueling my sonic obsession ♥️♥️♥️/pos

If you're still doing them do you have any headcanons for Knuckles Sonic and Shadow? (the blorbos)

AHHHHH thank you sm sm !!! 🫶🏾🫶🏾

I'm unsure if you mean separate or as a team/working together so I'll try to squirrel in a little of both. I hope this is to your liking 🔥

As a team

I'm pretty sure any team with Sonic on it is just referred to as team Sonic ngl, I don't know what they would be called anyway? Just bc they have so many conflicting traits

They'd probably end up with something generic like team Force or smthn

They all have a music preference but don't mind the music the others listen to

They bond mostly by beating each other up. It's all in good fun. Kinda.

All three of them are quiet one on one but are nothing except overstimulating when together

Sharing Tails is actually the worst thing to ever happen to them, as well as Tails. They fight constantly. All the time.

They rarely ever actually say things that would cause emotional damage, and they're all horrible at apologizing, but they're all learning together. Since everyone understands hating emotional vulnerability so well they cut each other some slack

Normally only two people are fighting at the same time, allowing the other one to act as a mediator. Though, three-way fights aren't unheard-of, and they usually get over it after punching each other a bunch instead of talking through it

Shadow and Knuckles take great joy in teaming up against Sonic when he gets too cocky

Group costume except they all showed up as the same thing on accident and started brawling because of it

Argue like brothers. Everyone is tired of them. Everyone. However, when it comes down to it if you upset one of them you upset all of them. Especially if you upset Sonic, the other two have way less restraint than him. You will get jumped I fear

None of them keep track of anything. They lose things constantly. Important documents? Yeah they're gone. Why'd you even give them those? At this point it's your fault you know how they are. Shadow is the only one with an excuse (I headcanon Shadow still suffers from short term memory problems many years after his not-really death)

None of their sleep schedules line up. Ever. Someone is always running on empty and is cranky all day.

Separate

Sonic is an early bird and takes naps throughout the day. Shadow is a night owl and doesn't really need to sleep as much as the average person. Knuckles goes to sleep super super early and has the sleep schedule of an old man

Shadow spends a lot of time trying to figure out newer technology. Despite being the ultimate lifeform it just really doesn't come naturally to him

Knuckles is the same way except he doesn't care, and only really tries when Tails asks him to

Sonic ends up being shorter than most if not all his friends and is very salty about it

Sonic and Knuckles are audhd

Shadow is autistic OCD <- projecting

Shadow's house is covered in incense. Every room has one. They're all lavender scented.

Shadow hates change, Sonic has mixed feelings

Knuckles is a chronic headache haver. Like no wonder he's always in a bad mood, do you know how hard it is to get Advil when you live on a floating rock

It's okay, Knuckles has tons of natural/organic remedies for most sickness anyway

Sonic is really good at charades

Shadow is super sentimental and refuses to admit it, he has lots of old mementos that he simply refuses to acknowledge but can't bring himself to throw away

Knuckles is fluent in multiple dead languages

Sonic and Knuckles are both super into geography, one is way better than the other one at it but you can choose which is which lol

Knuckles likes grapes but can't stand any of the faux grape flavors of processed foods. He wants grape flavor not purple flavor.

On the same wavelength, he doesn't really f/w processed food in general. He spends most of his time foraging and making his own foods from scratch, most processed foods make him sick

#sth #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #knuckles the echidna #headcanons #sonic headcanons #sonic and shadow #shadow #sonic and knuckles #knuckles #i have the mic #asking and answering #sorry it took so long i had a very long day #it is currently 1am as i am writing this lol #another long ass post so im just accepting that's what it is now #i need to brush up on my shadow lore lol hopefully you can't tell

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

Do you have any Wachowski family headcanons post-Sonic movie 2 with Tails and Knuckles now included into the fam?

Oh-ho, asking for more family fluff are we? My pleasure to assist with that :)

I’m going to split it up by character rather than grouping it together this time.

Sonic

Starts to call Tails his “lil bro” or “bud” while he calls simply Knuckles “Knucklehead” because he can be so hardheaded.

Definitely has a thing for hugs, he just doesn’t want to admit to wanting one because he’s trying to look more “mature and cool” but secretly loves them whenever he gets them.

Sonic tends to have some intense nightmares once in awhile due to the battle he had with Robotnik and him along with Tom and Maddie were almost crushed by the death egg robot. It gets to the point where he has trouble sleeping and stay up late at night and take short naps in the day. His parents start to notice and try to help him deal with the night terrors.

He starts a little bedtime tradition where the boys pick a book for the night while Maddie reads it to them. Tails highly enjoys it while Sonic pretends not to be interested while listening intensely. Knuckles usually doesn’t pay attention what’s happening in the story but listens anyway because Maddie’s voice sounds soothing enough to help him sleep.

Teaches Tails and Knuckles the basics of how to take care of a dog so that they can take turns of Ozzie to ease Tom and Maddie of the task.

Tails

His age in the film is 8 3/4, he likes to remind people just so they don’t think he’s simply 8.

Just like Sonic, he likes to have have his ears and head scratched. But his favorite one is where he receives those cute little nose nuzzles from Maddie where she rubs her nose against his.

Enjoys receiving the cuddles very much. Usually does this with Maddie and Sonic most of the time. Even joining in on those early weekend morning cuddling where he would sit on the bed with her and Tom and just talk about anything.

Quickly has a knack for wanting to play games children from earth usually play outside like hide and seek or tag or a game that quickly becomes a favorite of the three, “Monster Hunt”, which is pretty similar to tag but the tagger has to pretend to be a monster of sorts and try to hunt down the other players as they avoid being captured.

He soon learns different earth languages like French, Spanish, Japanese and Siberian, after the translator nearly made a mess of things.

Tends to ask Knuckles for rides on his shoulder whenever he doesn’t feel like walking around or flying. He knows that he’s the tallest out of all of them and loves the feeling of being the tallest, even if it’s for a short while. Eventually he starts asking Tom for them as well once he volunteered to carry him and give Knuckles a break from it.

His fear of thunderstorms were pretty bad to get through during the rainy season in Montana. In his old home, he would spend the whole time in his lab, away from the loud noise but there’s not a soundproof area in the house similar to that so whenever a bad storm does happen, Sonic would stay with him and distract him from the storm by comforting him, telling him a funny story or reading a few pages of a random book to him while the storm passes. Knuckles tried to do similar methods but it ended up scaring the kit even more.

Although they share a room, Tails tends to move his bed closer to Sonic’s for that sense of being near someone after not having it for a certain time in his life after losing his family.

Becomes so obsessed with the flavor of mint ice cream, he almost ate it for 2 weeks straight.

Knuckles

Steadily starts to eat oatmeal almost everyday as a preferred meal, mostly because it’s the one food that taste good when grapes are put in it, at least for him it does.

He usually will talk to Ozzie, doesn’t matter if it’s when they’re alone or around the others, he includes the dog into most conversations he would have and thinks that the reason why he never responds back is because he just hasn’t been taught basic words and needs help with speaking but decides to include him so he won’t feel left out.

Slowly becomes something of a “mama’s boy” out of the trio, wanting to always make Maddie, or as he calls her “goddess Madeleine” happy due to how safe he tends to feel around her, he helps makes breakfast so that he can give hers himself, cleaning parts of the house so she doesn’t have to clean as much. Sonic teases him for going overboard at times but he doesn’t care.

Takes up to learning how to ride a skateboard or “a board that defies earth’s gravity” and gets pretty skilled at it.

Becomes pretty enthralled with karaoke music, his singing still needs some work but his energy is in the right place.

Absolutely LOVES eating gummy fruit candy.

Tom

Takes his new role as “official dad” to heart now that he has 3 boys to look after.

Usually calls one of them, “my kid” or “my kids” when they’re all together.

Does this one cute thing with Sonic and Tails where they hang onto his arms while he lifts them up like dumbbells or spins them around.

Is referred as “Mr. Tom” by Tails when they first meet while Knuckles calls him, “Lord of the donuts”.

Since he usually plays the guitar, Tom decides to teach the boys how to play simple chords as a bonding exercise, though for Knuckles it’s pretty difficult.

Always pulls a chance to race Sonic, fully knowing well that the kid is much faster than him but just does it for fun.

THE NEW AND IMPROVED DAD JOKES. No one is safe from them.

Maddie

Just like that little moment in the end of the 2nd movie, she tends to do that little nose booping thing to Sonic all the time, even to Tails and Knuckles from time to time.

Thanks to her being the town’s vet, she uses the new appearance of Tails and Knuckles to slowly study more of the anatomy of the Mobians so she can treat them better if they were ever injured.

Enjoys being a new mom to their ever growing family, even with how hectic it can be.

She quickly picks up the hobby of photography, mostly inspired by the kids doing their usual thing during the day and her wanting to document it and create scrapbooks for them

After the experience with dealing with the GUN soldiers with Tails’ gadgets, she soon asks Tails to create more simple trinkets that she can use in case situations like that happen again and no one else is around to help her. She soon carries around small gadgets and uses them for self defense, like one where it a can that looks like pepper spray but actually sprays out cinnamon mixed with pepper that causes someone to sneeze uncontrollably or silly putty that when thrown at a person, will immediately become dense as soon as it makes contact and pulls them down to the ground, also making them stick to the ground.

Teaches yoga to Tails and Knuckles, the latter of which tend to join her on weekly sessions due to how relaxed it makes him.

#sonic movie 2 headcanons #sonic movie headcanons #sonic movie 2 #sonic movie #scu #sonic cinematic universe #tom wachowski #maddie wachowski #movie sonic #sonic wachowski #movie tails #tails wachowski #tails prower wachowski #movie knuckles #knuckles wachowski #anonymous #asks answered

[mrpenguinpants]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

I love modern au. Or any “everything is fine, no one died, it’s just a fever dream” au. Half of me is thinking, damn maybe I should answer this serious- LOL HAHA no. That’s not happening. Time to crack my knuckles and let my brainworms take over again.

Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. I want to switch up my characters from the last brainworm post but I included Kaeya and Diluc.

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Today’s appreciation post goes to twistedwishes. Hey! I’ve been seeing you pop up a lot lately and thanks for the support 💕💕 I hope things are going better for you and you’re doing alright^^ I feel kinda bad for making appreciation posts on crack fics but hopefully this is somewhat funny haha. 

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Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: Roommate [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

[Masterlist]

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Diluc

Absolute pretty boy who has braincells, but only if Kaeya is not there. In his mind, Kaeya’s presence makes his room loose 40% of their common sense. He can’t prove it just yet but he’s working on it. He majors in accounting but also has a minor in marketing, logistics’ management, fia- he majors everything business related. He’s going to become the next Elon Musk through smarts or by getting the competition drunk. There can be no contest if he’s the only candidate. He’s actually a hard working guy that overworks and stresses way too much. You have daily “Diluc recharge” evenings where he just hangs onto you while you go through your day.

“Don’t fucking talk to me until I’ve had my coffee,” except there is no coffee - he drinks grape juice out of juice boxes and his only energy boost is when he meets up with you - and that’s his constant mood. So he usually only hangs around you and Jean, since she has childhood friend status and is actually an angel. By default, Lisa is added and Diluc doesn’t mind her but if he see’s Kaeya, it’s full on war paint mode. If he's not busy with work or studies, he's usually with you either in your dorm or his apartment.

He has a fanclub and he seriously hates it and tries to do everything in his power to get Ningguang to take it down. Shouldn’t this be against his rights? But she refuses for whatever reason and makes a whole speech about free will. No matter what he does, someone manages to take a picture and it get’s printed in the university’s newspaper. The only bonding time he has with Kaeya is every Monday, where they collect and burn all the universities newspapers before anyone can get their hands on it. You always bring marshmallows to make smores during their arson activities.

“When I graduate I’m going to burn this school down to the ground. That’s not a threat it’s a promise.”

Ningguang

Is secretly the leader of the Diluc fanclub - not that she likes Diluc, she’s in a questionable platonic poly marriage with you and Beidou - but it was the easiest way to gain funds for the student council. Which she is the president of, so rip Diluc the fanclub stays. Ruthless business woman I tell you. But she can run in heels so her danger factor rises by at least 20%.

Majors in social sciences and law but more specifically the political science & government. She saw the Imperial State Crown that the Queen of England wears and says yes, that’s mine now. If she’s not with Beidou and you planning on “how to infiltrate the state government just for lols”, then she’s with Keqing, Ganyu, and Zhongli discussing student council things. Should they or should they not tell the student body that they can see everyone’s search results? Sit back and relax as the school goes into chaos. 

She’s probably the scariest person on campus No, she is the scariest person on campus. She’s the scariest person on campus. But secretly she’s popping 20 aspirins just to make it through a night. She has the digestive system of steel. She still holds the title of "seriously do not try and beat her in a drinking game it's never going to happen" and that's her proudest achievement in life but sadly she can’t put it on her resume. Kaeya is still trying to beat her out of spite but so far it hasn't been working. You’re seriously concerned for her when she get’s challenged but Beidou gives you a way-to-hard slap on the back and cheers her on. If Ninngguang somehow get’s alcohol poisonings she’ll somehow find away to make a profit out of it.

"I'll let him die, I'll get the insurance money."

Kaeya

One day he chugged too much mouth wash, passed out, and somehow woke up in university majoring in law. His idea is that if he is apart of the law, he can therefore stand above it. To be fair, his only goal in life is to say “I am the manager” and he can go live the rest of his life in bliss or as a hermit. He’s secret best friends with you but wouldn't be caught dead beside you. He will stab a bitch if you ever get hurt but will still trip you on the way home. Seriously, you have no idea why people find him attractive. Your guess is it’s the eye patch or the clap of his ass cheeks that keeps alerting everyone.  

He’s apart of the newspaper club and if anyone asks: No, he has no idea who keeps taking all the newspapers and burns them in the back of the campus. Originally, he joined because he was nosy and needed to join some type of club for his resume. He sometimes feels bad for his junior assistant Amber because he keeps tricking her and says that Diluc is secretly a demon that is trying to steal all the jobs and is apart of the lizard government hell bent on eradicating the human race. He even brought out a whiteboard for this joke, he’s dedicated to his job ok? 

The type of guy to try and be humble and say his work is “okay” but will choke a bitch if anyone agrees. He tends to leave everything last minute and says that it’s his drug since actual drugs could land you one year in prison and a maximum penalty of $2,000. You have to awkwardly hold in your concerned mother head shake when you see him speed running his assignment literally right when the professor is walking around to check if students finished. 

“I was taught how to lead not to read.”

Mona

Broke wallet #2. Zhongli is broke wallet #1 but Childe simps for him so is he really a broke wallet at this point? In this essay, I Mona Megistus, will explain why I have the rights to the title “Broke Wallet #1″...

Believes that astrology should be an actual career path but refuses to take astronomy as her major. I can read the stars not a textbook that tells me how to calculate the mass of the sun divided by the fucks I give. Instead she went into Philosophy and cries to Albedo, who is an actual prodigy genius- sir lend some braincells to everyone else please?, that her professor keep turning her paper down because “star reading” is not an academic source.

Fischl wants her to join the occult club because, surprisingly, Mona is very good at telling people’s fates through her crayon sketch ouija board. She thinks first year Fischl is cute but is put off by the cosplay roleplay that she has going on. She would join except that stupid hat wearing gremlin in her lit class would make fun of her if he found out.

You gave her half your lunch one day and bought her a doughnut "because she seemed upset" and "out of the goodness of your heart" whatever the hell that means. She thinks you pensioned it but once that thought comes she takes a bite. Poison from a doughnut is not the worst way to go out, classes are hard enough. She’s waiting for the lord to strike her down anyways. 

“Its not about passing, its about doing better than everyone else.”

Venti

Slept through most of highschool and people question how he got into university. He’s a music major (wow how fucking original is that), and if anyone asks him to serenade someone or just do anything, he’ll do it for the right price. Or if you buy him alcohol because he still keeps getting ID checked. He’s banking on Kaeya actually becoming a lawyer or being on good terms with Diluc so he can finally stop being arrested for looking like a toddler.

Takes one step into classes and quickly nopes out and goes back to bed. Professors have no idea how he hasn't dropped out or failed. He just has some god given talent. He does whine at you to pretty pretty please with a cherry on top tutor him because you're such an angel and would never leave your poor but awesome best friend hanging right? He needs to get this essay down but how he is suppose to explain how the number 10 is symbolic and connects to the universe or the meaning of life. Do you think he can just say it’s apart of his culture and make up some random myth to pretend it looks like he knows what he’s doing? 

He’s honestly going with the flow and put his brain on the back burner all of highschool and only now realizes wait, I actually have to use my brain?

He’s been banned from most club chats since Venti has the no chill card. Someone says “lol I look ugly today.” and he’ll respond "yup, you look like a cow." and he get’s banned. Zhongli keeps a speed run timer on his phone just to document these occasions.

"Sad spelled backwards is das and das how it be sometimes."

Childe

An actual dumbass that somehow does well. He eats sandwiches with the crust off, this heathen. Surprisingly he’s studying to become a physical therapist but most of his experience has come from breaking his own bones. You’re scared how he's going to be if he actually becomes a therapist. If he'll make bets with his patients or try to one up whatever crazy injury they get into. Everything is a challenge to him that sometimes the best way to deal with Childe is to knock him out. 

This man really knows the way to a Zhongli’s woman's heart. Through micro transactions. Mona saw him accidently drop $20 and just shrugged and walked off. She has never been both spiritually and physically offended in her life. She did take the $20 though. As much as you hate leeching on Chile when he’s basically a walking wallet that probably uses bills as tissue paper, you can’t help but give him puppy eyes while planning on how to get into his will. If he even plans on having one, he might honestly write “whoever wins in a gladiator style duel in my funeral’s tournament, they will get my fortune.”. 

Any sport the university offers Childe is probably in it. Which is how he met Zhongli, challenged him to a fight, proceeded to have his ass handed to him, got a backhanded compliment, and screamed to you he was in love and how he found his soulmate. He's secretly very sappy and has cried and watched every Disney and Pixar movie at least 28 times.

"IM NOT TOO SPICY! I’M A TINY BIT ABOVE MILD IF ANYTHING!”

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God if it isn’t Scaramouche, it’s Childe that ruins the aesthetic. This is why I hate you. Why do you people enable me like this, it isn’t even good. This is pretty much a @ yourself moment and I vibe hard with Venti. This entire post was just to make a joke about the clap of Kaeya’s ass cheeks alerting the guards.

This week might slow down since I have classes and assignments. My reply’s are gonna be late too, sorry;; (oh and thank you to everyone that was so supportive and nice when I mentioned it. All of you. Beautiful 💕💕 )

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[youcouldmakealife]

SOTW: Scouts; Wine Wars One

For the prompt: A glimpse into the fray of the Wine Wars

Part one, because one part cannot capture the chaos.

At first it’s a murmur. Something to tune out, or to overhear a snatch of, and then smirk, or roll your eyes and ignore. For the team to pick up then drop, carry on, forgotten by the end of the day, one of the many quirks of a job as unconventional as theirs.

Today at work: fought two-hundred pound man, hurt hand punching helmet, sat in small glass box and pouted while icing knuckles, accidentally fell on someone’s head — he’s fine, had impromptu dance party after a win, made a decision to award a glittery top hat that reeks of sweat to the man who most deserved the disgusting thing since he got rubber into the net twice — once off his ass, scarfed four slices of pizza, then called someone a motherfucker for liking the fermented grapes with the skin on them.

You know, fairly typical day at the office. Scouts normal.

It doesn’t stay that way.

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Joey didn’t mean to.

Like, is he sorry? No. He is simply standing up for what is right and good, and obviously red wine is the inferior form of wine. Obviously.

But he didn’t mean to.

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“Where do the people who think wine’s gross fit into all this anyway?” Danny asks.

Everyone seems to have pretty firm opinions about something that’s damn nasty across the board. It’s as stupid as the guys on the roster who are really choosy about what brand of liquor they want to shoot: a shot’s a shot.

Danny does get that some people are like ‘hey, no tequila for me, I had a bad experience once’ or ‘already had some vodka ones and I don’t want to mix’ or something, that makes sense, but being snobby about the brand? Shots are not there to taste good. Down it and go. You can’t down wine like that. And it all tastes like shit anyway. Poor grapes, so delicious. They deserve better fates.

“Boo!” Money says.

“Yeah, boo!” Scratch says. “Go back to your beer, beer drinker!”

“You drink beer,” Danny says, blinking at Scratch. “Like, almost exclusively.”

Danny actually cannot think of a time he’s seen Scratch drink wine, but he’s definitely seen him down pitchers of beer all by himself.

“Boo!” Scratch repeats. “Boo!”

The Scouts take up the ‘boo’. Danny’s 99% sure they have no idea why they’re booing him and they’re just along for the ride, but still: not a great feeling, being booed by two dozen people. Some of them get creative and throw in hand gestures for good measure.

“Well fuck all of you,” Danny says.

All he gets in return is more ‘boo’.

Well. At least they’re united on something, Danny guesses.

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Nick doesn’t even like wine that much. Like, is red superior? Clearly. He wouldn’t be arguing for red if it wasn’t. But he’d pick a pint of beer over a glass of wine 99 out 100 times. And the hundredth is just because his ma believes in wine being served with meals, but no other booze, and if Nick has a beer with dinner she’ll give him the stink eye. So when he’s eating with his family, he’s drinking red wine with the meal, but that’s about it.

It is about the principle of the matter, though. Money can’t just railroad everyone into agreeing with him, that’s bullying.

Nick’s standing up for red wine, and the little guy, and Money being wrong wrong wrong.

Like he said: the principle of the matter.

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Team dinner’s going fairly well, right up until the waiter comes by asking for drink orders.

“We will have a round of waters!” Willy yells above the sudden din.

Everyone quiets.

“We will have a round of waters,” Willy says to the waiter. “Those who don’t want water can order the non-alcoholic beverage of their choice. I am so very sorry for them, sir.”

“I want a beer, though,” Doozy says. “Can I have a beer?”

Willy sighs. “Fine. Everyone can order the beverage of their choice. Except wine.”

“Anti-wine agenda,” someone murmurs, and it gets picked up.

“Do not make me take your alcohol privileges away!” Willy says, and the murmur subsides.

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“This is literally as stupid and subjective as the glass being half-full or half-empty,” Udder says. “Everyone’s taste is different, you know? And like, ignoring personal preference for a second — different wine is good for different occasions, you know? White’s nice on a hot summer day, but if I’m eating a steak I’m ordering red.”

“Udder’s a turncoat!” Flipper says. “He said he preferred white yesterday. Turncoat!”

“I’m trying to say there’s nuance!” Udder says. “How is ‘there are shades of grey’ being a turncoat!”

“Turncoat!” Money yells. “Turncoat!”

“You can join the red side, buddy,” Scratch says. “We’re a lot nicer.”

“We’re only mean because he’s a traitor,” Money hisses. “Traitor! Turncoat! Benedict Arnold!”

“I think my family’s British if you go back that far?” Udder says. “I was probably on the other side of that war.”

“Red Coat!” Money yells. “Red Coat! Red wine for red coats!”

Suddenly everyone is yelling over one another.

“Is it time for the adults to intervene yet?” Jonesy murmurs to Tate.

Take sighs. “Probably,” he says.

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“That stupid wine thing still happening?” Kat asks when Kevin walks in the door. It was a win. A great win. He should feel exultant.

Kevin is very tired. He slides his coat off his shoulders, hangs it up. “How did you guess?” he asks.

Her mouth quirks.

“Everything about me?” he asks.

“Everything about you,” she confirms.

“I swear,” Kevin says. “I think I need to work with a peewee team for a bit, coach some more mature players.”

“Want me to open a bottle of wine?” Kat asks.

“Don’t say that word,” Kevin says. “But yes. Please.”

“Coming right up,” Kat says, and Kevin pinches the bridge of his nose before he follows her to the kitchen.

#fic snippet #SOTW #joey munroe #nick angelopoulos #tate williams

[cherrysweather]

May I request phoenix wright and a s/o who is very physical affectionate please?

Hello Anon, 'hope you're having a good day -3-

Thanks for requesting, these days I really need soft contents TvT

I'm sorry for the long wait but here I am, recently I'm rushing everything so I can write more and finish what I have to finish, so I'm sorry for the awful quality of recent works but pwease enjoy it anyway ;v;

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Phoenix Wright x very physical affectionate! S/O:

You found the perfect person for your nature;

Whenever he sees you, he already has his arms wide open and waits for his favorite hugs;

He loves every display of affection you give him, to you holding his hand from the cuddles you give him on his back (That's probably the best you could do for him);

The first thing in the morning is to call him or go directly to him to see and hear him and his voice;

When he's working, it's a must for you to bring him some food (and lots of water that he has to finish before leaving his office);

That's only the first thing, because you always end up hugging his neck from behind and peek from his shoulder to see what he's doing;

I'm sorry if you thought that he would keep working, as soon as he feels your hands on his chest, he's bringing you on his lap, hiding in the crook of your neck, enjoying your cuddles;

(The paper files feel betrayed);

When you go out shopping or to get groceries you always search for something you know Phoenix may like;

A new tie for his suit, some chicken for dinner with a bottle of grape juice, anything he could like;

When you two walk together, you usually tend to cling to him, hugging his arm and holding his hand tight, but don't worry, he's the one who plays along;

In no time you find yourself squished against his side if he succeeds in freeing his arm from your hug;

But in general, he isn't the type to reciprocate every time you "take care" of him;

However, he melts in your touch as soon as your fingertips touch his forehead to get to his scalp;

If you want to get him to sleep, that's the fastest way;

Is there a new episode of the show you’re following, or are there reruns of the Steel Samurai on TV? Sofa set up!;

Phoenix becomes your pillow, and you his blanket;

His massaging blanket;

It's like his body is calling you for attention, and who are you to deny it? ;

Even unconsciously, your hands find his arms, cuddling them while you are 100% focused on the show you are watching, wrapping yourself with them and searching a comfortable spot for your head on his chest;

If he doesn't fall asleep from your touch, he keeps you warm very gladly and he always keeps at least one of your hands in his, knowing how much you love it;

You’re always on the front line every time Phoenix complains the slightest about his back;

*cracks knuckles*

Tie Phoenix to the bed or get on top of him if you don't want him to run away at the first crack of his back;

When you two want to sleep, he becomes a bear in every way;

He stretches on the mattress and gives you carte blanche to do whatever you want;

Do you want to lay on his chest? Go ahead. Do you want to sneak under his shirt to steal some heat from him? Please do it. Placing his hands on your face? He'll kindly pass his thumbs on your cheeks until you fall asleep;

Everyone in the agency calls him a simp for letting you being so affectionate;

If someone explains to him what does it mean, he will agree with it;

Gladly.

"Can you please stop walking so fast?" they huffed, trying to pull him back towards them from his jacket.

"You're the one who's walking too slowly, I am walking normally" Phoenix slowed down a bit, waiting for them to get at his side.

"Why you don't want me near you?" they grabbed his hand, bringing it to their chest and turning their head towards him.

"Never said that, you're just slow" he looked at them for a second before looking again in front of him, squeezing lightly their hand. Without even noticing, he started to regain his quick steps. When he lost the heat in his hand, he noticed that they were behind him again.

"Weren't you the one that yesterday couldn't even move because of the pain in the legs?" they catch their breath slowly, shooting him an irritated glance.

"Well, it seems that now the roles are being inverted" he poked their head to tease them "Are you getting old in these minutes?" he backed away when they tried to hit him, starting to slowly walk again, turning his back at them after a while.

"Can- you please- wait!" they ran to him, bumping into his back and blocking him by wrapping their arms around his body. "You're being so obnoxious right now" they blew into his ear to annoy him, placing their chin on his shoulder and putting a lot of pressure on it.

"Hey hey! It hurts you know!" Phoenix tried to take their chin off his shoulder, loving at the same time how they were reacting to his teasing. "Come on! Apollo and the others are waiting for us and we may not make it in time if we continue to waste time!" he loosened their grip on him by taking their hands

"It's your fault, you're the kid here" they turned their face to lightly kiss his jaw, adjusting their hands better in his before placing them both in his jacket's pockets, pushing against his back with their chest to make him move.

"I see, this was your goal from the beginning" he laughed, shaking his head and trying to balance their weight against him while walking.

They started laughing too, getting caught red-handed, muffling their noises by hiding against his neck.

He moved to not let them hide, also managing to free himself from their hands to get away and have some more fun.

"Phoenix! Stop it!" they tried to sound serious, but couldn't stop laughing either.

"'Guess my hand will be cold for a while now" he shrugged and just kept walking, stopping every time he heard footsteps coming near him to feel that perfumed warmth bumping against his back.

The others could wait for them a few more minutes.

#phoenix wright #phoenix wright ace attorney #phoenix wright x reader #phoenix wright headcanons

[akitokihojo]

Monster - Chapter 12

chapter index

damn near almost forgot it was Friday... anyway, this one's a little shorter, but necessarily so. I hope you enjoy it, nevertheless! <3

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Kagome was in a grouchy mood from the rude awakening she’d received early that morning. She wasn’t outwardly expressing herself, but it was a little too difficult to wipe it clean from her face. And, Shinosuke was too amused by it.

It was a young lady who’d woken she and Inuyasha up, and immediately Kagome knew she was there to change Inuyasha’s bandages. When Kagome had first arrived the night before, a small stain was noticeable, but as she sat up from Inuyasha’s side, the front of his bandages were completely soddened with his blood. He was weak and fatigued, eyes opened from his own awakening but irises dull, and didn’t even have enough energy to really grasp her hand anymore. His breathing was shallow, but he tried to narrow a brave look at her. Still, she froze with fear.

The woman, Wakana, wouldn’t allow Kagome to help and insisted she leave. Though Kagome persistently objected, demanding she needed to stay by his side, again she was torn away by the strong arms of Shinosuke.

“He was okay last night!” She frantically cried as he let her go just outside of Inuyasha’s room.

“And, he’s okay now. I swear. This is normal with blood loss, but he’s part demon. He’s going to be fine.”

“No, but -“

“Kagome, I promise! He’s just fucking exhausted from healing, and the medication from last night has most likely worn off. I’ve seen this on numerous occasions. And, you want to be with him twenty-four-seven, I get it. You want to personally witness his progress, but you can’t. It’s not good for you. Wakana’s right, you shouldn’t see him like this right now. You both need a little space from each other.”

“No, that doesn’t make sense. He would never leave my side if I was hurt like that, and I don’t want to leave his.” Kagome argued, bleary eyed.

“Don’t you get it? If you’re in there, he’s going to be focused on your well-being the entire time. He wont want to rest because he’s going to want to make sure you’re calm. I already saw him trying; I was right there. And, you? You’re going to see the most traumatizing wound you’ve probably ever laid eyes on. Trust me, something like that doesn’t just leave your memory. Especially, when it’s happened to someone significant to you. It’s going to scar you, and each time you look at Inuyasha thereafter, you’ll either see the infliction or you’ll be absolutely terrified it’ll happen again, so you’ll overcompensate to prevent it. You both need to be apart. You got pretty banged up yesterday, too. When was the last time you just focused on yourself?” That last question came off playfully sarcastic, but Kagome couldn’t perceive anything but literalism at the moment.

“I don’t know, like thirteen years ago.” She responded blandly. “I have a little brother.”

“Oh my god.” He deadpanned, blinking. “You need to eat something.”

“No, but -“

“Kagome, come on.” Shinosuke placed his hand in the middle of her back to guide her. “I promise, he’ll be fine. You, on the other hand, need some food.”

“I don’t want food.”

“You’re eating food.”

And, so here she was, porridge and fruit placed on a tray before her as she sat on a rather large bed in a rather large room she hadn’t been in before. Kagome nibbled on a strawberry, feeling the grumpy pout written all over her face, her stomach in shambles, and Shinosuke snickering at her from a chair by the door.

“Are you going to watch me all freaking day?”

“That’s literally my job. So, yes.”

“Go away.” Kagome grumbled, half a strawberry in her mouth.

“No.” He smiled.

The door opened slowly, cautiously, Wakana walking in with a soft smile on her face. She pulled her long, brown hair from the low ponytail it’d been in, allowing the straight, flowing strands to hang freely now around her shoulders. Immediately, Shinosuke respectfully stood, giving a light bow of his head when their eyes met.

“He’s perfectly fine.” She assured Kagome, approaching closer. “The hole’s actually a bit smaller already. I was surprised to see such quick improvement. The wound is lathered in some herbs, he’s wrapped up nice and tight, and I had him sip on an herbal remedy to help alleviate some pain.”

“Can I see him?” Kagome softly asked, lowering the strawberry from her pink-stained lips.

“He’s asleep.” Wakana grimaced slightly.

“Can I - can I see him, anyway?”

“No.” Shinosuke chimed, robbing a grape from her fruit bowl.

Kagome scowled at the audacious guard, flickering her attention back at Wakana. “Why is he like this? I don’t think I like him.”

“I don’t think I do either.” She sighed, elbowing him in the side. “Sorry. I know he’s a pain in the ass, but he’s the head of our guards, and papa was right to have him watch over you. Though, your friend doesn’t appear to care as much as we’d thought he would. He can’t even move and he seems to think he can do better.”

“Oh, you told him?” Kagome asked, wondering when the topic could have come up. Though, she couldn’t deny that the response sounded very organic to Inuyasha’s nature. Processing everything else she’d said, her head cocked to the side in a quick subject change. “Wait, papa?”

Wakana gave a small laugh, smacking Shinosuke’s hand as he reached for another piece of fruit. “It’s like clockwork. I walk in, Inuyasha asks for you. We’ve told him multiple times that you’re being protected, but much like you, he wants to be by your side. And, yes. I’m the headman’s daughter. I asked Shinosuke to bring you to my room. Figured it would be more comfortable for you. I also have some clothes that should fit you.”

“Oh, that’s okay.” Kagome kindly declined, handing Shinosuke the fork she hadn’t been using with a slice of honeydew on the end. She wasn’t a huge fan of that fruit, so he could eat all of those pieces for all she cared. “What happened to my clothes from yesterday?”

Wakana arched a spekulative brow. “Ruined?”

“What do you mean, ruined?”

“You didn’t actually expect that blood to come out, did you?” Shinosuke asked after swallowing his fruit.

“Oh, shit.” Kagome hissed. “I forgot! Crap, that was my last shirt.”

“I might be able to save the bodice, though.” Wakana mentioned, nibbling on her bottom lip.

Kagome’s eyes widened, a small pout returning to her face. “My bodice? What happened to my bodice?”

“The seams split. And - um - so did the back.”

It really shouldn’t have come as a surprise. After rolling around in the dirt to fight a demon, what else could she have expected?

“R-I-P.” Shinosuke satirically said, snagging another honeydew. Kagome pinned him with a threatening glare, one he finally heeded as he recoiled drastically, crossing back over to his chair by the door.

“I’ve got plenty of dresses, love!” Wakana said, trying to lift her spirits. “You’re more than welcome to any!”

“I appreciate that, but what’ll I do when I leave here?”

“Take them with you!”

“No, I couldn’t.” Kagome shook her head. “That’s so sweet of you, but I really couldn’t.”

“I insist.”

“No, honestly. I can’t fight in a dress.”

“Neither can I.” Shinosuke commented, his mouth full.

“Oh my god, get out.” Wakana groaned, rolling her eyes as she scowled at Shinosuke.

“Can’t.” He grinned, pointing to Kagome. “Scout’s honor.”

“Then, quiet.”

“That, I can do.” He agreed, sealing his lips.

“Okay, here’s the thing: The women around here don’t really wear bodices anymore; everything’s sort of built into our dresses, and it’s rare to see a woman in pants around these parts -“

“Barbarians.”

Both women glared at Shinosuke, and abruptly, with a tension of fear, he stood from his seat, opening the door and dragging the chair out with him.

“Anyway,” Wakana groaned, redirecting her gaze back to Kagome now that they were alone. “As I was saying, I can probably make you another, and if not, I can consult the seamstress at the edge of town. Let me brainstorm a little on this, is that okay?”

“I don’t want to be any trouble for you. It’s not a problem. I can -“

“No, don’t worry. I love doing this. It’s the little things in life, right? It’s no trouble at all, and after what you two did for all of us yesterday, it’s a pleasure.”

“Oh. Well, alright. Thank you.” Kagome reluctantly agreed.

“For the meantime, let me replace your bandages and get you out of your pajamas.”

Kagome flexed her hand in their new wrappings, her split knuckle coated in a thick ointment beneath and tingling from the remedy’s properties. The scrape on her head had a light layer smeared on, the bandage poking from her bangs and covering the entire area to keep the ointment in.

She could see the enthusiasm on Wakana’s face as she pulled out a few dresses from the back of her wardrobe. She’d explained that she’d made them herself, but there was something else there. A joy that told Kagome she hadn’t been able to pull them out in a while.

“I’d put my hobbies aside for the past couple of years. Who was I to have lavish taste and ease my worries with distractions such as sewing while my people were in a depression, constantly afraid of the henchmen’s next visit? Not to mention, the healthier you looked - and I mean that in all regards - the worse treatment you’d receive. It was best not to attract more attention, you know? I didn’t want them increasing their inspections. Not when there was -“ She stopped herself, glancing over at Kagome. “Not when I had people to protect. Their fear is our fear. So is their pain. And, sadness. My papa, he does his best for his people, and he stands right with them no matter what.

“Once Moryomaru starting coming around, that was when we all stowed away our irreplaceable belongings. My mother’s ashes, a few knickknacks from ancestors, and things of the likes from the village people were stored here below ground. In fact, they’re being brought up to return to their homes as we speak.” Her happiness was indescribable. It was like Kagome could physically see the weight had lifted off of her shoulders.

“But, wait.” She couldn’t help but ask. “Are you positive we got them all?”

“Actually, yes. I wasn’t there to see it happen, unfortunately. I was here in the courtyard with the women that live in this home. With Shinosuke and the guards. Moryomaru was in the midsts of taunting us when they left for whatever was going on, and I remember being so confused in that moment. But, papa told me everything. Inuyasha singlehandedly took all of the henchmen on. More importantly, you two killed Moryomaru. You killed the henchmen’s commander. Their leader. I’m not sure if that’s the end of all inspections, but the henchmen are like chickens running around without a head without someone to tell them what to do. And, I may have never met Naraku, but I certainly figure he finds himself too superior to ever sully his hands by speaking with low lives such as them. I’m sure inspections are about to slow substantially from this point forward. I can feel it.”

“Okay, hold on.” Kagome spoke, leaning on the frame of the bed as she digested that information, brown eyes unfocused on the carpet. “Moryomaru. That’s that thing’s name? That creature?”

“Yes.” Wakana confirmed.

“They were - they were the commander? Of all the henchmen? They were the one who called all the shots?”

“Ultimately, yes. Moryomaru liked to boast about their leadership, that was for sure, and while they had a chain of command it seemed - with a leader of each platoon - Moryomaru was the top. Forgive me, but did you not know that?”

“No.” Kagome admitted, glancing up at the headman’s daughter.

“Oh.” Her brows furrowed in contemplation. “This may sound presumptuous, but you guys came in so ready to fight, we’d sort of figured you were hunting Moryomaru.”

“Not at all. Before yesterday, we’d never seen Moryomaru. At least, I hadn’t. Not sure about Inuyasha, but he’d never mentioned them before. We were in the area when we sensed the demons, and then we heard some screaming so -“

“So, you came to help…” Wakana finished, astonished.

“Yeah.” Kagome nodded.

“You came to help even though you’re a conjurer…”

“Well, Inuyasha did. I can’t take much credit there; he’d made me agree to stay behind so they wouldn’t know about me.”

“Even so, he ran in even though he’s a hanyou. I can’t believe… You guys - you still ended up fighting too, you cant tell me you got these wounds from hiding, and I - you two are - I can’t believe -“ Wakana couldn’t finish her sentence. She’d been incredibly grateful to these two from the moment her father had brought them back to their home, and she thought incredibly highly of them from the instant she understood the incident. But, to learn the circumstance a little better, to comprehend that there was plenty on the line for them too, but they still contributed their strengths to save them, and ultimately so many more, Wakana was awestruck. Heedlessly, she stepped forward, wrapped her arms around Kagome’s shoulders to hug her tight.

Kagome had tensed at first, but recovered quickly, returning the gesture. At first, her touch was light, cautious, but as Wakana leaned further into her, Kagome firmed her hold on the woman.

“Are you okay?” Kagome asked, slightly confused.

“I’m just so thankful to you two.” She leaned back to say, smiling. “To know it was your decision to help and not a job makes it even more meaningful. I can see it’s kind of hard to wrap your head around, but you haven’t just saved my village and people. You’ve saved so many others, as well.”

“But, their leaders… the second in commands, I suppose -“

“Chickens without a head, girl. Chickens without a head.”

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help but fear that you’re wrong.”

“I understand. I don’t think I’ve seen nearly as much of the world and its cruelty as you and Inuyasha have.” Wakana rubbed Kagome’s arm consolingly. There was a chance that she was wrong. Nothing in this world was certain, especially now, and if Naraku created Moryomaru for this purpose, he could absolutely create another monster to take their place. But, from what Shinosuke had experienced, what he and his father had come back to inform her father of, she wanted to believe that this was the first step in overcoming the evil that clouded their lives. So, maybe hearing it from their guard would help alleviate the worry in Kagome’s frown.

“Shinosuke, come here please!” She shouted over her shoulder.

“Ma’am?” The tall man poked his head in through the large doors a short second later, his brows raised in question.

“In.”

“Ma’am.” He complied, taking the order and shutting the door right behind him.

“Tell Kagome what you know about Moryomaru, please. No jokes. Give her what you’ve learned.”

Shinosuke gave a single nod of his head, regarding the conjurer with his charcoal eyes. “They’re a creation of Naraku, derived from his own vessel. They took leadership of the inspectors, having nearly a thousand men at their beck and call at one point. They’d admitted that as their numbers began suddenly depleting drastically, that was when they’d decided to come forward and monitor more inspections to see where the disruption was coming from. It was more to show that if villagers were beginning an uprising, they were there to scare them back in line.”

“And, Moryomaru’s chain of command?” Wakana requested.

“Useless without Moryomaru. They were too involved, had a need for control, so none of their ‘officers’, so to speak, were allowed to make calls without their issuance. Therefore, without him, the chain breaks.”

“How do you know all this?” Kagome’s question came out quietly, taken aback.

A small grimace appeared on Shinosuke’s face and Wakana’s gaze fell downward. There wasn’t much delay before the guard looked to the woman at Kagome’s side and asked, “May I?”

“Of course.” She nodded.

Shinosuke lifted his shirt high enough to show the abnormally large scar stretching over the outer portion of his ribcage. “A few of us guards were abducted by that fucker a few months ago; myself, my father, and Nobunaga. Said we got too bold in thinking we could protect anybody so they wanted to put us in our place - which would serve as a warning to our other guards.”

Kagome’s jaw had dropped slightly, her eyes widening at the deformed scar. Her breath locked in her lungs from her gasp and it was almost like she couldn’t look away from the sealed wound. She couldn’t believe what she was looking at. It should have been fathomable, given everything she’d witnessed over the years, but she couldn’t believe she was in the presence of someone who’d survived evident torture.

“They were in custody for five weeks.” Wakana added solemnly as Shinosuke lowered his clothing. “We didn’t know if they’d return. But, Shinosuke, being Shinosuke, used the opportunity to memorize everything he’d seen while with them.”

“If I lived, I was going to make sure I told everyone who needed to know everything I saw and heard. Tell me, conjurer. Are you someone who needs to know, or who’s just too curious for their own good?”

Kagome couldn’t fight her hesitation. Her fingers curled into apprehensive fists as her nerves gave a small wring of her stomach. No one knew of their quest. No one knew their true objective, Koga being the one exception on Inuyasha’s side. But, even after finding out Koga was part of the war, she still decided not to disclose her purpose. Koga didn’t know what she was, though. That was a huge part of her reason against telling him. There was something different about the circumstances at play here. She’d swooped in with her arrow, and with Inuyasha’s blast from his sword, they’d synchronously created an insanely powerful attack. They’d unknowingly destroyed a war machine. They’d unknowingly annihilated a part of Naraku. The people here knew what she was whether she confirmed or denied, and they were allies. Why hide anymore?

“Inuyasha and I, our mission is to kill Naraku. We want to find a way to end the darkness we’re living in.” She said, leveling her chin confidently.

“That’s what you’re working toward?” He asked, and it wasn’t a test. There was the hint of concern on his brow.

“Everyday.”

“Well, fuck.” Shinosuke sighed. “Sounds legitimate enough to me.”

He walked closer so his voice wouldn’t carry, stopping just a few feet away from the women. Kagome had stiffened slightly, and he knew exactly why. She was afraid. It was a learned reaction. Right now, she was vulnerable, and as far as she was concerned, alone. No matter how many times she was promised safety, assured coalition, it wasn’t always possible to turn off that part of your brain that braced you for the worst. Because, you were trained to expect it after so long. Especially, being someone in her position.

So, as he stopped, he made sure to slowly outstretch his hand. He held it out for her to take, patiently allowing her to register that he meant no harm - only respect. As Kagome slipped her small palm within his hold, he wrapped his fingers firmly around it, carefully stepping inward, bending forward, and whispering in her ear.

“Naraku has five creations. Excluding Moryomaru, I encountered two. They were named Hakudoshi and Kagura.”

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There was a small abatement from the storm. It was a little humid outside, but Kagome just wanted to be absorbed in the scent of rain. Finally accepting that while she was staying at the village’s headman’s home Shinosuke was an accessory to her person, she decided to drag him outside to take a walk with her.

Wakana had been so patient and kind, so Kagome had allowed her to have some fun and dress her the way she so pleased. Having to put it away for quite some time, Kagome could see the freedom on her pink cheeks as she finally got to dive into her creativity again. It made Wakana happy, and after so much tentative care to both she and Inuyasha, Kagome was glad to be the first she expressed her art on again.

Unfortunately, it was a little obvious she hadn’t worn a dress in well over a decade. Let alone, had never once in her life worn a dress quite this nice. Shinosuke had called her out for her incessant fidgeting three times and kept snickering at her whenever she readjusted the cut around her breasts. It was a little lower than anything she was used to, and the low dip had her feeling extremely exposed. She wasn’t. Each time she instinctually went to put her breasts away she had to keep reminding herself that they were exactly where they were meant to be, but it was just weird to feel so much of a breeze.

The sleeves were off the shoulder, fastened to her upper arms by a material that clung. The rest of the sleeves were long and flowy, cut in the middle for her arms to slip out of had she reached for something. Never in her life had Kagome worn such a pretty shade of pastel pink, nor had she experienced little, blush roses made of silk fastened to her bust, nor had she had the opportunity to feel ribbons made of the same, tied in a bow at the center of her sternum. Tiny leaves were sewn into the fabric just beneath her breasts, cinching the dress to her ribs, and the same was said for her waistline, holding the gown to her as the rest of the length of the skirt was free to flow around her entire lower body.

Kagome’s hair was brushed, waving naturally, but tied half up in a twisted bun that was held in place by pins unseen. Her bangs were in tidy order for the first time in weeks, and Wakana was meticulous to pull the strands that framed her jawline free from the bun. She’d asked to put a subtle hint of glitter on Kagome’s cheeks, and considering it was a huge day of firsts for her, Kagome could only bring herself to shrug in a huge, why the hell not?

Truthfully, the doting makeover was fun for Kagome, too. While she felt more comfortable in pants and a shirt, it was only because it was what she was used to, and functionality called for it. She actually really loved dresses. The look of them, at least. With it being years since she’d even considered wearing one, she wondered so often if she could even pull them off. And, when she finally got a look at herself in the mirror once Wakana had finished, pride gleaming in the woman’s eyes, Kagome couldn’t help but grow incredibly shy. She loved the way it looked on her, but it was so different.

“Tell me you’re not girly without telling me you’re not girly.” Shinosuke jabbed, chuckling at her side as they strolled around the outer pathway of the mansion.

“Hush.” Kagome sighed. “I think I was eight the last time I wore a dress.”

“They’re not going anywhere.” He remarked, regarding the way she kept fixing the bust of her dress. “Believe me, there are women in town with bigger breasts than you that do manual labor in dresses made of thinner material, and they’ll proudly tell you that their tits stay in place.”

Another sigh as she dropped her hands to her side. “I’m just not used to it.”

“I thought you liked it.”

“No, I do. It’s pretty.” Kagome assured, looking up at him and nodding. “I’m just - I mean, like I said, I’m - I’m not used to it.”

“Ah, I get it.” Shinosuke smirked, looking ahead of them. “You’re self conscious.”

She didn’t say anything. She merely looked at the thriving plants to her right, minding how the petals of flowers were still dotted with droplets of rain. The sky was still blanketed in dark clouds, conveying that the storm had yet to fully pass, and the air was thick with the comforting smell of moisture.

“May I compliment you?” He respectfully asked.

Kagome glanced up at him again, curious. “Not if you feel obligated.”

“I just want to make sure I won’t make you uncomfortable.”

“Oh. I appreciate that.” She really did. She understood that he was simply trying to make her feel more secure with his honest thoughts while not trying to offset her by making it seem he was overstepping any boundaries. Not many men had that courtesy. “Sure.”

Shinosuke stopped, turning to the woman at his side. It was interesting to him to see such a strong female who’d participated in taking down a plague to their society seem so small and timid in such a superficial environment. Maybe she was the sort who didn’t realize her beauty. Maybe she was the sort that didn’t really focus on that sort of thing, and this element - delicate femininity - was abnormal to her. Given such, it was irrelevant. Anyone with eyes could see that even when she ran into the courtyard yesterday along her battered companion, covered in scratches, dirt, blood, and fear she was inherently beautiful. Now, cleaned, bandaged, still slightly guarded but overall level, Kagome was enchanting. And, he could easily tell that that was what Wakana was trying to enhance.

It wasn’t that she was merely letting loose and having fun. Wakana was specific to adhere to the minds of others, as well as their hearts. She’d wanted to distract Kagome from her partner’s condition. She’d wanted to make her feel a little better about herself while she knew things, in general, felt off to not have Inuyasha beside her. Sometimes, it was the little things that brought a smile to appear. A genuine smile.

Kagome was brave, fierce, and selfless. That, alone, was gorgeous. And, Wakana was trying to bring that inward appearance outward so Kagome could see the exact way she was looking at her.

Shinosuke took a moment. He noticed the small hint of pink on her cheeks, the way she’d nervously been pinching her lips together since the moment they’d stepped outside - which had inadvertently created a nice, rosy hue, the way her hair was waving just a little bit more than before due to the slight humidity. He smiled softly, tilting his head to the side.

“I think you’re beautiful. I think you worry too much, and that if you just stood up a little straighter, held your head up a little higher, and allowed yourself to step out of your comfort zone, you’d own your radiance. I think you could stop men in their tracks, and I think it’d be cute to see how confused you are when it happens, because you seem just air-headed enough not to understand what sort of affect you have on people. Even looking as worn out as you did yesterday, you were pretty. Right now, you’re - Kagome, you’re beautiful.”

He’d said it directly, compassionately, kindly. It wasn’t from a place that would make her stiffen with shyness, but a place that made her smile from genuine benevolence.

“Thank you.” She said. “You’re pretty, too.”

Shinosuke laughed, patting Kagome’s head and redirecting her to walk along the path through the courtyard.

At the very edge, before the entrance from town and just before Shinosuke turned her around, a little girl with her brother ran up, hand-in-hand. A soft rumble of thunder struck in the distance, and the smell of rain had become just a little heavier in the passing minutes. Yet, the children seemed untroubled by the threat, staring wide-eyed at Kagome.

“Mayu, no. Go home.” Shinosuke quickly said as she opened her mouth. “Not right now.”

“But -“ The little girl quickly went to argue, but her brother was already trying to tug her away. He seemed unwelcoming, protective, and the one that liked to steer a little more on the careful side.

“Has anything I’ve ever said been negotiable?” Shinosuke asked in a firm tone.

“No, but -“

“Then, go home. Your mother probably doesn’t even know you’re out here, am I right?”

“Yes.” Satoru claimed with contempt. “Mayu didn’t want to listen to me and decided to sneak out while mom was napping. So, I came with her. Sorry, Shinosuke. We’re leaving.”

“No, I need to talk to her.” Mayu tried again a little louder, stomping her foot for added effect.

“Not right now, you don’t. Satoru, is your mother unwell again?”

“Yes. Unfortunately.” The identical boy answered.

“Mayu, come on.” Shinosuke bargained, kneeling down before the two children. “Please, don’t stress her out further right now. Wait for the storm to pass, at least. You know how much your mom worries about you. You need to give people time to adjust and recover. You aren’t the only person to consider here.”

Kagome could see the little girl fighting herself. Her dark eyes bounced from Shinosuke to her and then back to the guard, nostrils flaring at her frustrated huff.

“Be patient. Now’s not the time to be selfish. Go home.”

“Fine.” She grumbled, and then darted a glare toward Kagome, catching her completely off guard. “But, I’ll be back!”

Shinosuke stood, returning to Kagome’s side as the two children ran off down the street, taking an alley corner.

“Why - why did I feel like that was a threat?” Kagome warily asked.

“Eh, she’s harmless. Mayu’s rough around the edges, for sure, but she’s a good kid. Satoru’s the one you should watch. He used to be this timid boy a couple of years ago, barely spoke, hid behind his twin sister, the works, but then one day he just switched. Mayu comes off tough, but her brother’s the one that’ll actually scare you. Believe me.” He said, placing his hand at her mid back to turn her around to head back through the courtyard garden.

“Well, what was it she wanted to talk to me about? It seemed urgent.”

“It’s not. She’s just pushy. I can guarantee she’ll be back, hopefully at a more appropriate time, and she’ll be able to bug you then. If you’re okay with that, of course. If not, tell me now. I’ll be able to keep her at bay.”

“Why wouldn’t I be okay with that?”

“Because, you’re a conjurer. And, she’s going to bring that up.”

“Ah, that’s right. She asked me yesterday, but the headman stopped her.”

“I know it’s a touchy subject. She’s going to be a ten year old, and she’s not going to understand boundaries.”

Kagome pressed her lips together again, grazing her fingers over the large leaves that waited for their next dosage of moisture as they strolled along.

“Thing about her is, she keeps secrets better than any adult I’ve ever met. So, if you’d like to see what she has to ask you but you’re worried about you’re answers getting out, don’t be. Mayu would take it to the grave. And, Satoru - because they come in a pair - barely speaks to begin with, and his loyalty lies with his twin. If she’s keeping a secret, so is he.” Shinosuke added, carefully maneuvering Kagome around a puddle.

“It’s alright.” She spoke softly, smiling. “I don’t mind. I’ll talk with her next -“

“There you are!” Wakana cheerfully greeted from over the second story bannister, overlooking the courtyard. “I’ve been looking for you two.”

“What’s up?” Shinosuke asked.

“Inuyasha’s awake. Kagome, would you like to see him?”

Kagome’s heart gave a heavy thump in her chest, and her skin ignited in an excited eruption of warmth. With an anxious breath, she nodded eagerly, rushing the rest of the way toward the main house where Wakana agreed to meet them on the first floor.

“Here’s the thing: he’s a little grumpy at the moment. Not very talkative, speaks with more grunts than words, seems perpetually upset but won’t admit he’s in any pain when we ask…” Wakana mentioned as she guided them through the corridors.

“That’s actually normal.” Kagome replied, pursing her lips.

“Is it?”

“Oh, yeah.” She remarked, nodding. “Inuyasha’s not known for his compassion, I’ll tell you that. He likes to handle things on his own, so I’d say, if he’s not wincing or yelling at you, he’s fine.”

“Oh, okay. Well, in that case, he’s pretty lively. He’s sitting up with minimal problem, but he’s been asking for you. I told him to eat and we’d go and find you after, but he refused. Said he didn’t want food. Or medicine. He really should have something in his stomach before his next dose - given he stops declining it. Maybe you could convince him to try and eat?” Wakana inquired, turning to look at Kagome while they walked as she was a few steps behind.

“He doesn’t listen to me.” Kagome objected with a modest shake of her head.

Both Wakana and Shinosuke shot surprised looks at her, and Kagome felt herself go on cautious alert, almost freezing.

“You’re kidding.”

“No?” She replied, confused. “Inuyasha never listens to me.” Kagome reiterated.

“I’m sorry, I sort of thought you two were on a… how do I put it? I sort of thought you two were on a level where you take each other’s advice.”

“Oh, Inuyasha’s stubbornness puts mine to shame. He doesn’t like to be told what to do. All it does is make him want to do the exact opposite. And, if I give him advice, he just thinks it’s nagging.”

“Wait, hold on, hold on. Pause.” Shinosuke said, stopping in the middle of the hall with a hand held out to halt her. Kagome’s wide eyes landed on him, lips parted in question. “What are you two?”

There was hesitation, dubiety, as Kagome did a gentle sway from side to side before finally speaking again. “What - uh - what do you mean?”

“Like, what are you and Inuyasha?”

Kagome glanced back and forth from Shinosuke to Wakana, noticing the same question was written all over Wakana’s face. “I - I don’t -“

“You know exactly what I’m asking.”

“I - uh - we are… friends.”

“Uh-huh, why did that sound like a question?” Shinosuke interrogated, crossing his arms over his chest while he arched a brow, smirking now.

“I-it wasn’t. It wasn’t.” She ended up saying with more confidence the second time. “We’re friends.”

“You’re friends?”

“We’re friends.” Kagome couldn’t help the nervous smile she’d cracked that time. She bit the inside of her lip, her swaying growing more obvious to speak of her discomfort and uncertainty. And, she cursed herself for that as she fiddled with the long sleeves of her borrowed dress.

“Are you sure?”

“We’re friends. We’re friends. We’re friends.” Kagome repeated awkwardly, nodding as she looked back and forth between the two. “We’re friends.”

“Say it one more time, you might just convince yourself.” Shinosuke remarked, chuckling.

“We’re -“ Kagome caught herself, pinching her lips together as she deflated slightly.

“I’m so sorry,” Wakana started, grimacing. “I thought you two might have been in a relationship. We all did.”

“Everyone thinks that?” Kagome apprehensively asked.

“Could you blame us?” Shinosuke spoke, amused. “I don’t know friends who sleep that close to each other. Not the way we found you two.”

“Well, maybe you should try it.” Kagome feigned attitude, pursing her lips. “It’s comforting.”

“Mhm, I know. I sleep like that with Wakana.” He sassed right back.

Kagome’s attention snapped Wakana’s way just in time to watch her roll her eyes.

“We’re engaged.” She said.

“Oh,” Kagome nodded. “Well, that makes sense.”

“Doesn’t it?” Shinosuke pressed, laughing as he caught Kagome in her own shock.

She’d opened her mouth to speak, to say anything in defense, but nothing came out. She was flustered and confused.

“It’s okay not to know.” He chuckled, patting her head again. “But, I gotta tell you, you’re not just friends.”

An overwhelming sense of bashfulness washed over Kagome then. Her face went hot and she ducked it. She couldn’t remember a time she’d blushed so horribly, and as she gazed down at the floor, she caught how red her chest even appeared at the bottom of her eyes. Her feelings were obvious. By now, she got that. Being called on it didn’t change how humiliating it was, and it only increased her confusion.

Shinosuke placed his hands on her shoulders, guiding her to walk down the hall while she couldn’t help but continue to hide her embarrassment. She and Inuyasha were friends. That wasn’t a lie. But, she couldn’t speak for his feelings. If anyone were to ask her how he felt about her, the only things she was certain about were his undeniable protectiveness, his caring nature whenever she wasn’t feeling well or they were alone, and that she annoyed the absolute hell out of him. If Shinosuke and Wakana were to have asked Kagome for her individual feelings for Inuyasha though, her answer would have been different. And, much more rattled. Because, she cared about Inuyasha now more than she cared even for herself. She appreciated the hanyou more than the water she drank or the food she ate. She had an attachment to him she never wanted to think about giving up. And, after witnessing his brutal injury yesterday, seeing blood stain his body, having to catch him as he fell, she dreadfully feared losing him in more ways than one. She felt it all so deeply. To the point where she couldn’t sleep last night unless she was touching him. To the point where he was on her mind constantly in their mandatory separation. To the point where the closer they got to his quarters, the more unnerved and stable she felt herself becoming - like a walking case of contradiction.

But, the moment the door was open, and Wakana walked in ahead of them to greet whatever staff was alongside the hanyou, and Shinosuke released her shoulders to enter in before him, and the moment her brown eyes found Inuyasha sitting on his futon, lower body covered by the blanket, back leaning against the wall, and torso heavily bandaged, all of those thoughts faded away. They were insignificant and superficial. They didn’t match up to the way he sat up a little taller at her appearance, bringing a small cringe of pain from his lips. They didn’t equate to the way she watched the breath leave his inflated chest, and how his golden eyes stayed on her as she hurried across the room to him. They didn’t matter in the face of how much she just needed to be right next to him at that very instant, and those thoughts that had her feeling scared had vanished completely. Maybe it was momentarily, but that was inconsequential. Because, she was just inches from his arm now, she could smell his clean scent, and she could feel the body heat that reached her like a hand that pulled her in.

Inuyasha had finally caught her scent again. It was something he hated about stormy weather. Rain clouded his olfactory system, and if something or someone wasn’t close by, he’d never be able to tell where they were. It was different to sleep without her aroma near him, and he was sure that if it weren’t for whatever drugs they kept putting in his body, he’d have never drifted off in the first place. The moment he regained consciousness not too long ago, noticing women by his side that weren’t Kagome, cleaning his wounds, changing his wrappings, he felt out of sorts. All he could think about was her, worry about was her. Who were these women? Where was Kagome? She’d been hurt the day before. Was she being taken care of? He vaguely remembered a woman telling him Kagome was being carefully protected for his own peace of mind the last time he was awake, but that was no fucking comfort whatsoever. He didn’t trust anyone with her, let alone someone he had never fucking met, himself.

The moment her calming scent, subtle and light, found its way into his sensitive nose, Inuyasha was on alert, watching the door to his room and ignoring the staff that had been left with him. They were trying to get him to take medicine, trying to get him to lay back down if he wasn’t going to eat so they could put a cooling rag on his head for his splitting migraine, but it was as if they weren’t even there anymore the second he sensed Kagome coming. Then, she entered, and even coherent thought ceased to exist.

That dress. That dress adorning her fair skin. It was both cruel to him and enticing. It complimented her figure, it flowed around her legs, it belonged to her body and should never be replaced. Kagome sped across the floor to rejoin him at his side, cutting off his clear view, and he found himself dissatisfied. He wasn’t done. She couldn’t enter a room like a goddess here to grace his presence and not give him ample timing to properly memorize the image.

Still, be that as it may, his gaze followed her. It wasn’t an order his brain gave to his eyes and head as she sat by his damaged arm, anxious and relieved. Inuyasha legitimately couldn’t take his eyes off of her. If he had that sort of control, if he did himself the injustice by looking away before he was ready, he would have cursed himself for days to come. If he couldn’t take her all in, he was going to take in as much as he could.

He was breathless, dazed, but in his right mind. Kagome had him captivated. She walked in and her smile reached his soul. All at once, he was stunned and comforted. And, he was grateful.

She’d asked him if he was okay. He hadn’t heard her words, spoken so lightly, but he’d watched her lips move. With his left hand, Inuyasha reached across to her, his finger gently rubbing just beneath her chin as he nodded. He was going to speak, but his amber irises fell to her shoulders, the skin he’d yet to be fortunate enough to really see until now. Small, brown and tan freckles dotted her shoulder. There weren’t an abundance, but there were just enough to steal his focus. With everything in him, he wanted to kiss each and every one, and with everything in him, he reminded himself that it was the wrong place at the wrong time.

“This arm,” Kagome mentioned, looking down at the bandaged shoulder and bicep. “You can’t really move it, can you? I should switch to the other side.”

She glanced to the woman that occupied his left, about to ask if she’d mind switching with her before Inuyasha finally spoke.

Now was his chance. The golden opportunity. “No, it’s - it’d be better if you sat in front of me. My neck’s stiff, so turning it sucks right now.” He fibbed.

“Oh, okay.” She obliged with a nod, scooting herself to sit by his thigh. Her back was now turned to the entrance, fully facing her companion as she gently leaned against his leg. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah. Better.” Now he could get a perfect look at her.

Kagome was trying not to concentrate on his torso, on the wrappings that dressed his bare core. It would only increase her obvious concern, and it wasn’t something she wanted to immediately bother Inuyasha with. Instead, she occupied her sights with anything else; his fingers that rubbed against the blanket covering him, his soft gaze on her, his long hair that wasn’t held captive in a high ponytail like she was so used to, then the tray of food at his side.

“You haven’t eaten, have you?” Though she knew the answer already, she figured it was respectful to allow him to speak for himself.

Inuyasha looked down to his untouched food, the bowl of fruit, the bread, the meat, the rice. He couldn’t think about eating before when all that occupied his mind was Kagome. He needed to know she was okay before he even considered taking a bite.

“No.” He lightly replied.

“Did you eat this morning?”

He shook his head.

“That means the last time you ate was yesterday morning, Inuyasha.” She gently reminded, her brow curved in concern. “Do you not have an appetite, or -“

“Have you eaten?” Inuyasha interrupted, eyeing her.

He noticed the way the hollow of her throat emphasized with her inhale as her lips sealed for a second, her shoulders tensing the slightest bit. She was quick to relax, her fingers playing with the loose skirt of her dress. “Yeah, I ate not too long ago.”

“Did you?” He questioned skeptically.

“I did.” Kagome nodded.

The hanyou looked over to the tall guard at the far end of the room, standing next to the woman he’d seen more often than Kagome in the last twenty-four hours. “You the one who’s watching her?”

“I am.”

“What’s your name?”

“Shinosuke.”

“Has she eaten? She tends to not be able to stomach much when she’s uncomfortable or anxious.”

Kagome stiffened at the correct observation. She hadn’t realized Inuyasha paid attention to the mundane details of her characteristics, especially well enough to be able to relay it to others. That was something she didn’t much talk about, nor necessarily know when or how to bring up. So, she’d eat a little when food was placed before her to curb worry, but when her stomach told her to stop, she’d heed the warning.

Shinosuke fought his smug grin, watching the conjurer slowly duck her head. Though he couldn’t see her face from where he stood, he knew - just fucking knew - she was blushing again. Yeah, okay. They’re friends, alright.

“She had some fruit a couple of hours ago. Didn’t eat it all.”

“Just fruit?” Inuyasha’s attention shifted back to Kagome.

“More than you’ve eaten.” She remarked.

He chuckled lightly. She had him there. “I’ll share with you. I’m not that hungry, either.”

“We can go get her her own plate. It’s no trouble at all.” The housemaid on his left said, but Inuyasha shook his head.

“We’ll share. It’s fine.” It was his own way of protecting her from feeling obligated to eat more than she could handle out of sheer courtesy.

Kagome looked at the food as he placed the tray on his lap. The heavier stuff was incredibly unappealing. It looked like it tasted great, but the thought of eating it had her tummy turning upside down. In silent communication to her partner, she glanced from the meal to the hanyou, sucking in her bottom lip nervously.

Inuyasha understood what she was conveying. She really couldn’t eat too much right now. “You like strawberries, right?”

“Mhm.” She hummed, her tone small.

“Here.” Inuyasha picked the strawberries out of his bowl, putting them in the corner of the tray nearest her.

“But -“

“I don’t like them.” He lied. Inuyasha knew she was about to reject, not wanting to take the option of something sweet from him that he may enjoy, but he really didn’t care. He wanted her to eat, and if she liked them, she could have them all.

Both Shinosuke and Wakana had pressed their lips firmly together to hide their grins, giving each other little side glances as their surprise continued to escalate. Their hanyou guest was now eating, something Wakana couldn’t get him to do no matter how much she'd tried. How did Kagome question anything? How did she not see what everyone else could see? It was innocent and adorable, and a crime to interrupt.

“Ladies, let’s give them some space.” Wakana suggested, clapping her hands together once. “There’s no need for us to be here right now.”

The few staff in the room bowed slightly in compliance and rose to leave, the patter from their feet heard as they trailed toward the door.

“I’ll be back in a little while to give you some medicine. If you need anything in the meantime, we’ll be down the hall.”

Finally, they were left alone. Inuyasha felt the tension in his shoulders relax a little. Having eyes on him all the time was stressful and he fucking hated it. While he knew they were merely being kind and doing their jobs, it was still something he’d never grow accustomed to. More than that, Kagome was right where she belonged. No one was taking her away, no one was disrupting their time for the moment, and no one was playing bodyguard to the person he was supposed to protect.

“I need you to eat a little bit more than fruit, Kagome.” He tried, tearing off a chunk of his bread for her. “This or rice.”

“Tear that piece in half and you’ve got a deal.” She wagered.

“Nope.” He chuckled again, giving a minor wince from the pain it brought his abdomen. He recovered, hoping she hadn’t seen, but it was Kagome. Of course, she’d noticed. Her brown eyes were large with worry, a frown appearing, and she sat up a little straighter in preparation to help in any way she could had he needed any. “I’m fine.” Inuyasha assured.

She didn’t speak, sights drifting down to his bandaging. It was like she was waiting for blood to reappear.

“Hey,” The hanyou reached forward, taking her chin in his fingers and bringing her attention back up to his face. “Stop it. I’m okay. Eat the bread.”

“Your arm -“

“I can move it.” He mentioned, releasing her and giving her the chunk he’d torn off. “I just cant reach up or anything. Not yet. Give it another day or two.”

Not wanting to upset him right now, she decided not to argue or fight him on eating. If all he was requesting was for her to eat a few pieces of strawberries and a small chunk of bread, she could handle that.

He’d eaten as much as he could too, and as soon as they were finished, he placed the tray off to his side, leaving it there to be forgotten. Inuyasha went right back to taking the conjurer in, allowing the image of her in that dress to burn into the forefront of his mind. That soft shade of pink complimented her so well, especially when her face tinted just a bit darker. The glitter on her cheeks was a nice touch, but her hair dressed half up the way it was suited her so fucking well. It was cute. She was gorgeous. He was awestruck.

Kagome had caught him looking, quickly growing shy. Remembering the lower cut of her bust, Kagome covered the cleavage that showed, desperately not wanting to make him uncomfortable right now. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” Inuyasha was swift to assure, reaching for her wrist and pulling it away. “Go back to how you were.”

Her skin was warm, and as her hand landed on her thigh, his own wandered down, playing with the fabric over it.

“Do you like it?” She asked curiously.

“Don’t make me answer that.” He tried not to let his tone convey how imperative it was that she didn’t push him in that direction. Inuyasha would lose his composure. He was already riding a fine line, but if he said yes, he’d feel compelled to further admit just how dangerous it was for him to be so near her while she looked like this. His heart wasn’t fairing well as it was. He wasn’t sure he could handle voicing that on top of it.

Kagome couldn’t help but grow increasingly nervous. He seemed hardened, maybe a little put off. Even though his fingers were continuously playing with the length of her dress, skimming her thigh over and over, she couldn’t help but worry with that answer that the clothing didn’t suit her as well as she’d thought.

“Do you hate it?” She unintentionally asked, her voice carrying smaller.

Amber eyes shot up to hers, then drifted down over the curve of her body. He hadn’t meant to come off any sort of negative way, though he understood how it’d happened. Hate. It was laughable to imagine that, given his current state of mind. If she had a way in, she’d understand that hate was far from what he actually felt.

“No. Not at all.” Inuyasha answered, sucking in a breath to keep himself grounded. Her scent was heavy and soothing, and as he found himself staring at her plush lips, he realized that the strawberry tint had him wanting to kiss her now more than any other time he’d considered it. Unfortunately, he couldn’t even blame the medicine for the thoughts that wouldn’t quiet this time. In an attempt to silence them anyway, he continued to speak. “Where did this come from?”

“Wakana. She likes to make dresses.” Kagome answered, a smile curving her lips upward.

“Is she the lady that woke us up this morning?”

“Yeah, that’s her. She’s the headman’s daughter.”

“Oh, that’s right. I vaguely remember her mentioning that, but I was fucking out of it when she did.”

“She’s super nice. Unfortunately, my clothes didn’t survive, so I’m stuck borrowing some until we figure something out. She mentioned making me something, but it might be easier for everyone if we just head to a shop.” She said, fighting her instinct to adjust her dress again.

“Did your bodice make it?” Inuyasha smirked teasingly. As he watched a dramatic pout form on her lips, he really had to put effort into not laughing. The motion would only hurt him, and he wasn’t sure she needed that right now - though she’d have to deal with the amused expression he couldn’t hide.

“It tore.” Kagome whined.

“Called it.”

“Shut up.” She gave a light smack on his thigh, her pout remaining.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed the bandage on her head, or the one on her knuckles, and it was impossible to ignore the scrape he’d gotten a peek at on the back of her shoulder and the redness that didn’t belong on her cheekbone. It just wasn’t something he wanted to talk about first. Now that they were in the realm of the subject, Inuyasha grabbed her hand, pulling her to lean closer to him so he could push her bangs out of the way. No blood seeped through the bandage, so at least he knew it wasn’t bad. Still, his memory of her condition was extremely foggy.

He hadn’t forgotten the horrible amount of blood staining her stomach and arm, though. How could he? That, unfortunately, stayed with him even while he was unconscious. Without warning, Inuyasha’s palm found her waist and he pressed against it gently, feeling for wrappings he was worried she would lie about. When he felt nothing, his hand continued to travel over the general area he’d remembered the blood being in. If she winced, he’d feel awful but at least he’d know she was wounded and couldn’t keep it from him.

“What are you doing?” Kagome asked, concerned. Inuyasha didn’t answer, but his earlier amusement had gradually vanished, shifting to something pressing and off. His jaw was clenched, but instead of the furrowed look of his brow she’d grown used to, it was curved upward in distress.

The only flinch she’d made was when he pinched around her ribs, and he knew he’d only tickled her; it wasn’t one of pain. Still, he searched, breaking from her abdomen momentarily to pull her right arm out of the part in the loose sleeve, looking for signs of wounds. The flesh wasn’t broken at all along her forearm, but still she’d been covered in blood. She’d said it wasn’t hers, but there was so much. There was so fucking much. It was like he was realizing his worst fear, and all that flashed through his mind was how that green shirt clung to her stomach wherever the crimson had soaked.

“Were you hurt? What happened, Kagome?” He finally asked, once more touching her waist to feel if he’d missed something.

“I’m fine.” She’d stated, almost unsure. But, then it clicked. She understood what he was looking for. “No, no. That blood wasn’t mine. I was attacked by a demon, but that was his blood. I swear.”

“Kagome, how the fuck…” It wasn’t that he was exasperated. It was that he desperately needed to know. He’d agitated his nerves just now, and all he could think about was her hurt, mortally wounded while he couldn’t get to her.

“Do you want to see? Would that help? There’s nothing there, I promise.”

“Show me.” The hanyou hastily agreed.

She was quick to oblige, reaching for a clean towel off to the side. Skillfully, she shoved it beneath her dress to blanket the upper portion of her thighs, covering up what didn’t need to be seen as she then pulled the skirt up to expose her tummy. Kagome allowed him to look as long as he needed, to feel the skin of her abdomen, to reach around to her back and feel for any bandages or wounds - the both of them ignoring his grunt and wince as he leaned forward for better reach.

“It wasn’t mine.” Kagome swore again, lowering her garment as he sat back against the wall. She discarded the towel and breathed out, ready to relay the events that had unfolded. “The demon came out of nowhere, and grabbed me from behind. My arrows spilled everywhere, so it turned into a head-on fight. I got him pretty good.” She smirked with the hint of pride, raising her right hand as she looked down at her bandaging.

Inuyasha tenderly took her fingers, bringing it closer to him. Her knuckles were wrapped tight, and to his dismay, there was the slightest hint of pink poking through the off-white wrappings. He didn’t release her hand. He didn’t want to. He lightly stroked his thumb over her wound, lowering it to his thigh to hold there as he glanced back at her to get the rest of the story.

“The blood came from me stabbing him. He was on top of me so I used my dagger to get him in the side.”

“With purification?” He inquired.

“Of course.” Kagome answered.

“So, he’s dead?”

The memory of the demon’s body collapsing on top of her lit up in her mind, and her throat tightened. Swallowing thickly to try and subdue the discomfort, to try and keep it all from view so Inuyasha didn’t have that to add to his list of worries as well, Kagome took in a breath and nodded. “Yes. He’s dead.”

The hanyou let that information sink in, remaining quiet as he now held her hand with the both of his. His thumbs played over the bandaging, calloused skin scratching on the cloth’s surface, but when it skimmed down to her soft flesh, he felt a small sense of peace spread over him. So, he kept up that action, over and over rubbing his thumbs across her knuckles and toward the uncovered skin, then back. She took care of herself, just like she’d proved she could. Just like he knew she could. He would have felt better ripping that fucker to shreds, though. He’d said it before and he’ll say it as many times as necessary: no one touches Kagome.

Still, he was extremely proud of her. She held her own and then appeared in the nick of time to help his ass out. What a fucking woman.

“In that case, you look pretty good for someone who went toe-to-toe with a demon.” He lightly chuckled.

“Thank you.” She playfully grinned, raising her shoulders in feigned smugness. “I had to show him who was boss.”

“Honestly, I’m starting to think you could actually kick my ass.”

“Nah, that guy was just cocky and talked too much. I used all of that against him, pinned him down, and punched him in the face.”

“You punched him in the face?” He laughed, regretting it but that time he was able to properly hide his discomfort.

“Yes!” Kagome tightened the fingers he held. “He had sharp teeth, so it cut my knuckle, that jerk. But, I still got him.”

She was fucking cute as all hell as she raised her left arm and flexed her bicep, the slit in the long sleeves opening to fall away so he could see the definition. It brought the biggest smile to Inuyasha’s face. She really was okay. She was perfect.

“So, I take it you saw?” Inuyasha had to ask, his grin dwindling to a small, careful one. He found himself needing to know what was going through her mind. Why was she so anxious? Sure, it was unpleasant to be separated while he was wounded; he could see himself physically throwing people off of him that tried to keep him away from her had their positions been swapped. But, he remembered the way she looked when she came in last night. He vividly remembered her visible fear, the frown, but worst of all, there was a vague remembrance of her expression this morning. When Wakana woke them up and Kagome noticed his stomach. The way she’d stopped breathing and looked damn close to panicking. Of course, she’d seen the extent of his damage. He’d hoped she hadn’t seen it uncovered. But, had she seen it take place? “Moryomaru, when he… Did you?”

Her own smile faded then, and after a deep breath, she scooted herself a little closer to his torso, careful of how she leaned on his hip. She took one of his hands then, placing it in her lap as she busied herself, running her fingers over the lines of his palm. Brown eyes could no longer meet amber, instead staring down at the trail she left over his skin. It had been impossible to get that image out of her mind. Kagome knew it was something that, much like Shinosuke had mentioned, would stick with her forever. The only reason it wasn’t crippling her was because she knew Inuyasha was alive, and his condition was only improving.

“Yeah,” She breathed. “I saw.”

“Ah, fuck.” Inuyasha groaned. “I was really fucking hoping you hadn’t since you were busy fighting someone.”

“Our fight ended just before.”

“Kid, I’m sorry.”

“What?” Her gaze shot up to his, her upper lip curled in question. “For what?”

“If I had seen that happen to you, I would have lost my mind. I can only imagine what you felt watching that. I didn’t mean to make you worry. Fuck, that’s why you haven’t been eating, isn’t it?”

She softened, allowing her fingers to trail over the veins of his forearm for a moment. When her nail gently skimmed the thin skin of his inner elbow, she noticed a small twitch from him. A tickle spot.

“No, that’s not it.” Kagome admitted, the corners of her lips very subtly raising. “Well, I guess it’s a contribution, but really it’s because I miss you. I should be right next to you so I know you’re okay every second of the day, but I can’t be and I don’t like that. I don’t feel content not hearing you call me an idiot or kid or something mean because you’re unconscious, and not being able to help in any way doesn’t sit right with me. But, I also understand that they’re right to pull me away. You need to rest. And, you wouldn’t with me here.”

She was breaking him. He could feel any remaining borders between them beginning to shatter like glass with each statement she spoke. Her sincerity was his welcomed demise. The power Kagome had over him with her honesty was so much more incredible than Inuyasha could have ever imagined, and his heart climbed into his throat. How did she say that all so easily? How did she brighten even the worst of his days? She missed him.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he caught the sound of walking approaching. Inuyasha outwardly cursed, knowing that it was Wakana coming to force his next dose down his throat and Kagome’s temporary guard coming to take her away. With the remaining seconds he had, he looked back to the conjurer, bringing her right hand to his lips as he kissed her damaged knuckle just before releasing her.

“Sneak back over tonight.”

Kagome’s heart gave a heavy thump inside of her ribcage, damn near bruising the bones in its excitement. With a nervous agreement, Kagome nodded, trying to keep composure as even she caught the footsteps and comprehended his reaction.

The door slid open and in walked Wakana, the housemaid Kagome had threatened the day before, and Shinosuke with his notorious smirk. The housemaid remained by the wall, visibly uncomfortable as she refused to make eye contact with either she or Inuyasha. With a grimace, Kagome’s attention flew over to her companion, silently communicating with an awkward but amused expression that she knew exactly what the girl’s stiffness was about.

Inuyasha read her well. He’d remembered her mentioning she’d almost fought someone to stay with him, and given the housemaids opposition to near either, and Kagome’s humored but ashamed smile, along with the way her eyes flickered between the woman and he, he put two-and-two together. With as much effort he could muster, he tried - really tried - to fight back his laughter. For the sake of the housemaid’s dignity, Kagome’s embarrassment, and his sore abdomen. Still, a small snort left his nose, and he ducked his head to the side to try and further stifle it.

“Matsu, would you mind brewing the tea? Remember, three dashes this time.” Wakana spoke, putting her aid to work. The woman gave a feeble nod, immediately doing as requested but still keeping her head low.

“That woman’s fine whenever you’re not around.” Inuyasha whispered to Kagome, giving a small tug to a section of her free length of hair. Another amused but embarrassed grimace came from her in response as she covered her grin with her hand so that Matsu wouldn’t see how funny this was to her. “You fucking troublemaker.”

“Ready to go?” Shinosuke asked from the doorway.

Kagome peered at him from over her shoulder, curling her upper lip in disdain before turning back to Inuyasha.

“I’ll see you later.”

“Wait.” He ordered quietly just as she began to stand, wagging his finger so she’d lean in closer. As she did, her brows arched in curiosity, he asked, “This guy, is he trustworthy? Do you feel safe with him?”

“Well, he skillfully protected me from a ten year old so far, so he’s not half bad.”

“Seriously, Kagome.” He deadpanned.

“Um, I’m - I’m not lying.” She liked that Inuyasha couldn’t help but crack half a smile there as he rolled his eyes. “He’s attentive, and pretty cool. Likes to joke around, but I can tell he’s serious about his duties. Follows me everywhere -“

“Has he touched you?”

“Yeah, but only appropriately. Unless he’s being a jerk and carrying me out of the room over his shoulder.”

“Like I’m about to.” Shinosuke commented with a chuckle, strutting forward. “You know, you two don’t whisper as quietly as you think you do.”

Inuyasha leveled a glare at the guard as he kneeled right beside Kagome, looking him once over.

“What’s up?” He asked, smiling, unfazed by the clearly unwelcoming attitude the hanyou presented. “Ah, I get it. You don’t know me, so you don’t know if you can trust me with Kagome here. Alright, what would you like to know? Name’s Shinosuke, I’m twenty-four, used to be a chubby kid, favorite color’s red, I like long walks on the beach -“

“Knock it off.” Inuyasha drawled. “You’re not making me like you.”

“Not trying to. That’s not in my pay grade.”

“Shinosuke!” Wakana warned, approaching. “Inuyasha, I’m sorry. He’s got awful people skills, but he is in charge of our guards. With everything you two did for our people, and with how protective papa noticed you were of Kagome, he felt it would give you peace of mind to know our very best was watching over her.”

“Just leave her with me. She’ll be fine. She doesn’t want to go, anyway.”

“And, what’s to happen to her while you’re in your medicinally-induced coma?” Shinosuke challenged, that smug grin never fading.

“Kagome can take care of herself.”

“So, you’d rather she be left alone to worry about you. Alright. Makes my life easier.” He shrugged, rising to a stand.

“Oh, you son of a bitch.” Inuyasha ground out through clenched teeth. He turned to Wakana. “I don’t like the mind games he plays.”

Wakana quickly used the back of her hand to slap Shinosuke’s arm, silently reprimanding him with her scowl. The guard winced, grimacing but still laughing.

“What? I got through to him.”

“Just take her.” Inuyasha rolled his eyes pridefully, giving Kagome’s thigh one last stroke of his palm.

“You heard the man. Come on, tiny might.” Shinosuke boasted, reaching to grab the back of Kagome’s dress and lift her up.

“That name again?” She complained, following his leverage and quickly standing.

“By the way, you don’t have to worry about me touching her inappropriately.” He said down to Inuyasha as the half demon ground his jaw uncomfortably. “Not that kind of guy, and I’m pretty sure your girl here would twist my pinky off. Not to mention,” He gestured to Wakana. “Fiancee.”

It took a small moment, but after watching Wakana nod in reassurance, Inuyasha found himself relaxing slightly. He still wasn’t a fan of the fact that someone else was looking over Kagome, but it surprisingly eased him a lot to know that there was no physical or romantic attraction taking place. Especially while Kagome looked as she did now. Inuyasha found his shoulders dropping an inch, his frown lessening, and a nod of acknowledgment coming forward.

Without another word, Shinosuke grabbed Kagome’s shoulders and guided her toward the door, stopping after just a few steps to make her face the incoming housemaid that carried the brewed tea over.

“See, Matsu. She’s harmless.”

The woman tensed considerably and ducked her head, eyes landing on the floor while her hands wrapped around the tray even tighter. Kagome was taken aback by the woman’s trepidation, her jaw dropping as she couldn’t help but look back over at Inuyasha. Never in her life had she caused a single person to fear her as much as this woman currently did. Not even her younger brother took her this seriously.

“She’s harmless!” Shinosuke urged, laughing. Even he was surprised by the housemaid’s reaction.

“She - uh - she killed Moryomaru, sir.” Matsu softly said as a way to prove Kagome was, in fact, not harmless.

“You know what, I’ll give it to you. You’ve got me there.” The guard bobbed his head. “You seem fine around Inuyasha, though.”

Matsu didn’t say anything. She merely stood there, eyes on the tray of herbal tea as she bounced from foot-to-foot.

“You - you realize he’s half demon, don’t you?”

“I am aware, sir.” She answered.

“Kagome, you damn ruffian.” Shinosuke snickered, shoving her toward the exit and away from the apprehensive housemaid. “You’re seriously gonna tell me the nickname’s still undeserved?”

“I’m sorry!” She guffawed, stumbling, once more looking back at Inuyasha as she laughed. The hanyou merely watched her exasperatedly, his large hand swiping down his face as he silently communicated his dumbfounded nature.

“You scarred the poor girl!” Shinosuke jokingly harassed, pushing her out the door.

Just before she disappeared, she shared one last, bright smile with Inuyasha, waving goodbye to him with the promise to see him soon.

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The Art of Love (Part 7) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader College!AU

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day Weekend my loves! I’m finally getting back into this story. Hopefully I’ll be able to finish it up soon, but no promises. lol but I hope you enjoy. I wanted to get this out because this year the dates actually line up lol so here we are. 

Summary: You and Steve host his mom and Bucky for dinner. 

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader (Eventual), Bucky Barnes, Sarah Rogers 

Rating: K+

Warnings: None. Fluff . Idiots 

Word Count: 1968

Divider by: @whimsicalrogers​

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You were unable to tear your eyes away from Steve as he tugged his shirt off and tossed it in the hamper, though you rolled your eyes when he laughed at you. It wasn’t until you heard him singing Sexyback that you huffed and turned back to the dresses.

You stared at your remaining options. You couldn’t help but smile when you came to a decision. If you were right, you knew exactly why it was his favorite. After you packed away the rest of the dresses you flopped down on the bed scrolling through your notifications.

“Did you make a decision?” Steve asked as he exited the bathroom, dressed in his jeans and white tank top but barefoot.

You gestured to the closet where the blue wrap dress hung next to his shirt.

Steve looked at it and grinned.

“My favorite.” Steve laid on his side next to you, propping his head in his hand. “We really should go back to California soon.”

You rolled on your side to mimic his position.

“I’d love that. Ooh maybe in the winter though because it’ll be nice and warm,” you giggled.

“That’s a great idea.”

You dropped your gaze from his and started tracing the pattern of his bedspread.

“What’s going through your head, sweetheart?” Steve asked as he covered your hand with his own.

“Just going over what’s left to do for tonight.”

“Everything is all set. There’s nothing left for you to do except to get ready.”

“How long do I have?”

Steve glanced at his phone.

“About an hour.”

“Okay, that’s probably enough time to make myself presentable,” you fretted.  

He cupped your cheek, focusing your attention on him.

“Sweetheart, please stop worrying. You are always beautiful.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“Nope. It’s my professional opinion. Are you doubting someone who almost has a bachelor’s in fine arts?” he demanded haughtily.

You giggled and rolled your eyes, shoving at his chest.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me for it,” he beamed.

“That I do.”

“Why don’t you go take a shower. Take your time and relax. I even bought the candle you like.”

“Summer storm?”

“Yup.”

“You’re the best.”

You kissed him on the cheek as you climbed over him to go shower.

The shower helped calm your nerves and when the water ran cold you wrapped yourself in the fluffy towel Steve had bought just for you and padded back into the bedroom.

You kept the music on low as you got ready, fixing your hair and doing some light make up. When you were satisfied with your appearance you tugged on the dress and slid your feet into the low heels. The final touch was the silver necklace of a dancer that Steve had bought you for your first showcase.

“So how do I look?” you asked as you stood beside the TV.

“Beautiful.”

He patted the spot beside him on the couch and you happily joined him. He immediately twined his fingers through yours.

“I’m really glad that you’re here with me tonight. I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Steve.”

He brought your hands up so he could kiss your knuckles you couldn’t help the fond smile that tugged at your lips. Your shower and primping had taken less time than you expected so you and Steve passed the time watching the Good Place.

You were tucked neatly into Steve’s side as you waited for his mom and Bucky to arrive. As his nerves mounted yours seemed to recede and you rubbed soothing circles over his knuckles.

“Relax, Steve. It’s your mom and Bucky. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“There’s a lot to worry about. The three people I love the most are all going to be in the same place.”

“I thought you weren’t worried about me meeting your mom.”

“I’m not worried about you. I’m worried about me. The three people who have the most dirt on me in the same room. Yikes.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You know I live to lift you up. But I hope she brought baby pictures.”

“You’re awful.”

“You love me.”

“You sure about that?”

“Not a doubt in my mind.”

He pulled you closer and kissed the crown of your head.

“Good because I do. Mmm. You smell good.”

“I smell like you.” you giggled. “I forgot my shower gel.”

“Yeah but it’s your shampoo. It’s the perfect combination.”

You were interrupted by keys jangling and the door swinging open.

“Honey, I’m home.”

“Hey, Buck.”

“Hey, Smudge. Hey, Stevie.”

Neither of you moved from the couch as he hung his jacket up and walked into the kitchen.

“God it smells great in here.”

“Bucky Barnes, don’t you dare eat anything to spoil your appetite.”

“But I’m starving,” he whined.

“We’re having appetizers as soon as Steve’s mom gets here. Just wait.”

Bucky pouted into his beer as he sank into the opposite end of the couch.

“I promise it’s worth it.”

“I’m sure it is, doll”

“You’re too sweet, Buck. What did you do today?”

“I spent most of it at the hospital. A spot on their Saturday shift opened up so I took it.”

“Aw that’s great. You didn’t think you’d be able to this semester.”

“I know. I’m really glad. There’s this really sweet girl who just is amazing.”

You and Steve shared a smile at the excitement and fondness in his voice.

The three of you chatted, until your nerves got the best of you and you moved into the kitchen to triple check everything for dinner. The boys trailed behind you, but stayed out of your way.

Your eyes snapped to the door when it buzzed and you tracked Steve as he went to greet his mom. Bucky used your distraction to swipe a grape earning him a rap on the knuckles with a cheese knife.

“Hands off, Buck.”

“Aw come on, doll.”

“No more.”

Bucky pouted but kept his hands to himself as you retrieved the glasses from the cabinet.

Steve was laughing when he opened the door with the one and only Sarah Rogers trailing behind him. She smiled brightly when she spotted you and Bucky. You quickly wiped your hands on the dish towel and hurried to greet her.

“Hi, Mrs. Rogers, it’s nice to see you again.”

“It’s lovely to see you, darling. Please call me, Sarah.”

Once Steve took her coat she leaned forward to kiss you on each cheek.

“Hello, James.”

“Hey, Aunt Sarah,” he grinned around a mouthful of cheese.

“Buck!”

“Sorry, Smudge!”

Rolling your eyes you headed back into the kitchen.

“Can I get you something to drink, Ma?”

“I’ll just have some water.”

“Regular water or seltzer water.”

“Regular please, dear.”

“Sweetheart do you want anything.”

“Water please.”

You retrieved the charcuterie board fiddling slightly trying to disguise the gap Bucky’s munchies had left. He had the good grace to look apologetic when you glared in his direction.

Sarah had made herself comfortable in the arm chair and Bucky took the chair and a half across from her leaving you to sit beside Steve on the couch. He patted your knee before taking your hand as he had earlier.

“How was your Saturday? Did you work today?” Steve asked.

“No, I’m off this weekend. I went grocery shopping. Needed to stock up on a few items. It was a mad house though.”

“Really? It was quiet when we were there,” Steve hummed.

“We were there at like 6:30,” you pointed out.

“True. And it was getting crowded when we were finishing up.”

“I wonder why.”

Bucky and Sarah gaped at the two of you.

“You two really do live under a rock in that arts building don’t you?”

Sarah laughed at Bucky’s observation.

“Why? What are we missing?”

“There’s a blizzard coming tomorrow. Everyone was stocking up before the storm.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Uh huh. It’s been on every news station for a week. What have you been doing?”

“Avoiding my phone at all costs,” you admitted.

Steve shrugged his agreement. “I’ve been distracted.”

“Well, I hope you got more than just food for tonight.”

“Yeah, we’re all set,” Steve assured his mom. “We’ll just hunker down here for the next few days.”

“Absolutely. It’s not like we were planning to leave for the next couple of days anyways,” you agreed.

“Oh did you two have plans for the holiday?”

You squirmed under Sarah’s amused but expectant gaze, not wanting to give her the wrong impression.

“Tomorrow is our annual Lord of the Rings Marathon. We do it every year,” Steve explained with a grin.

“How did that come about?”

“During Freshman year, I got really sick right around Valentine’s Day. And my roommate, and pretty much everyone else I knew had gone on this ski trip that whole week. Steve was worried about me so he brought me pancakes from the dining hall and chicken noodle soup and stayed with me the whole weekend. We watched a ton of movies, but somehow Lord of the Rings became a tradition.”  

“That’s so sweet.”

“Yeah it is.”

You squeezed as his hand as he looked over at you with that soft smile you loved so much.

Steve patted his stomach and hummed as he sat back in his chair, nudging your knee with his. Bucky was wiping his bowl with the last of the rolls, and Sarah demurely wiped at her mouth.

“Dinner was absolutely delicious. I’ve got to say, Y/n, I’m impressed you’ve taught my son to cook.”

“I wouldn’t say I taught him. We more figured it out together. Poor Bucky had to taste test a lot of nearly inedible things.”

“Except her baking. That’s always been amazing,” Bucky piped up as he shoved the last roll into his mouth.  

“Speaking of, I should get the pie in the oven to warm up or we won’t have dessert until midnight,” you fretted.  

“I’ve got it, sweetheart. Just relax.”

“I’m sure the boys won’t mind cleaning up.”

You glance at Steve who nods encouragingly before hopping to his feet, squeezing your shoulders as he kissed the top of your head as he passed by. Bucky finished chewing and began to clear the dishes.

“Why don’t we move over to the couch?” she suggested.

You nodded and grabbed your glass and followed her, sitting next to the older woman.

“I’m so glad that we’re finally getting to spend some time together. Steve never stops talking about you. You’re clearly very special to him.”

You couldn’t help but look over at him, smiling as he elbowed Bucky out of the way at the sink.

“He’s very special to me too.”

“Thank you for taking care of him. I know he can get lost in his work.”

“He does the same for me.”

“I also have to say, you’re a beautiful dancer. I’m looking forward to your performance at the Showcase. It’s always been a highlight in the past.”

“Oh, thank you. I’m flattered.”

“I also saw that you and Steve were celebrating a new job last night?”

“Yes, I just joined the Howling Commando Stage Troupe as a dancer and assistant choreographer.”

“Oh that’s so exciting. Congratulations. Are you looking forward to it?”

“Yes, absolutely. They’ll send me the info for the summer series in a few weeks.”

“And how does one manage being a dancer and a choreographer at the same time.”

“The Howlies always mount two shows simultaneously, so I’ll be dancing in one show while I help choreograph the other.”

“Ah, I see. Well that is quite the undertaking, but I’m sure it will all be beautiful. You’ll have to let me know when opening night is. I would love to come and see you.”

Her earnest support caught you off guard.

“Of course,” you finally managed. “Thank you.”  

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed ! 

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[euphoriara]

10,000 hours

genre: fluffy fluff

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2,581

warning: none

10,000 hours getting to know you, 10,000 hours with you, and 10,000 hours more.

a/n: inspired by jungkook’s cover that he posted this morning and then deleted. i dont know i just wanted to write something after reading the lyrics. im pretty happy with how this turns out (for now) despite writing it while my head is a whole mess skdfokgkdl anyway, i hope you enjoy!

Do you love the rain? Does it make you dance

The gentle patter of the rain lulls you to sleep, eyes weighing heavily until you can't keep them on the screen any longer. The cold air embraces you into their hold, soothing your heart until the movie is left forgotten.

Suddenly, the phone on your bedside rings, ringtone cutting through the quiet room until it's all you can hear.

Sleepily, you pick it up without looking at the screen, muttering a tiny "Hello?" to whoever it is at the other side of the line.

You hear the smile in his voice when he speaks, gentle voice caressing your ears, "Hey, did I wake you?"

You shake your head, "No, it's okay. I wasn't asleep." You roll to your back with the phone clutch to your ear, staring at the white ceiling on top of you. "You sure? You sound drowsy," melodious chuckle greets your ear.

"M'sure."

He hums quietly and you close your eyes, "It's raining." Now it's time for you to chuckle, with sleepy eyes you smile, "Yea, it sure is."

You hear him rustling from the other side of the phone. You imagine he's also laying down like you, staring at the rainy city outside. "Do you like rain?"

"I do. I love rain," pausing, you turn your head to stare at the sky, "It's my favorite weather, actually." "Really? Why?"

"I don't know. It's just," you stay silent for a while and he waits patiently. "Calming, soothing." He hums in agreement, and lets you speak. "When it rains, my heart just feels lighter, I like looking at the sky when it rains. The sky is blue but when it rains it's grey. It's like, even the sunny, bright blue sky can be gloomy, dark grey once in a while."

"And that's okay," he finishes for you. You nod, despite him not being able to see you. "And that's okay," you repeat back to him.

"Do you ever feel like dancing in the rain?" He asks to which you purse your lips, thinking of an answer. "No, not really. But," you trail off. I'll dance in the rain if it's with you.

"But?" He inquires, "Ah no, nothing. Maybe? I don't know I never really thought of it." Another hum.

The two of you exchange questions for the rest of the night. Until the moonlight shines through your window, highlighting the smile pulling on your cheeks.

What's your favorite song, does it make you smile? Do you think of me?

You close the book in front of you, sighing in frustration at the amount of materials you still need to cover. From across you, he looks up, tilting his head to the side. "Are you okay?"

You cross your arms on the table and rest your head on it. "Yeah I'm fine, there's just a lot of materials," you mumble into your arms.

You feel a hand at the back of your head, gently tapping it in encouragement. "You should take a break, I know you've been studying for hours now." You nod into your arms, closing your eyes in hopes of getting back your strength to power through the rest of the books you have with you.

It's quiet for a few moments, until "Do you want to listen to some songs?" You roll your head to the side to look at him, smiling gently at his blushing face. "Songs you've covered?"

He stutters for a while and your heart clenches, you are so i- "I mean if you want to listen to those, I can let you listen to them." You nod and straighten yourself, accepting the earbuds he offered to you. He clicks play on his phone and you close your eyes to listen to him.

For the next few minutes you can only hear his beautiful, melodious voice, emotions spilling into the words. With each song, your heart grows softer.

It throbs with every song, tears almost escaping your lids a few times. But you keep your eyes closed, commiting his voice into your memory for you to remember later.

When the songs are all done, you take off the buds and give it back to him, movement slowed by longing to hear more of his singing. "Thank you." He smiles at you, cheeks red, "No problem."

You see him shift in his seat, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. "Um, what did you think?"

You try to contain the grin but fail, brightly smiling at him in response. "I love it, your voice is amazing and beautiful." He shyly looks up at you, a small, timid "Really?" out of his mouth. You nod back at him, hands fiddling with your pencil case.

"Then, what's your favorite song? So I can sing it for you." For the thousandth time this day, your heart clenches, full and warm for the boy with kind, doe eyes in front of you. You take the time to think of the answer. "Never not by Lauv." It makes me think of you.

He nods determinedly to himself, "I'll cover the song for you." Gentle smile pulls the corner of your lips, fond eyes staring back at him. "Thank you."

Feeling better after hearing his singing, you go back to studying. The two of you sit in the quiet library until closing time, exchanging hushed whispers and helping one another with each problem you encountered.

When you close your eyes, tell me, what are you dreamin'?

The wind gently blows the leaves of the tree, rustling the open book next to you. You feel someone sit next to you but you keep your eyes close, savoring the warmth of the sun.

"What are you doing?" comes a question from next to you. "I'm taking a break. I just finished all of my exams."

A small chuckle and a few rustling, "Oh I thought you were asleep." You smile to yourself, "I'm sunbathing." "Like a cat?"

This time you laugh, "Yes, like a cat." You feel him shift, laying down next to you on the soft grass. "How are you feeling?"

Humming, you smile "I'm feeling better now that the exams are over. Whole week it felt like there's a cloud hanging over my head, you know. Now I feel like the weather right now. Warm sun, clouds dispelled."

"There's still clouds," he teases. "I wouldn't know, my eyes are closed." He laughs, and as cliche at it sounds, it's music to your ears. You want to hear him laugh more often, you want to be the cause of the joyous sound more often.

The two of you bathe in the sunlight together, enjoying the breeze in silence. You think you can fall asleep like this, with his safe presence next to you.

"What are you thinking?" breaks the quiet atmosphere, muttered sleepily from beside you. You feel his stare at the side of your face, "Not much really, just how I can fall asleep like this. Under the sun, with the wind and soft grass." Next to you.

He hums in answer. You can feel him hesitating to ask a question but he restrains himself. You don't know what he wanted to ask you, but you hope he knows he can ask you anything.

The two of you bask in the sunlight for a while longer. Until the sun gets too hot for you to be laying on the ground. He offers to go to the ice cream shop nearby, to which you agree. Spending the rest of the day chatting away together with two cones of ice cream.

Everything, I wanna know it all

You always love getting text messages from him, whether it's in the morning or at night. In the middle of the day or at the crack of dawn.

Sometimes he asks you the most random of questions, sometimes he shares a picture of a cat. Sometimes he asks you about yourself, sometimes he shares a funny meme he found. Sometimes he asks about your day, sometimes he shares about himself. That one in particular, you liked the most.

No matter what text he sent you, you're always happy to receive it. You love talking to him, and find yourself smiling at your phone often, like a fool. But you don't mind.

Like the other night, when he texted you at 11 to play 20 questions. You thought it was a weird game to play, but his questions had been fun. Not too personal that it'd make you uncomfortable but they're not too light to be passed as an ice breaker either.

You spend the night getting to know him more. About his favorite game, his fear of microwaves, his love of banana milk, and his desire to get tattoos. You found out about his dog, about his best friends, and about his favorite sport.

And he spends the night getting to know you more. About your favorite book, your fear of bridges, your love of coffee float, and your desire to get more ear piercings. He found out about your cat, about your best friends, and about your favorite movie genre.

You want to know about him, all that he's willing to share with you.

I'd spend ten thousand hours and ten thousand more 

Oh, if that's what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours

You sit next to him on the bench, handing him a small carton of cold orange juice and a grape juice for yourself. "How long has it been since we know each other now?" You ask as you sip your juice.

He pauses, squinting his eyes in thought. "I'm not sure the exact number but we've been dating for a year and 52 days."

"I think we've known each other for a little over a year too, before dating?"

"Has it really been that long? Feels like it's just yesterday I played 20 questions with you in the middle of the night." He chuckles, eyes and nose scrunching up in delight at the memory.

You laugh along with him, resting your weight and your head on his shoulder. "That's true. You know, at first I thought it was weird, why you wanted to play that game. Thankfully you didn't ask any weird questions."

He hums, "I just wanted to get to know you more. I figured it was a good way of achieving that goal." Your hair bounces as you nod along, head rubbing his shoulder like a cat.

"I want to know about you, all that you're willing to share with me." He puts down his carton and takes one of your hands between his.

You smile, and stare at the lake in front of you. Beautiful, vast blue water soothing your eyes. You bring his hands up, kissing his knuckles and mouthing "Me too," to his skin.

The two of you bask in silence for a while, enjoying each other's company without having to fill the quiet air. Listening to the water and birds chirping, and looking at the sunset casting an orange pink glow on the sky.

You finish your juice, handing the carton to him when he offers to throw it out for you. He wraps his arms around your shoulder when he sits back down, pulling you closer to him. You hear him start to hum, and recognize it as your favorite song. One you told him a year ago.

You close your eyes and listen to his melodies, arms wrapped around his waist and face buried on his neck. You feel the vibration of his hum, and feel the weight on your shoulder lifts.

He's your safe space. He's your home.

And I might never get there, but I'm gonna try 

If it's ten thousand hours or the rest of my life I'm gonna love you

He huffs as he places the last of the boxes down, wiping the sweat on his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. He looks around the apartment in satisfaction, all of the boxes had been piled up neatly into a corner and all the important belongings had been taken out.

He hears you in the kitchen, unpacking the cutlery and decides to join you. When he sees you in the kitchen, he pauses, leaning against the doorframe. He watches as you sing a song to yourself, dancing around the kitchen to place the things in their right spots.

He can't help but break out into a grin, fond eyes following every movement. He distantly recognizes the song, a song you've mentioned in passing. He thinks it's called 10,000 hours. He'd look it up later.

You turn around when you're done placing everything, surprised at his presence at the door. "How long have you been standing there?"

He smiles and makes his way to you, "Just now."

You wrap your arms around his neck and he wraps his around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He stares at you for a while, a smile still plastered on his face.

You stare back at him, smiling and without realizing the two of you are dancing together. Swaying side to side in each other's arms. He rests his chin on the side of your head, but not before placing a quick kiss on your forehead.

"Did you know that I love you?" He mutters to your hair, swaying you left and right and humming a song for you. "What about you? Did you know that I love you?" is your response.

He didn't know he could smile any brighter but apparently he can, "I love you." You place your head on his chest, "I love you too."

The two of you continue to dance in the kitchen of your new apartment, his singing as the background music.

He's glad he met you all those years ago, he's glad he asked for your number all those years ago.

He's glad you opened the door for him to your heart, he's glad you let him get to know you more.

He's glad you let him love you, he's glad you let him have a piece of your heart.

He pulls away from your embrace, slotting lips between yours in an effort to convey his love. He kisses you like it's the first time, he kisses you like he's trying to memorize you, despite having mapped you out long ago.

He cradles your waist gently, and sighes into your mouth. He starts singing when he parts from you, the song from all those years ago.

"For as long as I live and as long as I love, I will never not think about you," He hums and you smile. "I will never not think about you. From the moment I loved, I knew you were the one, And no matter what I do," He hugs you close to him, "I will never not think about you."

"Did you know why this was my favorite song?" Your voice is muffled by his voice, arms wrapped around his waist. He shakes his head no. "It's because it reminded me of you, my love."

He didn't think he could love you more than he did, but here he is, heart almost bursting at the edges with love.

He sucks in a breath and mutters to your hair, "I love you, so, so much." Here in the space now you called your own, the two of you bask in warmth.

#btsghostie #bts scenarios #bts drabble #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts au #jungkook scenarios #jungkook drabble #jungkook imagines #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook au #dear koo #writings

[writer-and-artist27]

"Legal" Advice

As thanks for the story you gave me, @partialdignity. I love you platonically. <3

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Are you sure you don’t want one of us to accompany you inside, Vy?

I’m sure, Ere-chan. Ms. Lan Yi’s been with Chaldea longer than any of us — I think I’ll be okay with her.

The Lancer Pseudo-Servant still looked less than convinced in her black dress, her hands tightly clutching the handles of her spear, but she still loosened her grip once Vy was reaching over to hold some of her fingers. Be safe then, little flower, Ereshkigal said through their bond, red eyes soft in Vy’s direction. I’ll be with the others outside.

Vy smiled while squeezing Eresh’s fingers once or twice back for good measure. Affection went places, after all. Aye. Love you too, Ere-chan. I’ll see you soon.

Vy could barely hide the giggles bubbling up in her throat at the sight of Eresh flushing enough to match a cherry, instead letting the Lancer go with a small pat to her hands before eventually turning on her heels to face that one office door in the Wandering Sea.

One step is all it takes.

Vy closed her eyes, took a breath, and gently raised her right hand to rap her knuckles against the door.

“Ms. Lan Yi?”

“…You don’t have to use the ‘Ms’ title, Vy,” called out past the door, and it was now Vy’s turn to flush a little in the face. “And there’s no need to linger. Come on in.”

The door proceeded to slide open, exposing the older woman sipping at a steaming cup of tea at her desk with an accompanying tea set and a small plate of what appeared to be mooncakes nearby. Vy tilted her head at the only other chair in the room, and Lan Yi wordlessly gestured with one hand towards it, not even pausing her tea drinking.

“Thankie then, Ms— I mean, Lan Yi,” Vy corrected herself, gently pulling the chair up to sit down. Looking up at Lan Yi didn’t really yield any insight into what she was thinking — if anything, Lan Yi seemed quiet as always as she steadily returned Vy’s stare. Vy felt her palms start to accumulate sweat as she pressed them against her lap. “Um…”

“You seem to have something on your mind,” Lan Yi said after a moment, interrupting Vy’s internal panic while putting her teacup down on the table. With a soft wave of a (very pretty) manicured hand, another teacup appeared between them on the desk, saucer and all, and Lan Yi gently took up the nearby teapot to pour tea into it. “What’s wrong, Vy?”

“N-Nothing!” Vy felt herself blurt out first, only to cower a little underneath Lan Yi’s quiet stare as the new teacup was then pushed in Vy’s direction. Heat still flooding her face, Vy ignored the instinctive urge to play with her hair, simply taking the offered cup off of Lan Yi’s hands to glance down at the surface of the liquid for a second. Then, she felt herself whisper, “I-I wanted to say ‘thank you’, actually.”

In the tea’s reflection, Vy could faintly make out Lan Yi scooting back a bit in her rolling chair, causing just enough of a scene to prompt Vy to look up for herself. Sure enough, Lan Yi was giving her a wide-eyed look that, once Vy noticed it, was already getting schooled into a neutral expression, as if the previous moment never happened. “…What brought this on, Vy?” Lan Yi said, her tone kind enough to make the air feel a few degrees warmer than it was before. “I do not recall doing anything to warrant your thanks.”

Vy did her best to cradle the teacup in her hands to take a sip, even if it was shaky and bordering on nervous slurping, shaking her head to Lan Yi’s inquiry. “I-I heard through a certain grape vine that you said something to the new Director and it’s why I’ve been able to sleep easier during my daily naps lately,” Vy confessed, a fond smile starting to form on her face with the admission. “It didn’t feel right to let things go by without saying thank you.”

To Vy’s surprise, Lan Yi sighed, her tone coming out mild and almost bordering professional as she replied with, “Vy, I am Chaldea’s legal advisor. It’s part of my job to reinforce the rights all staff should have.” The words were punctuated by a particularly dainty sip of her own tea, and Vy tilted her head at the older woman to wait. Soon enough, once Lan Yi finished her mouthful of tea, Vy could see Lan Yi swallow rather thickly past her cup. “You shouldn’t have to thank me when your personal rights shouldn’t have been violated in the first place.”

“But I wanted to, Lan Yi,” Vy continued in an equally quiet voice, the smallest hint of desperation leaking into her tone as she put her own teacup down. “Because not everyone has done that for me, and I wanted to express my gratitude to you for doing just that.”

Especially after someone I once loved easily put me down without a care in the world. Despite it all, you’re not doing that. You’re still staying with me, through everything. Even if I don’t know you as well as the Servants and Mash…

Vy wasn’t sure if it was a spur of the whim or her heart showing itself yet again on her sleeve, but Vy leaned forward in Lan Yi’s direction over the table to add in a briefly confident voice, “A certain Hero of Charity told me it’s good to be honest about things like this, anyways.”

You deserve nice things too, Lan Yi.

The reference was enough to throw Lan Yi out of whatever funk she had found herself in, because Vy found herself watching in amazement as Lan Yi’s cheeks flushed a dark color. The older woman proceeded to cover her mouth with one hand, gray-green irises flickering back and forth between her tea cup and Vy’s own eyes. “…Of course it was Lancer,” Vy could faintly hear past Lan Yi’s fingers, her eyebrows furrowing enough to wrinkle what Vy could see of Lan Yi’s forehead through her long hair. “Is that all, Vy?”

“I was thinking of baking you something if you were okay with sweets?” Vy said in a higher-pitched voice, unable to help the glee starting to bleed through because Lan Yi was actually relaxing. That never happened before, except when — when Dr. Roman was still around. The air felt warm. Comfortable. Like Vy was home. “If you weren’t okay with that, I just wanted to spend time with you, Lan Yi. Outside of work, I mean.” A little laugh left Vy’s lips at the thought of a certain Goddess of the Underworld lingering outside the office. “A lot of people have been telling me I need to take better care of myself, and you’re cozy to be around, Lan Yi, so…”

Lan Yi gave Vy another look through her fingers, eventually lowering her hand to study Vy for a moment. Vy tilted her head in return, evenly matching Lan Yi’s look in intensity.

“…How are you at The Legend of Zelda, Vy?” Lan Yi said finally.

Vy blinked. “…Er, would it offend you if I said I never played a single entry?”

For the first time that entire conversation, Lan Yi beamed. “Oh, Vy,” her voice came out tinkly and warm, a side Vy had never heard or seen before, “allow me to teach you the ways of gaming.”

#lan yi (oc) #mastersona vy #gift #writing #passing days #ereshkigal #fate grand order #long post #partialdignity #for you friend :) #i hope you enjoy this #did my best writing lan yi based on the lore you released #sprinkles of Vy's lore are here too #if you know where to look

[darknessisafriend]

Pampering Commodus

The title says it all, only fluff and slightly implied sub Commodus.

It's also inspired from a dream I had with him😍

@emperor-commodus I dedicate this to you, I hope it will make you feel better after a hard day of work, my Lord

You were comfortably settled on the imperial bed, reading stories on a few scrolls, you were used to go to sleep late in the night, you always tried to stay awake to greet back Commodus , even though he would tell you that you shouldn’t wait for him. Inside he loved it, at least someone, you, cared enough for him to lose a few hours of sleep…just for him.

You heard the doors of the Chamber open softly, you smiled as you heard him walk as quietly as possible in case you were asleep. As he reached the bed and noticed you were awake; he sighed in contentment, pleased to see you had waited for him

“You should be sleeping.” He still said and dragged himself to bed, almost tripping on his own feet; he was exhausted. He still had his armor on, and honestly you didn’t know how he could bear to wear it all day along. He collapsed face first on the mattress, his crown falling off his head. You watched him with a softened smile; poor man was doing so much to be accepted and loved by the People. You set your scrolls aside and scooted closer to him, gently caressing his head.

“If only Rome could see how much you sacrifice for them…” you spoke softly, he sighed in delight under your touch; then, crawled onto your lap, delicately taking the fabric of your dress between his fingers and bringing it to his face, closing his eyes as he inhaled your scent, he was finally home.

And you could feel how much weight he bared on his shoulders, the exhaustion, the tension; a warm and relaxing bath, that’s what he needed.

“My love, it’s not that you smell bad, but I think a bath would do you good.” You suggested softly; he slightly turned his head to meet your eyes, he had his inquisitive look of Emperor, but they were also glowing with playfulness, Commodus playfulness.

“Are you sure that you are not insinuating that I stink?” he asked in a low tone, slightly arching an eyebrow like he often did when he asked a question.

“Yes I’m sure. I love your smell…” you bent down tenderly kissing his lips, your fingers lightly tracing his features “The mix between the oils you put on this morning, the incense from the temple, the smell of sand mixed with sweat as you trained with your pretorians…love it.” You smiled against his lips before straightening up. “Now, sit up. You have to get rid of this armor, love.”  You instructed him; out of question to leave him like that. You only enjoyed his armor for sex, otherwise you hated not being able to feel his heartbeat.

“Very well.” He sat up, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed, about to undo his armor himself.

“Give me your hands.” You instructed him before he could do anything else. He obeyed as usual; looking at your hands as they worked to undo the armored pieces on his forearms, then the golden bracelets on his wrists, lightly caressing them.

“You truly love those bracelets, don’t you?” he teased you softly.  

“They look amazing on you…especially when you wear nothing else. Arms up.” You instructed next with a little grin. He chuckled with a boyish smile as he obeyed, letting you access the straps on the sides. You leaned forward as you undid the straps, lightly inhaling his scent, feeling the warmth of his body, radiating off him as you finally took it off his chest. He took a deep breath, as if he was for the first time inhaling fresh air.

“See? You’re already feeling better.”

“You’re right, I tend to forget how constraining it is.” He admitted with a little pleased smile.

“I don’t know how you can forget that.” You chuckled tenderly kissing his lips; he leaned into the kiss almost desperately, as if he had been craving it and he probably had. You smiled against his lips, it was hard to resist his kisses and he knew it. So, you gently pushed him away.

“No negotiations possible. Bath. Now.” You breathed, your voice slightly hoarse with the kiss.

You got out of bed before you couldn’t resist him anymore and crouched down to take off the armored pieces on his shins, as well as his boots. He looked at you tenderly, a childish smile on his face; no one had ever cared for him this way, no one had ever done that to him, not even his big sister or his father. With you, he was recovering from the childhood he had been denied of. Then, you stood up, detailing him, your beautiful Emperor, even tired he was beautiful; and now only wearing his tunic, pants and cravat, how tempting he was…but the tired look on his face brought you back to reality, this boy needed to be pampered today.

“Oh, almost forgot!” you softly exclaimed as you noticed the rings on his hand, so you took his hand and delicately took off his rings, kissing each knuckle fondly.

“Now Ceasar is ready for his bath.” You smiled softly at him as you placed one last kiss on the back of his hand.

“Are you certain? Now that my armor is off, we could stay right here. Sleep…” he tried with a little smirk.

“I assure you we will get a nice restful sleep or whatever you wish after the bath, otherwise you are going to wiggle in your sleep the whole night. Don’t you want me to wash you?” he arched an eyebrow, realizing how nice it could actually be, especially for him who craved attention.

“Oh now that makes it a lot nicer!” he replied more excitedly than he expected it to come out.

You giggled at his boyish reaction and excitedly stole his golden laurel crown on the bed, putting it on your head with a proud grin, you were the only one Commodus would ever authorize to do that, not even Lucius could.

You approached him even more, your legs touching his knees. Slowly you wrapped the end of his cravat around your hand and pulled on it to make him get up and follow you; he smirked, obeying, letting you lead him to the baths.

“Are you thinking of me as your dog?” he teased you on a fake outraged tone, but still dutifully following you.

“No, I’m thinking of you as my puppy. A very obedient puppy.” you winked at him, he huffed, he had gotten himself quite a woman, but he loved when you were the one in control, he could fully relax.

“Get ready, I am getting a few things.” You instructed him as you entered the baths room and let go of his cravat, heading to the table were all the oils and body cleaning products were. As you picked up what you wanted, you gazed over at Commodus; watching him as he took off his tunic, exposing his strong shoulders and back to you, as well as they love scratches you had left on his skin the night before; it made you grin knowingly as you thought about it. Then, he got rid of his pants and undergarments, his perfectly muscled and rounded bottom coming into your view; you lightly sighed, how much you loved that part of his body.

He sighed in contentment as he slowly slid into the warm water, his arms resting on the edge of the pool, even in the most natural attire, he looked like the greatest Emperor that ever walked on this Earth. You joined him, sitting on the edge, letting your feet and legs in the water. He watched you as you filled a cup of water and started to dampen his body. You both stayed silent as you washed his torso and arms, enjoying the peace of the moment, those where to rare during the day.

You turned your head as you heard someone entered the room; a servant coming to inquire if you and the Emperor needed anything.

“Wine and a few treats.” Ordered Commodus, his eyes never leaving you. He sighed in contentment and closed his eyes to enjoy the care you gave him; it felt incredibly nice and made him forget his hard day.

“Give me your leg.” You instructed him in a murmur not to disturb his rest. He obeyed, resting his leg on your lap, your hand running along his muscular leg as you washed, he wouldn’t have been tired, your hand would have wandered further down his inner thigh. But you enjoyed the moment nonetheless, you loved to pamper him.

The servant came back shortly afterwards, when you finished washing your Caesar; he was about to leave the tray on the table. The noise making the Emperor open his eyes again. Commodus whistled and motioned with his fingers for the servant to bring everything by your side; you took your cup of wine while the young Emperor took his; enjoying even more the warm and relaxing water. Then, you took a few grapes in your hand from the cup beside you, presenting them to the lips of your lover to feed him, which he gladly accepted, his lips always closing around the tip of your fingers.  

“Do you think I look like a fat little hamster?” he suddenly asked out of the blue, turning his head to look at you in the eyes; blinked a few times and then snorted, trying not to laugh at his question.

“What kind of question is that?” you giggled but stopped when he gave you his serious look which in return wanted to make you laugh even more “Have you seen how well built you are?” you added more calmly, curious to know where this was coming from.

“I know that. I train and I take care of my body. It’s just this afternoon, I spent some time with Lucius, we played together, and he made a joke, saying my face is round like a fat little hamster.” He explained with his sulking face. And you bit the inside of your cheek to avoid laughing at him, and then, leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“No, you don’t look like a fat little hamster and I love your chubby cheeks anyway.” You smiled softened.

“I don’t know how to feel about your answer…” he replied with a serious face but the tone of his face playful. You grinned and kiss his lips sensually.

“If you want to know, you better hurry back to our bed…” you purred, not being able to resist to tempt him. And then, you got up; a playful grin on your lips as you walked away from the pool and started to run, giggling as you heard Commodus quickly getting out of the pool to go after you and catch you.

Commodus Harem: @lyoongx @weirdflecksbutok @skaravile @niniitah-ah @stardancerluv @sgtsavoytruffle @charlie-sisters @ohcarlesmycarles @rajacero @hopelessdisasterr @stellargirlie @rosebloodstuffandthangss @clowndaddyfleck @jaylovesbats @dreamingmaria @sagyunaro @just-a-fucking-comedy @spaceinvader @radio-hoo-ha​ @lady-carnivals-stuff​ @sierraclegane​ @legojorny​ @lemondedeniname​ @hvproductions​ @syvellsworld​ @papercut-paranoia​ @jokerflecker​ @beautifulyoungprospect​ @bring-your-holy-water​

#commodus imagine #commodus #commodus x reader #commodus/reader #commodus thirst squad

[shadow--writer]

I Heard That you Fell in Love or Near Enough

hm yes TITLE :D (mmmm slowed my beloved). Look a way longer chapter because we’re setting up some fun foreshadowing and I just went nuts with internal dialogue. So much fun with this lmao. It’s v chaotic 

Maeve x Lucas. From bad to worse. 4.5k (we arent gonna TALK ABOUT IT)

TW (more squicky than anything): mention of blood, robbery, LOTS of language 

@dela-png

To say today was a terrible day was the understatement of the century. 

First she didn’t get any sleep due to some noise going on close by. Of course it had to be loud on the first day she was actually willing to sleep in mm say...two three days? So she was even more irritated in the morning. 

Then of course after eating she went downstairs and screamed so loud she broke her soundproofing charms.

Fan-bloody-fucking-tastic.

She kicked at the broken pieces of what used to be one of her tables. Looked like someone took a running jump and broke it. 

And to top it all off she had been robbed. 

She let out a frustrated yell, muffling it by biting down on her knuckles. 

“Gods and stars fuck,” she snarled, stomping her foot once as she tried to think things over. There was paint. 

There was paint everywhere.

And don’t even get her started on the blood.

Bloodied handprints! All over her front door! Smeared along with the paint.

“And what the fuck is with this W?!” She spun to look at her back wall, palms open. Blue paint. Like her tattoos. She rubbed her arms as she moved closer to look at it. 

Crescent spots. A W. What was this? A threat? 

They left a calling card of course it was a threat. But why against her? Did she do something? Not that she remembered. 

Was it to get to someone?

But who? She had cut off everyone who tried to get close besides the kids. And she doubted someone would go to...these extremes to get back at a child.

Maybe she did something. 

But even if she did, what did these even mean? Wouldn’t it be more effective to threaten someone who recognized the markings? 

Ugh it was giving her a headache. 

She moved to her trashed backroom, grabbing a cleaning bucket and a rag. Taking the green handkerchief from it’s hook and rolling up her sleeves she knew it was going to be a doozy of a day. 

And of course, with her luck, her lucky stars, it got worse. 

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She collapsed against her counter, now covered in blood and so much fucking blue paint. They had painted those damn animal print spots all over her fucking clinic. 

AND they had stolen the medicines she kept locked up! Including the herbs she made them from!

Oooh if she ever got her hands on the thieves she was going to make them regret laying eyes on her clinic. String them up she would. Might even skin them like a fish if she was in the mood. 

Oh great she’d have to go to the market as well. Sure she was now out of food. She had been meaning to go. 

But fucking hell did she not want to. 

She adjusted the green handkerchief (it...stopped smelling like him), cleaned her paint stained hands down the front of her skirt and steeled her nerves.

Oh she hated going to the market for many many many reasons.

Reasons she was not going to go into.

Grabbing her basket and muttering to herself angrily, she slammed the door to her clinic shut, locked it and then stared. 

“...they’re going to come back. Dipshits won’t stop. Not after one night,” she huffed, resting her palms on the door.

Locking charms. Right. 

Aislin taught her this one. 

Breathing in and holding the air, she willed her magic to life. A gentle warmth settled across her skin, small locks appearing at her fingertips. This didn’t take energy from her, she pulled from the air around her. Aislin’s magic was more wind and air stuff so this was easier for her younger sister anyways. Much stronger than Maeve’s locks. 

Speaking of, thank goddess her charms held. She didn’t know what would’ve happened if whoever stopped by had managed to get into her house. 

Stepping away to admire the fading glow on her door, she nodded, satisfied. There. Those would have to do. She might need to update her soundproofing charms though. 

Who knew the neighbors didn’t like it when patients screamed? The things you could get away with back home. 

Stepping away from her clinic she made her way down the street. 

Maybe if she tried a disguise spell so she wouldn’t be bothered…

No, that wouldn’t work. She was shit at disguise spells. No one in her family was good at them. Last time her Seanmháthair tried she grew a fake beard and it didn’t go away for a week. 

...fine she would just suffer then. 

It’s not like once she got there anything could possibly get worse. No sir. Only being fucking robbed and then having to deal with the market. 

All she had to deal with for today. 

Letting out a sigh she walked into the market. It didn’t take her long to start gathering medication and plants. Of course they were backwater stalls. 

But it’s always been like that. 

Feeling a bit lighter she started to hum as she went through her mental checklist. Still didn’t have aloe, the asshats stole her entire fucking plant. 

...she also didn’t have anything to make lunch.

Great. 

She opened her eyes, turning around to go look for something to eat, letting out another small sigh.  

And there was Lucas. 

She choked on her sigh. 

Why oh why did he have to be there today of all days. She couldn’t even go back home! She needed something to eat (thinking about it now she hadn’t eaten in quite a bit) but noooo. 

So why did all those stars and spirits above decide today would be a good day for him to come to the market as well?

Sometimes she wondered if some deity had it out for her.

She turned to quietly sneak away.

“Thumb- Maeve?”

...oh fucking fuck. 

She forced a smile, slowly turning back around. Mmmm so this was how today was going to go. Fucking fantastic. “Giiiiant.”

...too informal, too informal. Abort mission.

He flinched a little at the nickname. Ah yes, this is definitely how she wanted her afternoon to go. This was perfect. So wonderful. 

She was going to fight whatever star had been assigned to watch over her and her fate.

“What are you doing here?”

Wow it wasn’t obvious? “...shopping. What else would I be here for?”

“Shopping for what?”

Oh she did not like his tone. Her eyes narrowed. Her basket swung off her wrist as she placed her hand on her hip. Sure maybe snapping at a seven foot tall man who was still fairly hurt and mad at her (for good reason) was not the smartest thing she could’ve done but…

She was in a terrible mood and ready to just go home and call it a day. Of course after she actually got what she needed for dinner. And actually eat something.  

“Do I have to tell you anything?” she huffed. “I am here to get something to eat for dinner and herbs to make more medication? There? Is the marketplace police happy?”

His eyes widened. “O-Oh! Didn’t mean to come across…” The softness and the...actual innocence of the apology sent her reeling. Then, as her luck would fucking have it, he seemed to remember he was still mad at her. “...sorry.”

She rolled her eyes, moving to look past him. Fine. This was fine. She just needed to get something for her to eat. Maybe something for Tehi. The old bat would kill her if she went hungry. 

Maybe she herself could deal without dinner. 

Her mood soured even more when she spotted mortal enemy of Maeve #1. 

The fruit stand guy. Malory. (it was a very unfortunate name)

Malory’s eyes narrowed when he spotted her. “Well well well, if it isn’t the little thief.”

She shifted away from Lucas, glad she now had someone to direct her building frustrations to. 

“I am no thief, you just want me gone!” she sneered, glaring at him. “You accuse me of taking things and then try and get me arrested! Every time I come here! Without fucking fail! Aren’t you tired of it?!”

“I will never be tired of it until I see the likes of you behind bars!”

“Unfuckingbelievable!” She threw her hands into the air. “I am not a thief! It was an accident. Tehi was hungry and I paid for it!”

“Your little bat has it out for me! And her owner is no prize either.”

She gasped in offense. “You fucking dickjerk ASSHOLE!” Her footsteps were loud to her ears against the rush of blood. Oh he got on her very last nerve. EVERY TIME! She jutted a finger at him as she growled. “I. Did. Not. Steal. Your. Shitty. Merchandise!” Well that was a half lie. His produce was quite good. 

It’s why Tehi stole from him so much. 

All too bad the guy selling was a balding old man who had it out for her. A vendetta! 

“Malory you are a slimy weasel who has no idea what he’s fucking talking about! Tehi was hungry. I caught her and I paid for the few grapes she had stolen. What else do you want?!”

“For you to go to jail!”

She was on the verge of fighting him. 

This close. 

“For the last time,” she snarled, stomping closer as she felt her skin heat up with her rage. She slammed her hands on the counter of his stall, opening her mouth to snap back. The others around went quiet with the show they were getting. She. Was. Going. To. Kill-

The ground under her feet was all of a sudden not under her feet. 

And she was thrown over someone’s shoulder. Like a sack of flour. 

“Put me down! I demand it! Right this instant!” she yelled, smacking the back of the person who had picked her up. 

Gray shirt. 

Oh fucking hell. Today was just not her fucking godamned day. Maybe if she became a hermit things would go her way in the luck department. 

“Lucas set me down!” 

“Maeve as angry I am with you I don’t want to watch you murder someone and then get sent to jail.”

“Well he would fucking deserve it!”

“Murder is still murder no matter how much he deserves it.”

She sulked, propping her face up with her hand, elbow resting on his back. “I thought you hated me.”

“It’s broad daylight. Very least do it at night.”

“Killjoy.”

She and Malory glared at one another. “Fuck off,” she sniffed, lifting her hand in a very vulgar gesture. 

“Maeve!”

“Guards! Guards! These two stole from me!”

“FUCK YOU TOO, MALORY!”

“Maeve!” 

She kicked her legs. Didn’t Lucas like, hate her? This was the first time they saw one another in weeks and it was a total fucking accident. 

“Put me down!”

“...you’re going to give the guards a reason to arrest you if I do.”

“Yeah? He would FUCKING DESERVE IT!” She yelled the last part at the fruit vendor, still flipping him off. “Droch áird chúgat lá gaoithe! Go mbrise an diabhal do dhá chois! Go ndéana an diabhal dréimire do chnámh do dhroma!”

“Maeve what the hell are you saying?”

“Droch chrích ort! Droch chrích ort!” she said, waving her arms. “Go dtuitfeadh an tigh ort!” 

“Maeve I have no idea what you’re saying but watch your language.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” she said, sticking her tongue out. “If I want this asshat’s house to fall on him I will tell him such!”

“...you said what?”

“You heard me! Go dtuitfeadh an tigh ort! Fucking bastard.” She sneered at Malory, who was still calling for the guards. Who were coming around.

Quickly. 

Ah fuck. 

And goody for Lucas, he was now an accomplice. 

Meaning she wouldn’t be able to get rid of him. 

Though judging by how people gave him a wide berth it wouldn’t be the absolute worst thing. Maybe she’d actually be left alone. (but why did people look so skittish? And then there was the anger? What the fuck did he fucking do?!)

“...shall I escape with you or do you want me to leave you behind?” He was still hurt. She could hear it.

But this was a short truce. 

She sulked, falling limp. “Fine. Carry me away. Just to a hiding spot. You can hide in one of the alcoves down the street if you hurry.”

“...thank you for the tip.” His voice was just dripping with sarcasm. 

“Well I’m sorry if I do this every other week and know what I’m doing!”

“You’re also tiny! You think I can fit in an alcove?”

“Fine! Don’t listen to me! Just set me down and let me get arrested! Save yourself.”

“You know I’m not gonna do that.”

“Oh you hate me anyways,” she groused, her filter was coming completely off as he moved quickly through the market. Guards shouted after them as he dodged the crowd. “Why not just abandon me?”

“Stop being dramatic, I'm not abandoning you.”

“Hmph you didn’t even touch the hate me part.”

“Just because I’m saving your ass doesn’t mean I’m not mad.”

“Ah! So you do hate me!”

“I never said that.” He didn’t elaborate, only tapped his fingers lightly on her thighs. 

She squirmed. “Hey buster watch the hands.” 

“Nervous tic.”

Even with his defense he didn’t stop. Little bastard. 

She kicked her legs a little as he ducked into an alleyway. It wasn’t what she recommended but oh well. 

“Hey stop that, you’ll get us caught,” he huffed as she tried smacking his nose with her heel. He shifted out of the way. 

“Put me down.”

“If you promise to be quiet I’ll put you down.”

“...fine.” She didn’t promise. 

He set her down, she huffed and dusted off the front of her skirt. 

“Malory is a fucking dick,” she muttered. 

“I thought you promised you’d be quiet.”

She stuck her tongue out at him again, getting more irritated by the second. “I never promised that. Only said ‘fine’.”

His eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms. “Don’t be a child.”

“I’ll have you know,” she snarled, pointing a finger at him. He almost went cross eyed staring at it. “I have had the shittiest fucking day today and seeing you has done nothing to improve my mood or overall day so thanks a fucking lot.”

“...you’re really going to blame me now?”

“Well I do not appreciate being picked up and thrown over your shoulder when I had the situation under control.”

“You were going to kill him.”

“I was and as I’ve said many many times; he would’ve deserved it.”

Lucas seemed to weigh what he would say next. She huffed, staring up at him with her fists at her sides. Damn him and his height. She was going to strangle the person that decided making him this fucking tall was a good fucking idea it made fucking arguing with him or even just ranting a pain in her neck. Literally. 

“Ugh!” she yelled, standing on her tiptoes to be at least a little taller. 

God fucking damnit she was just BARELY up to his shoulders now. He looked almost amused as she puffed up her chest a little. 

“You listen here buster,” she snarled, shifting so they were chest to chest. “I have had it up to here with the BULLSHIT I just had to put up with today!” 

His face was red.

Why the fuck was his face red?!

Excuse you sir, she was in the middle of a RANT here. 

And he was still fucking mad at her for the shit she pulled. Yeah sure it was to protect him. Yeah sure she should not be as close as she was to him at that moment. She should also not be ranting. She should also not have been robbed didn’t she lock her doors?!

Also why the fuck was he still adorable when blushing?! Unfair! She was calling bullshit! She was supposed to be distancing herself and her feelings to not feel attracted to him. But nooooo the gods and stars above just had to bless him with being so fucking adorble she wanted to kiss him. Oh stars and spirits she was not going off on a fucking mental tangent about wanting to kiss him. That was not going to happen.

Even though she was close enough to. 

Gods why did everything have to be so fucking complicated?! 

That’s it she was going to fight someone. 

“Hey! Are you listening?” she asked, they were now chest to chest. She was off kilter with being on her tiptoes, back arching to get a good look at him. God fucking- height. 

She growled, settling back down onto her heels. He pursed his lips to keep from laughing and that was it and that was the last straw.

She pulled him down by his ear, hissing through her teeth. “You listen to me here Lucas whatever-the-fuck your last name is.”

“K-Karimov.” He stumbled a little with the weird angle which she was holding him in. But somehow, the filter was off and so was her ability to care. 

“Thank you. You listen to me here, Lucas Karimov. I do not want to be stuck in this alleyway with you anymore than you want to be stuck with me. Today has had it OUT for me the whole fucking day!”

He seemed to hear something but she was too caught up in herself fuming to notice. “Maeve-”

“And don’t get me fucking started on what happened to me this fine morning-”

“Maeve!” He shifted out of her grasp. 

“-with my clinic and the mess I had to- MMPH!” He slapped his hand over her mouth, shoving her roughly against the alley wall, caging her in between his legs and resting his elbow beside her cheek. 

“Shut up,” he whispered, looking over his shoulder. 

She watched the guards run by their hiding spot, yelling about hearing something. 

His face was so close to hers, his breath tickling her ear as he murmured to her. “You’ll get us caught.”

She glared at him over his palm. He wasn’t looking at her. Her brows furrowed as she squirmed, but he held firm. He didn’t let go of her even as the guards disappeared. 

So she took matters into her own hands. 

Or well, between her teeth. 

So she bit down on his hand. Hard. 

He pulled away with a yelp. She scrubbed at her mouth with the back of her hand as he nursed his wound. 

“You...you bit me!”

She placed her hands on her hips. “You needed to let me go!”

“You bit me!”

“Indeed I did!”

“What put you in such a sour mood?” he muttered, rubbing the bite gently. 

“Hm? Bad mood? Me?” Her eye twitched a little. She was so done. She was actually ready to sleep for a million years. 

Fuck the nightmares he was starting to star in she was done. 

“Yeah! Me getting fucking robbed was great to put me in the best of fucking moods!” she snapped, pacing around the small space of the alley while she waited for the clear. 

She shocked him into a stunned silence. “You were...what?”

Her head whipped around and her eyes were deathly narrowed. Absolutely done. 

“Heavens and stars are ya deaf?” Oh no her accent was coming out. Fan-fucking-tastic her accent was coming out. “I was fuckin robbed! So I was not put in the bestest of moods today so you get to see me when I’m irritated. I know! I’m so fucking fun aren’t I?”

Who would’ve guessed having her clinic trashed and her things stolen then having to deal with both LUCAS and MALORY would put her in such a sour mood that she didn’t even care if half of her words were clouded by her accent?! Oh and being handled like a sack of potatoes REALLY added to it! Then being pinned…

Hmm okay being pinned against the wall by Lucas wasn’t the worst thing to happen to her that fine day. 

Even so she felt the tiniest spark of pride at biting him. 

Was she guilty over that? Surprisingly no.

Check back later. 

“Who...who robbed you?”

“Shit if I know! I’m sure that weird thing I found was a fuckin callin card though. Why do you care?”

“Calling card?”

“It was a pain in the fuckin ass to clean too! I don’t know where the hell they got all that blue paint to paint my entire back wall but they fucking did it! And then leaving the weird stains on my door. Blue and I don’t know probably blood. All and all it was fucking disgusting.” 

“...blue paint? What did they paint?”

She rubbed her temples. She did not have to share this with him. She did not have to share this with him. “Some weird crescent spots and a letter. Took forever to clean.”

Annnd she shared it with him.

“Spots? Letter?”

She cracked one eye open. “Yeah. I think they were either leopard or cheetah spots. Letter was a fucking W. And then they tried to break into my house and left bloody handprints! I had quite the scare this morning.”

All the colour drained from his face. 

“Blue...cheetah marks?”

“Did you just...ignore everything I just said? Yes! And blood! Like everywhere! They tried to break into my house and I don’t know why I am sharing this with you I should not be sharing this with you and I am going to regret this later but oh well I have no filter and I’m rambling.”

There was a slight anger swirling in his eyes. Barely contained. 

Even with how pissed she was it spooked her. 

What did he have to be angry about? 

“Were you hurt?”

“Does it look like I’ve been hurt?” He crossed his arms. She threw her hands into the air. “No! I have locking charms on my door. I didn’t hear them because of the sound proofing charms I have on my clinic and above that in my flat.”

Why the fuck did she just mention that?!

And she kept fucking going. 

This was it. 

If he didn’t hate her before because she rejected his kiss (like a fucking MORON. She did have a good reason for it (at least to herself. She was such a liar) but why oh why did she have to break things off with him. Granted if she kissed him that would’ve made things so much worse even though she really wanted to kiss him holy fuck she wanted to kiss him why was this hitting her now of all times when he was so close why was he so close and why did he look so scared and so pissed?!) he would definitely hate her now. 

Nice fucking going O’Connor. You did it. Messed up one of the only good relationships you’ve had in a while not just once but twice. 

Give the girl a medal. 

“Do you need help cleaning it up?”

“My tables are broken and I need to fix them and set them up again but I cleaned up this morning. All my medications and herbs were stolen. My tools. Stolen. My clinic? Fucking wrecked. Fruit stand guy? Tried to get me arrested again. You? Pick me up like I weigh nothing. So yeah. Having a great fucking day today.”

“...you are scary when irritated.”

“Oh and you barely scratched the fucking surface. I. Am. Going. To. Kill. SOMEONE!”

“Calm down Maeve the guards could hear-”

“I am not going to fucking calm down. I have bottled up everything for too fucking long. The only time I could sleep in peace was fucking ruined by my neighbors being obnoxious. And they bitch about me. So no a ghrá mo chroí, I am not calming down! You haven’t talked to me in weeks and now that you do you tell me how to feel and no. I am so done! I am done with you, I am done with Malory and I am done with the shitty fucking gods who decided creating me and giving me my fucking luck was a good fucking idea!”

Hold on. 

Did she just say that nickname out loud? 

The hurt on his face let her know that she did, indeed, say that out loud.

And he was taking it in the entirely wrong direction.

“...sorry.” His tone was deathly soft. 

Ah great.

Third times a fucking charm. 

“I...didn’t mean for it to come off that way. But you don’t need to curse me in another language.” Great, she hurt him again. As per fucking usual. 

Maybe he was right by calling her a trainwreck. Useless without him. 

Her voice cracked a little, hoarse from yelling. “Lucas-”

“The guards are gone now. I’ll...see you.” He was angry with her. 

Gods...fuck. 

“That's not what I-”

His expression was a mixture of hurt and anger. “I get it. You don’t like seeing me anymore. I was too...too much. Too much too soon. I understand. I overstepped again and I’m sorry.”

She brought her hands back to her chest as he moved out of the alley. “...if you go to your right and then down the first alley you should avoid the guards,” he whispered. “Get home safe.”

“Lucas I didn’t-” But he was gone. 

Her hands shook with both the raw snapping hurt of his words and just even more anger. 

“I didn’t insult you,” she snarled to the open air. “I said some dumb fucking shit by accident...a ghrá mo chroí.” It felt...right to say.

Because it was true.

He was her heart’s beloved. 

Even if he was a fucking dumbass. Shit, she was a fucking dumbass. 

Maybe she didn’t deserve love. If this was how it was going to treat her, maybe it was better if she just was...alone! 

Once again Maeve was off by herself. 

Hurting people she really liked because she couldn’t keep her dumb mouth shut. 

She muttered to herself as she picked her basket of new (if she found the perpetrators she was going to whoop their asses) medications and plants to make medications. 

Fan-fucking-tastic. 

She followed Lucas’ instructions after she ran into the guards on her normal way home. 

Damn you Malory you asshole.

With a sigh she arrived at her doorstep. His way added ten extra minutes to her walk. How fun. 

She peaked inside the clinic to see if anything else was destroyed but it was...cleaner than when she left it.

Her tables that had been turned over were set up again. There was paint and blood all over the tops of the tables but...they were up again. 

She ran her hands along the grooves, looking around. 

She stopped when she saw a small cloth bundle sitting on her counter. The string was a ribbon, and it was tied into a messy bow.

Her earlier bashes slowly dissolved as she stared at it. 

And that one lone butterfly fluttered to life. 

#the arcana #the arcana game #maeve #lucas #maevas #my writing #maeve x lucas #I ordered 2 idiots in love #and delivered

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HEY  BESTIES  <333  i’m  veronica  (  she/they  ,  21  ,  pst  )   and  here  is  my  super  late  intro  ...  idk  what  to  say  abt  myself  lol  ...  pls  read  on  and  consider  listening  to  the fine sounds of rowan’s brain  while  perusing  this  bad  intro  .  also  everyone  say  thank  u  j  bc  otherwise  i  would  not  still  have  my  intro  omgg  

*   𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺 

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞  :  rowan  priam  davis   /   𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬   :  ro  /  row  ,  tbd .   /   𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫  +  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬  :  demiguy  ,  he  /  they   /    𝐝𝐨𝐛  :   7  june   /   𝐚𝐠𝐞  +  𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜  :  twenty - two  +  gemini   /   𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧  :   new  york .   /    𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧 + 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭  :  12  + dionysus   /   𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞  :  brass knuckles   /   𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 :   english  +  greek  +  latin  +  french  +  spanish   /   𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  :  5'10   /   𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬  :  irresponsible  ,  reticent  ,  disorganized  ,  impatient ,  stubborn  ,  selfish  ,  aloof    +    observant  ,  clever  ,   independent  ,  affable  ,  resourceful  ,  empathetic  ,  cooperative   /     𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢  :  entp  /  possible  estp .     /      𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩  :  any “bad boy” who is also the life of the party  ,  characters with similar mbti’s  / those who will push your buttons but you can never fully hate them  somehow  ...  tony stark of the marvel cinematic universe ,   jeff winger  of  community  ,  severus  snape  of  harry potter  ,  daniel desario of freaks and geeks  ,  etc .

*   𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 

rowan grew up in new york city where his mother worked on broadway and off - broadway shows for most of his life , though a few times he was dragged on nations tours .

rowan was brought to camp at fourteen where he was almost immediately claimed by dionysus . he wasn’t all that surprised, though, given who his mother is .  rowan, surprisingly, didn’t get the acting gift, or rather, not the love for the stage. rowan is nothing if not dramatic and theatrical , though if you’d ask them , they would probably blame it all on the madness trait, which isnt’t true at all, but you don’t have to know that. 

TW MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL ADDICTION , END AT NEXT BULLET POINT  ...  rowan’s special talent of alcokinesis often makes him the life of the party , though other than the social aspect of being a walking keg , it’s caused him nothing but trouble in the past as he’s grown a sort of dependency on and addiction to it in the past  , though that’s something he keeps mostly secret and is trying to work past .  connection idea ... someone pls help him 

ANYWAYS ... rowan sticks to themself for the most part , unless they have some benefit of letting someone in usually . which leads us to the present . rowan is currently neutral . they know deep down what the right thing to do is , but their self destructive nature and reputation they’ve made for themself make that choice a difficult one that needs no immediate care . they’re waiting to see which side needs him more and why he should agree to join .

also  ...  rowan uses he and they pronouns and has openly for about five years  .  they aren’t a permanent year-rounder but has spent several years entirely on camp , especially in recent years . rowan secretly likes to sing and if he had to be in any show , it would be rent and as roger since they share a last name and are both moody . rowan likes to wear glitter eyeshadow a lot and paints his nails sometimes . his favourite genre of music is probably anything 90s . his mom has a strawberry allergy so rowan hardly gets to use his chlorokinesis for those . prefers red grapes over green .

*    𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  ..  rowan identifies as pansexual so all of these are open to anyone  . 

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  :  best friend   ...    the ride or die   ,  the one person rowan is closest to in the entire world    +     frenemies   ...   they hate each other until it rly counts  ,  they'll have each other's backs when they need to    +     sibling - like friendship   /   without getting into the family tree of it all , someone who he can look up to or someone who for some reason looks up to him  ,  a confidant  +     flirtationship or will they , won't they   /   close friends or even enemies with romantic potential or tension , whether or not they realize it or have tried   +   party  friends  ...   u know the deal    +   idk how to descibe this one i’m dumb  ...  they just use each other for stuff like .. sneaking stuff in or training but don’t talk much outside of that  ,  they have each others backs but aren’t very close outside of when it benefits them despite their similarities   +   literally anything   /   also the aforementioned thing in the bullet points above lol

BELOW  is  literally  just  my  app . 

PART ONE.   /   ⟨  alex fitzalan , demiguy , he/they , twenty-two ⟩ there goes ROWAN DAVIS after the opposing team’s flag , the child of DIONYSUS who was claimed to CABIN 12 eight years ago . wielding their BRASS KNUCKLES , and their inherited ALCOKINESIS at the ready , they’re sure to lead their team to victory . after all , it was their demigod prowess that proved to be vital during the arduous and decisive QUEST FOR THE GOLDEN FLEECE ( demigod slot 8 ) they ventured on in the past . don’t let their feat fool you though , it was during this quest that they were challenged by their SELF-RELIANCE AND RECKLESSNESS. perhaps that is the reason they’ve chosen to be neutral . 

PART TWO.   /   whether or not rowan was helpful on their quest is something he finds subjective , his perception vs everyone else’s. he feels he was helpful in the broader sense , simply being a part of the little rescue team and confrontation of luke being the extent of his helpfulness. others might argue his quick thinking skills or boldness and courage pulled them out of certain stickier situations. though no one is likely to disagree that rowan’s alcokineses is useless around 90% of the time , 99% on quests, probably. like his current stance, and apparent attitude towards most things, rowan’s usefulness was neutral at best. if they’d had forced transformation instead, however, maybe things would’ve been different . 

PART THREE.  /  rowan, at the moment, is neutral, though leaning towards the olympians, morally. morals don’t mean a lot though , since right now they don’t see any rush or severity to the situation and picking a side and is mostly waiting to play their cards right , wants to know what each side has to offer that will benefit them the most. they knows it’s wrong, deep down, but can’t help it. 

PART FOUR.  /   ok hey guys here’s some messy headcanons taken from my app . 

rowan was brought to the camp at fourteen  …  prefers to stick to himself mostly and not get close to people or let them in very often  …  lives by keep ur friends close , enemies closer sort of , more like he just doesn’t let anyone super close unless he benefits in some way , it’s easier for him to not care than to get attached , self destructive sort of  …  not a bad person necessarily , but got that reputation and leans into it  …  very fake it til you make it , pretends to be confident but has no idea what he’s doing ever  …  reckless and refuses to analyze his mistakes to be better  …  feels useless a lot but hardly shows it , will sit and play it cool instead of moping  …  moved around a lot with his mother who is an actress – sometimes on broadway , sometimes in touring shows which she did whenever she worried about rowan’s safety  ...  when he tastes ambrosia he tastes the blueberry muffins his mom used to make him for breakfast to take to school

#titanomachyintro #━━ ‎ ♡ ‎ ❛ 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑘 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑦 ... 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒 / 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 . #━━ ‎ ♡ ‎ ❛ 𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑎 𝘩𝑖𝑡 + 𝑟𝑢𝑛 ... 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒 / 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑐 . #TLDR rowan is an asshole but hes got internal struggles ig

[ohhoworiginalrfaheadcanons]

What would the falling in love process be like for Jumin and an MC that's pretty much the female version of Saeyoung (as in always jokey, never serious)

Well, I’ll have to assume that while she’s like 7, she’s still different enough to be compatible with Jumin, since she’d still have to be able to woo him for it to work.

Jumin falling for a jokey MC

Like everyone else, Jumin is intrigued and interested in the new party organizer when she suddenly appears. She’s a mystery, and while it’s a waste of effort to spend much time on trying to solve that when he can do nothing about it, he can’t help that he’s intrigued.

Thus, despite himself, he can’t help but engage with her when he sees her in the chatroom. As it happens, she’s quite charming. She appreciates Elizabeth the 3rd, and she understands his jokes. She’s got good taste, and it’s refreshing to get along with someone in the RFA without hearing the same tired lines from her.

He can appreciate her desire to be light-hearted in chat all the time, as he, too, wishes to use the chatroom to unwind after work. With that said...it can also be frustrating when she joins in on the ridiculous and not particularly funny jokes that Luciel makes.

At times, he must admit, he does wish she could be more serious. As much as he appreciates the attitude she clearly has...sometimes he simply isn’t up for joviality. For the most part, however, it’s something he simply bears in mind when interacting with the chatroom.

Her humor can be refreshing from time to time even when he is stressed, though, as she’s immediately there to support, join in on, and laugh at his jokes - something only V and Rika had ever done before. And if she is inappropriately flippant and too manic at times, he doesn’t miss that she chooses not to target him with those inappropriate jokes - or Elizabeth the 3rd. That’s a relief, as two of Luciel would be more than his nerves could bear some days.

She calls at inappropriate times about completely banal and unimportant things, but there’s always such mirth and cheer in her voice that he can’t help but feel himself become less stressed just by listening to her. Her suggestions for Elizabeth-centric projects are ridiculous, but he finds that he’s smiling to himself listening to them anyway, and so he can never really bring himself to be annoyed by her oddly timed and inane phonecalls.

Moody as he feels, he still finds himself calling her to find some relief and relaxation while dealing with Glam and Sarah’s exhausting attempts at ruining C&R, his life, and his relationship with his father. She certainly uses language about the women that he wouldn’t, but it does feel oddly satisfying for someone else to say it.

Despite himself, when he finds his gaze falling on her in a glamorous gown at the party, his breath briefly catches, and the word that comes to mind is beautiful. She makes a joke about some other costume she’d wanted to wear that Jaehee had nixed, but the slightly bashful edge to her smile leaves him too entranced to pay attention to which costume she’d been planning to wear.

Everything plays out as planned in the party, revealing Sarah and Glam’s secrets and nullifying the engagement not only between himself and the wretched Sarah, but his father and Glam. In the crowd, her smile is proud and shining, and it leaves him breathless for a few moments.

V makes a few comments that make no sense, while wearing an amused and knowing smile that leaves him completely perplexed.

After the party, things continue on in a considerably less stressful fashion, but he still can’t help but enjoy the strange sense of humor that the party coordinator has. Over time, rather than her only participating in his jokes, he also goes along with some of her more amusing ones. The response of the rest of the RFA is in itself amusing enough to continue to do so.

Eventually, he makes good on the initial offer he’d made to let her come and visit Elizabeth. It’s with some small amount of trepidation that he lets her near the cat. However, his trust is rewarded by the woman interacting exactly as he requests with Elizabeth. She makes no attempt to pursue Elizabeth around the room, and when the cat approaches her curiously, she’s gentle and careful when petting, playing only when the cat wishes to, and never in the rough and abusive way that Luciel did.

She visits much more frequently after then, often citing the excuse that she can’t bear to spend time away from Elizabeth. She makes a habit of saying so in the chat when Luciel is online, which he presumes is a direct attempt to tease the hacker. He doesn’t mind, however, as her presence is warm and happy - loud without being disruptive, energetic without being draining.

When she visits, she stays for lunch, sipping wine and indulging in whatever he happens to order for them. Her smile never goes away, but she does seem calmer and almost comparatively tranquil when they eat, often spending the rest of her visit simply sitting with him and watching or reading something with him.

It’s not entirely a surprise when she asks to go with him some place that quite clearly wouldn’t involve Elizabeth, but it is...pleasantly unexpected that she does so in such an abrupt manner in the middle of an unrelated conversation.

It’s hard to think when her attention is on him alone. Sitting across from him at a dinner surrounded by strangers, he’s certain her gaze can simply pierce through him and see all of him. His thoughts, his feelings, the tangled up threads he’s been caught up and strangled by for so many years.

She sees all of it, and yet she smiles at him with a warmth that he’s never seen before.

Her fingers tangle with his when they leave the building, and that same warmth in her eyes spreads through his body from where their palms touch. Her head leans on his shoulder in the car and she laughs lightly about the wine tasting they attended. For some reason it leaves his mouth dry and him feeling restless enough that he’d have preferred to walk home instead of riding home.

He’s simply finding excuses to go places with her, now. They’re well reasoned enough, but there’s no need really for her to travel with him when he inspects the grape or cherry farms, and it’s a bit of an inconvenience to schedule a business trip to France for an extra person who’s not even in the company, but she leaps at the opportunity to explore the world, even though the traveling schedule is itself grueling.

He’s not a fool.

He can figure out for himself why he feels this way, why he seeks out every opportunity to spend time with her, why he logs into chat immediately if he sees her there, and why he calls her for no reason whenever he finds his hand drifting to his phone.

Yet, she still manages to surprise him, as she rather abruptly blurts out her feelings to him before he can.

He kisses the knuckles of her fingers and smiles to himself as a joke comes to mind, and he points out he’ll have to propose to her to regain the tempo in their relationship.

She agrees to marry him before he actually asks. Exactly as he’d expect of the strange and wonderful woman he loves, really.

When she makes a bold attempt at turning their vows into a giant prank, however, he simply sighs and kisses her before the innocent priest can fall victim to it.

#jumin han #rfa headcanons #jumin x mc #mysme #mystic messenger #anonymous #ask

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

One Thing

“Now I'm climbing the walls But you don't notice at all That I'm going out of my mind.”

-One Thing, One Direction

Summary:

Joshua decides to bug you at lunch, except he isn’t really that much of a bother... Even if you kinda wish he was.

-

“You’re upset.”

You looked up in surprise at Joshua as he made himself comfortable across the table from you. He seemed to have been watching you for a while, and honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if that were true.

It wasn’t that he was the kind of person to just… Watch you from afar but he had learned over time that you weren’t always good at… Being outward about your feelings. He knew that you were careful around him to make it look like you were okay even if maybe you weren’t.

“Joshua,” you greeted, a smile crossing your lips. You were happy to say that it honestly wasn’t manufactured in any way. You were just so happy to be there with him that you couldn’t help but be glad.

He, however, didn’t let the smile phase him.

“What happened today?” He asked you softly. “Do you need to talk about it?”

Your smile wavered a little bit, and you looked away from Joshua your eyes lowering hesitantly down to your hands.

“You know… You know I don’t really want to,” you replied softly. Joshua reached across the table, his fingers brushing over your knuckles ever so lightly. It made you look down at your hands together.

“I know,” he replied his voice hushed. “I just worry about you, you know that?”

Guilt brewed in the pit of your stomach at not really wanting to tell Joshua what was wrong, but you also had a good reason for it.

You worried that if you told Joshua what you were stressing over he would tell you that your thoughts were unwarranted, that your concerns for the next day, and the day after that was all in vain over literally nothing.

You didn’t want to worry him, you honestly wished he would worry a little less about you. You were so much happier right here next to him then you were before but knowing that he was weighed down by your gloomy behavior.

“Shouldn’t you be back over with your friends?” You asked him softly. He shrugged.

“I can eat with my friends anytime,” he stated. “Besides I prefer to pass my time with you.” You didn’t like that answer, but you didn’t comment on it. Instead, you focused back on your food. Joshua just sat there, watching you with a strange look on his face. At first, you just pretended like you didn’t notice, but after a while, you just couldn’t bear to ignore it.

“Joshua what are you-”

“Y/n do you want to possibly go out together sometime?” Joshua interrupted. You jumped back at the invitation, your eyebrows rising in surprise.

“What?”

His cheeks had reddened at some point. You weren’t sure when you supposed you hadn’t been paying enough attention to notice it. Your eyebrows scrunched and you set your fork back down on the lunch tray you had.

“Do you want to go out together sometime,” Joshua repeated. He shrugged off-handedly. “I was looking at some places that I think you might like. We could just go out and grab a bite to eat. Get some coffee or hot chocolates or something like that?”

When you just stared at him blankly, he continued to ramble softly. He didn’t necessarily look nervous. Honestly, nothing made him look like that other than his twiddling thumbs, and the way his eyes couldn’t really stay on you.

“You mean as friends?” You asked. Joshua’s rambles came to a stop, and you could almost see the way that his heart skipped a beat at your words. You watched him desperately looking for the answer to provide you with. You knew that he now had a handful of options he could go with, but you weren’t sure which one he would end up going with.

He cleared his throat and ran his hand nervously over the ends of his strands of hair.

“I mean on a date,” he replied confidently.

Once again you were caught off-guard. Did Joshua… He couldn’t possibly have a crush on you. Was this some sort of prank?

You started to look around the cafeteria before stopping, mentally hitting yourself. Joshua would never joke about this sort of thing. He wasn’t cruel, he would never lie to you about something serious. You let your gaze shyly turn back to Joshua’s, and while he did look nervous, you could tell he wasn’t about to take back his statement.

“A…” You trailed off, trying to figure out what you could say without saying something that made it too clear that you didn’t know what to do. “A play date?”

Joshua snickered at your words.

“Are we kids?” He asked. You looked down at your food and then back up at him.

“Maybe?”

Again Joshua laughed.

“Alright, alright,” he mumbled. “You know you don’t really have to answer that if you won’t want to I just… We get along pretty well and I think you might kind of like me don’t you?”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and instead of directly responding you just looked away from him.

“You should eat some more,” Joshua suggested softly. You looked back over at him and gave him a bit of an exasperated look.

“You sound like a parent,” you mumbled. “I eat just fine.”

“You barely eat at all,” he stated back. “I swear you wouldn’t eat anything at lunch if it wasn’t for me.”

He wasn’t wrong. You didn’t really like to eat at lunchtime. You weren’t sure what exactly it was about it was about lunch. After all, it wasn’t like you starved yourself. You just… Preferred not to waste your time eating when you weren’t hungry and lunch was always so early that you weren’t ever hungry for it when the time came.

“You’re just being dramatic that’s all,” you grumbled. Joshua hummed back and nudged your tray towards you, which made you begrudgingly roll your eyes and pick up the cardboard pizza. That satisfied Joshua enough that he pulled out his phone. He was messing with it for a while while you ate, before looking up at you.

“Anyways, where do you want to go on our date?” He asked. You choked on the crust of your pizza and looked at Joshua.

“What?” You exclaimed. He showed you the screen of his phone.

“Do you want to go somewhere really fancy? Or would a date to the local grocery store to look at the novelty cards suffice?”

“I never said that I’d go on a date with you,” you mumbled. He shrugged.

“You never said you wouldn’t.”

Your eyebrows rose. You supposed he wasn’t wrong.

“Well-”

“I feel like the novelty card’s thing is like 8th date kind of thing,” he mumbled. “But I don’t want to scare you off with something too fancy. That’s a third date thing. What if we went to the Olive Garden?”

“I will literally steal all of the breadsticks,” you threatened. He laughed at your words and nodded.

“Olive Garden it is,” he stated. “What about tonight? We can go after classes get out.”

“I still haven’t said I’m going to go out with you,” you protested. “You really think that you can just bribe me with Olive Garden and I’ll go out with you?”

Joshua looked down at his phone and then back up at you. He shrugged.

“Yes?”

“Well you’re absolutely right, but only because it means free food,” you said after a short silence. You crossed your arms over your chest. “It’s not like-”

“I like you or anything?” Joshua finished for you, a teasing smile crossing his face. “Oh don’t worry I’m not getting any crazy ideas.”

You huffed and picked up some of the slop that the school called fruit slipping it into your mouth.

“Oh also, you sound like a tsundere when you say things like that.”

You snorted and tossed a grape at Joshua. He protested as the grape landed in his lap, but he had a large goofy smile spread over his lips the whole time. You allowed yourself to laugh too and rested your elbows on the table. The action made him hum.

“Did you know that you have the most beautiful smile?” He asked you. You rolled your eyes.

“What are you talking about?” You mumbled.

“Whenever you smile my whole world lights up,” he murmured back. You tried not to blush at his words, and instead just locked him in a flat stare.

“Aren’t you lucky to have me as a best friend?” You asked him. His lips formed an ‘o’ and he chuckled softly.

“Friend zoned by a girl that I plan on kissing tonight,” he said with a shake of his head. “Oh gee, what will I do.”

He reached his hand forward, gently taking your hand in his. You felt a shock of electricity run through you when you two touched. It made your heart flutter a little. You weren’t sure when Joshua had stopped seeing you as just a friend but… You kind of liked how shamelessly he was admitting his feelings for you.

Even if it did feel sudden.

“Now that we have our date plans solidified there is only one more thing to address,” he stated softly. His fingers tightened a little on yours, and you were surprised he didn’t mind the pizza grease on your fingers that was now rubbing off on his.

You were definitely going to be washing your hands after this.

“Well a few more things but, first off… Why were you upset today?” He asked you. You withdrew your hands, an unpleasant expression spreading over your face once again.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You lowered your eyes back down to your food, but Joshua wouldn’t take that. He lowered his head to the table so that it was harder to avoid his eyes.

“Are you sure? You just… I don’t know, seemed like you needed someone to talk to earlier,” he stated pointedly. “You know that if you never talk about it-”

“You sound like a therapist Joshua,” you deadpanned. He winked at you, and you were sure it would have been impressive had he not winked at you with a goofy smile on his lips and both of his eyes.

“A cute therapist?”

You pushed your hand in his face knocking him back a little.

“An annoying therapist.”

“Jokes aside. You really should talk about it. I know it’s hard but… If you ever need to talk about it, please don’t be afraid to. You know I’m here for you,” Joshua assured.

You did know that Joshua was there for you. Out of all of your friends you had, to be honest, he was probably the one that you trusted the most. He had always been there for you, ever since you guys were kids. You could remember a time as a kid when you had fallen on the playground and cut yourself. Joshua had been the one to wash off your cut and put a bandaid on you.

When your first crush in elementary school had thrown the rose you gave him on a valentine’s day on the ground Joshua had been the one who picked it up, wiped your tears and told you it was the most beautiful rose that he had ever seen.

Joshua was always there to pick you up when you fell down, and to have been around him for this long and to not have developed a crush on the way would have simply been impossible.

You let a smile ghost your lips.

“Not this time Joshua,” you assured softly. “But next time, I’ll tell you okay?”

He smiled too and nodded.

“Good,” he stated softly.

He looked down at his phone and smiled.

“Alright! The reservations have been made,” he stated excitedly. Your eyes widened.

“You made actually reservations?” You blurted. “At the Olive Garden?!”

“Nothing less for the girl I’m going to kiss tonight.”

“I don’t care how long I’ve known you, I will not be kissing you after the first date,” you protested pointedly.

Even so, when Joshua dropped you off at your house that night, and his fingers tenderly brushed your hair out of the way, and he leaned forward so close that you thought he was just going to kiss you. You didn’t protest. You waited patiently, your eyes flickering between his lips and his eyes.

“Hey y/n? I think I’m going to have to kiss you now.”

“Yeah? Well, I think it’s about time.”

#Joshua Hong #Joshua Hong Seventeen #Joshua Seventeen #Joshua Fanfiction #Joshua Fanfic #Joshua AU #Seventeen Fanfiction #Seventeen Fanfic #Kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #Svt Fanfiction #Svt fanfic

[bioodorange]

im doing it like this bc fuck you

anyway, no NSFW, that shits nasty. I also don't care abt gender, fuck me up dude.

uhhhhhh my love language is fuckin quality time and i like hugs n shit,like i would fucking kill for cuddle movie nights n shit like that

now gimme a killer significant other

I match you with nao- nah im kidding she ain’t an option, sUCkER

okay its clockwork I HAVE REASONS ITS NOT FOR THE JOKE

|| Clockwork ||

so I feel like you guys would have a good dynamic as friends to start off with, like you’re similair but not enough to clash

when you first met you’d be like “wtf is your name” “the hell do you mean your names literally RAT”

You’d get into a dumb arguement with weird nicknames like “fuck knuckle” and “chewy cum sock”

It’d go on in the living room for a few hours and people would leave you guys at peace like “Aw look shes trying to scalp them”

Thus a pointless rivalry begins

Wether its who gets down the stairs first or who can fit the most grapes in their mouth everything is a competition between you two

You’d gag really loud whenever she’d walk into a room

Someone would be like “wow I didn’t know you hated her that much” “Bitch when did I say that??”

You’d keep this up until you had a mission or something together and figure out “shit this bitch cool”

You’d start staying up late together watching shit movies and throwing popcorn at each other

She’d start making you breakfast and one person comes in like oh thats so nice of yo-” “Bitch is this for you? NOPE!”

Sitting together on the couch and shit would become a normal thing your nicknames would become more loving “This is my friend, sparkle shit head”  or something

You’d be like shes pretty and say you were trying to tell the time as an excuse for staring at her

People would make comments about you two dating and one day you’re like eh why not

Y’all would be a power couple 

I have an oddly specific image in my head  of some guy running off you’re in her jacket shoot him in the leg and falls over and you guys aggresively scream in happiness

She’d be a good rock for you in break downs and your goofy as self could make her feel better pretty quickly

not only are your personalities good you guys also balance each other out

I hope this was good!