#hope you all had a smooth catch-- see you next fish!

[zenmai--jikake--no--komoriuta]

♥♥♥ BOBGOB ACQUIRED ♥♥♥

how did you all fare this window? if you weren't able to hook one, you're in luck-- there's another window up in ~12 hours and due to timezone shenanigans that means it still falls within Valentines Day but for the US and similar timezones, so you still have a shot at catching a Premium Valentiones' Bobgob for you and your paramour(s) this year ♥

#the boy!! he's here!! merry bobgobmas and a happy bobgob valentines!! #I managed to catch 3! one to keep and one to send to my sis who is at work rn and another to send to my partner lol #hope you all had a smooth catch-- see you next fish! #bobgoblin awareness week #bobgoblin bass #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv fishing #valentione's day

[yanderecrazysie]

Galeophobia (Kirishima)

Please don’t request any phobias. I just felt like making this for fun.

Be kind to me, I'm still not good at writing NSFW

Title: Galeophobia

Pairings: Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, mershark Kirishima, pirate reader, marking, NSFW, NON-CON, belly bulge, excessive cum

Phobia: The fear of sharks

Normally, the setting sun is something that makes you smile, its beautiful pink-and-orange hues are a feast for the eyes. Here and now? It feels as though it is taunting you as your water sloshes over the deck of your sinking ship.

How can nature be so beautiful, yet so cruel?

The storm is completely gone- there’s no sign that it ever happened. No sign, save for one wooden ship taking on water. The jolly rogers above you wave feebly in the light wind before crumbling in on themselves as even the air falls silent. You sigh wearily.

After all the danger you’d put yourself in to get rich, sinking serenely in the middle of calm waters, all of your comrades having fled on lifeboats. Leaving the captain to go down with the ship.

It’s a dumb tradition that the pirates of your country take part in, you thought dully, so why did I bother following it? You wished you weren’t quite so honorable. 

The water ripples below your lazy perch on the ship’s front railings, now reaching past the deck and slowly inching towards you. Somewhere off in the distance, you see something shimmer in the sunset’s pink-tinged water.

You squint, confused, as something bright red begins rising in the clear water right below you, on the end of your ship and the open ocean. Water breaks at the surface as the crimson object reveals itself to be spiky hair on the head of a handsome tan-skinned man with equally-red, intense eyes.

At first, you think he must be dead. After all, how else could there be someone out here in the middle of the ocean, unless they were from a ship already sunken below? But no, the man gazes at you with a lively expression, smiling brightly at you as though he’s never been so happy to see someone else. 

The next conclusion fills you with hope: there must be land nearby! Surely he had swum from an island to your ship. But how far away was it? You look in every direction and see nothing but water.

“Where do you come from?” You ask urgently, “It’s not too far is it? I’m not a strong swimmer.”

The man laughs loudly, “Don’t worry, I got you, babe.”

You wrinkle your nose at the pet name but hold your tongue. After all, this redhead was the only thing between you and the bottom of the ocean.

He holds out his arms as though he’s ready to catch you, “Come on down, babe. I don’t bite. Much.”

He flashes you a smile and you gasp. His teeth are unnaturally sharp and triangular, nothing like a human’s. For the first time, you feel a sense of foreboding and your heart pounds in your chest. 

Your gaze falls below his bare abs under the water and you’re shocked to see that instead of bare legs, there’s gray and white smooth skin that ends in a sharp fish tail. From the shape and the earlier glance at his teeth, you surmise he’s some sort of shark merman. Not human, in any case.

“What are you?” You shriek, wrapping your arms around your legs protectively, all too aware of how close the water was to you now.

The shark-man grins, flashing those sharp teeth at you once more, “My name’s Kirishima. What’s yours, babe?”

“Stay away from me, you fish freak!” You seethe, pulling your compass from your pocket and heaving it at him as hard as you can. It bounces off his chest with a thunk but he doesn’t so much as flinch. “Wait until after I’ve drowned to eat me!”

Kirishima sighs, a soft pout to his features as he tells you, “List babe: you’re either coming down on your own or you’re going to sink.”

The reality of the situation dawns on you just as you feel water licking at your toes. You were going to be eaten by this half-shark, half-man creature. All that would be left of you would be your bones on the bottom of the ocean, alongside your trusty ship. 

Hot tears prick your eyes as you let yourself slide off the railing into the water. If my death is coming, then let it be quick, you thought sadly.

Kirishima blinks in surprise before a smile spreads across his face. This time, his lips are pulled over those vicious teeth, and you can’t help but think it’s a little cute. He reaches his hand out to brush away a few stray tears, but that just causes more to spill.

Strong arms wrap around you and you close your eyes, ready for death. It doesn’t come. Instead, Kirishima nuzzles into your neck, cooing softly into your ear as he holds you close.

He pulls you away from the sinking ship, most of which is already underwater. Your first and only ship- you feel more tears slip down your cheeks. It’s gone now, there’s no getting it back.

“Shh, it’s alright, babe.” Kirishima shushes you softly as he swims farther away, tugging you along through the water. You shiver in his grasp and he takes notice, stopping immediately to run his hands over your body, “Oh man, you’re cold all over.”

The grin that cracks across his face is mischievous and predatory at the same time, “I know how to fix that.”

Something cold and hard brushes against your butt and your heart stops all together before it starts up tenfold again. Don’t tell me he means…

Incredibly sharp teeth pierce through the skin on your neck and you let out a scream. Warm blood pools on the surface as he sucks gently before releasing with a pop. He takes a look at his handiwork- at the wound swelling on your neck- and has the audacity to look proud. 

Kirishima presses against you as he begins peeling your clothes from your skin. Something very large and very hard pokes against your thighs and, although you cannot see it, you already have an idea of what it is. Curiosity has you briefly wondering if it looks like a human’s or not.

You don’t have a chance to look down at it from the angle he’s holding you but, once he tears your pants from your body in a violent, eager motion, you quickly get to know what it feels like. It seems to be shaped the same as any human male’s dick, but it’s much larger than what you thought was possible. 

The bulbous head pushes against your unguarded pussy, pressing and pressing until pop- it forces its way inside. You expected unimaginable pain, but you’re instead overrun with pleasure.

The cock fills you out with each inch shoved deeper. It stretched your insides out and, when you look down, you see a visible bulge in your stomach. He’s crammed into you so much your little human body can barely take it.

Kirishima holds you still while he forces his shark cock deeper and deeper. The bulge in your belly is bigger than ever when he comes to a stop. Unconsciously, your hand moves and puts a hand over the bump in your stomach and you hear the man behind you moan with pleasure as you accidentally massage his cockhead.

The thrusts begin, more brutal than you could ever anticipate. Kirishima uses his arms to keep you in place while he fucks into you, tearing apart your vagina and womb easily with his monster cock. 

You writhe with pleasure, barely able to move from your positioning but trying all the same. It’s all too much- his dick is pressed up against every nerve and pleasure spot you have, each thrust hits all the right places.

Kirishima grabs your hips and bend your body a little, moving you into a position where he can fuck you even deeper and harder. It isn’t long before you come undone on his cock, twitching and spasming from the intense pleasure he’s giving you.

Your pulsating walls prove to be too much for the redhead, and he follows you shortly after. His cum floods your insides, inflating your belly a little around the bulge and filling you so completely that some escapes around his cock and into the water around you, making the water turn more milky than clear.

Your eyes roll back in your head as he rolls his hips, getting out those last few drops of cum. His giant cock finally softens and slips out, dirtying the water even more with the cum that escapes your stuffed-full womb.

“Yeah, I’m keeping you.” Kirishima says, grinning widely as he pulls you close. You don’t bother fighting it as he gives a kick of his tail and takes off swimming with you snug in his arms. 

You can feel cum still rushing out of you as he whisks you away to wherever it is he plans to keep you.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere my hero academia #my hero academia #yandere kirishima #kirishima eijirou #tw noncon

[vivalas-vega]

Can I request a fic with Jake? I was thinking about something where he stands up for the reader when they come over to a family dinner or something like that and her relatives all just keep criticizing her and being mean and she is used to it but Jake won't stand for it and defends her?

Thank you so much either way, I love your fanfics!!!

hi nonnie!!! thank you so much for your sweet words - I hope you like it! and thank you so much to @natrace for beta reading this for me!!

You smoothed your dress over for the dozenth time since parking the car as you waited for the exact right moment to enter the restaurant, swaying uncomfortably from side to side at the way the fabric clung to your calves. “If I smoke really quickly do you think they’ll smell it on me?” you asked Jake who was standing next to you and looking like you’d grown an extra head with how neurotic you’d been acting all day.

“You smoke?” he asked incredulously, and you smiled sheepishly.

“Sometimes, under duress,” you replied, fishing in your purse. 

“You are not under duress, it’s just your family,” he said, grabbing your hands.

“Uranium mission was less stressful than this,” you muttered and he just laughed, tugging you along to walk inside. You were led back to a semi-private area where your mother and father sat who greeted the two of you with tight smiles and one-shouldered hugs.

“It’s nice to see you,” you said, smiling at Jake who pulled your seat out for you. 

“Lieutenants,” your father said, taking a sip of his scotch. “Lucky we were able to catch you while we’re in town.”

“Yes sir, very lucky,” you agreed, reaching for the glass of water on the table. 

“I hear you’ve been doing good out there at Top Gun,” he said to Jake, “how’s Maverick been treating you?”

“Maverick has been great, sir, it’s been an honor teaching alongside him.” he answered and you took a deep breath, dreading the moment he turned his attention to you. 

“It’s nice you’re also back at Top Gun, I was surprised they’d recalled you for that mission at all,” he said and you bit your lip. “Do you feel like you’re learning anything new?”

“Well, there’s always something new to learn, dad, but I am an instructor as well,” you pointed out and he just nodded halfheartedly. 

“That’s a lovely dress, dear,” your mom interjected, trying to grab your attention.

“Oh uh, thank you… I think you got it for me a few years ago, haven’t really had time to do any shopping recently,” you said and she nodded.

“I can pick up a few more things for you when we arrive home and ship them out if you’d like,” she offered and you smiled.

“That’s okay, mom, you don’t have to do that,” really you hoped she wouldn’t.

“It’s no trouble,” she said and you gave a bright smile to the waitress who came to take your drink orders and you watched as your mom was pleased with you not ordering a cocktail and instead ordering a sparkling water. 

“I’ll be right back, need to powder my nose,” you said, not entirely sure what you even meant by that but you hurried down the hallway and flagged down your waitress. “Can I ask you to do me the biggest favor?” you asked and she smiled knowingly.

“Vodka or tequila?” she said and you flushed, “not the first tense family dinner I’ve served.”

“Tequila, you are an angel… thank you so much, you can just slip me a separate tab for the drinks,” you said before heading back to the table where your father was continuing to fawn over Jake. You didn’t mind, not at all… Jake was a great pilot and though his ego rarely ever fit through the door, he did deserve to be told how great he was but you did hope that every once in a while he would acknowledge you as well, but tonight did not seem to be that night.

“You should be spending more time in the air with Jake, you’re lucky to have him on your squad, there’s a lot he can teach you,” he said and you bit your lip as you looked at Jake.

“Well, sir, I actually feel like I learn more from her than she ever could from me,” he said and you smiled softly but you knew your dad wouldn’t accept it.

“She’s unfocused, you being here tonight proves just that… Top Gun isn’t a matchmaking academy but she turned it into one nonetheless.” 

“Well, either way it’s lovely you two found each other,” your mother said, “honey, have you given any more thought to taking a more permanent teaching position?”

“I wasn’t aware that was something I was thinking about,” you replied.

“Oh, I just assumed with the two of you getting together you were finally starting to think about settling down and starting a family,” she shrugged, as if that was the most nonchalant thing ever and Jake reassuringly rubbed your knee under the table.

“That’s not really our priority right now,” you said. 

“Maybe it should be,” your father said gruffly, “being a pilot doesn’t seem to be your strong suit.” Jake went to respond but you just knocked your knee against his and softly shook your head. 

“Besides… I’m sure it’s crossed Jake’s mind once or twice, are you sure you’d be able to withstand the demands of being a wife and mother while being in the Navy?” your mom added and you choked on your drink.

“Excuse me?” you asked, looking at her wide eyed.

“Mind your manners,” she whispered, “I just mean that you’re not getting any younger, dear, and Jake is a good man with a very promising Navy career ahead of him… you’d be smart to start thinking about this now before you lose him,” she finished.

“I haven’t actually,” Jake interjected and you all turned to look at him, “thought about starting a family. We’re not quite there yet, but the two of us will talk about it when the time comes,” he said. “I’m not interested in making her a wife until she’s ready.” 

“You should do it soon, promotions are going to start coming your way Lieutenant, wait too long and you won’t have the time.” your dad said and you suddenly felt like cattle being sold for auction. “And while she has the opportunity to leave the Navy gracefully.” 

“I’d be willing to wager she gets promoted before I do, sir,” Jake said and your dad just shook his head.

“It’s a good thing you’re a better pilot than you are a betting man, son.” 

“If you take a step back from active duty it will give you more time to plan the wedding too, dear… we could have it back home at the country club,” your mom said and you scoffed.

“Are you two even listening to us?” 

“Watch your tone,” your father said and you shook your head in disbelief. “You’re lucky this is all this conversation is with how you’ve tarnished our family name.” 

“Okay, that is enough,” Jake said suddenly, losing his grip on his patience. “You should know that your daughter is better than anyone in our squad and we all know it, we’re all competing for second best because none of us have a shot in hell at taking first with her around.”

“You might want to watch yourself, son,” your father warned.

“I’m not your son. And when your daughter feels ready for me to propose you can bet your ass I’ll do so at the first chance I get, but not a moment sooner because she is not just a potential wife or potential mother to my children for me… she is my partner and should we make any decisions about our future we will be sure to let you know… otherwise, sweetheart, I actually think we double booked ourselves.” he said, standing up and tugging you with him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” your mom asked, looking up at you in shock.

“Right now? Oh, right now I’m going to go get drunk with my friends, thank you for a lovely evening,” you said, tossing your napkin onto the table and walking out of the restaurant with Jake. “Hard Deck is only a five minute walk from here?” you suggested and he nodded, laughing as you took your heels off and let them dangle from your fingers. “Thank you for doing that, standing up to them was incredibly hot of you,” you said.

“Wasn’t going to let them talk about you like that, your dad is insane for not being proud of you… I know I am,” he said, looping his arm around your waist as you walked along the beach towards the bar. 

“I love you, you know that?” you asked and he just nodded, leading you through the front door of the Hard Deck and flipping off your friends as they whistled at your appearances. “Hey Pen, I’m going to need a lot of tequila,” you said, graciously accepting the two shot glasses she set before you. 

“To us and our country club wedding and lots and lots of babies,” he joked, clinking your glasses together as you laughed and downed the shot.

“Wait, what? What babies?” Rooster asked as he approached and you just shook your head as you ordered another round. 

“Come on, I wanna kick your ass at pool,” you said, dragging Jake behind you and giggling as he spun you around and enveloped you in a kiss. 

“I really am so proud of you, you know…” he said and you nodded, leaning up to kiss him again. 

“I know, and I love you so much.”

“I love you too…”

#comet answers #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin fan fiction #jake hangman seresin fluff #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin fan fiction #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x you #hangman #hangman fan fiction #hangman fluff #hangman x reader #hangman x you #top gun maverick #top gun fan fiction

[vindikaetion]

"They say there's a dragon in the woods.

It wasn’t always a dragon. Before it stalked the woods and became its most powerful predator, it used to be a statue.

Sailors first discovered it among their fishing lines, the rocky surface somehow flawless despite how long it made its home in the sea. They brought it back with them along with their bountiful catch, sure it would provide good luck to their village if they displayed it in the square.

For many years it watched over the town, keeping a silent eye over the children while their fathers were away at work. The villagers kept the statue clean, polishing its smooth stone and wiping away dirt and snow alike.

Then one day, a crack formed down its chest.

The villagers panicked, pandemonium breaking out and shrouding the town in fear. Who had done it? Who had cracked their prized statue, which brought them good luck and prosperity?

A day later, the crack had widened, webbing down its torso and over its shoulders. Accusations were tossed from one villager to the next, until every family was whispering bitter gossip behind each other's backs.

Cracks started to form in its wings, and a guard was placed to catch whoever was vandalizing the statue. But even that wasn't able to stop the cracks from widening, spreading further still.

Was time simply claiming their beloved statue? Or were there more sinister motives at play?

Deep in the night, when the lone guard had fallen into a deep sleep, a gasp tore through the silence of the square. Not a single soul was awake enough to hear it, not even when the statue took another breath.

A scream awoke the rest of the village the next morning, and when they all came running to see the comotion, they discovered the statue was gone.

Some say the dragon still lurks in the woods, keeping a close eye on the town. If you're lucky enough, you can even find one of its paw prints in the dead of winter; a sign that it's in the middle of a hunt."

A huff broke the quiet after a long pause.

"That's dumb," Emma pouted.

Jack wrinkled his nose, but his smile never left his face. "I'm sorry, are my story-telling skills getting old?"

“Why would everyone think the statue turned into a real dragon?” Emma questioned, crossing her arms in that know-it-all way she was getting fond of. “Those are myths. Just like your story.”

“Well, for one thing, my story isn’t a myth.”

With a squint of her eyes, Emma frowned. “How do you know?”

Jack smiled. Leaning forward, he held up a hand as if to make sure no one else would overhear what he was about to say. Emma leaned in towards him with wide eyes, always keen to hear more of his stories no matter how much she pretended otherwise. “You wanna know how I know?” he whispered.

Emma nodded, and his grin widened.

“I was there.”

-

Hey y'all what started as a sketch to see how Hiccup would look as a half-dragon spiraled and then me and @hijacksecrets ended up making an entire backstory around it. I hope you like the mysteries in our little blurb :33

#The Stone Dragon #hijack #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #jack frost #httyd #rotg #i am sooo normal about this hiccup #spinning this au in my head like a microwave #myart

[futbol16]

Mark My Words  • Ona Batlle

Technically I’ve had this planned before I was asked but

Request: do you write for Ona Batlle?

Absolutely, I’d love to she’s one of my favorite players!

Word count: 1,6k

Ona smiles down at you tiredly as you look up from your seat by the window. You shoot her a gentle look and when she questioningly gestures to the seat next to you, you chuckle at her bleary expression as you nod at her. She makes herself comfortable beside you and when she finally settles she stares at the back of the seat in front of her, seemingly trying to wake herself up.

“Tired?” you ask her with a knowing smirk. She barely moves as she attempts to shake her head mumbling a quiet “No”

For the next couple of minutes as the plane takes off Ona tries her hardest to focus on anything in hopes of keeping herself awake. It was the early hours of the morning and unlike most of your teammates, the defender found it difficult to do anything, her mind hazy with sleep. You quietly giggle at her as her head lolls to the side a bit and she quickly lifts it back up, blinking rapidly before the action is repeated a couple more times. Eventually, you decide to help her get some sleep and pull her into your side. She practically melts into your embrace, her eyes slipping shut as she leans her head on your shoulder.

“Sleep Onita, I’ll wake you before we land” you mutter in her ear, smoothing her hair out of her face as she mumbles a few quiet words.

“ ‘m not tired” 

“Sure” you whisper back amusedly, the small defender in your arms already deep in sleep. 

The plane ride wasn’t very long, only a little over three hours but you spend the majority of that time admiring the girl in your arms. Not starring in a creepy way, but more so in a way that doesn’t go unnoticed by some of your friends around you who all share a look, Ella fishing her phone out of her pocket to film the two of you.

She catches the moment when you lean down to place a soft kiss on Ona’s head who smiles in her sleep.

“Aye Y/L/N!” Ella calls out to you and you immediately flip her off when you see the phone in her hands.

“Fuck off Tonney!” you jokingly fire back, the English woman only letting out a loud laugh in response. 

“You’re down bad for her dude” Alessia comments from behind you as she leans over your seat and you jump a little at her voice.

“When’d you get here?!” you exclaim, not expecting the blonde to be so close as only a minute ago she was sitting next to Tooney.

“Just now. So, are you going to tell her anytime soon?” 

“Tell who what?” 

“You know what I’m talking about Y/N/N. But you do you, let’s hope it’s sometime soon though” she tells you kindly, finally taking a seat. You ponder over her words for a few seconds as you stare out the window. 

Ona had been a good friend of yours since forever, but recently, as recent as a year can be called, your feelings for her shifted into something less platonic. You never told her that though, too afraid of losing your friendship at the inevitable rejection from her.

You’re brought out of your thoughts as Ona shifts on your shoulder, her head lifting slightly to look at you.

“I thought you said you’d wake me up before we land.” her voice is hoarse since she’s just woken up and it’s only now that you notice the plane has come to a stop on the tarmac.

“Well you’re up anyway, no?” Your cheeky reply has her chuckling into your shoulder and you watch her with a small smile on your face. 

The Maltese sun is a warm welcome compared to the cold Manchester weather and by the end of practice the team is sitting around stretching as chatter fills the air. It seems as though the nice weather and being back together had lifted everyone’s mood. 

You’re sitting on the foam roller when your favorite Spanish defender sits down in between your legs and you silently start braiding her hair as you enjoy her company, Ona telling you about her Christmas break.

Ona relishes in the feeling of your fingers gently combing through her hair and she leans into your body just a bit as she continues talking. Once you’re finished she doesn't move away, only turning slightly to lean her head back on your thigh and stare up at you as you share your own stories. 

“Total heart eyes” Ella nudges Nikita next to her as she nods towards the two of you.

“They still not together? They already act like a couple” she questions though with a joking tone.

“Nah, but just watch. They’ll be an item by the end of this trip, mark my words” the forward speaks confidently.

You appreciate the salty breeze as the boat drives out to the Blue Lagoon and you watch in amazement as the blue of the water is replaced by a turquoise color. You’re sitting between Millie and Ona and the three of you glance down at the clear water. The short defender excitedly grasps your hand as the boat comes to a stop.

“Vamos Y/N, let 's go!” she pulls you along to the front where the others have crowded as well, all of you tugging your shirts off. Of course it’s Tooney who manages the quickest and jumps into the water straight away, the rest of you laughing as some of the water splashes back at you.

Ona can’t help but take a glance at your abs when you’re distracted for a moment and it’s only when she’s hit in the back by someone’s shorts that she looks back up at you, surprised to find you smirking at her. She blushes under your gaze, a smile of her own adorning her face.

“Lovebirds! Are you going to get in or what?” Ella calls from the water and you roll your eyes at her. The afternoon is spent jumping into the sea from the boat and swimming with your friends, loud cheerful laughs shared as you all soak up the warmth of the day. 

By time, the cool of the late afternoon catches up with your team and you all get back on the boat to get into dry clothes. You’re talking with Vilde, the two of you leaning against the railing of the boat, a hoodie keeping the two of you from getting cold.

“Malta was the right choice honestly” she’s quick to nod at your words as she adds her own thoughts.

“Agreed, everyone’s having so much fun, the game was a great win. It’s what we all needed I think” she speaks as she gestures to the sea. Just as you’re about to open your mouth you’re cut off by a loud “BOO” followed by a high pitched scream from the girl next to you who grabs your shoulders tightly for a second. Giggling is what has you turning to the two girls crouched on the floor, Ona and Millie laughing loudly as you give them a ‘really dude’ stare, unaffected by their attempt to scare you.

“Oh my god, you should have seen your face, Vilde!” they are laughing hysterically, the two of you soon joining in. The grin on your face only widens as Ona keeps giggling and she gives you a sheepish look that has you pulling her into your side. As the four of you finally calm down you join some of your other teammates playing cards and soon the sun starts to set.

You find yourself sitting at the very front of the boat again, your legs dangling off as you rest your arms on the railing. You can feel her presence before you see the defender sit down next to you, her head leaning against your shoulder. You sit in a comfortable silence as you watch the sunset and you can’t help but find this moment intimate.

“It’s really beautiful” your voice breaks the silence as you admire the view.

“So beautiful” Ona adds, though unlike you she’s not staring at the sunset but at you. Feeling her gaze you turn to her taken aback by just how close the two of you are. Your noses are close to touching but neither of you make a move to lean back and Ona soon finds herself getting lost in your eyes. Her hand instinctively reaches out for yours and you give her hand a squeeze.

“Ona I-” you start but you can’t find the right words. She gives your hand another squeeze.

“I know, me too” she slowly nods and the sincerity in her eyes has you melting before her. Butterflies fill your stomach as you reach out to her still somewhat unsurely, her free hand goes to cup the back of your neck as she crashes her lips onto yours. You make sure to keep her as close to you as possible, savoring the feeling of her soft lips. Breaking away, large grins take over both your faces and you chuckle at her, reaching out to move the baby hairs out of her face.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time now” she admits, leaning into your touch. 

“Yeah?” the smile doesn’t leave your face as she nods, her eyes shining. “Well, don't stop now.”

She laughs as she pulls you back into her and the two of you watch the sun set sharing small kisses.

“I so told you they’d get together!” Ella whispers to Nikita and Alessia in victory, the others matching their enthusiasm as they quietly cheer for the two of you.

#ona batlle x reader #woso imagine #futbol16 #woso x reader

[lunaviee]

04. JEALOUSY…?

(with some writing below)

rin states at your instagram post. annoyed.

it’s a weird feeling, he thinks. he doesn’t even know you, so why is he so annoyed at isagi for getting so close? all he knows is that your favorite pen to use is a pale blue one that’s running out of ink soon. and how you get annoyed when that one strand of hair gets in your face. and that you take off your bracelets when you write because they’re uncomfortable. and that he catches you glancing at him sometimes.

oh. okay, maybe he does know a bit about you..but that’s no reason to be so jealous, right? whatever, he doesn’t need this right now. he should focus on school no matter how many times you catch his eye.

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you walk into class and see a worker standing around the area where you would normally sit. you look at your teacher and he holds up a finger, indicating you to wait a moment. so you do.

soon, the worker (which you find out is a remodeler) calls your teacher over and you and your classmates are left conversing with each other.

“what do you think they’re doing?” a voice asks you, trying to start conversation.

you turn around, still keeping your eyes on the two men near your seat “i’m not sure…my guess is-” you freeze. you finally look at who you’re talking to and it’s rin. you’ve only heard him speak once and you were a bit too flustered to remember what he sounded like. he was quiet in class and didn’t even know he existed up until a few weeks ago.

his voice is smooth and low, which makes you just a tad bit nervous…

“uh huh? you were saying?” he questions, raising an eyebrow at you. “oh right. uh my guess is they’re fixing the charging plug next to my desk. it doesn’t work” you finally look into his eyes to answer. his eyes are pretty..icy irises surrounded by long eyelashes.

“hm.” he hums back in response. before either of you could say anything else (if you even wanted to), your teacher makes an announcement.

“alright, all students seated in columns 8-12 are moving desks. everyone else, go to your seat please.”

you turn back to rin and your eyes meet again. you were sat in column 12 and rin was in 10.

“uh do you wanna-” you start.

“yeah sure” rin walks past you and towards 2 empty desks.

even though there were only 36 people in your class, the size of your classroom was able to fit just under 50 students, so finding an empty seat was easy. (you really aren’t sure why your teacher had assigned seats in the first place…)

when you sit down, you take out your notebook and pencil case. well, it seems like you didn’t properly close your pencil case all the way when you last used it, and one of your pens had dropped. you lean over to get it, your head being dangerously close to the desk…

rin sees this and his hand slides over to the edge of the desk while you’re grabbing your pen, making sure you don’t accidentally hit your head.

once you sit back up, rin’s hand is back to its original spot before you can notice it had ever even left. your teacher walks back up to the front of the classroom and assigns a worksheet for the rest of the class period.

“work with a partner if you need to, i’ll be dealing with the remodeling situation.”

the word “partner” makes you glance at rin out of the corner of your eye. unfortunately, his eyes are set on his own paper.

though, his eyes do flicker to your desk as he watches you shake your favorite pen in hopes of using it again before it’s completely out of ink.

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Stalking me, Stalking you(CSI Nick Stokes)

Imagine: You never saw it coming, you never knew he was there until the moment he struck. For months, this individual had stalking you from the shadows, trying to find a way into your life. Never quite able to but in his mind, time was running out and soon enough you would be completely out of reach. This was the moment to act, to ‘rescue’ you and steal you away.

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, kidnapping, hurt but eventual comfort. Suffering, lots of suffering, slow-moving plot, stalking, obsessive behaviour.

Pairings: Nick Stokes x Reader and Reader x OC (one-sided)

Word count:  2,240 words

Universe: CSI

Reader gender: Female

Part one of ten

Tagged: @just-call-me-the-old-hag @horsedragonllama

Next

Sunday, 10:45 am

With your acquired piping hot morning cup of decaffeinated coffee, confined to the conveniently supplied to-go cup, you were ready to head out, to head back home and get the final chores finished before your mother arrived. Tomorrow could not come soon enough, it had been way too long since your mother last visited a few years back but this would be different. 

Dinner reservations had all but been confirmed. You were awaiting the relevant information as soon as your partner had it in his possession as he had insisted on handling this little task himself. This would be the first time your mother and he would be in the same room. It was rather nerve-racking as you hoped that nothing would go wrong and they'd get on like a house on fire.

Lost in your thoughts, as you wandered through the crowded little coffee shop, one that you had regularly visited twice a week over the past four years. You only saw the stranger coming once it was too late to prevent the collision. His shoulder knocked into yours hard enough to send you spinning and before you could react, your coffee flew out of your hand, spilling its dark content all over the tiled floor.

“Damn,” You said, mildly annoyed but knowing the popularity of your favourite coffee shop. There was always a chance that something like this could easily happen. It's just your turn. You would look back and laugh about this later with your mother.

“It’s my fault, sorry about that. Let me buy you another one” An unfamiliar smooth baritone voice spoke, catching her attention. You raised her gaze to meet theirs, ready to politely decline as after all, it was just one cup of coffee nothing to cry over. With a friendly, nonchalant smile upon your lips, you open your mouth to reply…

Monday, 9 am

Evelyn had never been truly comfortable flying but when her daughter had called around two and half months back with an open invitation and her airfare fully paid, she jumped at the chance. After sending one more message to both her daughter and husband, Evelyn boarded the plane.

Driving down had been an option, Evelyn had never been the most confident driver, especially over long distances. On those long lonely straits of road, she would always worry needlessly about every little thing, even if her husband had been along for the ride. Flying had been the only option since her husband was still not back from his fishing trip. An hour and a half was nothing, it would be over before she knew it.

Just before she turned off her phone, Evelyn checked one final time to see if either of them had replied. Her dear Bob had but her daughter had not. This hadn’t been the first message that she hadn’t responded to.

Evelyn had spoken to her the previous morning to confirm what time she would arrive at the airport so that she would be prompt to pick her up but after that, it was utter radio silence. This was hardly unusual due to the nature of her daughter’s job but this felt different. For her daughter was truly a creature of habit, always calling back if she had missed more than one call that day from either parent and replying to text messages by the next morning.

She had done neither of these as Evelyn had tried calling last night and once more before leaving this very morning. She even used the keypad to text carefully a goodnight message and the one before boarding. She preferred to call over using the messaging function on this newer model of phone that had been purchased as a Christmas present. Her family wanted her to try and keep up with the times and have a way of contacting them whenever she left the house.

It had been sweet though but it wouldn’t have been her first choice of present. She knew that her daughter worried about her, but then Evelyn deeply worried about her child’s safety especially since they had not lived in the same state for the last five years. 

All she could do was wait until her plane landed safely at Las Vegas Airport and the sight of that ever-infectious smile beaming from just beyond the barrier in the Arrival Hall. The pleasant image would be enough to get through the flight as she laid back in her seat, closing her eyes and relaxed as much as she possibly could.

An hour and a half flew past and Evelyn found herself standing in the right place with a suitcase in one hand and her purse dainty held in the other as her eyes scanned the crowd. She had checked the signage on the walks to ensure that she had gone in the right direction, as it was most definitely possible that the airport had more than one arrival hall in this terminal but this hadn’t been the case.

She had been walking up and down for the last twenty minutes, her eyes passing over each of the many faces staring back at her from the barrier. None of them were the ones that she had been expecting. This was strange as her plane had not been delayed and her trip through security had not taken long. Maybe her daughter had been held up in a traffic jam, yes that had to be it.

Evelyn made her way through the crowd, all whilst looking for a seat to rest and continuing to wait as she was certain that her child wouldn’t be much longer.  

Minutes ticked past, soon becoming tens of minutes and before long an hour had passed. Evelyn was concerned as her eyes had remained fixed upon the exit doors, watching as they opened and closed as people flooded in and out but her daughter had never stepped foot across that threshold.

With one hand, she fished out that dreaded mobile phone and swiftly dialled her daughter’s number. It rang for a few moments before being diverted to voicemail. Without hesitation, she spoke knowing that she had few options in a city where knew no one beyond her child. 

‘Sweetheart. It’s your mother. I’ve been at the airport for a little while. I know you are on the way and have likely been caught up in some dreadful traffic on the way here so I’ll get a taxi as I do have your address and you head home. I’ll meet you there

She placed the phone back in the depths of her purse before heading outside to find a taxi as seeds of worry and doubt blossomed into life.

Monday, 11:10 pm

Detective Captain Jim Brass had seen it all. There was not much that shook him to the core anymore, after all the years spent with all that he had seen with the ever-loyal team of hardworking CSIs that made up the graveyard shift. 

His officers were just as hardy as he was, well maybe a few were still green and somewhat naive but in time, they would be as hard as diamonds on the outside at least. Seated in his office, he was ready to burn the midnight oil when a quick succession of knocks alerted him to the presence of someone at his door.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, to summon them to cross the threshold and enter but this individual did not wait as the door was swiftly pushed open. He frowned, annoyed at this sudden intrusion but as his gaze fell upon the familiar face of Officer Rodriguez of Day Shift, a thousand questions rose erupted within his mind.

Why was he still here? His shift ended hours ago but yet he remained within the department. His pale and drawn face was far from the usual for this stern man who lived for the badge. 

“Sir, I’m sorry for just entering but I felt that you needed to hear this” His voice lacked its normal steady tone, it was similar to that of the many terrified fathers that he had encountered over the years. “I’m listening, Rodriguez” He patiently spoke briefly, to allow the man to find the rest of his words.

“My partner and I were called to the scene of a 406, from the information that we had received from dispatch just seemed like a run-of-the-mill job. However, when Sawyer and I rolled up at the address, it was far from ordinary”  

Jim watched on silently as the story began to unravel. “A distraught older woman was waiting outside the property for us, and quickly it was established that this was the mother of the individual that owned this unit” It was plain to see the professional nature waning as the officer continued to relay his report.

“The owner was discovered to be one of our own” As he heard the name, the cogs began to turn, as he tried to make sense of what had led to this but yet, he lacked the whole picture as if only a few matching pieces had found and place down upon the table, the jigsaw was slowly coming together. 

However, this still perplexed Jim, why was a simple burglary being hand-delivered to his door, unless there was more to this than a case of a stranger breaking into the home of a member of law enforcement and taking anything that wasn't nailed down. 

A small case that dayshift would need no assistance from either swing or graveyard but this didn’t feel as if they were reaching out for a fresh set of eyes to look over the evidence. He would bite and see where he ended up.

The memory of the morning still fresh lingered at the forefront of Rodriguez’s mind. It was hard to push aside as he relived each step, trying to see if he missed any detail. No matter how miniscule it initially seems could open doors down the line.

“She’s been paid leave for thirty-six hours as her mother was due to arrive this morning. Using a few vacation days left over from last year” He relayed the information readily to the younger man. A basic set of facts that most of the department was already aware of. She had been rather openly vocal about the pending arrival of her beloved mother. 

Each shift had been part of the active countdown that drove many mad but much like any other family, they took in on the chin and revelled at the sight of her excitement. Both men remembered the smile that never faded, it didn’t matter which end of her shift they encountered her, there it would be.

The years of service had not yet tarnished and hardened her heart, but it would come eventually. That one case that they could not get past, sleepless nights and a drive to find a way to justice that went above the call of duty. Jim had his, he knew that Rodriguez had his own.

The sight of Conrad Ecklie and the click of his office door closing behind the said man spoke volumes, this was not going to be good news in the slightest. “Sir, The Detective in question never turned up at the airport to pick up her mother and has not been seen since the morning before that”

Monday 11:20 PM

Nick held his phone as he walked through the station’s front doors, his focus transfixed firmly upon the tiny screen of the device. Still no message back but then again he wasn’t expecting her to answer straight away especially now that her mother was in town. He had the breakfast date to look forward to once he finished this graveyard shift.

Tomorrow was going to be his day with his girl, meeting up with her at their regular breakfast joint and then sitting down to dinner with her mother later in the evening. Nick would message her the details later on during his first break of the night.

Nothing could easily railroad this wonderful feeling, for the first time, in a long time things were going swimmingly with his love life. He never knew that these were famous last words, ones that would haunt him in the days to come.

As his eyes rose from his screen, he could not help but notice the scene in Brass’s office. Ecklie was a familiar sight, flitting in and out whenever the need arose but an unfamiliar Officer who should have clocked out hours ago, now that was unusual.

Catherine lingered in the hallway near the locker room, leaning into the wall behind her with her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes trained upon the glass-walled office. “Evening” He greeted his dear old friend as he stiddled up beside her. “Do you know what’s going on?” He enquired curious to know if she had any insight into the strange situation.

“No, but I don’t doubt we’ll be in the dark for long. All I do know is that it’s do with one of the day shift’s newest cases” She replied, her curiosity had been piqued the moment that she entered ten minutes earlier.

In tandem, their phones beeped and the same text message was displayed on each of their devices. What a way to start a shift, Nick knew that he would have to tell about this in the morning.

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SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY PT. 3

I Wanna See Some Ass/Cyber Sex

A/N: PART 3 omg I had no motivation for so long but I’m finally back in the swing of things! THANK YOU SEAL @jackharlowsbabe for helping conceptualize a certain rapper’s appearance 👀 🙇🏽‍♀️🫶. Anyways, pls enjoy 🤍

Part 1

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None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: smut, penetrative sex (f!receiving), swearing, overstimulation.

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Jack’s POV

It was 10am when Jack woke up the next morning; the sun peeked through the shades as Jack felt the warmth on his skin. Slowly opening his eyes, he grinned at the thought of last night - particularly, you.

The grin that was plastered on his face quickly dropped as he turned his head and saw the empty bed. He knew you wouldn’t stay -you didn’t seem like the type - but deep down a part of him hoped to see your face next to his when he woke up. Before he got the chance to sulk, he noticed the white paper with a scribbled note on the bedside table.

Text me. - Cin. Read the note with your number scribbled on it. Jack couldn’t help but grin widely, knowing that some part of you wanted to see him again, and soon. He grabbed his phone and put your number in, halting as he tried to figure out what to text you.

Jack: so I guess the piano playing comment didn’t work well enough to keep you next to me through the night :(

Cin: if you think one lil’ comment like that was enough for me to stay, you’re gonna burn out quick with me. Anyways, it got you my number didn’t it? 🤔

Jack: And I couldn’t be more grateful, gives me more opportunities to show you how well you deserve to be treated. We can start by dinner, tonight? If you’re free that is 😌

Jack subconsciously chewed on his lip as he saw you typing, nervous about your response.

Cin: Can’t tonight lover boy, I’m working.

Jack sighed, he knew he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up, he couldn’t expect someone like you to just drop everything instantly - you had a job and a life.

Cin: but how about Sunday? I’m free then

He couldn’t help but let the giant grin spread on his face as he felt excitement run though his body. He was worried about scaring you off, but it seems as if you liked him more than he anticipated - which was a relief in Jack’s eyes.

Jack: Sunday’s perfect. I’ll pick you up at 8. See you then beautiful 💜.

Jack smiled to himself as you hearted his message, and started to plan for your date.

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Cin’s POV

It was now Friday; a little over 2 months after you had your date with Jack, and things were going well. He had taken you to a lowkey Italian spot - not too fancy as he knew you felt uncomfortable, but not as plain of a date as fast food. You went on a few more dates (and hookups 👀) and you started to feel more comfortable around him. You could laugh and relax around him - something you hadn’t let yourself do for anyone for a while. Jack was a total gentleman - he was smooth and filled with confidence; but not too much to the point he came off arrogant. He spoke to you so loving and tenderly, it shouldn’t have surprised you since you continuously called him ‘lover boy’, but it did. You and Jack had been texting frequently; some texts more explicit than others, but you liked how smooth and quick-on-his feet he was. However, you did like to catch him off guard every so often - like right now.

You snapped a picture in one of the mirrors of the club changing room and sent it to him captioning it with:

“How do I look? Bout to head to the stage 🥺”.

You wore a fish-netted one-piece that left nothing to onlookers imagination; the fabric laid perfectly against your skin, contouring your shape seamlessly, your ass and back on full display except for the thin string that held your tits up.

You giggled to yourself as you saw the three dots pop up, signifying Jack had now seen the picture; patiently waiting for his response.

Jack: Fuck ma… don’t tease me like this

Imma rip into that stupid fit when I see you later.. y’pretty much asking to be punished - letting everyone see what’s mine.

Cin: Not yours, remember? 🤔

Jack: Hmmm, you say that, but I’m the one who gets to take you home every night 😤. But you look amazing, go kill it mamas. I’ll see you in a few hours yeah? 💜

Cin: see you soon lover boy 😘.

You grinned as you locked your phone and put it in your locker. You shut the small door and held back a yelp, startled as Ivy stood leaning against the rest of the lockers with a knowing look on her face.

“What?” You sighed.

“You’re getting attached. You like him!”

“I do NOT, he’s just a good time, nothing serious.”

“Mmhmm, sure Cin, look all I’m saying is either give into him completely and let yourself be vulnerable; OR, cut him off soon, before it’s too late and it gets messy.” She said in an honest tone. You knew she was right, but that didn’t mean you wanted to hear it.

“It’s cool V, I got this on lock I promise. Stop worrying.” You groaned, adding a few final touches to your makeup in the mirror.

“You know I worry because I care about you babes.” Ivy said, coming over to you with a soft smile and hugging you from behind.

“I know, and I appreciate it, really. But I’m a big girl, I know what I’m doing.” You said with a convincing smile. You were a little weary about your situation with Jack, you didn’t completely know what you were doing, but you weren’t gonna let that stress you out. You could handle your own shit, this was nothing new.

Ivy gave you a light squeeze and a kiss to your cheek before you headed out to the stage. Stepping behind the curtain, you waited for Scarlet to announce you and for the music to start. Stepping out onto the stage, all eyes were on you. Your soft tan skin gleamed in the light as you began to bend down and dance; money immediately being thrown your way.

You continued to dance your routine for a while, loving the attention on you, before you caught a familiar eye.

It was none other than champagnepapi himself, King of the 6 - Drake. He shot you a smirk and a wink as you shook your head with a smile.

You and Drake had slight history, he had taken a liking to you a couple years ago, and the two of you had a small fling but ended it unanimously - and now he was a good friend who came to see you every once in a while.

Once your set ended, you walked off stage and into the floor, with none other than the 6 God walking over to greet you himself.

“Sinful Cin, it’s good to see you again, beautiful.” Drake said in his velvety tone, bringing you in for a sweet hug.

“If it ain’t The Boy himself; what’re you doing here? You’re way too famous now to be hangin’ round here anymore. Don’t you have more important things to do?” You joked, still in his embrace as you both pulled away from the hug.

“Nothing’s ever too important for me not to come and see your sweet face, Cin.” Drake flashed a smile, his diamond implant shining and showcasing his wealth in a minimalistic way.

“Shut up, your ass is so annoying.” You laughed, lightly slapping his chest, as he laughed with you and brought you closer into his chest.

“What, I can’t come around and show my love anymore?”

“Of course you can, Certified Lover Boy.” Drake rolled his eyes playfully at you as you smirked at your pun.

“That’s what they call me. What’re you doing after your shift? You free?” He asked, his hand now on your lower back; respectful as always with a slight hint of sexual familiarity as you felt the heat radiate from his hand.

“Maybe, we’ll see.” You said, dancing around his question. Jack was supposed to pick you up after your shift if he could get out of the studio in time, but you didn’t know when that would be. You knew Jack would be annoyed if he found out you wanted to go hang with Drake, especially since they were friends, but you didn’t owe him any explanation. You were your own woman, Jack hadn’t claimed you, and you didn’t want to be claimed right now. Or that’s what you told yourself.

“Okay sweetheart, let me know if you change your mind.” Drake said, kissing your forehead and going back to sit with his entourage, letting you get back to work. As the hours passed, you did a few private dances for some regulars and a few newbies, before Jack entered the club. You sat down drinks that people at Drake’s table had ordered as Jack made his way over to you.

“Hey baby-“ Jack started to say before he was cut off by Drake’s presence.

“Jackie Boy!! How are you mi brudda?” Drake said, pulling Jack into a bro hug.

“Aye man.. things are great, what are you doing here?” Jack questioned, his demeanor calm and friendly, but the way he looked between you and Drake told you he was suspicious.

“I’m in town recording some new stuff… and to visit my favorite girl Cin.” Drake chuckled, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“Oh y’all know eachother?” Jack’s eyes flashed to yours.

“We go way back, don’t we Cin?” Drake smiled, unaware of the tension present.

“Yeah, we do.” You quipped. The way Jack’s jaw tightened and his tongue poked against his cheek made you laugh inwardly. You weren’t exactly lying, you and Drake did go way back, and although you weren’t a thing anymore, you decided to let Jack fill in the blanks himself to determine what the nature of your relationship with Drake was.

“Come sit with us-“ Drake insisted. Jack politely declined, but Drake wasn’t one to let up easily. He finally convinced Jack to sit with them, but not before he bent down to whisper in your ear.

“Private room Cin? Wanna get some alone time with you before someone else steals you away.”

You nodded at him and took his hand. As you led the way, you caught Jack’s eye as he kept his stare on you; his hand gripping the glass in his hand tightly, you thought it might break.

You disappeared behind the curtains, and walked Drake into a room, sitting him down as you started to dance. You did your routine, with Drake making slight sexual comments, and a few jokes - lightening the atmosphere between the two of you. When you were done, the two of you walked out and Drake handed you a stack of cash, pulling you in for another side hug and kissed your forehead. You felt Jack’s stare burning through the side of your head as you temporarily said bye to Drake, walking to the back to get ready for your second set of the night. You walked onto the stage, showcasing a new routine you had been working on. The way you danced and moved up and down the pole had the audience mesmerized; stacks of cash being thrown in the air your way. There were always big spenders at the club, but Drake was something different. He blew stacks on stacks on stacks when he came to see you. The entire stage was flooded with his cash, and you couldn’t help but revel in the glorious feeling of money and attention.

Jack on the other hand, was furious. He hated seeing you this excited and happy dancing around in someone else’s money; especially when it was a close friend like Drake; you were taunting him. He knew it, but it didn’t make him any less jealous. Despite his feelings of jealousy, Jack couldn’t help feel conflicted, as he couldn’t ignore the growing arousal in his pants as his eyes never left your enticing figure. He was gonna have to put you in your place.

When you finished your routine and were picking up the last few bills on the stage, Drake came up and handed you 2 more stacks. As you took them from him, he held your hand and brought it up to his lips, giving a gentle kiss.

“I gotta dip angel, but I promise I won’t go that long again without seeing you. Be safe, see you soon.” Drake said before kissing your cheek and nodding to his crew that they would now leave.

You watched as Jack stood up to say goodbye to everyone, his eyes drifting back to yours every other second. He made his way through the club floor, meeting you at the door once you walked off the stage and had gathered your things.

“Hi, Jack.”

“You done with your shift?” He asked in what appeared to be a calm tone, but you knew he was holding himself back since he was in a public setting. You nodded and bit your lip looking at him.

“Good. Car, now.” He said sternly, taking your hand in his and dragging you out the club.

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“-fuckfuckfuckfuck, nngh- Jack!” You moaned loudly as Jack fucked you into the cash covered mattress.

Jack was upset with you, more than upset- for relishing in Drake’s attention and the money he spent on you. In fact, he was so bothered, he took out duffel bags full of cash while you were in the private room with Drake, planning your punishment.

When he dragged you into his apartment and into his room, he threw the bags on the bed and emptied them fully, claiming that if you wanted or needed money, that you come to HIM, and no one else.

“Oh now you wanna pay attention to me baby? Looked like you were having too much fun with him to even remember me. Tell me princess, can he fuck you like this?” Jack said, taunting you.

His hips slammed against your ass, one hand gripping your hip so tight that there would for sure be bruises in the morning, the other pressing against your spine. Sweat slid down your spine tattoo, which drove Jack crazy. His dick thrusted into you at a delicious pace, you could barely form words to answer him.

“Awww, this dick making you speechless huh ma? I asked you a fuckin’ question.” Jack ordered.

“N-no, h-he couldn’t, only you Jack, only you.” You whined into the sheets.

“Who got you this wet? Who’s the one who’s got you screaming every night? Who’s making you feel this fuckin’ good?

“You baby,- oh god, just like that-“ you babbled, fisting the sheets as tears of pleasure started to slip from your eyes.

“Yeah? Then why give him all your attention? Don’t I take care of this pussy well enough?” Jack questioned, pulling you by your hair so your back was flush against his chest; his lips coming right next to your ear as he fucked up into you at piston speed. All you could do was let out cries and moans of pleasure, not trusting your voice to have the capacity to respond.

“I’m the only man who’s allowed to spend that much money on you. Only me. Y’got that, baby?” Jack said sternly, turning your head toward his to bring you into a sloppy, needy kiss before encouragingly pushing you back down to the mattress.

“Yes Jack, fuck yes, so good, so so good-“ you moaned. The sound of your pussy squelching echoed against the walls, causing Jack to smirk. He reached a hand around you, and pressed against your lower abdomen.

“Y’feel me princess? Taking this dick so well, such a good girl f’me.” Jack praised. The juxtaposition of his jealous stern attitude now switching to praise made your head spin, you could feel your orgasm approaching.

“J-Jack, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, it’s too much-“ you cried out.

Jack then started to rub your clit, the overstimulation sending you into overdrive. Tears spilled from your eyes as you came hard, a pornographic moan escaping you as your walls squeezed around Jack’s cock.

“There you go, my good girl.”

You attempted to push his hand away from you clit, but Jack’s fingers stayed rubbing you, causing your eyes to roll back into your head.

“You can take it angel, doin so well for me, fuck you feel so good Cin, so fuckin’ good.” Jack continued, his high approaching.

“Cum for me baby.” You moaned out, clenching your walls, you wanted him to feel as high as you did right now.

Those four words were more than enough for Jack as he pulled out and came on your lower back and ass, and falling into the sheets next to you. He slung his arm over your waist, pulling you closer to him as he tried to calm his breathing. You smiled at him, and he let out a laugh.

“Fuck, that was hot.” You told him.

“Fuck yeah it was.” He breathed out.

“Didn’t know you were one to be possessive, Harlow.” You smirked at him.

He turned on his back and pulled you onto his chest.

“Oh I’m very serious about what’s mine and important to me.” He grinned at you.

“And I wasn’t kidding. If anyone’s gonna spend bags on you, it’s me. Not Drake, not no one. Me.” He said in a gentle yet firm tone.

“Okay?” He asked.

“Okay.” You grinned and nodded.

“Stay the night?”

“Jack-“ you started.

“I know, I know. I don’t care though, I’ll never stop asking.” He smiled and winked at you.

“Stay until I fall asleep at least?” He countered.

“Mhmmm.” You nodded and cuddled into him.

Soon enough you felt his body relax into you and soft snores escaped his lips.

You laid and stared at his face, admiring his features.

“…. I like you.” You whispered, finally admitting it to yourself. You lightly kissed his nose before slipping out of his hold and putting your clothes back on. Closing his front door, you smiled to yourself before slipping out into the night.

To be continued…

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The Regular

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Fluff

CW: None

Word Count: 1837

Summary: You always remember a regulars face and order but there’s one regular you’ll never forget and when he doesn’t turn up for a while it leaves you worrying.

Part of StayTeez Trope’pril

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It was another usual day at the cafe, the bustling morning, a moment of piece and then chaos again as soon as lunch rolls around. Despite being rushed off your feet you still try your hardest to have a bright smile on your face and a welcoming attitude. You were always praised for being one of the best workers in the shop, your dedication to the job and how well you got along with the customers, even the difficult ones, made you one of the most recognised employees. You were on a first name basis with all the regulars apart from one who just so happened to be your favourite.

It was 1pm and Hongjoong was running through the rain to the cafe for his daily black coffee and muffin. He’s learnt that by the time he gets there the que has died down and the lunch rush has come to an end, giving him more time to have a small chat with you if you were working, which was always his favourite part of his day. 

Stepping inside he smiles to himself as he sees you at the coffee machine and he’s so glad you’ve got your back to him or you’d see how much he was smiling like a child. Turning around you notice him in the doorway and gave him a quick welcome smile before handing a coffee to your customer. 

“The usual, black coffee and a muffin?” You ask as he approaches the till.

“Am I that predictable?” He laughs fishing his wallet out of his pocket.

“I never forget a regulars order.” You smile setting the card machine for him so you can make the coffee.

“That bad huh?” You laugh wiping the droplets falling from his hair off the counter.

“Oh, sorry, yeah I don’t know where it’s come from, one minute it was fine the next I’m getting drenched head to toe.”

“Well lets hope this warms you up.” You slide him his coffee over and he smiles wrapping his cold hands around the warm cup while you go off to get his muffin. He takes a second to look around, noticing no one else was lining up for coffee, giving him a bit more time to talk to you.

“Busy day?”

“So-so, the usual rush, clam, rush sort of dynamic, lucky you though you always pick to come in when it settles down again.” You laugh handing him his muffin. 

“I prefer it when it’s quiet, I can get some work done and talk to you.” You blush slightly at his light flirt, not knowing if you should play into it or not. You had to admit, although he came across as quiet and often times shy, he really had a way with words and would always say something that stuck in your head. That’s why he’s the regular you remember the most.

“I’m sure you say that to all the baristas you talk to.” You joke, trying your hardest to hide how giddy it made you feel.

“I guess I do, since you’re the only barista I talk to.” Oh he was so smooth, it took you off guard and you couldn’t help but stand there a little stunned. You were thankfully saved by another customer walking in, catching both your and Hongjoong’s attention.

“I’ll let you get back to work, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He shoots you a sweet yet cheeky smile before heading out the door, leaving you to wonder for the rest of your shift if he was genuinely flirting with you or if that’s just how he is.

The next day you waited patiently to see him walk through the door again. You were ready this time, any flirts or sweet comments he’d possibly throw your way today you were ready for, silently building your confidence up as time went on, but he never showed up. It came to closing time and you hadn’t seen even a glimpse of him, it didn’t bother you too much though, you just assumed he must have been busy or not felt in the mood for a coffee and muffin.

Now it had been a week and you were starting to get a tad bit worried. The first two days you didn’t think much of it, even though the highlight of your shift didn’t turn up you knew it wasn’t the end of the world, but now it was coming up to a week and no sign of him. 

You’d started asking your co-workers if he’d come in lately and at first they didn’t know who you were talking about since you still didn’t know his name, it wasn’t until you described him to them did they realise who you were talking about and even then they hadn’t seen him. 

Your mood had decreased considerably, you tried to keep your cheerful, welcoming smile on but it wavered from time to time when you’d look over to the door and see someone walk in who wasn’t him. You were starting to wonder if he’d found a new coffee shop to go to, one he liked more than your one and you found yourself getting more upset than you expected to over the though of him treating another barista like he treated you. All you wanted at this point was a brief look at him as he walked past the window...but nothing.

You’d given up waiting for him. It was clear to you that he wasn’t coming and you didn’t want to keep your hopes up any longer and as it was it was 15 minutes before closing time, he wasn’t turning up now. The last of the customers were heading out leaving you in an empty cafe on your own to clean up. 

You were in your own world wiping down tables and taking trays of empty cups and plates to the back, only snapping out of it when you heard the bell on the door chime as someone walked in.

“Sorry were clo...” You stop mid sentence as you see the familiar face you grew to miss. He was jogging up to the counter almost like he was in a rush.

“I know I’m sorry, I just wanted to pop in for a bit, I’ll be out of your hair soon I promise.” You couldn’t just shoo him out now, you hadn’t seen him for a week and you’d be dammed if you were kicking him out now.

“It’s okay, do you want to stay while I close up.” 

“I can’t do that to you, I’ll just be in your way.” 

“It’s no problem at all I just need to run the dishwasher and wipe down the counter and coffee machine and I’m done.” You say with a smile making your way over to the coffee machine to quickly make his usual order and fish out the muffin you’d had stashed away all day in hopes he’d come in for it. 

“Thank you.” He smiles, pulling out his wallet which you quickly wave at him telling him to put it back.

“It’s on the house.”

“No, I can’t just take it, I need to pay you.” 

“Call this a thank you for keeping me company while I close up.” Now it was his turn to give a small smile and a faint blush.

“I haven’t seen you for a while, how have you been?” You start as you clean the coffee machine for the second time since closing. He gave a small laugh, smiling to himself at the realisation you’d noticed his absence.

“Yeah, I’ve been up to my eyes preparing for an audition today.” He said quietly, but your ears pricked at the word audition.

“An audition? That’s amazing, how did it go?” His facial expression was enough of an answer for you but he still decided to say anyway.

“Not great, I didn’t get it.” Your heart sinks hearing his normally cheerful tone drop to a seldom one. 

“I know I don’t know much about you but I’m sure those people don’t know what they just let go, you’ll get the next one I’m sure of it, then they’ll really be kicking themselves when they see your name in lights.” His eyes brighten at your statement. He was so overwhelmed with warmth, you were so nice to him yet you barely knew him and he really appreciated it.

“Thank you...umm, sorry I don’t think I’ve ever caught your name.” He says with a tilt of his head.

“Y/n.” You smile.

“Hongjoong.” He introduces himself finally. A pretty name to match a pretty face, and now a pretty name to always remember.

“Thank you y/n, it means a lot you think that way, it’s made me feel a lot better.” He beams taking a sip of his coffee. 

You both have a catch up while you finish up, Hongjoong also lending a hand with some of the cleaning after feeling bad just standing around watching you. With everything clean and back where it should be you both head to the door, pulling your jacket off the coat hanger as you go past. Once outside you lock up and take a deep breath preparing you for what you were about to say, internally worrying about how he’d take it.

“You know Hongjoong, I really missed you while you were away, it didn’t feel the same when you didn’t come in for your daily coffee.” You didn’t want to look at him at first, the silence from him was too loud for you to bear. Did you just mess up big time? 

“I missed you too y/n.” You look up at him with big eyes, not expecting him to feel the same.

“Really?” He nods in reply, giggling slightly at your surprised reaction.

“I don’t know if you noticed but you’re the reason I come here.” You were speechless, you didn’t quite know where this was going but you wanted to find out.

“Me? Why?” 

“You brighten my day, just like today, I was down about not passing the audition and here you are and I feel like it never happened, I just wish I could get to know you more.” The butterflies in your stomach were going insane. The cute regular you’d developed a small crush on over time wanted to get to know you, how were you meant to react?

“Would you maybe want to go out with me sometime y/n?” And there it was, the question you could have only dreamt of him asking.

“Like a date?” You ask jokingly, not wanting to seem too eager.

“If you want to call it that.” He jokes back internally hoping you’d agree.

“I’d like that a lot, can I just request one thing?” He takes a step closer to you, tilting his head in curiosity at your request.

“Can it not be a coffee date, I’m sick of the stuff now.” He erupts into a small fit of giggles, completely understanding where you’re coming from.

“Okay, not coffee, how does dinner sound?” 

“I can do dinner.” Your nonchalant facade was fading, the reality that you were going on a date with him was setting in.

“Perfect, can I have your number, I’ll text you the details.”

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Solas is good with kids. Small children going ‘why’ 30 times in a row and it’s just ‘Solas slightly approves’ every time.

Adaia   Ashalle  Cyris and Tamlen

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“Hawen.”

The tiny voice took Solas out of his study, glancing up from the murky depths of the tome he had been reading since just past breakfast.

Ten small fingers gripped the far edge of the table, a small grunt of effort heralding the wide-eyed face popping up over the edge of the table.  Resting her chin on its surface, the very solemn three-year-old stared at him with wide amber eyes, her golden curls tangled with leaves and twigs.  She was a smudged mess.  

Which likely meant that she had been playing with Sera again.

“I hope for your aunt’s sake she has not been taking you on the roofs again,” he told the little one quite seriously.

Ashalle giggled, swaying dangerously as her small legs kicked, trying to find purchase.  “Hawen, I found n’secret.”

“Did you now?  I should like to see your secret,” he said indulgently.  Perhaps only partially because he was in dire need of a break, lest his neck grow too stiff.  “Will you share it?”

There was a small ‘uf’ and a slap of bare feet on stone as the da’len pushed off the table and landed back on the floor.  She came pattering around to face him, expression still quite business-like.  It was only fair.  This was quite serious business, after all.

From the little pouch at her waist tied to the soft halla-leather belt he’d watched her mother weave for her, the da’len fished out a small piece of white stone.  With surprising delicacy for one so young, she held it out to him.  He extended a hand, and let her place it on his palm.    

“S’n’awfac,” she garbled.

It took him a moment to untangle her speech; her pronunciation had yet to catch up with her vocabulary.  The Inquisitor’s children were all rather well-spoken.  Even so, they were still children, and some clumsiness of speech was to be expected.  “An artifact, you say?”  Much to his surprise, as he turned the rock over, it was not simply a child’s fancy for a bit of pretty stone.

It was, in fact, something that had been carved.  The stone was not local to the area, and there was a smoothness to it that was not the work of ages but the work of tools.  Not made by magic, so it must have dated from times after his creation of this fortress.

While he examined it, the little imp attempted to climb up onto the arm of his chair.  He leaned to the side to give her space as she kicked off of the leg and climbed up.  Standing precariously on the arm, her bare feet curved against the wood, she stood at his shoulder and peered down at the little piece of stone in his palm.

“Well, I believe you are correct.  This is indeed an artifact, da’len.  What do you suppose it is from?  A statue?  A staircase, perhaps?”

“A big POT!” she declared with sudden vehemence, the shout next to his ear making him wince.

Once his ear stopped ringing from the echoes of her bellow, he leaned away and gazed up at the charmingly terrible little creature.  She smiled at him, an innocent echo of her father’s smirk.  Troublesome things, three year olds.

“A pot, you say?  For cooking, or for some other purpose?”

“A pisspot,” she said, smiling so excitedly that he knew she was aware she wasn’t supposed to say it.

It was a strange thing, that he was growing accustomed to children.  Not a particular kind of creature he had ever had much interaction with.  It was difficult not to be charmed by them, especially not by this small, echoing imp.

“Your mother won’t like that someone taught you that.  I suggest you don’t let her hear.”

She beamed a sunny smile.  “Damn.”

“Nor that,” he said, barely managing to hide the chuckle.  He coughed it away into his fist.  “Well.  Regardless of its origins, it is a fine artifact, da’len.”

“I foun’ a dead bird, too.”

“Did you now.  How did it die?”  he inquired, letting her take back her ‘artifact’ to secure in her pouch again.

“‘Sassinated.”

“Ah.  Perhaps the bird owed someone money,” he deadpanned.  

“C’n I have it?” she asked, pointing at the shard on his desk.

“Ah, no, da’len.  I am studying it.”

“I’m hewp,” she insisted, balancing with concerning skill on the arm of the chair as she turned to try and climb onto the table.

“Please, da’len,” he protested, picking her up around the waist before she could snatch at it.  He had no fear she would be capable of lifting it, but he did not want dirty little footprints all over his papers.  “Later we will find something else to study, yes?”

“Ashalle.”  The fond exasperation in Zevran’s call ended in a chuckle.  “Hahren is busy, and you are being summoned your bath.  Come, darling.  Mamae is waiting.”

They both glanced up, Solas meeting the ostensibly friendly assassin’s stare with an incline of his head.  Zevran leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms as he shifted his attention to his youngest daughter.  When Solas set her down she made a little noise of protest, immediately spun, and started pattering for the spiral staircase.

Zevran sighed, pushing off the wall as she tried to dodge past him.  With a deft maneuver, he scooped an arm under the da’len’s waist and swung her up and over his shoulder.  Her legs kicked against his chest as he pinned her here.

“My apologies, Solas.”

“It is no inconvenience.  She was simply showing me some artifacts of note.  And her new swear words,” Solas said, inclining his head.

“Piss!” a very small voice declared, and then dissolved into wicked giggles.

“Oh, excellent!  That is a versatile one.  Ash, say goodbye to Hahren.”

The little one shrieked as Zevran spun around, her fingers clutching at his back for purchase as she was flung about.  Peeking up through her tangled curls, upside-down over her father’s shoulder, she beamed at Solas.  “Bye, Hawen.”

Solas had no choice but to return the smile.  “Dareth shiral, da’len.”

As the echo of her excited babbling and happy shrieks faded away, contemplative quiet returned to the rotunda.  

Strangely enough, it felt somewhat emptier than before.

#Dragon Age Fanfic #Solas #zevran arainai #Inquisitor Mahariel #I ship Solas with lavellan yes #but also man just needs some friends #and he would know that the little buggers just need their endless curiosity indulged

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Hi! I would love to see your take on Boba babysitting Grogu if it's okay. Mentions of how his dad raised him is also a big plus. Seeing as family ties are really big for him and mandalorians in general, please make Grogu as chaotic as possible for Uncle Fett >_> ! If it's not too much.

Hi! Thx for this ask ♥️ I hope you like it! 🤎🧋🤎🧋

Boba & Grogu - Beskar Babysitter -

Translations

B’omarr monks - those brains in jars that wander around Jabba’s Boba’s palace

Buir - mother/father

Vod - brother/sister/comrade

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Boba sighed. If only his father could see him now. He would be smugly satisfied. For all his misbehaving as a child, he was certainly getting repaid for it now.

“No, Grogu, we don’t eat the B’omarr monks…” He physically grabbed the poor monk out of the air and set it down. Grogu cooed unhappily, his little mouth forming a frown.

“I know, I know,” Boba sighed, “you’re hungry. Let’s get some nice frogs from the pond. …don’t tell your buir.” He carefully picked up his small charge and began to make his way to the pond. Grogu complained, still interested in the monk, who was scurrying away hastily.

“Leave the poor brain-jars alone, Grogu,” he looked down at the little Jedi. Grogu made a disobedient face. He laughed.

Setting Grogu down carefully, Boba sat down next to him and grabbed a smooth stone. He skipped it twice over the pond water, Grogu watching with interest.

“You want to try?” Boba offered a nice, smooth rock to Grogu, who took it reverently. After inspecting it for a moment, Grogu levitated it in front of himself.

“Cheater,” Boba commented casually as Grogu used the force to skip the stone three times.

Grogu became distracted immediately, some frogs having brought attention to themselves by croaking. It was over for them, Boba knew. He supervised as Grogu carefully levitated all four of them over to himself.

He though of his father. Boba loved when Jango would take him to the bluffs to go fishing on Kamino. Although it was always catch and release, he felt connected to Grogu all the same. Grogu slurped down a frog, making Boba think of meals with his father. Boba would often misbehave, slurping and using his spoon instead of a fork. Jango always teased him, playing along and trying to hide a smile.

He realized now the happiness that watching a kid gently misbehave could bring. Grogu continued his small acts of mischief, lifting a large fish out the water and moving it towards his open mouth.

“Nope, too big…” Boba slapped it out of the air and into the water, “you’ll choke.”

Grogu cooed unhappily again, but returned his attention his frogs. Boba watched, thinking of Jango and what he might say if here were here.

Suddenly his stomach felt funny. Belatedly, he realized he was about 6 feet in the air.

“Grogu,” he started calmly, but was hurriedly levitated over the middle of the pond.

“Grogu!” He scolded lightly, actually feeling worried and unsure. “Put me down… on dryland.” Instead, he was rotated until he was upside down. Hanging there, he calculated his next move.

“What are we gonna tell your buir, hmm?” He tried a vague threat. Grogu shook him like a can of carbonated beverage until he felt sick.

“Grogu…! Blegh… ungh… stop it…” he felt terribly ill now. Jango popped into his head again. Yes, he would definitely be laughing if he was here.

“No more… put me down immediately,” he tried to sound stern this time, as a toddler held him upside down in the air with one hand. How did his storied tale as a bounty hunter meet this moment? He had to get control again. What would Jango do?

In a flash in inspiration, he fired his jets. Grogu lost control and dropped him. He narrowly avoided the water, somersaulting in midair and jetting back to the shore.

Grogu was unfortunately ready for him. He force hurled some mud. It slapped into Boba’s helmet, blocking his view. “Grogu!” He mumbled complaints as he wiped the thick mud off himself. Pebbles rained on him from above.

“Grogu!” He hurriedly ran a few paces to escape the hail of rocks. Before he could center himself, he felt something on his boot. He resisted the urge to kick it off and looked down. Grogu was holding on, looking up at him. “Grogu, what are we gonna do with you?”

Boba started walking, pretending to have to drag the leg with Grogu on it. Grogu giggled and cooed, holding on for the ride. “I dunno if I can make it back to the Palace,” he jested, overacting for Grogu’s benefit. For his part, the little green guy laughed and seemed to hold on tighter. Boba continued to feign struggling, limping along in the desert.

“So… far…” he rumbled, dragging a giggling Grogu along. They continued their way slowly, Boba stopping to “rest” every so often. Then he heard it. Looking overhead, he just caught a sliver of silver moving fast above him. Din was home.

Grogu shrieked with joy. Boba started to kneel to grab him, thinking to fly them both back to meet Din when he was disembarking. “Djarin’s home—,” he started to say. He felt his stomach flip flop again and realized he was hurtling towards the Palace at an alarming speed.

“Holy fu—“

He was upside down again. Flailing, he started to tumble through the air until he remembered he was Boba Fett, son of Jango Fett and calmed down. Firing his jet pack, he steadied them and grabbed Grogu. Holding him to his chest, Boba flew the rest of the way to meet Din.

Grogu yelled and babbled at Din, as Boba’s shiny friend knelt to meet him. Boba smiled under his helmet.

“Why do you have mud all over yourself?” Din seemed genuinely curious.

“Your kiddo there, vod.”

Din tilted his helmet. “Really?”

Boba laughed, trying to wipe more mud off. “What do you mean? Your little menace there?”

Din tsked, “Well you probably encouraged him.”

“Did not,” Boba was too amused to be indignant.

“Well, at any rate, you’re super muddy.” Din stood, holding his green child.

Boba flicked some mud off his hand. Din looked from the mud to Boba, then to the mud again. “Let’s get you cleaned up…”

Boba wrapped a muddy arm around Din’s shiny shoulders. “‘Kay,” he patted Grogu on the head with a dirty hand. Grogu burped.

“What did you feed him?” Din asked, sounding annoyed.

“Nnnothing,” Boba denied.

“Was it a frog? Better not be, it gives him such bad gas…”

Boba roared a laugh, then backed up abruptly, out of harm’s way.

Din sighed exasperatedly. “Great, thanks Uncle Fett.”

Boba shrugged, “He almost ate a monk…”

“What?”

“Hm, nuthin’.” Boba regretted speaking. Grogu burped again.

“Oh no, it’s starting, agh…” Din tried to pass Grogu back to Boba. Boba turned and ran. “Sorry — but you said I had to clean up!”

The last thing Boba heard as he turned a corner at high speed was, “Grogu?! How are you so stinky, I —“

Laughing like a kid, Boba ran all the way to his rooms.

#boba fett fluff #boba fett fic #boba fett fanfiction #Boba Fett & Grogu #din and grogu

[slutforstabbings-archive]

I saw you’re taking requests 😊 could you do Corey planning a romantic evening in—candles and roses all over the place, romantic music, a nice dinner and then a movie after—the whole spiel. Hope that helps the fluff funk! Good luck with writing by the way, don’t push yourself too hard! ❤️

Ummm, I only know how to push myself too hard but thank you for you concern lol. I really enjoyed writing this, it definitely helped me get more comfortable with fluff! I think this is gonna find its way into my long fic I'm working on. Thank you sm for the request, I hope you like it <3

LoveSong

Corey Cunningham x gn!Reader

1754 words

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Corey parks his motorcycle on a side street instead of his usual spot by the door and lets himself into your apartment with the key you gave him. It feels weird, he’s never been in here without you before. But you wouldn’t have given him a key if he wasn’t allowed to come and go as he pleased. He’s been planning this for a week, going back and forth with himself if it was too corny or not. He struggles to close the door, his hands are so full of all the stuff he needs to make tonight perfect. 

He goes to the kitchen and spreads all his supplies on the island. Two bouquets of roses, one to tear apart for the petals, a bottle of wine that he hopes is good for as much as he paid for it, a salad kit, a frozen lasagna from the take and bake section of the fancy grocery store, a big long loaf of Italian bread, a pack of tea lights, a carton of raspberry sorbet, a real vase so you can stop putting the flowers he gets you in containers you fished out of the recycling. 

Your oven groans like it’s haunted as it preheats. Corey darts around your kitchen, starting and stopping different tasks, feeling scattered. He places the wine and the sorbet in the freezer. He fills the vase with water and dissolves the plant food, but forgets to put the flowers in it. He grabs a small bowl from the cupboard then abandons it on the counter. He pulls all the petals off a single rose, then remembers a story you told him. 

“One time a roommate I had put a bottle of wine in the freezer and forgot about. I guess because hard liquor doesn’t freeze she thought it would be okay but wine is way too low in alcohol content for that. It expanded when it froze and the fucking bottle exploded on me when I opened the freezer. Scared the shit out of me.” You laughed and shook your head. “Our freezer was sticky and full of broken glass the rest of the time we lived there.” 

Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck. He opens the freezer apprehensively, squeezing his eyes closed in case of projectiles. The wine is still liquid and the bottle is intact. Close call. He breathes deeply and tries to organize his thoughts. One thing at a time. The oven chimes. Lasagna first, then. He reads the instructions a third time and notices something new. TIP: it says next to a little drawing of a lightbulb. Place a cookie sheet under the lasagna pan to catch any sauce or cheese that bubbles over. He finds a cookie sheet and slides the lasagna onto it and into the oven.

The rest of the preparations go more smoothly. He follows a recipe he bookmarked last night to make garlic bread. He finds a giant mixing bowl and fills it with ice for the wine, like how fancy restaurants always do it in the movies. He does his best to clean off your dining table. Usually when the two of you sit here to eat, you just shove all the shit that accumulates over the week to the side. But you know what’s on the table and Corey doesn’t, so he awkwardly stacks things instead, placing the piles all at one end so there’s room for the spread he envisions. Then he smooths one of your kitchen towels flat on the table and sets the lasagna in the middle. He brings the salad and the garlic bread into he dining room and tries multiple placements to see what looks best. He feels so out of his depth but he’s determined to do a good job. He Googles table setting diagrams and does the best he can with your mismatched thrift store dishes. 

He’s doing the last few steps, sprinkling rose petals in a path from your front door to the dining room with one hand, and scrolling through all the playlists you’ve made him with the other when he hears your car crunch the gravel outside. Corey sprints to the dining room, slipping on his sock feet and gut checking himself on one of the dining chairs. Wincing, he hides where you won’t see him from the door, and presses play on a song just as you unlock the door. 

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As you stand at your front door preparing to insert your key into the lock, you hear a thump and then a very faint groan come from inside. What the fuck was that? You unlock the as door as noisily as possible and swing it open very slowly. The last thing you want is to surprise an intruder. You peak inside hesitantly. It smells good. Why does it smell good? Just as you start to fear something way freakier than a simple robbery, you notice the song playing over your speakers. 

Whenever I’m alone with you… You make me feel like I am whole again. Wasn’t Corey just saying he was glad you introduced him to The Cure? You step inside and finally see the rose petals scattering the floor and the warm glow of candle light coming from the dining room. That cheesy motherfucker, you think as butterflies fill your stomach. You smile and bite your lip in spite of yourself. 

“Where are you, you big sap?” You call out.

“Follow the petals!” He shouts back.

You follow the petal trail into the dining room and see him standing at the head of the dining table, beaming above all his hard work. Your mouth hangs open in shock as you take in all the details. More rose petals surround the table, on top of which you see a dozen roses in a gorgeous crystal vase, a delicious looking dinner and -

“Are those proper two course place settings?” You laugh.

“They’re my attempt,” Corey says sheepishly. 

You come around the table and grab his face in your hands. “This is so…” You trail off, opting to kiss him instead of finishing your thought. It conveys what you mean much more eloquently anyway. When you release him he pulls a chair out for you. 

“Thank you, sir,” you say. His face instantly turns bright red and he clears his throat.  

Corey piles salad on your plate and pours you a glass of wine. The two of you eat and try to talk through your giggles. You knew he had a romantic side, but this is really something else. Somehow you feel even more giddy than when you first met him, even more like a silly middle schooler writing Mrs. Corey Cunningham all over your notebook. You watch his every movement. Could it be possible he’s becoming even more of a babe? Or is it just because you love him?

God, that’s a scary thought. You’ve been suppressing it violently every time you have it. It just seems so fast, you’ve only been “official” for a month. But trying to shove it down the past few days has made you feel like a cartoon character on a sinking ship, plugging holes with every finger and every toe just for more to appear and the water to keep rising. He smiles at you, all long teeth and crinkled eyes, and the boat capsizes. You love him, you love him, you love him. And now that you admit it to yourself, you have to admit it to him too. 

Before you can say anything, he stands.

“Are you ready for dessert?” Corey asks

“There’s dessert?” 

“Of course,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Stay here.” He stacks all the dinner dishes onto the cookie sheet and takes it to the kitchen. You idly wonder if he’s ever had a job as a bus boy. You try to guess what dessert is by the sounds you hear him making in the kitchen. Something refrigerated, or maybe frozen. That doesn’t narrow it down very much. 

He returns with a bowl heaped with scoops of something the color of blood, two spoons sticking out. He sets it on the table and scoots his chair closer to yours before sitting down. You take a hesitant bite. Raspberry. It’s delicious. You devour the bowl together without speaking, just watching each other. 

“Corey…” You finally break the silence. “This was really special.” 

“It’s nothing.” He shrugs.

“It’s a lot more than nothing. You put a lot of hard work into this and it was really cool. No one I’ve dated has ever gone out of their way for me like that before.”  In the short time you’ve known him, he’s done more for you than your ex did for your entire three years together. He looks at you like you’re God. He cares if you cum. He listens. 

“How is that possible?” He asks. You snort at the question.

“I thought that was just how it was.” You say, shaking your head. “Corey I… I love you.”

Before you realize what’s happening he’s out of his chair, pulling you up from yours into a tight embrace, pressing you against him like he wants to fuse your bodies together. You squeeze him back and you can’t fight the goofy smile you break into. 

“I love you,” he says back, voice strangled with emotion. He releases you just enough that he can look at your face. “I’ll never treat you bad. I’ll never hurt you. I’ll never walk away from you.” You look into his eyes. He looks so intense in the candle light, lit almost like the villain in a black and white movie. To your own astonishment you believe him.

“I have one more thing planned,” he says after a long pause. He leads you to the living room. You sit on the couch. Corey turns on the tv and connects his phone. You see the name of the movie he’s casting and laugh.

“The Lobster?” You say, incredulous.

“You said it was your favorite romcom,” he says. 

“That was a joke,” you say, face scrunched to keep yourself from dissolving into a giggle fit. “I do really like the movie but it’s a dark comedy. It’s not a date movie, unless you’re on a fucked up date.”

“You’re on a date with me,” he says. 

“Point taken,” you say, amused and surprised at his self deprecating joke. You pat the couch next to you. He puts his arm around you as he sits down and presses play.

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[kitsuvil]

kaedehara kazuha - comfort (gn! reader)

y/n plans a surprise to comfort kazuha on the anniversary of the day that tomo passed away

the note kazuha left for you reads,

"i won't be home until late today. you can eat dinner alone, don't wait for me, i'll be safe."

you had just gotten home from helping out around town, to see that your boyfriend wasn't home yet. you knew why that was, but you decided to not voice it. not everyone can be sulking on a day like this, the world still needs to keep moving and you were going to take that drive and stick with it.

so, you quickly packed and left for naganohara fireworks. you were going to pick up a package that you had ordered in advance knowing what today was and immediately get to making him a surprise for when he returns. his late best friend would've wanted him to enjoy today instead of be depressed and just reminisce, after all. you only knew him from afar back then but just like everyone else, you were heart broken to find out what happened when it did. tomo's legacy still lived on in everyone's hearts and when kazuha was able to finish what tomo started, it struck a nerve in everyone's hearts.

"hello, this is y/n, i should have an order waiting to be picked up?" i ask yoimiya's father, who is stationed outside of the shop per usual. he looks at me strangely for a second, before it clicks. "yoimiya dear! can you get the kaedehara's fireworks from inside the shop?" he yells out. quite loudly, may i note. "of course!" yoimiya stumbles outside.

"hey, y/n! here's the package! tell kazuha i said hello and that i hope he's doing well, i'm so happy you're doing this for him and i'm rooting for you that it makes him a bit happier, i've got to get back to work now though!"

"thank you, yoimiya!"

and just as quickly as she appeared, she vanishes back into the store. she never fails to brighten my day with her cheery personality, even on busy and glum days like this.

but i should probably get back to the task at hand. now that i've got the fireworks that i wanted, i'm free to buy all the ingredients i want. i had conveniently heard of a new catch of perfect quality good fish, so i might as well put the situation to use.

i wanted to make some dried fish, adorned with autumn leaves to remind him of his home. it wasn't too difficult of a recipe, but there was many other things for the surprise i was planning so i had to hurry. though one thing at a time is probably a better plan.

after a short negotiation session with the fish seller, i got some discounted fish that was in beautiful shape and i rushed home. "maybe i should scrap that plan of one thing at a time," i glance at the time, the minutes ticking by as the sun began to grow lower.

though other than prepping food and creating the atmosphere for a beautiful picnic outside, there was nothing much else to do except wait until the star of the day came home. i sat on the grass beside the decorations and food i'd placed, admiring the view of inazuma. the sun was nearly gone, leaving a smooth and beautiful mix of colors in the sky, shades of pink, purple, orange, and red sparkled everywhere in the clouds. the trees that were visible from afar added earthy tones and later, the fireworks would only compliment the scenery more, almost as if it were straight from a painting.

"y/n?" a voice comes out from behind me.

"kazuha, welcome home!" i turn around, taking a look at the man of my dreams.

"what is all this?" he comes closer, taking a seat right next to me.

"some sort of a gift, to you and tomo both."

"is that why there's three plates laid out?"

"right you are, my love."

"this is... thank you, you should've been restimg now, i'm not sure why you waited so long for me."

"it felt right, i tried thinking of ways to cheer you up and make this a happier day and this was the best i could come up with."

kazuha and i share a minute of eye contact, no words spoken but every emotion shared.

"and don't judge my cooking, this is one of the first times i've ever tried to make a dish dedicated to someone else, i hope you know how stressful that is." i vent, trying to come up with a topic so we're not sitting in silence anymore.

"i could never judge your cooking and i doubt tomo would either, y/n. you feed me every night anyways, i would have a lot of audacity to poke fun at you for that, trust me," he takes a bite.

"i'll trust you on that one."

we continue eating, sharing words about how life would be if tomo was still around and just talking about how things have been as of late. there is no other time i would appreciate more than this.

"hey, guess what zuha? the sun set and the surprise isn't over yet," i nudge him and wink.

"really? what else wonderful things could you treat me to?"

"you'll see, i'll be right back," i run down to where i place the fireworks, activating them and then hurrying back to kazuha.

"look!"

with a boom, the first firework lights up the night sky. "how else would you celebrate something if it wasn't with fireworks?" i laugh. "you actually... i'll have to go thank yoimiya for setting these up for you, i know she's always busy," kazuha notes while staring up at the bright colors.

we stay quiet for the rest of the duration, leaning against each other as we admire the beauty.

"i know you'll always continue to pay respect to tomo and so will i, but we can't be so somber. if you're going to celebrate the life of someone you have to do it right. and i would never leave you alone in that, kazuha," i caress his face, planting a kiss on his lips.

"thank you, y/n," he embraces me and though i cannot see his face, i can imagine the tears that streak down it.

this. this story right here. has been sitting in my drafts since november of last year. so i thought i'd finally try to finish it and post it. not one of my most proudest works but you can't go wrong with a little bit of y/n comforting kazuha <3

(not rly proofread ngl)

#kazuha kaedehara #kazuha x reader #genshin comfort #genshin impact #genshin #hoyoverse #kazuha #fluff #genshin fluff

[shealynn88]

A microfic for yesterday’s @drarrymicrofic prompt thalassophile:

Harry hasn’t set foot on land for three months when he gets his first sighting. It’s just a flash of pale, a slither of green, a glitter of silver, and then the same bright shift of wave after rolling wave.

He isn’t looking for anything, really. Just quiet. Just…himself. What he is, outside the constant crush of trying to please everyone.

What he learns is that the stubbornness of needing answers is his own. Innate. Because he scans for that foreign shape constantly. Hoists the sail and follows brief flashes like his life depends on it.

The creature leads him on a merry chase, works him into a froth of instinct, of frustration, until one afternoon he dives over the side and swims down, down, and looks for that huge tail fin and those coils of green that have been taunting him.

And when he finally sees it, he chases. No gillyweed, no spells for fins or breathing. Just his recklessness, honed to a point.

His vision goes dark around the edges and his lungs strain. By the time he realizes he’s in trouble, it’s too late.

~

“You’re even stupider than I remember,” says a posh, insolent voice. He’d know that voice anywhere.

Harry aches all over. “Malfoy?” he croaks. The wood under his fingers is familiar, warm and worn smooth. The rock and creak of his little sailboat, too. “Fuck,” he says, looking around.

He’s lying next to Harry and looking characteristically annoyed. Pale hair hangs in a wet curtain over his shoulders. He is pale skin and gills just inside the divot of his collarbone, and a light sprinkling of scales like freckles across his shoulders and chest.

“It’s really you. They said…they said you died.”

Malfoy sneers. “Of course they did. Flushed me like a goldfish when they were done, didn’t they?” He shakes his head. “I’ll leave you be. Don’t be an idiot, all right? I thought I’d spice up your little expedition—you look awful, by the way—and instead of giving polite chase you nearly drowned yourself. Idiot. Well, now you know who and what I am and we can both move on.”

“Wait!”

Malfoy turns back and flashes him a sharp smile. Literally—his teeth are curved and pointed. “What on earth could you want now?”

“Just…stay. For a bit. Just…just until I catch my breath.”

“Why on earth would you want that?”

Harry has no idea. “Well, we’re not enemies anymore, are we? I haven’t spoken to anyone in months. Have you?”

Malfoy’s mouth turns down in disgust. “No, Potter. I haven’t exactly had the occasion.”

“Well, now you do. Stay.”

Draco looks reluctant and closed off, like he’s waiting for a punchline.

“Please,” Harry adds quietly.

“Fine. Just let me…” Draco shifts and squirms, and Harry sees the long coils of his tail, more like a serpent than a fish, roil and undulate until they finally come to rest under him, allowing him to sit up.

Harry levers himself up as well and looks Draco over, the glitter of scales, the beautiful veil and vein of his tail fin, the long muscular coils of his tail. He’s beautiful.

“Well?” Draco says irritably. “Talk, then.”

And Harry laughs, incredulous and full of joy and feeling no need whatsoever to live up to anything.

The endless sea rocks under them as Harry talks, and the pinched look on Draco’s face smoothes into something cautiously hopeful.

Harry finds pieces of himself there, at sea, in Draco’s curious expression and the roll of the waves and the slow lift of a weight he hadn’t known he was carrying.

“Where do you want to go from here?” he asks Draco as the sun sets.

“Wherever the sea takes us, I suppose,” Draco says with an unconcerned shrug.

Harry smiles and nods, turning his face into the wind.

Us, the waves repeat, lapping against the boat.

Us.

#drarry #drarrymicrofic #love of the sea #harry potter fandom #thalassophile #mer!Draco

[xinxiaogato]

— live to tell the tail

summary. you unfortunately lived in a universe where general gorou had found out ms. hina was… himself. and just your luck: gorou’s first impression of you was a crazed devotee of the ms. hina fan club, but you had only been in the wrong place at the wrong time. will you live to tell the tail?

love interests. gn!reader x a watatsumi general, an inazuman vagrant, the balladeer, and the kreideprinz.

warnings. infinite pet puns, referenced character death, weapons, swearing, blood, alcohol, harassment, and mentions of war.

note. “nibi” is a gender-neutral title i am using for a parent in this chapter! also, the child could have been delivered by a gestational surrogate.

word count. 1,044

chapter eighteen ⌇ pawternal instincts

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when scaramouche came up to your table for help with a child pincering the hem of his shorts, your katsu sandwich went down the wrong pipe hole. you downed half of a bottle of dango milk to help you recover from the shock.

“i would’ve never guessed that you had a kid,” you jested, wiping your lips of any excess, but scaramouche was a far cry from being entertained.

“very funny,” he said flatly, neglecting to conceal his true colors at this point. “what was in your food to make you say that?”

the little kid’s big eyes shone at the sound of “food” and locked onto the manifold delectables atop your plate.

“i-i’m hungry…” he cheeped, rubbing his tummy.

“you’re hungry?” you reiterated to which he frantically nodded, bouncing on the balls of his feet. his mannerisms reminded you of a red burny girl back in mondstadt, who occasionally showed up at good hunter to snatch a tiger grilled fish stick from you. “c’mon, it’s all yours, champ.”

the boy waddled away from scaramouche and clambered onto the adjacent seat. as his eyes swept across the mizu manjuu, egg rolls, and fish-shaped cakes, your concern proliferated. you smoothed back the sprig of cowlick on the top of his head and inquired of him, “where are your parents, buddy? did you come to this restaurant with them?”

he paused before pointing the tip of his tri-flavored skewer at you. “nibi…” and then right at scaramouche. “papa…”

and that was when you noticed: the boy’s hair that you were patting was a similar color and texture to yours, and his eyes reflected the same intense purple as that of scaramouche’s. in your chair, you rotated to face the man with robotic consistency.

“kuni… this may sound farfetched, but what if, in the future, we actually ended up in a loveless marriage and this is our child who went back to the past to stop us from falling for each other?” you proposed.

…

scaramouche was appalled. you weren’t fazed by the intimate moment he created earlier—lips against your ear and everything—yet you have already shaken him more times than he can count.

“i’m leaving,” he snapped.

those words from scaramouche seemed to set off an alarm in the child. he dropped the skewer and outstretched his hands with teary eyes, confining scaramouche in one place.

“papa, please don’t go!” the little kid’s bottom lip quivered as he turned to you for help. “n-nibi, can you stop papa?”

seeing him in such a crestfallen state made your chest clench painfully. you quickly gave the child a reassuring smile while whipping up some sort of convincing explanation. “aaactually… your papa is off to get… your stuffed animal from our room!” you blurted out, catching scaramouche’s eye. “right… honey?”

scaramouche, a sinner whose face could school itself into deadpan amid a sea of rotting bodies, was flabbergasted at this unfolding of events. a stuffed animal? he hadn’t seen one in his life, but the glimmer of hope in the child’s eyes forced scaramouche to raise his shoulders into a noncommittal shrug.

“yes, i will return,” he grunted after a moment’s worth of hesitation.

with herculean strength, he offered his newlywed partner and unplanned child an award-winning smile and left the restaurant, but once he was out of sight, his elegant steps turned into anger-driven strides.

i should’ve never decided to come kill this moron myself! he fumed, but rationality slowed scaramouche to a halt. 

it wasn’t a decision for scaramouche. for the first time in his godforsaken time on teyvat, scaramouche felt like he had no other choice.

as soon as scaramouche received the report that you escaped after eavesdropping on his henchmen in the forest one time, he already had lackeys on your heels. there was no need for him to get personally involved.

but his lackeys continued to be defeated one by one. those that managed to survive and crawl back to headquarters all described seeing “a dash of white hair” before a gust of wind ripped their comrades to shreds. they couldn’t get anywhere near you.

and do you wanna know about the icing on top? the salt to scaramouche’s wound?

you, reader, were a complete nobody with zilch information on your record that he scrounged up, yet you somehow got yourself implicated in his plan to incapacitate a general.

well, you didn’t completely thwart it. the divine priestess—a pawn he had fiddled with in the past—would still believe that the man who shot the arrow was an undercover shogunate officer… 

…when it was really a fatui agent sent on scaramouche’s behalf.

tension between the inazuma shogunate and the island of watatsumi was exactly what scaramouche needed to gain control of the nation as a whole. the same nation he was manufactured in would be the same nation that met its downfall by his synthetic hands.

but there was an unforeseen error: scaramouche was under the impression that you overheard the details of his plan to fabricate chaos in inazuma in the forest, thus throwing caution to the wind and taking an arrow to the shoulder for general gorou…

…but no one outside of the fatui organization was allowed to get away with that information alive, especially a being as insignificant as yourself.

due to how incompetent his servants were, he boarded this very passenger boat to get the job done, thinking you were some powerful entity, but scaramouche was quick to find out that you weren’t powerful in the brain or brawn department, which should’ve meant he had the upper hand. human lives were playthings to him, and he could easily strike you down at any given moment…

…but he was hesitating to kill you.

thrown so off-kilter by this, scaramouche knew there was something terribly wrong with his wiring. this abnormality was the antithesis of his crimes as the balladeer thus far, so he was on the verge of knocking down the shogun’s door and demanding her to fix him.

well, if he didn’t hate her so much.

scaramouche was aware that he wasn’t making any progress by idling around, so he stormed off to find a stupid, ugly stuffed animal to pacify that kid.

shit, where am i going to steal one?

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[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

so i can finally see (you’re as fucked up as me)

A/N: listen i've been working on this since tango said that thing on stream a while ago about contemplating kidnapping someone to get their soulmate to give them things, and i thought: what if they tried to kidnap pearl? so this happened. and it turned into a lot more than that, (including an eventual sequel to this) so enjoy! (also i'm imagining this takes place sometime before the ranch burned)

Warnings: arguing, face slapping, crying, past animal death, necromancy mention, hugs, forehead kisses, polyamory negotiations (not really a warning i guess, just a heads up that this is indeed a fic with romantic pairings haha), dirty jokes

Summary: Tango and Jimmy have a great plan. Kidnap someone's soulmate for ransom- it's totally gonna work. Until it doesn't.

AO3 Link

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Jimmy and Tango had gotten desperate. More desperate than just begging people for materials. So they decided that the next best option would be to kidnap someone's soulmate and hold them ransom. And after going through their options… they decided Pearl would be their best option.

"Are you sure about this?" Tango asked from where he and Jimmy were crouched in the trees, watching Pearl muddle around on her own.

"What do you mean, this was your idea!" Jimmy replied in a harsh whisper.

"Well yeah, but I mean are we sure about targeting Pearl. She and Scott are kinda on uneasy terms," Tango pointed out.

"Scott will come for her, trust me. He might act all petty and annoyed with people, but he really cares deep down," Jimmy said firmly. Tango shrugged, and pulled a fishing rod out of his inventory.

"You know him better than me," Tango said, and Jimmy fought back a blush at his words.

“That was a long time ago,” Jimmy said wistfully. Tango just smiled, kind and gentle.

“Still. I trust your judgment,” Tango said, before his smile turned a touch devious as he looked back down at Pearl. He whipped the fishing line down, the line coiling around her and the hook catching on her hoodie. She yelped in surprise as Tango reeled her in. Tango tied the line around a sturdy branch, letting Pearl hang above the ground, toes just barely scraping the forest floor. Jimmy jumped from the tree, wings flaring out and giving him a gentle descent down.

“Jimmy, what are you doing?” Pearl asked, sounding more bored than distressed. Jimmy grinned in a way that he hoped was threatening (but judging by Pearl’s unchanged expression, it wasn’t).

“Well you see, Tango and I need materials. And you happened to be on your own,” Jimmy said, attempting more of a sly smirk that go-around. Pearl still wasn’t impressed, and rolled her eyes.

“What makes you think I’ve got anything?” she scoffed. Just then, Tango hopped down beside Jimmy, successfully grinning with enough malice that seemed to make Pearl at least a little unsettled.

“Maybe you don’t- but we’re sure Scott does. Jimmy, be a dear and send the message,” Tango said. Jimmy flushed a bit at the petname, scrambling for his communicator.

<SolidarityGaming> whispered to <Smajor1995> we have your soulmate

“It’s done,” Jimmy said, looking at Pearl with smug defiance. Only to see a vaguely heartbroken expression that Pearl quickly smoothed over.

“You noticed I was alone, right?” Pearl scoffed.

“Well yeah, but only an idiot wouldn’t come for their soulmate,” Jimmy shot back, but it felt a little weak. Especially as his communicator buzzed with a new message.

<Smajor1995> whispered to <SolidarityGaming> I can literally see Cleo across the bridge?

<SolidarityGaming> whispered to <Smajor1995> I MEANT YOUR REAL SOULMATE

<Smajor1995> whispered to <SolidarityGaming> Oh, Pearl? Keep her, it saves me the trouble.

Jimmy just stared down at his communicator in shock. Tango glanced over his shoulder, frowning at the message.

“He’s not coming, is he,” Pearl said, not sounding surprised in the slightest. She looked so… dismal. Jimmy didn’t like the look on her one bit. He scowled and shoved his communicator in his pocket.

“Oh I’ll get him to turn up. He’s just being- being Scott about it. I’ll be back,” Jimmy fumed, not waiting for an answer from Pearl or Tango, heading off in the direction of Scott’s house.

-

Jimmy stormed up the front steps, sharply calling out for Scott. He stopped outside of his door, foot tapping impatiently on the porch. He didn’t hear anything for a few beats, and decided to just go in. He’d get Scott to talk to him, one way or another.

However, he heard a long-suffering sigh from upstairs once Jimmy shut the door behind him. Soon enough, Scott came sliding down the ladder, stepping out into the main room and crossing his arms at Jimmy.

“You can’t just barge into my house, Jimmy,” he scowled.

“Had to check if you were even here!” Jimmy protested, feathers puffing up a little indignantly. Scott just rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. What do you want?” Scott asked with a bored hum. Jimmy stared at him incredulously, brows furrowed together.

“Wh- did you not see my messages?!” Jimmy sputtered. Scott fixed him with a deadpan stare.

“Obviously I saw them, I replied to you,” Scott replied dryly. Jimmy made a frustrated sound, hands gesturing wildly and wings fluttering a bit in irritation.

“We have Pearl! And we’ll- we’ll hurt her, which’ll hurt you- are you gonna negotiate with us to let her go or not?!” Jimmy sputtered.

“Nah. Like I said, saves me the trouble. I can handle the pain, and besides, you guys can’t even kill her- you’re not red. So what should I care what you do with Pearl,” Scott scoffed. Jimmy just stared at Scott for a few moments in openmouthed shock.

"You're supposed to care about her, she's your soulmate!" Jimmy cried, vaguely wondering how the Scott before him was the same one who had cared so much about people in his previous lives.

"Better to abandon someone then to be the one abandoned," Scott said bitterly. Jimmy gritted his teeth, the slight pang of guilt being overwhelmed by anger on Pearl's behalf.

"That's not fair- she doesn't deserve that, Scott!" Jimmy fumed.

"Oh yeah? What about what I deserve?! Every time I end up on a world like this, I've ended up alone. Is it so bad that I want a chance to do things my way?!" Scott snapped. Guilt crawled up Jimmy’s throat- as did memories of a date crafted for him that Jimmy didn’t quite know how to respond to, him vowing to kill a Scott with red eyes and glinting fangs, and coming across Scott life after life but never being sure if he was supposed to reach out to him again or just leave things alone- but he shoved it all down. This was about Pearl, not them.

"Scott, don't make this about us," Jimmy said lowly. That caused Scott to snap, tears gathering in his eyes as he stormed closer to Jimmy. He kept advancing, and Jimmy wasn't able to scramble away in time before Scott slapped him across the face.

"When has it ever been about us?!" Scott got out in a shallow sob, suddenly seeming much meeker than before. Jimmy could only hold his stinging cheek in shock as he stared at Scott.

Luckily Jimmy didn't have to say anything, as Tango rushed in. Pearl was lagging behind him, still looking so distant from the Pearl that Jimmy had known… he was beginning to wonder if he had really known anyone at all, with how today was going.

Tango glanced around frantically, eyes finally landing on Jimmy’s hand holding his cheek. He took Jimmy into his arms, his eyes blazing red as he glared at Scott.

"Don't you ever touch my soulmate again, you hear me? And I'm taking Pearl with me, and you're gonna leave us alone, clear?" Tango growled, flames licking at his limbs (but the fire stayed away from Jimmy, he noticed with a flutter) and threatening to set the wooden house ablaze.

"Crystal," Scott replied evenly, eyes cold as ice (and that just made Jimmy’s heart ache even more- he remembered a Scott like that with ice in his eyes, words and touch).

Tango and Scott glared at each other for a few moments, until Tango seemed satisfied and he turned to leave. Jimmy lingered for a moment, staring at Scott with a heartbroken expression, before Tango gently tugged him along. Pearl followed the pair of soulmates like a ghost, tossing one faraway glance at Scott before she left the house with them.

-

The walk back to the ranch was eerily quiet. Even Tilly, who they stopped to pick up from Pearl’s base area, seemed unusually quiet for a dog.

“I brought her back to life, y’know,” Pearl said, breaking the silence. Jimmy jumped a little when she spoke.

“Uhh… what?” he asked.

“Yeah, she died. But it’s okay, cause I brought her back! So I guess she’s on yellow now,” Pearl said, the cheeriness in her voice throwing Jimmy off a little. Thankfully, Tango swooped in with a reply.

“Guess that means you can bring back any animals that die at the ranch!” Tango said with a grin.

“I can sure try! Honestly don’t know if I can do it again- I just was sad and lonely when Tilly died, and all I could think about is how I didn’t want to be alone again. I just wanted her back- and then she perked right up!” Pearl said, something… otherworldly creeping into her voice before turning cheery once again. Jimmy had only heard that tone with her a few times before… maybe it was a mistake bringing one of them into the ranch. On the other hand, a Watcher wasn’t a bad ally to have.

“Well, you don’t need to be lonely anymore. You’ve got us,” Jimmy said softly. Pearl stopped in her place, just a few feet away from the ranch’s gate.

“Promise?” she asked, voice fragile. Jimmy held out his arms to her with a smile.

“Promise,” Jimmy said, and that was all Pearl needed to leap into his arms and hug him tightly. Tango exchanged a mildly concerned look with Jimmy over her head, likely concerned about Pearl’s explanation of Tilly’s revival. Jimmy just gave him a reassuring smile. They wouldn’t regret bringing Pearl in. Probably.

-

After getting Pearl properly settled in (she took quite a liking to the goats, and volunteered her time to breeding them and getting their horns), Jimmy was positively exhausted. The day had been more exhausting than it should have been, and Jimmy settled heavily on the edge of his bed with a long exhale. He buried his face in his hands, but still registered Tango walking into their room.

"How are you doing?" Tango asked softly. Jimmy let out a trembling sigh, hand rubbing at where Scott had struck him, even if the sting from the hit was long gone.

"Is it alright if I don't know?" Jimmy said meekly. Tango gave a pitying frown, and sat down next to Jimmy on the bed. He gently pulled Jimmy’s hand away from his face, squeezing it tightly.

"Of course it's alright if you don't know, that was… a lot," Tango soothed. Jimmy let out a shuddering sigh, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand.

"I just… he's so different. Even on worlds where we weren't- uh, together, he was always my friend. And he's been snarky and teasing and stuff before but- but nothing like this," Jimmy managed to get out wetly. Tango gave a sympathetic hum, leaning over to press his lips to Jimmy’s brow. Jimmy involuntarily followed him when he pulled his head away, and with a rumbling huff of laughter Tango pulled him to lean against his chest. His hand rubbed over Jimmy’s back, gentle touches between his wings.

"Y'know, Grian was… weird after that first world too. I didn't hang around him much on Hermitcraft, but he was definitely distant. Agitated too. And that kinda transferred into the next iteration of this- you would know, you were in the Southlands with him. So I guess… the isolation of being the sole survivor of a death game does something to people. No wonder this world has us connected to someone. We don't have to survive alone," Tango said after a few beats of silence. Jimmy turned over what Tango had said in his head, and thought about Scott on Empires, and in that strange realm between realms where they would reincarnate into something else each time they died. Scott had seemed normal on Empires… but that other realm was where things had really begun to change. And really, they had all changed after Empires.

"I guess an apocalyptic event doesn't help either," Jimmy said a little guiltily. Tango's hand paused, a burning (thankfully not in the literal sense) touch between his wings.

"What do you mean?" Tango asked, and if Jimmy hadn't been so lost in painful memories, he would have noticed the tremble in his voice.

"On Empires, there was a big explosion that I sort of caused. And that explosion caused a whole chain of events to set off, and the world ended. We all lost things that day. I think Scott lost more than he let on- honestly it was after that world that I really noticed a change in Scott," Jimmy explained.

"I see," Tango said softly, hand resuming its motion, a gentle pressure at the base of Jimmy’s wings. Jimmy let out an involuntary pleased chirp, melting in Tango's hold. Tango gave an answering little rumble, and Jimmy felt at peace for a moment. That is, until an ugly series of thoughts came rearing back at him.

“Tango?” Jimmy asked, voice meek and soft again.

“Yeah?” Tango replied, and his voice was warm and welcoming and home- and that thought of home was Jimmy’s final breaking point. Because Scott was home once. But now Tango was home to him too.

“I think I’m still in love with him,” Jimmy got out through a sob, curling into Tango while he still could, until he was inevitably shoved away. Because he couldn’t be in love with Scott- not anymore. He and Tango were soulmates now.

But Tango didn’t push him away. If anything, Tango held him tighter, and a hand drifted up to run through Jimmy’s hair. Jimmy just sobbed a little harder, unsure as to why he was still being treated so gently. He swallowed nervously, pulling away a bit to look up at Tango.

“But- but I shouldn’t be. Cause we’re soulmates,” Jimmy managed to get out. Tango looked down at him with a perplexed frown.

“Jimmy… I have multiple partners, remember?” Tango said slowly. Jimmy blinked up at him incomprehensibly.

“What?” he asked, voice distant. Tango cursed a little under his breath, hand leaving Jimmy’s hair to rub the back of his own neck sheepishly.

“Ah. I thought you knew- kinda forgot you aren’t on Hermitcraft. But yeah, Impulse and Zedaph are my partners too. So it’d be kinda dumb of me to not be okay with you wanting another partner- and to be honest, I went into this thinking you and Scott were still an item,” Tango said with a nervous laugh. Jimmy flushed a bit at Tango thinking he and Scott were still together, but he was a bit more busy with reeling from the new information Tango gave him.

“Wait, that’s an option? Being with more than one person?” Jimmy asked, dumbfounded. Tango let out a light laugh.

“Of course it is- but if you’d rather it’d just be you and me, that’s fine too. I’d have to talk things over with Impulse- we usually keep our relationship open during these sorts of things, but I’m sure he’d be fine if we did things differently this go-around-”

“No! I mean- I- I’m okay with it,” Jimmy blurted. Tango looked at Jimmy with mild concern.

“Are you sure? Because it’s totally okay if you just want it to be me and you. You don’t even have to pursue anything with Scott if it’s too much to deal with,” Tango offered. Jimmy shook his head.

“No, I’m sure. Although… I don’t know if things are really looking great with Scott right now anyway,” Jimmy sighed. To Jimmy’s surprise, Tango flushed a little.

“Yeah, I did kinda give him a piece of my mind, huh,” he said sheepishly. Jimmy laughed humorlessly.

“Things were already going downhill with me and Scott. I doubt you made much of a difference,” Jimmy said, refusing to meet Tango’s gaze. Tango just pulled him back against his chest, running a hand through his hair again.

“Still. I feel bad. And I swear to you I’ll help you mend things with Scott, if that’s what you really want,” Tango said firmly. Jimmy looked up at Tango with wide eyes.

“Really?” he asked, voice small and disbelieving.

“Really. Unless he keeps slapping you around- although I guess if you want that we could talk it out…” Tango trailed off with a smirk. Jimmy squeaked, face going red.

“Oh my gosh I have a type,” Jimmy managed to get out, voice strained. This time it was Tango’s turn for his face to flush as he made a flustered sound.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Tango got out with a startled laugh.

“Scott would’ve said something similar,” Jimmy said, voice going soft and wistful. Even if he was reminiscing about his ex-husband making dirty jokes and innuendos.

“Okay yeah that’s it, I am definitely helping you two get back together. You’ve got it so bad for him,” Tango teased. Jimmy honest to goodness giggled, burying his face in Tango’s chest again. He missed the warm, fond smile Tango gave at the sound because of it, but he got the jist of it through Tango’s rumbling hum and the way he held him close. Things felt uncertain, with the tension between himself and Scott, as well as Pearl living on the ranch with them now- but somehow, in this moment? Jimmy felt like everything would work out.

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