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cranberryjuice-posts · 23 days

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Okay this fic idea has been in my head for weeks...

Imagine reader being Percy's (full) sister and secretly dating Clarisse. And Percy's rambling about not liking "hating" Clarisse and reader is just doing whatever and doing that thing where someone's pretending to be interested just hums and agrees absentmindedly and then he just says "Fuck Clarisse" and reader is like "GIRL I'M TRYING, BUT SHE'S BUSY" (this is not an actual smut request for her tho), but reader accidentally said it out loud (ik it's cliche to 'accidentally say stuff out loud but I like it in this context). And Percy is like "Excuse me what da fok" and then he storms off to yell at Clarisse and reader hears him yell "REALLY?! MY SISTER?!" and everyone who's watching is just scared for Percy and the consequenses of yelling at Clarisse.

I imagine the "Look here comes the consequence of my actions chasing me right now" audio during this scene

- I’ve been trying -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Reader

Synopsis - your secret relationship with clarisse quickly becomes not so secret

An - I BURNT MY FUCKING FINGER

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It was a few hours before capture the flag. Most kids spent their time preparing for the game as it was the last one for summer; you however were pressed up against a tree with your favorite girl trailing sweet kisses down your neck.

“Fuck” you gasped as clarisse found your sweet spot. Bringing your hands to her hair you slightly tugged it, almost like an attempt to bring her closer of you could.

Clarisse flattened her tongue against the red mark she had began to leave. Her grip tightened on your hips and her leg pushing slightly between your thighs. The moment would of gone further only if clarisses brother hadn’t started yelling for hee.

Hitting her arm clarisse eventually came to, pulling away only slightly. “What-“ she panted heavily.

“Mm your brother he’s calling for you” you complained with a deep breath. Annoyed clarisse rolled her eyes. Taking a look around she returned her gaze back down at you, taking a notice of your pupil blown eyes. A giddy grin crossed her lips, finding her cocky attitude amusing you pushed off the tree to kiss her sweetly.

Shaking her head some clarisse squeezed your hip one last time. “You have no idea what you do to me… we’ll have to finish this later I’ll be busy for the rest of today and probably tomorrow” she sighed.

“Really” you complained making clarisse chuckle. “Yeah really, don’t get to bitchy it’s just two days”

Hitting her arm again you chuckled again. “Shut up I don’t get bitchy”

“Uh huh whatever you say babe” she teased drunkly walking backwards. Grabbing her spear she blew you a kiss before jogging towards the sound of her sibling calling.

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“Then she has the AUDACITY! The fucking—“

“Language” you sighed giving Percy an authoritarian look. Shrugging you off he continued his ramble on about how he hated clarisse.

Shaking your head some you smiled finding it amusing your little brother hates your girlfriend. Though no body knew she was your girlfriend. You both agreeing on keeping it a secrete as it kept people off clarisses back and Percy off yours.

Your relationship with Percy had always been a little strained. Finding out you were a demigod let alone a daughter of Poseidon you had left home at an early age; causing you to never really know your brother. Growing up at camp it seemed like Percy was more like your friend than sibling. You still came home however, every holiday you were back in the same shitty apart with the same shitty step father.

When Percy finally came to camp it was easier to build a relationship with him. And for once… it felt like you really did have a brother.

“…also her blaming me for her spear breaking like it isn’t HER FAULT for attacking me! And I swear to the gods if I hear one more person say she isn’t that bad I’ll scream” Percy groaned holding his head in his hands while he paced in mad circles. Finally tuning back into the conversation the first thing you had heard — “UGH fuck clarisse!” He huffed.

“Girl I’m trying but she won’t be free until Sunday” you groaned holding your head back. It took only a moment for you to realize what you had said.

Looking at you then a door he quickly ran out, following his lead you chased after him. “Percy wait!” You yelled half laughing.

Instantly finding clarisse Percy stood before the cocky girl who was sitting with her siblings on the porch of their cabin; waiting for the final hour before the games.

Clarisse turned her attention from her brothers to Percy before scoffing. “What do You want beanstalk” her instult causing a small fit of laughter around her.

“MY SISTER OUT OF EVERYONE YOUR SLEEPING WITH MY SISTER!!” He shouted causing his face to go red.

The people around went quiet. For what seemed like minutes lasted only a few seconds before Percy began yelling again.

Clarisse who was stunned just sat there and let the boy yell at her. Standing right beside him was an embarrassed version of yourself.

At a certain point she had gotten tired of the small boy shouting at Her. His breaking voice annoying her. Standing up clarisse walked over to you, placing her hands on your waist and kissing you sweetly.

A slightly laugh leaving her lips as she knew your brother was watching in astonishment. Breaking the kiss she smiled at you before turning her shit eating grin to Percy. “Mind your business. What your sister does with me I’m sure you don’t wanna know” she chuckled, hitting your ass before walking away with her siblings following quickly.

Percy looked at you once again shocked. “Isn’t she dreamy” she smiled giddily. Your brother sighed, grabbing your shirt and dragging you away.

#wlw #clarisse is a lesbian #lesbian #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #clarisse larue #clarisse my beloved #percy jackson show #pjo fandom #clarisse x female reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x you

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thatbigbisexual29 · 7 months

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Getting Pushed Off the High Horse (Haikyuu!!)

Soooooooooooo... hi everyone! It's been a while since I've posted a fic, and I deeply apologize! Life has been busy so hoping on the computer and writing is kind of a hard task, I'm sure some of you can relate. And don't worry, I'm still working on that lee!Hobie fic, but after that's posted I might stop with the Spiderverse fics for a while. I still love the movies, but I've ran out of tickle fic content for that certain fandom. So I'll try posting something new! Hence this fic! I've been a fan of Haikyuu for a while and started watching it again *shoves down at least 50 animes I've been putting on the back burner* Okok I've been rambling now, so here you go! Enjoy! :3

“Hell yeah! That spike was even better than my last one! Eat my dust Akaashi! Woo!” was what Bokuto was currently shouting at his teammate.

It was very uncaptain-like, but his friends knew him well to know that this was a common occurrence. Whenever the team practiced together, Bokuto’s gloating personality shone. Akaashi didn’t mind the showboating, he honestly didn't. But today was not the day.

First, he woke up 30 minutes late to school, had to make up an exam in his first period, spilled his lunch all over himself, read a passage wrong in his English class and got laughed at, found out he failed that first period exam, got a C on another exam, got fussed at for sleeping in class, and accidentally packed his dirty uniform rather than a clean one for practice, so he stunk really bad. Out of all the days the gods wanted to test him, this was the day. And Bokuto was no help. In fact, he was the one that caused Akaashi to spill his lunch. He apologized… but not after he cackled like a lunatic! He even threatened to make ‘soup crotch’ his new nickname. A ‘don’t you fucking dare’ look ended that threat quick and Bokuto even offered some clean clothes he had. Which was surprising since… well, since it’s Bokuto.

And now, after that extra mean spike Bokuto just served, Akaashi’s anger was near its boiling point. He glared at his captain from the other side of the next, wanting so badly to wipe that smug smirk off of his stupid face. Bokuto caught on and had some shit to talk.

“Oooh, is someone mad he can’t block my spikes? You should have gotten used to it by now~ Isn't losing to me your strong point? Since you’ve been losing to me ever since we met, I thought you would have rolled over and accepted your fate already~” Bokuto purred, snickering when Akaashi’s glare grew sour. The ravenette responded with a quick, “Shut up, owl.”

“Don’t let him get in your head!” Konoha shouted. Akaashi shook his head and tried to focus. But today’s events just kept piling up every time he looked at Bokuto’s stupid, annoying face. He took a deep breath in and exhaled in an attempt to calm himself. As soon as these practices were over, he could go home. He just wanted to go home.

Washio served the ball and the game was in motion. After the back and forth tosses, Bokuto took his stand.

“Pass it to me!” he called. Akaashi kept eyes on his friend, watching the ball spin in the air towards him. He watched as the ace readied himself then ran to the net, Akaashi right in front of him. They jumped at the same time, Akaashi ready to block. Bokuto had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, one his best friend could spot a mile away. Then, there was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Take THIS, soup crotch!!!” Bokuto’s scream echoed across the gym as the sound of the ball slamming on the court followed suit. When they landed, Akaashi struck. He immediately ducked under the net and tackled the older boy to the court. Surprised, Bokuto let out an undignified squeal before bursting into maniacal laughter. He guarded his head as Akaashi attempted to collide his fists to the other’s shitty hair. He wasn’t trying to seriously injure, he would never go that far, but a few bruises wouldn’t kill the ace.

“I! Told! You! To! Shut! Up!” Akaashi growled between blocked hits. Bokuto just laughed and laughed as he grabbed Akaashi’s wrists and held them up.

“Hahaha! Looks like soup crotch can’t take the teeeasiiiing~” Bokuto just had to keep it up. Akaashi’s eyes burned bright with a murderous fire. Without knowing what else to do, Akaashi ripped his arms from Bokuto’s grip and shoved them into his armpits. That probably wasn’t the best idea since his pits were extremely sweaty, and because Bokuto decided to show everyone his best rodeo bull impression.

Bokuto proceeded to shoot his arms to his sides and hug his chest, cackling hysterically as his friend attacked a particularly bad spot. Their teammates watched on with exasperated yet understanding smiles. And plus, they didn’t dare intervene. Not when Akaashi’s face looked like he was happily skinning his prey alive.

“Yeah, yeah! Nothin’ to say now, huh? Huh? You were all big talk not one second ago, where did that talk go? Where did it go Bokuto?! You shut up real quick when someone gets a few tickles in, don’tcha? Come on, tease me again! One more jab, one more mock, one more word I dare you!” Akaashi bellowed with a sadistic smile on his face. Bokuto howled with mirth as he rocked side to side, kicking his feet to try and lessen the tickly feeling somehow.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! A-AKAASHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! EHEEHEEHEE- GAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” screamed Bokuto. He could never handle tickles well, his friends knew this. Even a squeeze to his side would send him through the roof. But this was plain ol’ mean. Akaashi knew his weak spots better than anyone, and how to tickle just right so Bokuto ends up crying.

“Oh nuh-uh! You deserve this, you bastard! How are you able to read the court, but not your friend?! Why do you have to be so. Damn. Annoying?!” Akaashi growled as he now focused on Bokuto’s ribs, alternating between his massaging technique and his clawing technique. The poor ace finally managed to roll onto his stomach, but somehow, not being able to block out the tickles from behind made him even more ticklish.

“REEHEEHEEHEEEEE!! AKA-AKAAHAHAHAHAHAHASHI! SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARRY! I’M SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARRY!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT'S JUST- BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT’S SOHOHOHOHOHOHO EHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEASYYYYY! REEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEE!” Bokuto cried. He attempted to crawl away, but Akaashi kept him down by laying his shin over the small of his back. The rest of the Fukurodani team, who decided to take a water break since this might take a minute, laughed from the sidelines.

“Oh my god, he sounds like Scooby Doo!” One of them remarked. The others cracked up even louder, joined their voices with Bokuto’s in the echoing gym. Akaashi himself couldn’t stop himself from smiling earnestly either. Bokuto was a dummy, that fact wasn’t to be argued with. But at least he was a loveable dummy. Even when he’s more aggravating than sin. All the teases and jabs he made to Akaashi were all friendly. He didn’t have a sinister bone in his body. He probably thought that he was cheering up the setter, so no harm was truly intended. Such a moron, Akaashi thought to himself.

“Apologize! Or else!” Akaashi demanded, pausing the tickling and placing his hand on the back of Bokuto’s thigh. Bokuto flipped himself on his back with a panicked scream.

“I’M SORRY!!!! I’m sorry for calling you soup crotch! And for making you spill the soup! And for hitting those nasty spikes! Please please please please have mercy Akaashi!” Bokuto begged. Akaashi smirked and stood up, putting his hands on his hips.

“That’s right dumbass. Learn to cheer your friend up in different ways.” Akaashi was about to walk away when he felt Bokuto’s weak hand clasp his shorts. The ace panted heavily and gulped a few times, wanting to say something but unable to get it out just yet. Akaashi rolled his eyes fondly and waited.

“Aka- *gulp* Akaashi… *pant pant pant* Let’s stop by a store… *pant pant* and get… *gulp* meat buns? I’ll *pant* pay…!” Bokuto asked. The setter looked at him surprised, then smiled and nodded.

“That’s fine with me. Now get up and drink something before you pass out.” He pulled the ace to his feet and pushed him towards the bench. After practice, Bokuto kept to his word and bought them each five meat buns from a local convenience store. Akaashi didn’t need that much, but it was the thought that counts. He reflected back on today while walking home with Bokuto, who wouldn’t stop talking, and smiled. Eh, today wasn’t so bad, he thought.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #haikyuu akaashi #haikyuu bokuto #tickle fic #bokuto #akaashi #tickle community #haikyuu tickle #sfw tickles #sfw tickle community #sfw tickle fic

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ctrsara · 1 year

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Happy Accident

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Prompt from @idk-bruh-20

Irondad fic ideas #86 Fic where Happy accidentally calls Tony Peter’s dad.

Maybe Happy is driving him to the tower and Peter’s rambling about everything he wants to do in the lab and Happy comments, “You’re sure excited to spend time with your dad today.” Peter doesn’t notice at first and is like, “Yeah, I love lab days-“ And as they both simultaneously realize what Happy said, it goes silent.

This fic idea was submitted by @itsmechara426 of @irondadmadlads :)

SLAM!

“For the twelfth time, kid. Don’t slam my door.”

“Sorry, Happy!”

“Just remember next time.”

“I will.”

Happy muttered something under his breath that hopefully not even Peter’s enhanced hearing could pick up.

Happy Hogan didn’t actually even mind driving the kid around, most of the time. Sure, he’d been a little much at first. Happy wasn’t used to kids, and this kid in particular had a lot to say, and did unpredictable kid stuff, and left wrappers in his car, and was always hungry . And left so, so many voicemails that Happy had to listen to, so he could pass on anything important to Tony. But the longer Happy was around the teenager, and saw his selflessness and intense desire to do good, despite what anyone said, the more he admired him. And he’d gotten used to all the talking. Mostly.

Actually, if he thought about it, Peter gave off a lot of “young Tony” energy. Well, with a lot more politeness and optimism. And really, it was more the Tony who had been excited about what he’d been working on in the lab when he hadn’t been distracted with partying and making tabloid headlines. But still. Similar.

Speaking of being excited, Peter definitely was today. The kid had been talking a blue streak about something to do with his friends and their Academic Desomething meet the next weekend, but he switched gears just as Happy tuned back in.

“Happy, today in Chemistry we were talking about ( insert a topic Happy definitely didn’t understand ) and how it interacts with ( another unintelligible set of words ) under certain conditions, and did you know that Mr. Stark has the stuff in his lab to replicate that experiment? And I texted him about it and he said we can actually try it out today? It’s going to be so awesome, and I hope the reaction is big like the one we got to watch, because that was amazing, and--.”

“Take a breath, kid.” Happy let out a rare chuckle at the boy’s exuberance. “I don’t get paid if I deliver you passed out from lack of oxygen,” he joked. “You’re pretty excited to get to your dad’s lab today, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be so sick.”

Then suddenly Happy met Peter’s startled gaze in the rearview mirror and he wasn’t sure whose eyes were wider.

Silence.

Crickets.

Silent crickets.

“Oh my gosh, kid, I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I said that; please just forget you heard it!”

Peter was quiet, and Happy started worrying. Ugh, apparently they had been teasing Tony too much about acting like Peter’s dad lately, because Happy had started thinking of him that way, and it had just… slipped out! He tried to reach his chin up high enough to get a look at Peter’s expression, but the boy’s head was turned, staring out the window.

Happy was just about to ask him if he was okay, and apologize again, when a quiet voice came from the back seat.

“Happy?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not mad. I just… what made you say that?”

“Uh…” Well, at this point, the truth was probably best. “For quite a while now, Rhodey, and Pepper, and a couple other people have teased Tony--just a little bit--about acting like your dad, and I just wasn’t thinking when I talked. Please don’t think it’s weird or anything, or be awkward. It was just a slip of the tongue. An accident.”

“How does he… how does he act when you say that? I mean… do you think he would care if he knew that I kinda think about him that way, too, now?” The last part came out quick and quiet, but Happy still heard.

Oh, wow. “Kid, I think he’d be flattered, honestly. You should hear the way he goes on about you when you’re not there. He’s as proud and protective as any dad I’ve ever known.” And his behavior was totally out of character for Tony. Which is why they’d been giving him a hard time, but they’d also all been impressed at how having Peter around had settled him. Given him a little more purpose and focus.

“Oh,” Peter said thoughtfully. When Happy glanced back, the kid was smiling softly.

After they pulled into the garage a few minutes later, Happy rode up to the penthouse with the subdued teenager, wondering a little bit if he was going to bring up how Happy had slipped up to Tony. Of course that was totally up to Peter, but Happy kind of wanted to be around to do damage control if needed. With Tony or with Peter--whichever one needed it.

As they walked in, Happy heard Tony from the kitchen. “In here, kid!”

He followed at a safe distance, but saw as Peter dropped his backpack and headed straight for the older man.

“Hey, Pete, I got all that stuff out down in the lab that you wanted for--oof.”

Tony had stopped talking because he’d been knocked back a few inches when the teenager tucked himself up against Tony’ chest, arms wrapping around his mentor’s back. Tony froze for a moment, but quickly reciprocated the hug.

“What’s this all about?” he said, his voice soft as he tipped his head down to rest it on Peter’s. “Something happen at school?”

“Nah, it was a really good day. I’m just happy to see you.” Peter’s voice was muffled, but cheerful.

Tony looked bemused now. “Uh, I’m happy to see you too.” He looked at Happy with a questioning expression. Happy visually deflected, shrugging and half-smiling. Even rolled his eyes a little like, Teenagers? Who knows? Maybe his part in this wouldn’t come up. Hopefully it wouldn’t.

Peter pulled back, and looked around, eyes lighting on a plate of sandwiches Tony had been preparing. Dad. Such a dad. “These for me?” he asked brightly, reaching for the tray.

“Uh, yeah. Just bring it down, and I’ll start setting up. You can join when you’re done eating.” Tony put a hand on Peter’s shoulder to steer him towards the elevator, and waved vaguely at Happy.

“Uh, see you later, kid?” Happy said, the unspoken question obvious in his voice.

“Bye, Happy. Thanks for the ride!” Peter said happily. And then the dang kid winked at him. Well, what in the world did that mean?

Tony and Peter stepped into the elevator and were gone in seconds. Happy shook his head. Was Peter going to tell Tony or not? Now Happy was going to worry about it all afternoon, which may or may not have been Peter’s intention. That dang kid.

But thinking of how much Tony enjoyed having him around, and how happy the kid had seemed when Happy let Tony’s feelings slip, he couldn’t help but smile. Just a little bit. Maybe it hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.

#completed fic ideas #irondad and spiderson #fanfiction #irondad tumblr prompts #irondad fanfiction #happy hogan #whoops

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dottiechan · 4 months

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TWC Secret Santa @wayhavensecretsanta ❄ - Happy holidays, @ejunkiet!

It was an absolute pleasure to create for you, I love Lizzie and Ava so much!!! 🩵 I couldn't decide whether to draw or write, so enjoy a bit of both. (BTW I seriously recommend @ejunkiet's fics of their detective OC Lizzie Quail, they're so good.) Happy holidays again! xx P.s. If you saw me accidentally post a draft of my gift to you a few days before... Shhh no you didn't. 🥲

Summary: After Unit Bravo's holiday dinner with Detective Lizzie Quail, Felix realises all the photos he took with his polaroid camera are botched.

Wordcount: 835

Warnings: smoking, Fuzzy Holidays Feels™

Too blurry. Too crowded. Mason is holding up his middle finger. Not focused on the subject. Ava appears to be sneering?

The polaroids scatter on the floor as they’re being dropped, Felix’s frustration seemingly travelling through his fingertips and into the botched pictures as they skitter across the parquet. He had such high hopes for this holiday dinner they’ve panned - he even volunteered, much to Nat’s suspicion, to help decorate the warehouse to prepare the background for his perfect winter photos. There doesn’t seem to be a single wall or piece of furniture without strings of fairy lights or garlands hanging off them - and yet somehow, he managed to mess up all the pictures he took.

“I should have just used my phone, not this stupid polaroid Nat gave me,” he grumbles, as he sinks to the floor dramatically from the sofa. He turns his head to the left, expecting a response from Mason, but aside from the shrug of a shoulder, and a puff of smoke, he’s as disinterested as always. Felix allows his head to loll right now, and peeks through the open doors into the dining room, but his other team members are too far to share in his misery. Lizzie is in the middle of a story, which has Nat’s full attention, and Ava’s full, well, everything? Attention, adoration, respect, senses, everything. They’re cute, the way they hold hands over the table, how Ava squeezes Lizzie's hand encouragingly when she trails off or gets embarrassed by her own rambling. Felix hoped he would capture a moment between them, something candid, something like right now, but he’s missed his windows of opportunity - like for instance when Ava finally allowed herself to be dragged under the mistletoe with Lizzie, but their picture was ruined by the detective spilling her drink all over herself.

“Felix?”

“Leave me alone,” he replies, but he also cracks one eye open to make sure Nat, who’s just entered the room, doesn’t lose interest in his pity party on the floor. But she’s already retreating, so he starts flailing his limbs as if he were making a snow angel in the sea of polaroids. “Please don’t leave me alone. Mason won’t talk to me and I’m embarrassed. I messed up all the pictures. I tried taking them like you showed me but I messed up.”

“They’re not so bad,” Nat says kindly as she sits with her friend, plucking the odd semi-decent pictures from the ground. “See? This is lovely.”

“Yeah, but Lizard has hot chocolate spilt on her sweater in that one.”

“Don’t call her that,” Mason grumbles, as he sweeps some polaroids off his lap - the by-product of Felix’s snow angel performance - and flicks his cigarette into the flames of the fireplace. Nat pretends not to see, but the pain flashing across her features has already made Felix feel a little better. They spend the better of the next hour going through the pictures and sorting them out, while Mason sits close-by, smoking, lost in his thoughts. All that breaks their peace is Frank Sinatra’s drawling voice coming from the record player, and the occasional laughter from the lovebirds still camped in the dining room. By the end of it, they’re left with a handful of decent-ish photographs, and Felix wastes no time sticking them into the photo album he got from Lizzie for Christmas.

There was a moment today, a moment worth capturing, one that was befitting of the old silver screen movies Nat made him and Lizzie watch, between Ava and their beloved detective. Naturally, Felix - a rotten romantic at heart - is pissed that he wasn’t able to capture it. It was a moment far better than the forced kiss under the mistletoe, a moment of intimacy, when the pair thought they were away from prying eyes. A hand under Lizzie’s jaw, Ava’s eyes fixed on the prize, wanting to kiss but being unable to take their eyes off of each other… Obviously the shutter of the camera ruined it, causing the pair step away from each other, and Lizzie to hide her blushing cheeks behind the curtain of her frizzy hair, but that’s beside the point. They were happy. Maybe happier than he’s ever seen them. Things are often so fucked up, with the odds always stacked against them, that Felix sometimes lives in the comfort of these moments. He lives in his family’s happiness, in his friends’ laughter, in Lizzie’s tight hugs, in Ava’s pats on the shoulder… If he could, he’d capture all these moments in a jar and keep them very close always. Photographs are the next best thing - which is why he’s bummed out the picture he took of this moment must be so unrecognisable that it was swallowed by his sea of botched photographs.

He’s lost in thought when Mason nudges his shoulder, a polaroid of Lizzie and Ava in his hand stretched towards him.

“Found this under the sofa. Not too bad, if you’re into this lovey-dovey shit.”

#twc secret santa #ava du mortain #twc detective #twc fanart #twc fanfic #dottiechanart #dottiechan writes #digital art #other people's ocs

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call-sign-jinx · 1 year

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Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw - Her

Summary - you’re Bradley’s best friend and he tells you who he loves which breaks your heart

Warnings - fluff, swearing, drinking

A/N - hiya me luvlys! how r u luvly people doing today? also, for whatever isn't requested specifically, the reader will always have a northern british accent, like a manchester accent. just a preference sorry ahaha xx

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x fem!reader

Bradley has been my best mate since I moved to America. I moved in right next door to him with my mum and dad and little sister Alya. We moved to America because my dad got a new job and thought it was best for all of us.

Bradley then became my best friend very quickly. The first day we met to be more precise. He stuck up for me when I were getting bullied during my first week of my new school. Some bitch decided to take the piss out of me and Alya cause we’re fucking Polish? Okay mate. Anyway, I’m getting side tracked here.

Bradley stuck up for me and Alya right off the bat. He was so sweet and he gave Alya his lunch cause them kids decided to fucking take her lunch which is just classic stupid ass bully shit from films.

Now god knows how many years later, we’re in the Navy, as Naval Aviators, went to different academies, and we’ve both been called to Top Gun. He was the first person I called to tell him. And I was the first person he called. We immediately went down to our favourite bar to celebrate, Alya coming as well cause she’s part of our group. But in all honesty, me and Bradley are closer.

Currently, me and Bradley are sat in his Bronco on our way to the Hard Deck to meet some of the other aviators. Hopefully there’s another woman there, if there isn’t I’m gonna be too overwhelmed with testosterone. I already get enough from Rooster over here.

Anyways, as soon as I got into the Navy, people gave me the callsign Fox (you can change the callsign and why you got it but I’m going to use this 😊) because “I’m a fox”, meaning I’m sexy, according to everyone at my academy. Which consisted of all men and one woman who was a WSO who soon retired to be with her family after a training scare. God I miss her, her callsign was Nyx. She was amazing. Bradley said I got my callsign because “I look cute but I’m a silent killer”. I like that reason better.

Back to the Hard Deck. Me and Bradley walked in talking about some shit we did back in high school. Which I am not proud of because it mostly consisted of making out with lads and getting stupidly drunk at parties which led to Bradley taking me home while I sang California Love.

As I looked around my eyes instantly landed on a woman with military uniform on and my eyes lit up. I quickly made my way toward her, accidentally leaving Bradley, and introduced myself.

“Hi, oh my God, you don’t know how happy I am to see another female aviator here…” I looked to her name tag and saw her callsign, Phoenix. “Phoenix! I’m Y/N. But my callsign’s Fox. It’s really nice to know I won’t suffer with too much testosterone alone.” I was rambling at this point, but she didn’t seem to mind. She smiled and nodded at everything I said.

“It really is a relief, before you came over here I thought I would be alone with all these guys. And I love your callsign. How’d you get it?” Phoenix gave me a inquisitive look and I smiled remembering the day some jackass gave it to me.

“Because I’m ‘foxy’ then everyone started calling me it and it just stuck. Because of some fucking wankstain that gave it to me.” Phoenix then burst into laughter as I said “wankstain”.

“Guys are like that all the time, especially Hangman over there.” She points to a guy and he looks like a real life Ken doll.

“Just this moment I thought he was a 6’2 Ken doll. He looks fucking plastic. Wondered why the Hard Deck would put a Ken Doll display up in here.” Phoenix then began laughing to the point she had to hold her stomach.

As Phoenix gained composure, I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I turned to look around and saw Bradley. I smiled up at him and rested my head on his hand.

“I see you’ve already met Phoenix.” Bradley stretched his arm across my shoulder and smirked at Phoenix. Does he like her? Why would I care anyway? Do I care? Does he like her though?

“Yep, and I like her more than you already.” I turned my body to face Bradley and he placed his hand on his heart in mock hurt.

“That hurts my feelings sweetheart, how dare you.” The new nickname brought heat to my cheeks. I looked down to my feet quickly then looked back up to him and put a smirk on my face.

“Aww poor Bradley, come on Phoenix we need to give him a hug. He’s having a bad day today.” I made a pouty face and Bradley just stood there with a pissed off smile.

“Shut up Y/N. You know you love me.” I rolled my eyes as Bradley came up and and hugged me by my side.

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“Bro, I can’t be arsed with getting up so early just to meet who we’re gonna be trained by.” I said to Rooster as he took a swig of the shared bottle of Apple Sourz that I got an hour before meeting up with him in his Bronco.

“Best not be some prick who’s full of himself. I swear if he is and he tries anything wiv me, you, Bob or Phoenix am gonna spark him out.” Bradley lets out a hearty laugh and pats my shoulder.

“You British people sure do have a way with words sweetheart.” There it is again. The nickname. It brings heat up to my cheeks yet again and it’s not dark enough to hide so Bradley can see it.

“Are you blushing Y/N?” I immediately look away as my worries were confirmed. Bradley saw me fucking blush. Great.

“No why?” I pretended to be oblivious to the raging red covering my face. It got even darker as Bradley squinted his eyes at me, getting a better look at the rouge covering my whole face most likely.

"You're as red as a tomato Y/N. Is something wrong then? If you're not blushing then why is your face red?" I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me, I may be called Fox but I don't think I can get myself out of this one.

"It's getting a bit hot? That's why. It's getting hot." Bradley rolled his eyes at my answer. But he didn't press on it any more. We sat in silence for what felt like forever. Until I broke the silence.

"Bradley?" Bradley sat up and turned to look at me before nodding his head for me to continue.

"How come you've never had a long term girlfriend? I'm sorry for asking but I've always wanted to know because, not gonna lie you are quite easy on the eyes so I just don't understand it." Bradley's eyes widened in shock. I was lying when I said he was "quite easy on the eyes" he's fucking gorgeous! He's fucking perfect for God's sake!

I immediately regretted what I said and before he could even open his mouth I blurted out, "Shit! Sorry! I don't know why I even said that. Just ignore it, you don't have to-" Bradley cut me off by putting his hand over my mouth.

"It's okay Y/N/N, I'm fine with answering any questions you have for me. We're best friends after all, aren't we?" I nodded in response.

"It's because I never truly or fully like or love them. There's something stopping me from doing that. Because I like that thing so much better and all I do is compare them to her." My eyes widened and heart broke, he was in love with someone? That's why he's never had a long term girlfriend? Because he's in love with another woman?

"Her?" Is all I could say. Tears threatened to come out of my eyes, I couldn't cry in front of him after he said that. It'd make it obvious that I was in love with him.

"Yeah, and she's amazing, I think I love her in all honesty. She's smart, she's funny, she's beautiful and she's brave..." I had to look away so Bradley didn't see me cry. She already sounds so much better than I could ever be and he only named 4 things about her.

"And she's got a Callsign that she hates but I absolutely love..." He grabbed my chin with his index finger and thumb and made me look at him.

"And do you wanna know what her Callsign is?" I nodded my head, wanting to know this amazing woman who made Bradley swoon for her.

"Fox." My heart literally stopped. I couldn't breath. The tears completely stopped and I couldn't help the massive smile that was painted across my face.

"Me?" I just wanted to confirm it. Confirm I wasn't imagining that he said my Callsign.

"Yes you. You're the reason I've never had a girlfriend for longer than a month. Because to me, you're so much better than all of them combined. And before you ask, the reason I didn't tell you is because I thought that if I had told you, you wouldn't feel the same and it would ruin our friendship. And yes I know that that's what every guy says to his girl best friend in most of the movies we've watched. So don't even comment on that." In response to his confession, I threw myself on him in a big hug that knocked him onto his back on the bonnet of his Bronco.

After I pulled away from the hug, I looked into Bradley's eyes and smiled. He loved me. Bradley fucking Bradshaw loves me!

"I love you too Bradley. I always have and I always will." Before he could reply, I connected our lips as I ran my hand threw his hair. His mustache tickled my top lip and it made me giggle slightly. Bradley almost immediately kissed back as his hands trailed down my torso to my waist and pulled my closer. I swiped my tongue across his bottom lip asking for permission and he quickly allowed it. Bradley then squeezed my waist which elicited a slight moan from my mouth.

When we both finally pulled away, Bradley had a look in his eyes that I've never seen before. I furrowed my brows, confused at his expression. "What?" I questioned him and all he did was smile more than he already was.

"I've just realised that my life is perfect now that I have you. And no one else can have you." I rolled my eyes with a playful smile on my face.

"You have to pop the question before you can say that, Rooster." We both now had the same smirk on our faces.

"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you be my girlfriend?" He had a charming mixed with excited smile on his face. One I couldn't say no to of course.

"I would love to be." With that, he pulled my into another kiss.

I finally felt at ease with him. He is basically my emotional support animal but a human. He's always been there for me and now he's my boyfriend. I couldn't be any happier than this right now. Nothing can beat what I'm feeling right now.

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pebbleswritessometimes · 1 year

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Rambles

Summary:

Y/N goes to Principal Weems office to catch her breath after a long day. Beginning to ramble about different things, she unknowingly captivates, Larissa.

To say today was a long day, completely under stated what it felt like. You were completely overwhelmed, on the verge of breaking down, and it felt like the most minuscule thing could make everything go tumbling into a mess. Luckily, you knew exactly where to go. You considered your boss, Principal Weems, to be a friend and a safe space. You weaved your way through the students that were left over in the halls.

Exhaling once you made it to the door of her office, you knocked on the door and waited for an invitation in. Immediately recognizing the rhythm and pattern of your knock, “Y/N, you may come in,” Larissa chimed.

You grinned, waltzing over to the sofa near the fireplace. “Evening, Rissa. I hope your day was better than mine,” you chuckled. “It..was certainly something. Would you like to discuss your day?” She questioned. With a downward smile and shake of your head, you laid yourself down on the cushions. Larissa hummed, turning back to her computer and typing away. While you were absentmindedly staring into the flames and twirling your locks, you remembered something you learned earlier this morning. “Larissa! Did you know that the regular coffee they make at the Café is barely even actual *coffee*???”, wide eyed, you waited for her response. she squinted her eyes, tilted her head, and thought, “That would actually explain why it doesn’t taste very much like coffee.”

Your mind started running through different things you’ve learned and seen the past week. From the tiniest mushroom you’d ever come across, to some school gossip you heard from some of the students, and even the weird guy who was hitting on you at the bookstore.

You flew up, twisting your torso towards Larissas desk, and propping your arms up on the back of the sofa, “I overheard one of my third period students talking about a potential prank they may attempt to pull off over the weekend and- oh! There was the cutest little mushroom on the forest trail, yesterday! I took a picture of it because it was just the sweetest looking thing,” you pause pulling out your phone to show her the fungi you spotted on your walk. Closing her laptop and looking at you curiously, she waited for you to finish walking over. You showed her the mushroom, then proceeded to flip through several other photos of things you had spotted this week. Telling her about the most abundant species of frogs that lived near the pond, mentioning their eating habits and habitat preferences. She just stared at you in wonder as you continued rambling about numerous things. In the middle of informing her that a laser can get trapped in water by something called “total infernal refraction,” you pointed at the corner of her desk and checked to see if it was alright with her that you sat there. She waved you off and encouraged you to continue. She was in awe with how colorful your mind was. You had facts and information on numerous topics, you answered nearly every question she had with complete enthusiasm and somehow tumbled into a new area of interest you had. If there was something no one could ever disagree with, it was the fact that you are an incredible story teller. You use your body and voice to completely immerse yourself and your audience. Nearly folding into herself in a fit of laughter, you continued acting out your encounter with the strange pale, bald man at the book store. “He did have a lovely selection of books though! Speaking of books, I think we may need to replace a couple of them from the library,” you laid on the floor with your legs up on the wall, “one of the kids accidentally spilt a sticky drink on some of the pages of a Botany text book.” She scribbled down the note to herself and stuck it away in a planner. You stopped for a few minutes, curled onto your side, with your phone in your hands and playing a new game you had downloaded. She took the opportunity to just observe you. While doing so, she slid towards the cabinet where she kept the bottles of wine and wine glasses. You looked up to start talking again when you noticed she was no longer in her seat. She suddenly appeared above you holding the bottle in one hand and the glasses in the other. “Would you like to enjoy a glass with me?” She smirked. She walked over to the couch, as you flipped yourself over and pushed yourself up off the ground. You both sat there and nearly lost track of time. She found it kind of funny how easily you could get sidetracked and split off into another direction. She made a mental note of the things that got you really excited and the things that didn’t really interest you all that much. “And THATS why Marilyn doesn’t like croissants,” you said. The entire time, she had her hand on her chin and the wine glass resting in the other, simply admiring you. Eventually, you noticed how much attention she had set on you. You weren’t uncomfortable but you weren’t accustomed to having someone actually listen and enjoy your company for long, either. You started to worry that you had bored her with all of your random knowledge. An apology began to pour itself out of your mouth, until Larissa had cut you off. She reassured you that she enjoyed your company and she appreciated everything you shared with her. She was captivated by you, she couldn’t deny. As the later hours slowly crept into present, you could feel yourself growing tired. Thanking her for the wine and for listening to you for hours, you headed on your way to your room. “Goodnight, Rissa. Thanks again,” you closed the door on your way out. “Goodnight, Dear,” she spoke under her breath. Downing the remaining wine, she sat in front of the fireplace. Realizing that she was undoubtedly, in love with you.

Hope this is okay @littledollll ! My apologies, I forgot to ask for preferred pronouns. 💚

#larissa weems #principal larissa weems #principal weems #wednesday weems #gwendoline christie #larissa x reader #weems #reader

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bump1nthen1ght · 2 years

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Hello! I wanted to ask, in case you were free to write something about it,

I don't remember where i saw the prompt in but, it was about the reader, while being upset and seeking comfort (accidentally?) calling an Incubus/succubus hotline

I think your writing's very neat and i would love to see how you might fill the prompt, be it sfw or not. But also entirely understandable if you don't feel like it!

Wishing you a good day! <3

Sure thing Anon! Thank you for your patience, I really enjoyed this prompt! I also might do a part two to these head canons (if people are interested), as it's mostly first time meet-cute shenanigans and I'd love to do more fluff (and perhaps some NSFW 👀👀)

GN!Reader accidentally calling a spicy hotline SFW headcanons

- You had actually been trying to call your therapist’s office, ironically. You were halfway through an already terrible week and definitely in need of an extra weekend session

- So flustered from crying for the past half-hour, you didn’t think anything of it when the new “receptionist” had a voice like liquid sex.

- “____, huh? That's a nice name, can I get a description to match such a cute name?”

- Uh, weird way to word it, but maybe they needed you to confirm your identity?

- “Sure? I’ve come in to the physical office before, but my birthday is-” You ramble off some descriptors, hoping that's what they’re looking for.

- “Wow, in-person huh. You must be a special treat, dearie, most of my coworkers don’t offer in person services unless very specific circumstances. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your type? I might know some of your past companions, it’s a small office.”

- Ok, this is sounding more and more like a HIPAA violation in the making. And “companion”? What does that even mean??

- “I’ve worked with Dr. Sadith before, but, uh, I’m just calling to meet with Dr. Robert’s today.”

- “Doctor?” The voice asks, slightly losing its extra flirtation. “We don’t have any doctors here, hon, do you know the name of the hotline they’re with?”

- Hotline? What does that-

- Wait, what number is this?? You know the office’s number by heart, so you didn’t save it in your contacts, but you always-

- You look down at unidentified contact number, just realizing you misdialed

- The sexy voice, the personal questions, was this- Oh god did you???

- I’m sorry but-” You rush out, “What is the name of this hotline?”

- “Lonely Nights, dearie, and just so you know we’re only $20/hour. I know some other lines are a bit more expensive, but me and my coworkers are plenty compensated in….other ways.”

- You’d heard of this one before; You think one of you’re friends had sent you the number half as a joke after a particularly bad date you’d had.

- But it is cheaper than your therapist

- “That’s good to hear. Wouldn’t want to support a corrupt business.” You twiddle your fingers, now fully aware of the sensuality of the situation. “What was your name again? I think I missed it.”

- “The name’s Drorgomoth, but my friends call me Drogo. Can I get your name, sweetheart? Or would you prefer I stick to pet names?”

- “Uh, ____’s fine. But the pet names are nice.”

- “Good to hear, ___” They all but purr. “Now, what can I do for you tonight?”

- The downpour of a rant comes before you can stop yourself. You started to feel guilty about 10 minutes in, remembering that this was in fact a very cheap incubus/succubus hotline and you were supplying no sexual energy for Drogo to feast on. Your comments begin to dwindle as you play with the bottom of your pajama shirt, throwing in a lot of “I don’t know, it’s silly” to try to give Drogo (and yourself) a way to end the convo without sounding like a dick.

- “That’s honestly pretty fucked up of them to say. It’s especially unprofessional considering they’re your coworker. How are you feeling about it?”

- (Ok so you know they’re being paid to be nice to you, but goddamnit that was good to hear.)

- “Honestly? Pretty shitty. You’re right, that was fucked up. And you want to know what else they did? They-”

- You banter for another 40 minutes, the conversation ebbing out from your work troubles and more to casual get-to-know you chit-chat.

- (“Alright, how do we feel about pineapple on pizza?” “Oh do not get me started-”)

- You check your clock, remembering the pie you had out in the oven and that you’d seen be moving onto a second hour on the phone line.

- “Well, I should probably let you go, probably some more eager customers that need your attention.” You chuckle, trying to play off how nice this hour has been. “Thanks for listening to me, I know it probably wasn’t what you signed up for on this job, but I really appreciate it.”

- “Honestly, it was really nice for me to.” Drogo says, their natural voice still sultry but far less affected than their performative phone sex one. “Don’t often get some proper chit-chat on the clock. It’s usually right down to business. Plus, you're fun to talk to.”

- “Well I’m glad.” You murmur, double embaressed by how flistered that got you.

- “And-” they add, drawing out their -n sound, “If you ever need a chit-chat buddy, off-the-clock, even, y’know what number to call. Have a great night, ____.”

- Seems like you have a whole new issue to tackle, a crush in a person you’ve never even seen.

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manuchyy · 1 year

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I know this is super random and I'm well aware of the fact that I haven't posted in so long here, but hear me out. I'm a person who has the most lucid and random dreams ever, and today's dream was a new experience.

Ghost piggyback ride?

...Exactly. Me, Ghost and an irl friend of mine were walking through the downtown of my city. I remember Price calling us rambling about some sort of briefing in the middle of the night, so we decide to head to the military base on foot.

While we walked, I noticed Ghost - still in his tactical gear and skull mask by the way - go stiff everytime we walked pass by other men. They would accidentally bump or brush into me, but it was nothing past an accidental bump. Eventually, he just stopped the three of us and told me to get on his back. Confused, I asked why and if he was sure about it to which he just nodded while looking me dead in the eyes.

Well, ghost gave me a piggyback ride to the military base. I remember hearing my friend giggle while she walked along with us, and I was dying inside. Ghost had absolutely no problem with me on his back, he still held my legs but it was as if he wasn't carrying anyone.

When we reached base, my friend went to her team while me and Ghost tried to find Price and the rest of 141. Now, imagine Ghost, giving his smaller squad mate a piggy back ride while walking around the base trying to find his captain. Every soldier that passed by had their eyes on us like we were some sort of abnormality (which...it kinda was).

We eventually found Price and he was talking to 141 and König. Once we approached, they all smiled and said their hellos. Except when Ghost let's me off of him and I hear a "Maus!". When I look up I'm suddenly lifted into the air by König, the man himself, while he spun the both of us.

I woke up shortly after that. It was honestly such a funny experience of a dream, hopefully this can serve as some inspiration for some of you writers out there? Hahaha

If I have another one of these dreams, I will surely share with this community :)

Have a nice one yall! Bye bye!

#simon ghost riley call of duty #ghost mw2 #ghost mwii #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #ghost x you #ghost x reader #simon riley #konig x you #konig cod #konig x y/n #konig mw2

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pattysplaceofplaces · 11 months

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I don't know if you are still accepting requests. . . . . . Could you to do part two for that Doc x Female reader? I hope they can have more cute interactions (Doc's charm is really few people know)(◍•ᴗ•◍)

The Right Choice

Doc x Human Fem Reader

[Author’s Note: Yippee! More writing for Stray! This is a prequel I hope you enjoy! I might also do this sort of storyline with the other bots! Also sorry it took me so long to do this]

Tw: Reader gets scrutinized, reader also fakes her death

Crypto pods began to open in sync with the dome collapsing. Humanity was relieved to find that the world was no longer infested with the plague and that civilization could begin to rebuild itself once more. What the human race wasn’t expecting was for a civilization to have been prospering since they hid away in their crypto pods.

The bots that once served them were living independently with their own sort of government. These bots explored the outside and welcomed humans with open arms. Unfortunately humans were not as kind as the dome was rebuilt and all the bots were forced underground once more, their freedom being short lived. Tunnels were built to the outside but it was built for so that humans could get in, not for bots to get out.

You were one of the few people that were against the bots being locked up underground. Sure they were different but they still felt emotions, it’s not like they were evil ai’s wanted to rule the world like the propaganda said. Most people shrugged you off or even treated you harshly because you were sympathetic towards the bots. You were curious to see what the bots were actually like so as human society continued to rebuild you took a job as a delivery woman. You would deliver things to bots that could only be found on the surface.

You had ended up meeting many types of bots. They were the complete opposite of what humans stereotyped them as. Bots were so kind. They would always thank you when you delivered them a package, they chatted with you and even invited you to hang out with them. Most of them didn’t even care you were human.

That’s how you met Doc. He was always ordering plant specimens and fossils. Because you had stopped by his flat so many times both of you had started talking. He was intelligent but still fun to be around. You stared to give him your old books and taught him about all the history you remember being taught while you were in school. Whenever you worked you would take extra time to converse with him and his friends. They called themselves the Outsiders. They were all bummed about being forced underground but they never held it against you.

You always had a small crush on Doc but you came to terms with it when you met his son, Seamus. His son had talked so highly about him and the way Doc treated his son was filled with such compassion.

When talking with your human friends on the surface sometimes you’d accidentally ramble about your bot friends. Which your friends found annoying but moved on from. You had made the mistake of telling someone you thought you could trust about your feelings for Doc. The next day you were known as the weird girl who had fallen in love with a robot. You began to feel disconnected from humans and the society they built. You no longer felt like a human but you weren’t a bot. You felt like a disgusting fleshy mess that belonged no where.

“Doc, we need to talk.” You broke the silence. You two had a habit of sharing a comfortable silence. He would work on a project and you would read one of the many books he had in his house. The bot’s hands froze at your sudden statement. “Yes dear?” You loved Doc but sometimes it felt like he tortured you with that term of endearment, it made you wish for something you knew you may never have.

You were quiet for a moment, unsure of how you should spill the bad news. “Today is my last day as a deliverer. I got fired.” Now he was looking at you. You would never forgive yourself for telling him this even if it wasn’t your fault. “Meaning I won’t be able to see you or anyone else anymore.” Doc knew something had to be wrong but he wasn’t expecting something of this severity. He was feeling so many things it was hard to name it. Was it sadness? Grief? Longing? Regret? Maybe even anger? The strongest emotion had to be blame. He should have confessed to you when he had the chance. He knew you liked him and he liked but like a fool, he waited for you to confess first.

Doc moved closer to you at a speed you didn’t expect he could move at. “What if you just…Never went back up to the surface?” You open your mouth to speak but he shakes his head, his hands encasing yours. “I know it’s a lot to ask for but are you really happy up there? Do you really want this to be the end?”

You have never seen him this passionate before, you were taken aback. You looked down at your hands and curled your fingers around his metal ones. He was asking for a lot but how could you refuse? You wonder if anyone on the surface would even know that you’re gone. You’re nervous about what the aftermath of this action might be. What if humans used your fleeing as an excuse to cause more controversy? What if they make up a lie that make the bots look bad? The Guardian has always told you that you were the only human that was welcomed and loved by the underground community. You knew that the Guardian would have your back.

He guards the entrance that leads to the surface since it’s no longer necessary to watch out for Zurks. From what the other bots had told you he had amazing fighting skills but you wondered how much he could take.

“Please Y/n, I should have told you before. I shouldn’t have waited. The people here love you, the Outsiders love you, I love you.” You can hear the pleading in his voice. “Whatever problems this causes we can deal with together.”

You nod and the next thing you know, your delivery vehicle is busted up near the deep water of the sewer tunnels. Your work hat and satchel float in the dirty water and in the human world you’re pronounced dead. Yet in the bot world you’re living a life full of love and freedom.

You made the right choice.

#Stray game x reader #Stray doc #stray doc x reader #Robot x reader #Stray cat game x reader

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sketch-mer-6195 · 4 months

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A Recharge (TFA Optimus Prime x Livia Vesperine [OC])

A/N: Okay so... I've just gotten back into writing and lo and behold I am in love with my mechs and bots. And yeah, enjoy! Tag List: @mysticboombox @saberstars

It had been at least 6 months since the Autobots came to Detroit and became the cities new heroes. Sari had deemed them her new found friends and addition to her tiny family. And of course, Sari's nanny and only human tutor had added the new friends into her own life and circle of friends. Livia sat on a bean bag chair that she had purchased and perched on a raised slab of concrete so as not to get squished or accidentally kicked across the peds of the Transformers. It was her little spot where she would keep an eye on Sari and be able to talk to any of the bots that were close by or offered to sit with her.

With Bumblebee and Bulkhead playing with Sari, Prowl was meditating in his room leaving Prime and Ratchet at the computer researching on some updates about some small localized accidents of traffic stops and keeping an eye for Decepticon activity. But Prime had his attention split to the screen before him and the small human sitting in her bean bag chair. He averted his gaze from the screen before him to Livia. Her dark hair tied back in a high ponytail and dressed in her usual jeans and lavender button down shirt. Her sneakers kicked off and sitting next to the chair and cozied up under a fluffy blanket the bots had found for her as a slight housewarming gift of sorts as she was accepted to the team not long ago.

Ratchet, who was watching the young bot in silence, rolled his own optics before ex-venting. The sound caught Optimus’ audials making him look over to the older bot.

“Something the matter, Ratchet?” He asked in genuine concern.

“Not particularly, no. But I was wondering when you will stop lollygagging and talk to Miss Livia instead of just wistfully watching her from a distance.” Ratchet grumbled before smiling slightly.

The Prime blushed a tint of blue before clearing his throat. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

Denial? Oh yeah, Ratchet thought, Optimus had a liking towards her.

As did most, Livia was one of the few organic's who not only treated them equally, but taught them much about Earth Customs. Especially if Sari wasn't clear enough with her own description. Not only that, but she was available to answer any questions from the ‘Bots. And in return, they answered any of her own questions about their technology, culture, and language. As well as self defense just in case. But Prime had a particularly soft spot in his spark for the girl. Livia always had an “open door policy” where she allowed the team to call her anytime. Though sometimes it was while she was dead asleep, she always waved away any concern and always offered her assistance.

In the end, she was really a sweet person to be around and mingle with.

“Oh man!” Livia voiced in shock.

Jumping from her seat and sliding on her sneakers, Livia began to ramble and look around in a tizzy before looking over to Sari.

“Sari, sweetheart. I need you to stay with the Autobots and stay out of trouble, please. I forgot I had an appointment today and I'm running late.” Livia said in a rush before slinging her purse across her chest.

As Livia went down to the ladder to get to the ground, she heard the ped-steps of one of the mechs and looked up to see Optimus standing before her.

“Is everything alright, Miss Livia?” He asked as he watched her begin to walk out of the factory.

“I have a doctors appointment and I totally forgot about it. I'll be back as quickly as possible to pick up Sari.” Livia exclaimed before turning to start walking backwards. “I am so sorry, Optimus.”

“Why not one of us drive you to your appointment?” Bulkhead offered.

“Oh no, you guys have more important issues than me.” Livia waived off the kind offer.

But it was ignored as Optimus transformed to his alt-mode and opened his driver side door for her. “Nonesense, we're here for eachother.”

Livia looked at Optimus’ cabin before nodding and accepting his offer. Climbing into the cabin and closing the door behind her, Optimus waited for her to fasten her seatbelt before driving to her doctors appointment. Ratchet and Bumblebee, along with Sari on Bee's shoulder watched their boss and Livia drive off. Sari squealed in glee causing both bots to panic at her new found excitement.

“What is going on with you, Sari?” Ratchet barked.

With a cheshire smile, Sari giggled. “Isn't it obvious? My Nanny and Optimus have a crush on each other.”

“Yeah Ratchet! It’s so obvious!” Bumblebee agreed before looking at Sari with a questioning look. “What's a crush?”

—

As Optimus, with the help from Livia giving him directions, got her too and from the doctor's office he was driving her back to the base at a comfortable pace and asking questions.

“So you have specialized auduals that enhance your hearing?” He asked.

“Soon, not now. I've had hearing problems since I was a baby from constant ear infections and surgeries. Slowly I lost my ability to hear clearer and clearer, hence why I wore hearing aids. After school and getting the job from Mr. Sumdac as his daughter's nanny and tutor, she was loud enough that I didn't need a new prescription and ultimately losing them by accident.” Livia explained as she watched the city pass by them.

“Then, how can you hear us so clearly?” Optimus added as he slowed to a stop light.

With a small smile, she patted the steering wheel. “You all are rather loud. But it's just enough for me to hear you all pretty well.”

That began to worry the Prime, he never meant to be so loud around her or the other humans. “Am… am I really that loud?”

Livia giggled softly before shaking her head. “Not really, but I can read lips pretty well.” She added.

It took Optimus a moment before he too began to chuckle slightly, a little embarrassed, but glad to know he wasn't as loud as she made it sound like. The rest of the drive was comfortable silence as Livia slowly nodded off and Optimus drove a little more carefully as he could hear her steady and slow breathing. He adjusted his rear view mirror to reflect Livia's relaxed face as she napped in her seat. He had always seen her up and about with Sari, awake in the late nights helping him and his team, and always answering questions. Seeing her recharge was a sight to behold and a moment he could feel proud to witness and offer her.

Slowly driving into the base and not transforming, Optimus rolled into the main living area and to an empty portion of the warehouse that was dimly lit. Ratchet and the rest of the team followed in utter confusion at his odd antics.

“Prime! What exactly are you doing rolling around in here like a-”

“SHHHH!!!! Livia is recharging.” Optimus said in a loud whisper before quietly opening his door to reveal the said girl.

The other bots carefully peeked in to see Livia curled up on the long seat and sound asleep. Sari soon popped her head in and was about to squeal with joy only for Bumblebee to keep a servo over her mouth to keep her silent.

“I'll take her to her guest room so she is more comfortable.” Prowl offered and reached in to carefully pick up the sleeping girl.

“It's okay. I'll… stay like this until she's awake. No need to stir her up while she recharges.” Optimus reassured before clearing his throat quietly.

He thanked Primus himself that his alt-mode hid the ever burning blush on his face plates. Closing the door to his cabin and quietly shooing his team away from him, Optimus sighed and began to warm up a little at the thought of Livia sound asleep inside him. It was odd, but he enjoyed the silence and her presence. Though usually while she was reading or monitoring Sari. But this was better as he kept her in a safe environment while she took a much deserved recharging. No matter what, he wasn't going to ruin this moment.

Anyone wishes to be tagged, please comment and lemme know!

#tfa optimus prime x oc #tfa optimus prime #oc love here #I am back and rolling out the goods

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Ramble to me about anything on your mind today, fandom or irl, I’m listening 🥰💜

Aw, thanks friend! Funny enough, I was thinking about making a personal post last night, so this works out perfectly!

I'm in the mood to talk about some of my WIPs and maybe give some sneak peeks at them. Perhaps, if you like what I have, I'll continue them. Some I'm on the fence about.

Here are some of my WIPs! I'm also including ideas I haven't written yet but want to write eventually. Let me know if any of these ideas strike a cord with you! I may get around to writing them! Rest is under a cut. This is long.

My weird JJK/SK8 the Infinity crossover: This one came about years ago after the onsen episode when Reki was terrified of ghosts. The cast reacted skeptically but as someone who believes in ghosts my first thought was "What if he can actually see them?" This then devolved into adding JJK into the mix as I was heavily watching/reading the series at the time.

The angle of this fic is,"Reki's family are barrier and protective ward experts that aren't fighters. Reki takes a very non-traditional approach to creating wards. He tries to keep that part of his life separate as he's not a full-blown sorcerer. That's not going to happen."

Here is a little bit of it.

"It smelled like rotting seaweed, congealing blood, and decomposing earth. Cold waffled off the curse, as though the curse was stuffed full of dry ice. White, almost see-through wisps danced along the concrete and curled around Reki’s shoes, penetrating the material of his worn sneakers and attacking his feet directly. Reki violently shivered."It smelled like rotting seaweed, congealing blood, and decomposing earth. Cold waffled off the curse, as though the curse was stuffed full of dry ice. White, almost see-through wisps danced along the concrete and curled around Reki’s shoes, penetrating the material of his worn sneakers and attacking his feet directly. Reki violently shivered.

The curse shifted, as though looking up at him. Reki froze and tripped off his skateboard. Tendrils of oozing, sharp panic filled his heart swiftly. His limbs stiffened, and cognitive reasoning began to halt sluggishly. The skin on his arms tingled and all the hair at the back of his neck stood up."

Rainy Day: A fic focusing on Lilia meeting and raising Silver. I have absolutely no idea where my end point is, but I've had this idea in my brain for months. A reason why it's on hold is because Book 7 is happening right now on the Japanese server and my fic will 100% accidentally contradict some canon.

Here is a snippet.

"The bright object quickly revealed itself as a white bundle of cloth as Lilia edged closer. Sighing internally, Lilia removed his hand from his sword. No doubt someone’s laundry had flown off the drying line the moment the storm started. A shame, but returning lost fabric wasn’t Lilia’s job.

Then, the fabric moved and Lilia nearly jumped out of his skin. A second later the cloth blew in the direction of the wind, revealing an infant human face and tuffs of hair so light it was almost as if moonlight had been spun and placed in their head."

Another Post SDR2 healing fic: Exactly what it says on the tin. I've been meaning to write another long "everyone is healing from despair" fic for SDR2 for years. Sadly, I've been stuck on the first bit for a while because I feel overwhelmed. I think the key to this one is to write in scenes rather than in a cohesive story.

Here is a bit of the story so far.

"The computer room, or as Souda loved calling it, the Pod People Room, was the coldest place on Jabberwock Island. A truly miraculous feat, if Hajime’s opinion was asked, given the stagnant temperatures of the island that never dropped and instead rose in intensity. Like any place located by the ocean, Jabberwock Island also boasted a healthy dose of humidity that hovered over them like a thick woollen blanket in a sauna. However, in the confined dark space of the computer room the heat remained outside, barricaded by a set of heavy metal doors. Along with the multiple computer screens, various keyboards, and creaky chairs (that Souda swore he’d fix) made it easy for someone to accidentally shift his body position to a hunch for several hours at a time."

Love at first stab attempt: A while ago I wrote a "Hajime and Nagito are both serial killers AU fic". I didn't address how they met. This fic was supposed to do that. However, I got busy and I haven't touched this fic in a while.

Here is a snippet.

"Instead, his brain firmly reminded him of the hours spent sitting cross legged on his plush blue rug in the living room, examining and arranging an array of chronologically arranged Polaroids. How many hours had Nagito sunk into reviewing and planning? How many nights had Nagito spent painfully awake staking out various locations? Sadly, Nagito could answer and it drove him to press onward in the summer heat.

The things he did for justice and self-satisfaction. The woes and turmoil of being a serial killer. Though, that label made Nagito’s brain itch. Not that he could find a better descriptor for himself. He’d tried but ultimately failed."

Honourable Mentions AKA I might expand on these ideas if I feel like it and people are interested.

Spirit Medium Hajime ft. Something is Rotten in the state of Jabberwock Island: Another story snippet I posted to AO3. I kept thinking how interesting it would be if Hajime was a legit shaman that could see spirits and eased them to the afterlife. However, because SDR2 is in the Neo World Program there are no ghosts, thus this tips Hajime off that something is wrong on the island.

The Awakening Trio and Anankos with a Siren Voice that calls to them because they drank his blood: Again, another snippet I posted to AO3. I've always wanted to write another Anankos/Trio fic, and I'm in love with the Trio being called out by Anankos. Very dramatic.

Shouichi drinks from a bottle to suppress his memories. Byakuran doesn't care so long as Shouichi is with him: Once more, here is the snippet of this idea I posted to AO3. I'm always here for "Shouichi with poor coping mechanisms because Byakuran."

Ideas I haven't written anything for yet but I will eventually

-Detective AU where the Trio or Leo/Odin/Niles can see spirits and that's why they can solve all crimes. They just ask the spirits lingering around the scene. @someobscurereference wrote this idea as my birthday gift, but there are so many fun angles to explore!

-Vil/Rook and the list of classmates they both want to high key kiss/sleep with together. It's essentially my excuse to write one of my favourite angles to their relationship "They're madly in love with one another but are secure enough to add a third party member to the mix once in a while".

-10051: A darker Shouichi who decides to use Byakuran's possessiveness to kill off "bad people" in the world. It's of course, a slippery slope to maintain and thus makes Shouichi very, very morally grey. Though, on the flip side, I think it's funny that Shouichi 100% has the power to pout and largely get what he wants from Byakuran.

-Bungou Stray Dogs: ADA Chuuya and Dazai. Yeah, it's a classic but I want to write another BSD fic and I love Soukoku.

-Something for the Bar AU. If you haven't read any of @m34gs Bar AU, I highly recommend it! It's essentially our massive crossover idea that boils down to "There is a dimension crossing bar and people from various fandoms meet one another there. They have no idea what's up with their respective fandoms. Usually." While so far it's mostly been written by M34GS, I've contributed so many ideas over the years that it's our series.

-Post series Buddy Daddies and them raising Miri: Is this a new fandom I'm seeing?? Maybe? I'm still very on the fence about this idea so no promises.

#personal #replies #writing #wips

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zelda7999 · 1 year

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New Horizons CH2 - An Accidentally Undercover fic

Words: 4,620 | Approx. reading time 17 min

Wooooo! This one took a bit, but I had so much fun! Y/N and Eclipse go to a Street Fair! :D

Not edited nor beta read, all mistakes are mine

Accidentally Undercover by @lavenoon

Read the fic under the cut!

You’ve been working with the agency for a couple months now, and with all honesty? They were the best months of your life. The last time you felt this alive was back when you were freshly in college, back then you felt like your life was coming together. (Which wasn’t wrong, but also wasn’t entirely correct either.) Now with your current job, you realized that this is what it really felt like when things clicked into place. You loved your coworkers, you loved your work, and even more than that you loved having someone to share your interests with.

Every step of the way Eclipse had been there to soak in every ramble, discussion, and sometimes even talking about life outside of work. A big no-no with your other coworkers, but Eclipse didn’t seem to mind at all. Which was a slight relief, you had no clue if you could really keep everything secret. Eclipse seemed to share the sentiment, or if he didn’t he at least didn’t mind the life talks. Today in particular was turning out to be one of those life talk days.

“Oh wow, apparently the total lab explosions have gone down since I started working here! And productivity is up. I could have sworn we caused more explosions together than anything though…“

You flip a page on the lab report and hum some more before Eclipse chimes in.

“I thought we’d had less fire extinguishers than usual!”

A giggle escapes you at the reminder of the multiple fire extinguishers stored around the lab. Truly, it was well above the average a normal lab needed. For this lab however, it was usually dangerously close to not enough. Despite how surprising the lab report was though, it was also good to hear they were exploding a lot less. You continue skimming the report and mindlessly your necklace finds it’s way to your mouth, just holding it there and feeling the chain on your tongue.

You’re rereading the same sentence for maybe the third time when the report is slid out of your hands and replaced with a fidget. It’s a recent one Eclipse got you, it’s a dough ball matching the one he lent you your first day. When you look up to meet his gaze he just casually gestures to his own mouth. That’s when you drop your necklace from yours and chuckle awkwardly. Not the first time he’d caught you chewing on your necklace, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

“Excited for the weekend? You said you were meeting friends!”

Oh right, you forgot to tell him. Earlier in the week you had excitedly told him about this huge street art fair you and a couple friends were going to… However, that plan spontaneously combusted when said friends started bickering. From there it devolved into a fight, and you were left sitting on the sideline powerless to convince them to stop. So they ended up calling off all plans on account they didn’t want to go if the other was going to be there.

“Sadly my weekend plans are kind of kaput. My friends… let’s just say made other plans.”

“Oh, what are you doing instead?”

“I might just stay home. The street fair would be no fun alone.”

“We could go together?”

You freeze, your hands growing still instead of playing with the dough ball. Could they really do that? Technically their identities were supposed to stay secret from one another, no outside contact. However… You both did tell each other your names on the first day of meeting, and then continued to call each other by first name despite the rules. Not to mention you both talked about your civilian lives while in work.

“Could we?”

Honestly, the idea was exciting. You really liked Eclipse. Originally you thought he was just a really close co-worker, but the more you two worked together the more you realized… That joke you made on your first day? ‘Is this love?’ Well, it might not have been a joke.

“I don’t see why not, I have no plans this weekend!”

“Well… Then it’s a date! Here, let me give you my number.”

You swipe a stickie note off your desk and jot your number down onto it. You grab one of his hands and stick the note onto it, he doesn’t remove it he just looks at it and smiles wider.

“I will see you this weekend then! Oh! oh! and I’ll text you my address later too!”

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face even if you wanted to. Going out with him this weekend? Even if it wasn’t an actual ‘date’ you were still seeing him outside of work! And you were going to tell him your address? Maybe this was crossing some company line, but screw it. You already broke those rules first day, what’s the point in keeping up with something you hardly followed in the first place?

The rest of your work day couldn’t go by any faster. While you loved what you did, it currently couldn’t compare to your new weekend plans. You also couldn’t help but notice all the shared looks and smiles between you and Eclipse, you were both excited. Which lead to more explosions… But hey, you were perfectly safe behind him! And your notes were filled with precious details so it might not blow up next time. Might being the key word.

Once the end of your shift rolls by you can’t make it home any faster. You grab food on the way home because honestly, you were lying to yourself if you thought you were going to cook anything. Then you receive the awaited text! With that, Eclipses number is instantly added to your phone. An absolute win!

“Send me a picture of you for your contact info on my phone!”

The reply comes quick, a selfie of Eclipse in casual clothes you never thought you’d see him in. A graphic tee with bright pastel colours of a sky, overtop of that he wears a pastel pink over shirt with bright tie-dye colours. You giggle a little thanks to the angle of the photo, which allows you to see he is clearly fidgeting with his lower arms while taking the photo with his upper. Well, it’s only fair now that you reply with a photo yourself!

Most people would consider your style outside of work to be a little more on the alt side. To you, it was simply what was comfortable. A dark crop top hoodie sporting some constellation designs, with a plain T-shirt and some cargo pants. The more pockets the better, and you could never go wrong with cargo pants.

“Excited for tomorrow! Meet me at [Your address]”

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The next day rolls around, and as you’re getting ready multiple knocks sound at the door. That couldn’t be him already, could it? Then it dawns on you, you didn’t tell him a time… of course you forgot that crucial piece of information!

“Just a moment!”

Shirt, shoes, pants, phone, uhhh sweater! You needed a sweater. You pull free a crop top hoodie from a pile on your bed, throw it on and open the front door. Like expected, the tall animatronic is standing on the other side.

“Come in, I have a few more things I need to do before we go!”

Eclipse ducks under the doorframe and the door clicks shut behind him. He can barely stand up in your place, but thanks to the decently high ceilings at least he’s not hunched over.

“Make yourself at home, really I’m just checking my pockets to make sure I don’t forget something.”

“Wallet and ID’s?”

“Oh shoot you’re right. See there’s a reason you have to let me into the lab everyday.”

You excuse yourself to go grab your wallet, meanwhile Eclipse moves further into the house. Specifically, the living room. It’s not much, but it’s yours. Everything in the room a collection of items lovingly displayed over the years. Some pictures are hung on the walls, some of them are family pictures but the majority of them are painted portraits sporting your signature at the bottoms. Lining any free walls are bookshelves stacked to the brim with different kinds of books, and seemingly no organization system to be found. The last section of the living room his eyes land upon is the couch and small TV hanging across from it.

Did you have enough blankets on that couch? Eclipse takes at seat on the couch and runs his hands over several of the blankets. All of them are either fluffy, or have some sort of soft texture to them.

“Hey Eclipse, catch!”

He looks up from the blankets in time to catch a small purple box with a orange bow on top. In his hands it’s almost funny how tiny it is.

“What is it?”

Eclipse shakes the box slightly, a light jingling sounds from the box.

“Open it and find out! I saw it the other day and thought of you, but I didn’t think I’d have a chance like this to give it to you.”

“Oh!”

He opens the little box, placing the orange ribbon in his pocket for later. Inside the box is a charm bracelet. The entire thing has different charms looking of varying ages, they weren’t all bought at the same time. There’s a sun charm, a moon, star, clouds, and one that looks handmade! It’s an eclipse charm.

“You’re always doing hand motions when you talk, aaand since you like fidgets… I thought maybe something you could wear outside of work would be nice. It’s pretty and if you change the charms it could probably jingle a little more too!”

“That’s very thoughtful! Thank you so much! I love the charms, did you make this one yourself? Oh this one’s my favourite!”

Eclipse is already putting the bracelet on and another pair of arms is pulling something out of his own pocket.

“I have something for you too! If you’ll take it that is.”

“Of course I will! What is it?”

His smile widens a little as he places something into your hands. Thanks to how big his own are, you don’t even get a peak until said hands withdraw. Seems he had a similar idea! It’s also jewelry, however his gift to you is a necklace. There’s only one charm on it, a crescent moon with sun rays coming out behind it. An Eclipse. The charm makes you smile way too much, and better yet it’s soft to the touch.

“When you’re focused you chew on your necklace. I think this Chewlery will be a lot better to fidget with than your metal necklace.”

“Thank you so much! Can you help me put it on?”

“Of course.”

You step closer and hand him the chewlery so he can help. Even sitting on the couch he’s taller than you, at least his size makes it easy for him to put it on you.

“Thank you Eclipse. Wow, what a way to start the day. We’ve not even gone to the street fair yet! Speaking of, ready?”

“Yes! Are you?”

“Yeppers! Let’s get going, it’s a short walk from here. Maybe 20 minutes tops if we take the scenic route.”

He nods to you and then you’re off. During the walk you and Eclipse talk. Complimenting each others style outside of work, commenting on your neighbours houses, noting everyone who’s still had Christmas lights hanging up (despite the time of year), and once you’re closer to the fair you’ve moved onto some of the fair events. Mostly it was a place for artists in the city to sell and show off their art. There were artists of all kinds here, painters, digital, writers, and quite a few crafters and sculptors.

“I’m really hoping my favourite stall returned this year. I think you’ll really really like it!”

“What’s the stall?”

“Okay, so it’s really simple actually… But when my Dad used to take me here he got me one every year! It’s just a balloon with an elastic tied to it, but they turned it into a toy. You put the elastic around one finger and bounce it. I forget what they called them, but they always make me smile.”

Did Eclipse always stand this close when you walked? Or was this something he did when outside of work? Oh! and that look he was giving you! All you did was get excited about some little balloons tied to an elastic, it couldn’t be that interesting a topic.

“Eclipse? Do I have something on my face?”

No response, just more staring with a (admittedly cute) smile plastered on his face.

“Ecliiiiipse? Hello? Earth to Eclipse?”

You wave your hand in front of him, jumping to try and get in his face a little. That’s when he stops staring and laughs at your jumping.

“Did you like the balloon’s that much? We can go find the stall and get some.”

“Absolutely we should! You got them every year after all, let’s not break the tradition!”

’Tradition’ was a strong way to put it, but if it meant you might attend every year with Eclipse… Maybe it would turn into a tradition. Definitely something you could get used to. The streets containing the fair are completely crowded once you’ve arrived. Almost every stall has at least 10 or more people looking through the art, and music is live in the air with street performers. Even better, you can smell the food from different food trucks… and your stomach was really liking the idea of getting some.

“Where should we start first?”

“Mmmmm… Food first. I skipped lunch so I could get something from here.”

“Oh, well that’s not good. Let’s get you food!”

You nod and before you start slipping through the crowds you dare to reach up and grab one of his hands. He looks down at you for a moment before his fingers lock with your own. Oh goodness that feeling again, maybe you really are in love. Leave it to an 8ft celestial animatronic to make your heart flutter like a caged bird. Hopefully he can’t feel or detect heartbeats. If he can… Then you have no good excuse at the ready. Pushing those thoughts away you continue walking and lead him to a food truck.

Definitely not the most healthy food, but it would be satisfying nonetheless. Waiting in the long line has you feet aching a bit, but it’s worth it once you order and receive your food. You’re more than ready to keep walking when Eclipse pipes up.

“Would you like to sit while you eat? There’s a free bench over there.”

You look around to try and spot where he’s looking, but you can’t see a bench anywhere. Eclipse seems to realize this and leads you through the crowd of people to it. Indeed, there was a nearby empty bench. The advantages of being 8ft tall and seeing over majority of the crowd!

“Thanks Eclipse!”

“You’re welcome, now sit and eat!”

You nod and take a seat on the bench. The remaining amount of bench quickly taken by Eclipse beside you. Before today it wasn’t really a habit of yours to sit beside Eclipse, but the closeness now has another question popping into your head. Did he always sit this close to everyone? This time you decide to bring the question to life, it leaves your lips and a click-click of Eclipse beside you, and the now outrageous amount of personal space is both answer enough and staggering.

“Wait, I might have asked if you being that close was normal, but I wasn’t complaining!”

His eyes widen ever so slightly as you scoot closer to him, closing the space he just made.

“My apologies, I thought you were mentioning it because you didn’t like it.”

“Oh, no! Not at all! I was really just curious. I don’t get to experience this side of you in the lab.”

“So you really don’t mind the closeness?”

“I don’t mind at all, I actually quite like it. As much as I like being close with others, most people in my life tend to want their personal space. I just want to be close with those I care about. I guess I can see how some people are annoyed by it, I just personally don’t get it.”

There’s that look again! You will really need to bring that up at some point. However, now is hardly the time as Eclipse is now closing what very little space was left. Two arms testing the waters and draping themselves around you, while he slowly gets closer. You don’t fight it, nor make any direct mention of it. It… It was nice, and oh lord it was making your heart pound even harder.

“I-I should eat my food, don’t mind me.”

You awkwardly laugh and shove some of your food into your face. Anything to look away from Eclipse and his oh so soft and adorable expression. The deep affection in his eyes. The- Oh my goodness, you really were in love! And now more food is stuffed into your face to avoid blushing more at the thought. In record time the food is gone and you’re left wondering if Eclipse has noticed your odd behaviour. He’s brilliant, there’s absolutely no way he’s not noticed. However, sparing a glance back at him… The same puppy dog look is on his face.

“W-Well, ready to go now Eclipse? We can go look for that Balloon stall and check out the others on the way too!”

“Oh- Yes!”

The two of you can’t get up any faster. Your heart pounds in your chest, red blush on your face threatening to give your feelings away. Meanwhile the constant sound of mechanisms and servos is thrumming beside you.

“They usually set up this way. Follow me!”

You start walking and Eclipse follows beside you, even closer than before. At least you don’t have to worry about losing him in a crowd. However when the worry does arise as the crowds thicken, you don’t even have to make the first move. Eclipse is a step ahead of you and had already grabbed your hand with not one, but two of his own. Your chest heats up while your heart beats aggressively against it. Thankfully there are more than enough art stalls and booths around to distract!

You drag Eclipse from stall to stall, and he does the same to you. Whenever something catches one of your eyes you’re already dragging the other off to look at it. The excitement fuels you both. It only grows once you do find the balloons you mentioned earlier. You almost bounce out of your shoes while looking at them.

“Look! There’s a pastel balloon, that’d be perfect for you Eclipse!”

You’re quick to pick it up and show him, it’s a simple balloon. No designs, just pastel purple.

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it! What an amazing colour!”

“Could you pick one out for me?”

He nods and starts surveying the balloons. There’s all kinds. Pastels, bright colours, patterned ones, themed, anything you could ask for really. Ah, but there’s the perfect one for you. Eclipse picks up a dark purple balloon covered in bright neon designs.

“Something to match your flair for theatrics! Neon other than you could be as bright!“

You smile at the pun and an absolutely wicked idea pops into existence.

“Lunar or later I’ll come up with a better pun to reply with. For now though!“

You yoink the balloon he’s holding and pay for both yours and his. A sly smirk spreads across your face as you turn back to him, plopping the new pastel fidget into his hand.

“I think this puts us on neutron ground!“

“What a spectacular wax of kindness.“

You grin and dramatically bow to him, grabbing one of his free hands and walking once more. The street fair was going well, the two of you had been there for a couple hours now and it was the best one you’ve been to. Having someone who matched your energy… It was like nothing you’d experienced before. You and Eclipse had walked all the way to the end of the street fair, you were considering walking back through it all to take a last peak at your favourites before heading home.

“Which ones did you want to see again?”

“Oh there’s so many. I really liked the on-”

Midsentence Eclipse goes stiff, anything he was doing instantly stops and his eyes go dark.

“Eclipse?”

Panic truly sets in when you see him practically crumble to the ground, you jump back so he doesn’t fall on you. This had happened in the lab once but that was it. Never again had you seen it happen after that, but you did know what was happening thankfully. He had explained it at the time as it being the robotic equivalent to Narcolepsy. He would be back up in a minute or so, nothing to be too worried about… But it was concerning nonetheless that your friend suddenly crashed.

“Uh, are they alright?”

You turn to the stranger who’s pointing down at Eclipse, you quickly nod and put your hands up.

“Oh! Yes, he’s alright. He’ll be up in a minute. Don’t worry!”

They shrug and walk away, to which you then look back down to Eclipse. Too bad you weren’t stronger, or you would move him to a better spot to sit. Instead you just take a seat beside where he lays. Like you said to the stranger before, (and a few others who passed by) Eclipse came back on after a minute. He slowly sits up and puts a hand to his head.

“Eclipse! You okay? I can’t imagine falling over like that is fun.”

He doesn’t reply immediately, a soft static filled groan is all you get as he slowly stands back up.

“I’m alright. I didn’t fall on you did I? Why are you also on the ground?”

“You didn’t fall on me, I just thought sitting next to you was better than standing. Y’know, keeping you company.”

It’s your turn to stand now, Eclipse offers two hands to help hoist you to your feet.

“Thanks. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes. Thank you for looking out for me.”

“Of course! I’m just glad I knew what was happening. Otherwise I would have really panicked.“

“Sorry for worrying you.”

“No, no. Really, it’s okay! I’m just glad you’re okay. Want to take a break? We could go back to one of our places. Maybe come back for the night activities?”

Eclipse ponders the options for a little. Maybe he would agree, but if he was fine to keep going then you had no objections to walk back through the street fair. However, maybe you wanted the break more than he might… Your feet hurt after walking for so long, and it was only getting worse while standing here. You really didn’t notice before, you were too busy enjoying yourself.

“I’m alright to keep going, but if you would like to take a break we can.”

“Hmmmm… Actually, sure. I can’t stand or walk for as long as you after all. Should we head back to my place? We’d have to walk through the street fair again, but it’s close enough if we don’t get distracted walking through.”

“If we continue this way my apartment is closer actually.”

“Wait, we live that close?”

“We do! I was surprised as well, the walk to your place was delightfully interesting!”

“How so?”

“So much to see, and you’re right on the edge of downtown. You’re roughly 30 minutes away from the nearest shopping centre, and all the while close to work. From where we are currently, we’re 12 and a half minutes away from my apartment. There is quite a lot to see between our two homes thanks to our locations.”

You nod along as he speaks. You’d never thought of it like that, you did live in a pretty interesting area. Housing wasn’t made in area’s like yours anymore, most of it was shopping or apartments. You were lucky to even find a house.

“I guess I’ve never thought of that… Huh. Why don’t you tell me more while we walk?”

Eclipse is more than happy to tell you about everything he saw on his first walk over, as he leads you towards his apartment you can’t help but add onto whatever he tells you. Recalling stories about some of the houses, telling him about some of the shopping centre’s history, and you even knew some of the shops he mentioned walking by. Like he said earlier, you were only 12 and a half minutes away from his place. So the walk isn’t long but you still find yourself surprised when you get there.

The two of you rest for a bit at his apartment, while you continue to talk Eclipse gets some extra charge in for if you two do decide on the night activities. However… You don’t get that far. His place was comfortable, homey. He decorated a little similarly to you, though based on how you two were? Made sense, you two clicked particularly well after all. Admittedly though… You ended up getting a little too comfortable at his place. While Eclipse took a moment to himself to charge and put some of the items he bought away, you find yourself drifting off on his couch.

When you wake up, you have no clue what time it is. One of those naps where you have to check if a week passed or not. You shift where you are and sit up a little, taking a look around. You were still in Eclipse’s apartment. Did you… Did you really just fall asleep in your co-worker’s apartment? On your first visit?

“Did you rest well? You must have been tired!“

“Oh geez, I am so sorry. What time is it?”

“Five O’clock! You weren’t out for long, not to worry.”

Oh good, you sigh in relief. At least you weren’t asleep on his couch for that long.

“Want to go back to the fair?”

You hum as you wait for the words to form. You were still tired, and the night activities wouldn’t start until 6pm. Maybe the two of you could stay here and wait, maybe just talk a little more.

“Could we wait actually? I’m still a little tired, and if I can be completely honest with you. I would be more than happy to just talk for a while.”

With you now awake, you pat the spot beside yourself and beckon Eclipse over. He moves quickly and takes the spot beside you. Both of you scoot a little closer to the other once comfortable, and Eclipse is the one to start the conversation. Bringing up a new prototype he wanted to start on and wanted your opinion, and since you were here anyways… Might as well! The rest of your time is spent talking about the prototype and from there it gets a little out of hand. Different ideas popping to mind, both of your energies hyping the other up to make even more ideas. You both completely forget about the street fair, but neither of you mind.

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BONUS;

Eclipse, texting Sun & Moon in a group chat: sends selfie of him and Y/N

Eclipse: Y/N and I at the street fair!

Moon/Sun: I thought Y/N was your co-worker?

Eclipse: Yes! Agent Neon!

Moon/Sun: …

Eclipse: In my defense, they gave me their number first :)!

#My Writing #Accidentally Undercover #Accidentally Undercover fanart #Accidentally Undercover Eclipse #Eclipse X Reader #EEEEEEEEEE I HAD FUN MAKING THIS ONE #A LIL DATE!!#HEHEHEHE #ECLIPSE IS SUCH A CUTIE #I NEED TO DRAW HIM TOMORROW #or maybe later tonight?#we'll see >:)

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memethebum · 1 year

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Finished this one-shot just in time for today!!!

It’s mostly Maka trying to be a good partner and Soul being shocked at someone actually caring about him lol

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Maka would often find herself questioning if she’d accidentally partnered with an undercover vampire instead of an actual human being more times than she’d been comfortable with.

It was also during these moments when the meister would question what she had seen in a grouchy shark-toothed boy that had her trying to make due with his lazy shrugs whenever she’d ask him anything about his life before coming to Death City or how he didn’t even have the slightest hint of academic motivation in him.

However, despite her qualms with Soul and their developing partnership, she still couldn’t help but feel as if the constant rumors surrounding him were a bit off-putting.

She’d figured her empathy was mostly coming from when everyone found out about her sleaze of a papa or even hanging around Black*Star and fighting off people who would come after him for his clan’s actions, but the way her blood boiled from the silent whispers she would hear while walking to their next class made the meister realize these feelings ran a little deeper than just feeling sorry for Soul.

Her partner didn’t really seem to mind all the weird stares and small tidbits of gossip that would float around the hallway all that much, at least that was the impression Maka had been getting. He would usually ramble in the hallways about all the work they’d been getting and would even laugh after Black*Star pelted spitballs at students whenever they’d whisper Eater within his earshot.

It doesn’t really seem right, but no one is getting hurt by all the rumors so I guess it doesn’t really matter all that much Maka would eventually settle upon after thinking over the situation, hoping that the mantra would eventually quell the sinking feeling in her chest everytime she’d hear the tittering whispers that would echo across each hallway they walked.

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“Oh good Maka, you’re still here!” a voice singed from beside the meister, causing her to turn around in suprise.

She was instantly met by a wide smile from Sara, a classmate she’d known since elementary school and daughter of the woman her papa had not only danced with at their kindergarten party but also gotten a bit comfortable with up until her mama had caught him sleeping around with half the city.

Sara had never held a grudge against Maka for the whole situation, since she didn’t seem to have a good relationship with her mother, but the two girls hadn’t really spoken outside of class either.

“Hi Sara…,” Maka added before giving the other girl a sheepish smile.

“I’m really sorry to hear about what your partner has been up to, even though everyone kinda called it since the beginning of this semester. But hey, my friend Cindy is looking for a new meister so you could always fill out a partner switch form for-“

“Wait, what has Soul been up to?” Maka hastily added above the other girl’s offer.

“Death, you don’t know? There’s been a student ambushing meister-weapon pairs during their missions and stealing pre-kishin souls. Guess Eater got a little too addicted to the flavor or whatever messed up high you’d get off sallowing those things,” Sara then sighed before pressing her back against the row of lockers behind them.

“I-,” Maka began to start, although she quickly became too focused on the way her fingers gripped her black skirt in uncertainty.

“Hey, what’s taking you so long,” Soul called from one end of the hallway, prompting both girls to jump at the sound of his voice.

“We gonna practice today or not?” he then questioned once reaching Maka’s locker.

“I’ll have Cindy text you over the break,” Sara whispered to Maka before jogging past Soul and offering a flimsy wave in farewell.

The meister gave the girl a small wave in return before regarding Soul, who had slouched against the lockers and started to tap one of his shoes against the smooth floor in impatience.

“Sorry, Soul. I’ve got all my stuff, so let’s head out,” she murmured to her partner while desperately attempting to keep her eyes from looking in his direction.

He responded with a grunt in approval and they began to silently walk through the classrooms that lined each side of the hallway.

Eater…addicted…messed up thought Maka as her mind felt like it was going to split in half from the new information she was given.

She was suddenly propelled out of her thoughts once feeling a soft object touch her shoulder, causing the meister to look over and find Soul holding up a towel in her direction.

“You always bitch about being sweaty after practice so I thought this would help,” he coughed as Maka took the thin cloth from him.

“Th-thanks” the meister whispered in stunned silence, only for Soul to scoof in response.

“Don’t mention it. I’m your partner aren’t I?” he added with a shrug before Maka let out a low hum.

Everyone only sees him as “Eater”… she thought to herself as they continued their walk towards the training grounds.

Her thoughts began to gradually shift towards the moments when Soul would stop and fish out a few quarters from his back pocket whenever they’d come across a street musician while walking to his apartment. She then began to reflect on the time her partner caught her crying in an alleyway during a thunderstorm and how he’d offered his school-jacket to keep her dry before jogging them over towards Deathbucks and buying her a steaming cup of hot chocolate while battling against a sneezing fit.

But what I’ve seen is completely different from the rumors going around and… that seems to be a good enough reason for me to stay with him Maka internally noted before tightening her grip on the towelshe’d gotten from him.

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Thanksgiving break seemed to go by in a flash for Maka.

Soul and her had been practicing almost everyday in preparation for their pre-kishin hunt on Thanksgiving day, and aside from the usual stop she’d make at her papa’s house, they’d been spending most of their time together.

Their usual routine had caused Maka to begin reading at her papa’s house during the afternoon while Soul took a nap at his apartment, allowing them both a little detox from their newly formed partnership.

The meister had been engrossed within her hardcover of The Princess Bride when she heard her phone suddenly buzz on-top the bedside table.

- Hi, this is Cindy ;) - Maka read on her notification screen.

- Sara gave me ur number. Soo have u picked up a partner swap form yet? - Cindy then sent, causing the meister’s chest to tighten from the guilt she’d felt after doubting her partner last week.

- Hey, can u give me give me until the end of the break to think about everything? - Maka hastily sent to the other girl.

She didn’t even have to wait thirty seconds before her phone vibrated once more.

- K, I’ll see u at school :P - the meister read before snapping her phone shut and tossing it towards the other end of her bed.

I should’ve just told her the truth Maka huffed to herself before thinking about the way Sara, Cindy, and practically the whole school antagonized Soul for how he absorbs pre-kishin souls after their missions.

So he eats souls, what about it? They’re acting like that’s the only thing he lives off of she internally huffed before laughing at the image of Soul stuffing his face with spaghetti during lunch or morphing his lips into a small smile when she’d offer to share some of her bento with him after practice.

The memories seemed to suddenly strike Maka into action, causing the meister to quickly pick up her phone and start walking towards the house’s front door before she could even formulate the plan that was brimming within her mind.

She then ran over to the local grocery store just as the sun had finally given itself up to the lull of sleep.

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“What’s going on here?” Spirit called from the living room, forcing Maka’s body to go completely rigid from the unwelcome intrusion.

“None of your business.” she stated before focusing all her attention on the recipe that was listed on the biscuit mix box.

The meister could feel her papa’s gaze focus upon a package of small turkey wings she’d found on sale at the grocery store and then move towards a pile of sweet potatoes that were resting beside the kitchen sink.

“If you wanted me to cook for Thanksgiving, you should’ve just said so Angel-“

“This is for me and Soul!” Maka breathed through her teeth before losing her grip on the measuring she’d been using.

The meister hastily brought a hand up towards her face as a waft of flour hit her nostrils while she tried to frantically grab the kitchen utensil.

The pressure her papa had brought into the room finally began to sink in, causing Maka to get down onto her knees and try to control her breathing.

Spirit continued to stay quiet for a few minutes, allowing his daughter time to compose herself before she heard his footsteps grow closer towards her hunched figure.

“Oh no, I completely forgot to sweep the floor this morning. Guess now would be a good time to do it,” her papa said before making his way over to the storage closet and taking out a broom.

“Hmm, that bowl I make cookies in would be a good size for making biscuit dough,” he lightly whispered, eliciting Maka to finally gaze in his direction without having to suppress an overwhelming rage that would come whenever she’d notice his crimson hair or emerald eyes that looked painfully similar to her own.

She found Spirit slowly sweeping up the layer of flour upon the tiles and couldn’t stop herself from remembering the nights he’d cook dinner for the both of them while her mama was away on an extravagant trip outside the country.

Maka then slowly rose to her feet once more before moving closer towards her papa in order to instinctively grab the bowl he had mentioned.

The proximity allowed her to notice how disheveled he appeared, and she wasn’t the least bit surprised when the heavy smell of alcohol hit her nostrils after he let out a sigh.

They both worked in silence after that as Maka prepared the biscuit dough and packed it into a small container. She began to pile the turkey legs into a bowl while dolefully recalling that seasoning food wasn’t exactly her strong suit.

“Looks like I’m done,” her papa exclaimed from behind her as she heard him open a drawer and begin rummaging through it.

The meister was just about to look back in confusion before the man silently placed a few seasoning containers next to her.

She stared at the containers in stunned silence for a few moments before slowly picking one up.

“People ususally add half a teaspoon of oregano,” Spirit chimed, prompting Maka to crane her head in the direction of his voice and watch as her papa turned his back towards her and begun to pick up a dirty dish from the sink.

It didn’t take long for the meister to open a drawer and pull out a teaspoon, hoping that it wouldn’t be too difficult to tiptoe around her papa’s directions for the rest of the meal she needed to prepare.

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“Good morning Soul!” Maka called before slamming his door open, only to be met with a long groan from her partner.

“Maka, it’s only 1 p.m.,” he muttered before sinking his face into a pillow, causing her to giggle at his displeasure.

“Yea, and you’re the only person I know who’d say it’s too early to get up at this time,” she added before walking towards his bed.

“C’mon, I didn’t wanna make breakfast before you got up. It won’t taste as good if it’s cold,” the meister urged while poking at Soul’s shoulder.

Her partner let out a stifled yawn before emerging from his blanket cocoon and raising his arms in a stretch.

“Geez, did ya’ really have to make me feel bad about you waiting to eat? I feel like such a bad partner now” he added with a snicker before Maka rolled her eyes.

“Just go brush your teeth already,” she replied before shuffling back towards the kitchen.

I have to make every moment count today Maka then thought before opening up the fridge and gazing at all the containers she’d hauled with her to Soul’s apartment.

“Wow…looks like you went all out,” Soul voiced a few minutes later, elicting the meister to hum in surprise before looking over her shoulder.

She was then met with her partner eyeing the plate of maple peach pancakes she’d had waiting for him at the table before he got settled into his seat and picked up a fork.

“Do you like them?” she questioned once he plopped a giant slice into his mouth, only to grin at him as he let out a hum in approval.

“Yea, they’re really good!”Soul added before licking off a thin glaze of maple syrup at the corner of his lip and eagerly grabbing the fork for a second slice.

“I’d been worried at first since they’re a little overcooked,” Maka added as she finished getting her own pancakes ready and sat down next to him.

“Right, I forgot. You wanna be a perfectionist about everything,” Soul snorted before regarding her with a cocky grin, which Maka responded to with a half-hearted pout.

The pair then began to finish breakfast while going over their plan for that night, allowing the meister to notice how her partner’s shoulders began to sag as they went over how many souls they’d have collected after completing this mission.

“We should head out after you finish up with the dishes,” Maka exclaimed as Soul reached over to grab her plate.

“Huh..head out where?” he responded.

“Perfectionists need breaks too sometimes,” she lightly commented before giving her partner a large grin.

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“I thought no one goes out for Thanksgiving,” Soul probed as Maka led them through the various carnival rides that’d been scattered across a large field.

“ Some people don’t really care for the whole family dinner thing,” the meister added with a small shrug before grabbing Soul’s hand and leading him towards a line in front of the corn maze, hoping that would be enough to stop her from breaking into a fit of self-pity that would completely ruin the day she’d planned out for them.

“This’ll be a good place to start since the line is moving fast! We can think of it as partnership training too, for the mission tonight,” she elaborated as they stood behind a group of people.

“Righttt, so what’ll it mean if we get lost?” Soul joked, although the comment seemed to create an uneasy tension between the pair.

“We won’t get lost because we’re a team,” Maka immediately added before locking eyes with her partner, hoping his gaze would quell any sort of uneasiness that had wedged itself into her brain.

“Well, we better live up to that claim then,” Soul eventually added, causing Maka to let out a bemused hum and give his hand a gentle squeeze.

They had completed the corn maze with a few minor hiccups that were elicited from their usual banter, allowing the meister to revel in the confidence that had washed over her once they found the exit.

Maka had then led Soul towards each of the carnival rides, which her partner appeared to enjoy even after his speculations about how many years the machines had gone without a safety inspection.

He had suggested that they relax a bit on the hay ride after splitting a plate of overpriced nachos and funnel cake, which Maka eagerly agreed to.

“Here,” the meister voiced as the wagon was about to come towards a stop.

She then heard a puzzled grunt come from Soul, only for it to be rebutted by a hum in surprise once she placed a small bento box into his hands.

“I was gonna wait until we’d gotten off the wagon, but I think it’d be better if we ate a little earlier and headed back,” she elaborated as her partner opened the container and eagerly eyed the contents within it.

“Th-thanks, you-shouldn’t have gone through all the trouble of makin’ me one,” he stammered, which caused Maka to give him a light smile before using a pair of chopsticks to pick up some rice from her own bento.

“I wasn’t going to let you starve silly. Let’s eat some on here and then find a table after getting off. That way we’ll have just enough time to make dinner and go practice before the mission,” she finished as Soul gave her a nod in agreement.

“Heh, guess it’ll be pretty packed at all the restaurants around town. Well, ramen for dinner doesn’t sound too bad after all we’ve eaten today,” he replied, prompting Maka to give him a mischievous smile in response.

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“You did all this!” Soul exclaimed as Maka pulled out each container that held her meal prep from the night before.

“I…had a little bit of help,” she muttered while thinking back at the delicate manner in which her papa had helped get everything ready in time.

Her partner appeared to be too enthralled with all the packets in front of him to voice a response, which Maka responded to by playfully giving his spine a quick pat.

“We have to get everything ready before you can pig out. Go preheat the oven while I get the gravy warmed,” she interjected, prompting Soul to give her a swift nod before walking over towards the oven.

They were able to get the meal ready at a steady pace, and it wasn’t long before the pair was staring at the buffet of turkey legs, biscuits, gravy, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, and cranberry sauce laid before them on the kitchen table.

“This definitely beats packaged ramen,” Soul added with a chuckle as Maka began to grin at the statement.

“I sure hope so,” she lightly taunted while playfully waving a turkey leg in his direction.

Soul was more than able to show his gratitude for the meal by vacuuming up the food on his plate within minutes, allowing Maka to heave a sigh of relief as he began to eagerly make himself a second plate.

“Hey-uh Maka,” Soul spoke as they began to clean up the kitchen and pack all the leftovers.

“Hmm?” she slowly added.

“Thanks…for today,” her partner murmured as she watched his face morph into the sullen smile he’d wear while passively hearing his name echoed across every corner of the school.

“Of course! I’m…really glad you liked the food,” she tentatively replied due to being taken aback from the sudden fracture in the facade he’d put up in front of everyone.

They then let out a low hum in tandem before silently basking within the moment for a few minutes.

“You…ready for tonight?” Soul finally voiced as Maka came out the kitchen and grabbed her trench coat in confirmation.

The moon had already been grinning in the sky by the time they’d positioned themselves underneath the bare trees for practice, although there had also been other weapon-meister pairs that had decided to utilize the chilly night for practice as well.

However, unlike most of the other beginners, Maka was left in a sense of awe at the energy that was emanating between her and Soul as she gripped the warm metal of his weapon form.

It felt soothing in a way, but there was also a heavier weight than what their soul link usually produced, which left both of them feeling unsteady.

“You ok?” Soul voiced to her before breaking his transformation and flinging a towel over her sweaty forehead.

“Yea…I think we’re getting the hang of this!” she huffed just as they heard a yell come from another portion of the training grounds.

“The hell,” her partner growled before grabbing Maka’s hand and spinning his head around to see if he could pinpoint where the noise had come from.

The meister was just about to urge him into transforming again before her attention began to focus upon the two figures that were walking in their direction, eliciting Soul to position himself in front of her.

“See, he is here!” a voice screeched while Maka let out a groan once pinpointing it as belonging to Sara.

“He probably already ate it too! Ugh gross, we should let Mister Sid know,” another girl added, whom the meister assumed was Cindy.

“What’s going on?” she questioned the two girls, who then regarded her with a small sneer.

“It’s ok Maka, you won’t have to feel bad about staying with this freak anymore. Looks like Eater got caught ambushing a pair right by the school and made off with the soul they’d just collected,” Sara added before gazing at Soul, who had kept his expression neutral while they spoke.

“What’s the matter Eater , can’t think of an excuse for what you did?” Cindy jabbed, causing Maka to dig her fingers into her palms in irritation.

“Don’t bother with him, he probably doesn’t even get what he did wrong,” Sara added just as Maka felt her cheeks flush in heat once noticing the look of dejection in Soul’s eyes.

“I really feel sorry for you Maka, I’d never be able to recover once finding out that my partner is a mindless monster that-“

“HE ISN’T A MONSTER,” the meister shouted over Sara, probing everyone to turn their heads in her direction.

“Maybe if you people would stop trying to make him out as being a monster, you’d see that he’s just trying to save lives like everyone else,” she continued before the girl yelped in surprise.

“M-Maka you’ve gotta face it-“

“I don’t have to face shit!” she added before jabbing her classmate in the chest and grabbing at her shirt sleeves.

“I think I’d know my partner better than some girls trying to find entertainment in a twisted rumor. He’s got way more personality and common fucking courtesy than all you people combined, so if I hear those rumors again, I’ll personally beat the crap-“

“Maka calm down,” Soul voiced from behind before the meister felt a hand rest on her shoulder.

Her anger began to slowly subside from the small weight of his touch, although her hands refused to relinquish the fabric of Sara’s shirt until her partner pried them away.

“Ugh Soul, let me go!” she then yelled while he latched his hands onto her wrists.

“No Maka, I’m not abouta’ let you get hurt because of some-“ her partner tried to voice before they heard another scream resound a short distance away from where they stood.

It wasn’t long before they noticed a hooded figure running across the dead leaves on the ground, only to be tackled by Sid.

“Care to explain what these are,” Nygus spoke while snatching a backpack from the person Sid had pinned down and unzipping it to reveal the missing collection of pre-kishin souls.

“We…we just wanted to make me a Deathscythe faster,” another voice added as a pocketknife that had fallen near the boy transformed into an accompanying EAT student.

Maka watched as Sara and Cindy silently took in the scene for a moment before gently grabbing her partner’s hand.

“Let’s go,” she said, probing Soul to lead them away from the commotion.

Neither said a word as they walked towards the area where the pre-kishin they were hunting had been sighted, which caused Maka to anxiously chew at a corner of her lip before opening her mouth to speak.

“Why didn’t you…say anything to the two of them?” she asked Soul, who met her confused gaze with a grunt.

“People like that aren’t worth our time. Let em’ hate all they want, they won’t cut their crap until the truth is laid out right in front of them,” her partner mumbled.

He probably thought I was really dumb back there-

“Can’t say what you did wasn’t cool though,” Soul then voiced over her thoughts, causing the meister to look over at him once more and be met with the largest shark-toothed grin he’d ever given her.

“Yea well, you’re welcome,” she quickly added before lightly poking her elbow into his ribcage and laughing at the noise he let out.

The pre-kishin was one of their more easier targets so far, although the pair couldn’t tell if it was due to their growing soul link or the fighting ability of the giggling meathead they’d just sliced through.

Maka had casually waited as Soul began to stretch his limbs after the fight, but the meister had then begun to grow tense once noticing how her partner was furrowing his brows at the red orb in front of them.

“Did ya’ know Tsubaki absorbs these things? She said it doesn’t hurt, just feels like having something crawl into your chest,” he slowly stated, eliciting Maka to begin walking in his direction.

“I heard some other people in class talk about just storing em’ in their weapon form somehow, but I’ve never seen it happen-before,” he mumbled out as the meister stood next to him and cupped the tainted soul.

She turned in his direction and silently reached her palms out in an invitation for him to take it from her.

He stared at her hands for a few minutes before Maka began to shuffle her boots while worrying that he wouldn’t want to eat the soul after all.

Her nerves were then silenced as he slowly picked it up from the top, gulped it down, let out an airy sigh, and finally gave her a lopsided smile.

Maka could feel her partner’s body stiffen once she circled both her hands around his neck in a tight embrace but didn’t have any intentions of letting go, cool guy image be damned.

She wasn’t expecting Soul to snake his shaky hands around her as well before completely crumpling onto her shoulder, allowing them both to now enjoy the freedom he’d gained by shedding just a few of the layers he was using to keep himself hidden from everyone.

#fuck everything they tell us about thanksgiving in school #I’m just here for the soma fluff hehe #hope everyone has a lovely day regardless :D #soul eater #soul x maka #maka x soul #soul eater fic #spirit albarn #ao3 fic #meme attempts to write

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admiringlove · 2 years

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Hey ^-^ might I send something in for your confessions of love event? If you're totally loaded or don't feel like doing it that's perfectly fine, don't worry!

My name's Trish, but my Japanese friend's usually call me Pato, and I really like Sugawara because of how energetic and chaotic but caring he is. Also I think it's so admirable how he gets nervous and studies to distract himself, bc I do that too. I have a dog, and take ballet and figure skating classes. But in my spare time I often do photography and write a bit. I go to university, studying media science and Japanology (social studies of Japan) so I'm actually learning Japanese. I'm always scared of speaking but surprisingly good at writing and reading, and there are lots of exchange students who want to practice with me, which I honestly don't understand bc as I said, I'm scared of speaking in foreign languages but also I feel quite honoured bc I suppose it means I communicate good enough and they consider me nice enough. Also it's great practice bc i hope to go study abroad in Japan in a year. I don't really know how to deal with people a lot though and always feel clumsy. Also I have zero experience with romance...

I don't know I probably overshared now, but you said to write a bit about ourselves...

Lots of love from Germany (and thank you for writing such sweet stories for us)!

study sessions and doggies.

hey trish! i hope you like this, and i'm sorry for the late response </3 i got caught up with school sadly ://

"hey, i got the water," you enter the room with a tray filled with snacks and two water bottles. the boy in your room jolts in his seat, adjusting his reading glasses as he looks up at you. your dog rests atop his lap, licking his chin. a laugh escapes you as you place the tray on the table, "i hope you two weren't having too much fun without me."

"no," sugawara shakes his head, "of course, not."

"i was joking, kōshi," you give him a warm smile as you push the water bottle toward him, "here you go."

"thanks," the boy says, gulping down the bottle as soon as you hand it to him. he looks jittery, and sucks in a huge breath as the two of you continue studying together—you steal a few glances at him as the two of you go about discussing the history of japanese cultures, focusing on different parts of his face. his lips, as pink and plump as they are, have a small scar from him biting them. his nose, the site of a button and slender as a sand dune, shines as if he's carefully applied make-up over it. even though you know for a fact that he hasn't. his eyes have a slight glimmer in them, but there's one problem—they won't look into yours.

this makes you think. his mannerism has been quite different today. he's usually a very bubbly person; a cheeky smile on his lips and sarcastic jokes slipping off his tongue every few seconds. today wasn't like that. the sugawara kōshi in front of you was in complete distress. he looked scared, as if he wanted to go home and never come back again.

perhaps you made him uncomfortable?

you give him a warm smile as you say, "i think we should stop for today. i'm pretty tired. work was especially hectic this afternoon."

"oh, i totally understand!" he says, "don't worry about it, i'll clean up and leave you to rest. my place isn't far away."

"i'm sorry," you slouch, "i know we needed to get the chapter done tonight."

"it's no problem," he waves you off, "i understand you completely. you know, last week a customer accidentally spilled their hot soup on me at the restaurant? i had to ice my hand immediately."

your eyes widen, "oh my god, are you okay?"

"um- i- you know, it's getting pretty late. you were right, i should get going. i'm sorry i rambled," he sputters, stuffing his textbooks into his satchel. you watch as he nervously hands you a novel and walks out of your apartment, as if he couldn't get out faster.

well, that was a bust. it seems like you were, indeed, the problem. your dog barks from its spot on the floor as you stand there, processing what had just happened.

you gape at the novel he left in your hands—first of all, it was his. you don't know why he handed it off to you, but you'd have to return it tomorrow in class. as awkward as it may be, you were probably still going to have to talk to him everyday. after all, the two of you were a part of the same friend group.

you sigh, walking to your bed and sitting down. the book still in your hands, you decide to flip through it. if it's with you, you might as well see what it's about, right? you open the first page, flicking through it until a piece of paper drops out.

oh, you think, so that's why he was nervous.

the little smiley at the beginning and end of the note makes you smile as you pick up your phone and dial him. you don't even have to wait, because he picks up immediately.

"hi," he breathes out.

"did you reach home already?" you mutter softly against the microphone. he hums, "yep. told you it wasn't far."

"i found the note, you know," you say.

"oh. oh, no."

you laugh at his reaction, "don't worry, it was cute. more than cute, actually. i find you adorable."

"just... adorable?" he asks, in a hopeful tone.

"and handsome," you tease, "charming. pretty. witty. admirable. sophisticated. caring."

"is this your twisted way of saying yes to my date?" he laughs. it's more of a pant, anyway.

"you betcha," you reply.

"oh, thank god!" he groans, "i'm glad that wasn't what i was scared about."

"really?" you pout, looking out the window, "but i'm still gonna tease you about this note for the rest of our lives. were you scared about something else?"

"it's too soon to be mocking me for asking you out on a date, you know," he says, "but i'll allow it."

"you'll allow it, huh?" you smile toothily, "i thought my very cute doggo is licking your face and you're getting distrac-"

"gah! i'm cutting the call now, see you in class tomorrow, bye!"

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