#like I said as soon as a big brother figure is around he starts complaining
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Whumtpober day 11- captivity, no one will ever find you
Another king of the Gerudo fic, kind of. It’s more about Ammon’s backstory which, if you know, you know.
Warning for kidnapping, drugging, and emotional distress.
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“Come on Cherry, move!”
Ammon smacked the horse’s behind gently, but she didn’t budge. He grumbled and tried to pull on the reins, but she remained stubborn. They were picking apples from the forests in Hyrule field, which was tedious and annoying, especially since Cherry, who carried the apples, refused to listen to him.
“Darn it Cherry. Why don’t you ever work with me girl?”
Ammon heard a chuckle from behind him and he turned to see his older brother Georgie walking towards him.
“Why can’t you get her to move? She likes you more anyways!” Ammon complained, and Georgie shook his head.
“Ammon, when I move to Hateno village, you need to learn how to control her yourself.”
Ammon grumbled again, glaring at the pink horse in front of him. Georgie shook his head and walked over to him, making clicking noises with his mouth, which got Cherry’s attention. He grabbed the reins from Ammon and gently led her down the path, with Ammon watching.
“How do you do that?” He asked as they began walking again.
Georgie gave Cherry some soothing words of affirmation before answering Ammon. “You’re too hard on her, Ammon. She— really all horses— respond best to rewarding. If you do nothing but yell at her, she’ll only get more upset.”
Ammon sighed. “But she never listens to me, why would I reward her for doing nothing?”
“Look for the correct things she does. Take your time to soothe her. It’s the only way she’ll know how you feel. If you’re upset with her disobeying you, she’ll know when you don’t reward her.”
Ammon sighed and gave Cherry a few pats on the neck.
“I think you’re just a natural at this, Georgie.”
His brother chuckled. “It just takes time and patience. You’ll get it.”
“Well, I have to. I doubt mother and father will want to take care of her.”
“True, and they’ll just force you to do it anyway. Might as well get on her good side while I’m here.” Georgie wandered over to Ammon and shoved something in his hands. “These help to get on her good side,” he said with a wink before continuing down the path. Ammon looked at what was in his hands and smiled. Five sugar cubes rested in his hands, and he pocketed them, ready to use them the next time Cherry decided to act up.
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“Good goddesses, this errand is taking forever,” Ammon complained.
“Good goddesses you sure do complain a lot,” Georgie rebutted. Ammon frowned. “What? You do!”
“I don’t complain that much.”
“Ammon you’re now seventeen, for mother’s sake, try to act like it.”
Ammon scoffed. “How are seventeen year olds supposed to act anyways? I met someone older than me who acted like a child, I think that the way we act is not connected with age—“
“Ammon, shush!”
Ammon stopped and narrowed his eyes at Georgie. He had an intense expression on his face as he stood there frozen. Ammon frowned and walked over to him.
“What’s wrong?”
Georgie didn’t reply, but Ammon heard a strange sizzling sound, followed by laughter. He turned to the sound but Georgie grabbed his arm.
“We need to move, NOW!”
Ammon nearly yelped as he was shoved harshly, and he started running, not understanding what they were running from. Cherry was startled at the sudden intense running, but she followed closely, galloping close to the two brothers. Ammon looked behind him and saw Georgie behind the both of them, and that’s when he also saw a group of red men chasing them.
Oh goddesses those were the yiga.
Panic shot through Ammon and he almost stumbled from his legs nearly freezing up.
Goddesses they were going to die. They were going to die they were going to die.
Ammon heard a sizzling sound in front of him, and he skidded to a stop when a yiga member teleported right in front of him. Georgie nearly rammed into Ammon with the sudden stop, and he frantically looked behind him. They were surrounded.
“G-Georgie?” Ammon stuttered, and the yiga stepped closer, causing Cherry to fuss.
“Well well well, what do we have here?” The yiga in front of them walked closer, causing Ammon to back up right into Georgie. “A couple of rats alone in the woods, eh?”
“What do you want from us?” Georgie said firmly, and he put a hand on Ammon’s shoulder to keep him from shaking.
“Oh, nothing much, you might have something valuable to us.”
“What? Rupees? Apples?”
Ammon looked at Cherry, worried that they wanted Georgie’s horse, but the yiga waved his hand away.
“Rupees are tempting, but we don’t need those.”
Georgie growled and wrapped his arm around Ammon and grabbed Cherry’s reins.
“You’re not taking my horse.”
The yiga member laughed. “That horse looks to be more trouble than what it's worth,” he walked closer, and Ammon felt Georgie’s arm tighten. “No we don’t want your horse, or your rupees, or—eugh— apples. We want you.”
Ammon heard a popping sound and he was kicked in the head, causing him to fall out of Georgie’s grip. He landed on the ground with a painful thud, and someone grabbed his hair, dragging him across the dead leaves and sharp sticks. Ammon flailed his arms and legs around and broke free from the Yiga dragging him, but he was quickly pinned to the ground with his arms underneath the yiga’s legs. Ammon struggled under the weight but he wasn’t strong enough.
“AMMON!” He heard Georgie yell out, and Ammon watched as he was swarmed with the cultists. The yiga on top of him shoved a rag on his face, and Ammon gasped involuntarily, breathing in a sweet smell on the rag. He tried to throw his face out of the rag, but unconsciousness began to overcome him, and the last thing he heard before fainting was the laughter of the yiga.
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Ammon groaned as he began to wake up, and he found himself pressed up against someone. He flinched and pushed himself away and his back hit something harshly. He groaned in pain and the person he was close to groaned as well.
“Looks like the little rat is awake.”
Ammon looked up and realized that he was in a small cage with his hand cuffed to the floor. Yiga clan members stared at him from beyond the bars, and Ammon’s chest constricted with fear. He looked at the person next to him and recognized Georgie, who seemed to still be unconscious. Ammon leaned over his brother, and worriedly eyed his bloody head. He growled and glared up at the yiga who’s red eye symbol stared back at him menacingly, and the anger was quickly replaced with fear.
“Wh-what do you want from us?” Ammon stuttered, holding his brother closer to him. The yiga laughed at him mockingly, which made Ammon angry again. “My parents will send someone for us! You can’t keep us here forever!”
The yiga roared with laughter, and one leaned against the bars.
“Listen here you little rat, they can send a search party for you, they can send an entire army, but no one will ever find you.”
The yiga member at the bars began laughing maliciously, and the group left Ammon alone with his brother. Ammon sat there in silence, trying to comprehend everything that happened to him and Georgie. They were prisoners to the dangerous cult of the Yiga, he had no idea where they were, and he doubted that his parents would have a clue. They were all over the different forests in Hyrule field, how would they be able to pinpoint where exactly they were taken? Ammon gasped when he remembered their horse. Was Cherry ok? Georgie would never forgive himself if his beloved horse was hurt because of the yiga. And that horse was now going to be Ammon’s responsibility, he had to care about her as much as Georgie now.
If they ever make it out alive.
Ammon whimpered and curled up next to Georgie, fear clutching his heart.
They were never going to make it out alive.
Georgie stirred and opened his eyes to see Ammon next to him. He seemed confused at first, but realization hit him, and he grabbed Ammon, pulling him close.
“Ammon, are you ok? Are you hurt?”
Ammon buried his face in Georgie’s chest. “I-I’m not hurt but— Georgie we—“ Ammon broke down in sobs. They were never going home again, they were probably going to suffer for the rest of their lives. Ammon was never going to hear mother’s laughter again, or father’s off-key singing. He was never going to feel the rain again, or the feeling of escaping the busy castle town. He cried, feeling like he wasted his short life away, and his brother only held him closely.
“We’re never getting out of this,” Ammon cried, “we’re never going home!”
Georgie stroked his hair, though he didn’t make a sound, Ammon knew he was just as scared.
“We’re gonna get out of this, Ammon,” Georgie said softly after a long moment of Ammon crying. “We’re gonna get home. Just you wait brother.” Georgie hugged Ammon tightly, and the two held each other in the small cage.
#man Ammon can be a little brat when he wants to#like I said as soon as a big brother figure is around he starts complaining#but uh. this does get dark in the end#kidnapping#smiles writes#whumptober#whumptober 2023#whumptober day 11#also why is there a whumptober ai tag?#who is using ai to do whumptober?#you suck#king of the Gerudo
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❋ If you are a villain, then let me be your accomplice ❋
feat: Floyd
genre: slow burn romance
note: sequel to reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy AU Floyd ver, no pronouns used for reader, 2k word count
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A new normal has unfortunately assimilated into your life since your incident during that fateful ball. You felt your entire being sink into the pit of your stomach as your brother came running to you when he returned from the party, frantically asking why one of the Leech family sons was asking about you.
“You fell on top of him? And then just ran away?!” You were close to strangling your younger brother for his big mouth, especially when your outraged mother just happened to walk in right at the moment, though you were sure the birds resting in your gardens would have heard your brother’s obnoxious exclamations.
“I can’t believe you didn’t even say sorry, just running away and leaving the poor boy” After scolding your ear off, your mother wrote a letter of apology to the Leech household and to your dismay, invited Floyd to your home so you could personally apologize for your rude behavior. “It’s the least we could do,” your mother said.
Soon, an apology dinner led to a quick tour around your father’s training ground, then eventually there wasn’t a day where you didn’t worry that you’ll see a head of ocean teal hair bursting through your doors, naturally making his way into the guest room like it was made for him, though your mother probably did request the servants to keep that room clean everyday for his arrival anyway.
“Fishie, I’m bored~” You were convinced that Floyd was aware of your wariness of him which was why he intentionally spends his time constantly by your side, poking you and demanding you to entertain him anytime he was bored, which was all the time. He complains when you wouldn’t pay attention to him (eventhough he barged into your classes), drags you to spar with him during your father’s knight training sessions (eventhough you weren’t part of your father’s knight squad), and even naps in your bedroom while waiting for you (eventhough there’s a guest room literally just for him!).
Your wariness soon became frustration as you swore that Floyd was doing this just to get a rise out of you, for you to finally snap and give him a reason to squeeze you. You couldn’t figure it out but you’re starting to realize that the tall intruder only seems happy when you’re mentally suffering from his antics.
What’s worse was that your family doesn’t seem to see this as a concern. Your father was pleased to see potential in Floyd as a fighter and your brother became fascinated with the stories of merfolk and trinkets Floyd brings anytime he visits. The worst was your mother who was happy to have the sharp-toothed man visit them so often, calling him a sweet delight in the home.
“Crazy. They’re all crazy!” Your sanity as thin as silk thread and about as high-strung was tested everyday and it was at its breaking point one day when you had to join him for a night in the town, where a small festival was being held.
“Your dear friend was kind enough to invite you… you should go out more…Don’t be such a slugabed…Why can’t I be a slugabed, mom? Nothing wrong with that” lost in your grumbles, Floyd pulled you around the bustling crowds of the market to various food stalls when he felt an inkling of hunger. You supposed you were glad he was in a good mood for now, beats the alternative.
“Hey Fishie, Check this out!” You looked to see your companion with a satisfied grin on his face. “Look at what I got from the kebab stall!”
A satisfied grin plastered on his face, Floyd held out what you assumed was a meat kebab but the sheer length of it caught you off guard. The impulsive eel persuaded the stall owner to combine the sticks together to create a kebab much longer than intended (or recommended). Adorned with alternating grilled meat and vegetables, Floyd’s kebab stick was more of a kebab sword.
“Oh my goodness” you let out a gasp, wide-eyed at oddity before you. “Is that possible…or safe?” Clearly it was possible with the monstrosity clearly in his hands but your concern was more towards if such a food-covered stick was safe to wave around in a crowded area like this, where someone could accidentally get hit by that thing-
Whack “Hey, what’s the big idea?!”
Why couldn’t you be wrong?
As you feared, Floyd's creative street food managed to swing around and smacked an unsuspecting man in the back of his head. He turned, and your instincts immediately warned you that this man was not the forgiving type of fellow. His scowl seemed to target you, possibly because you seemed to be an easier victim to blame.
“What’s the big idea? A couple of prissy nobles walkin’ around thinkin’ they can do whatever they want?” The ruffled man snarled out in a gruff tone, his friends behind him copying his scowls with furrowed eyebrows and visibly clenched fists. “You better walk away if ya know what’s good for yer.”
But Floyd was not the least bit intimidated by the hostile group and started to scowl back, a dangerous look glazing over his mix-matched eyes. Before you could apologize, the tall merman stepped in front of you, towering over the stranger and blocking your figure from sight. Bystanders whispered and gasped as many started to back away from what looked to be an impending fight.
“Haaa? You minnows tryin’ to pick a fight?” Floyd tilted his head to the side glaring down at the other man, a hand squeezing his shoulder as though to limber up his arm. To you, he seemed like the meaner bully than anyone. “Sure, let’s have some fun then.”
“What’s going on over there?!” You heard another voice bellowing from afar and your worries suddenly shot up. Amongst the crowd, you could see a pair of men in armour making their way towards your direction where the commotion was.
“No. No. No. I don’t want to spend my night getting arrested!” Looking back to Floyd, you saw the wildness in his eyes barely being held back, dead set on starting a fight. You knew there wasn’t a chance to talk Floyd down when he gets this riled up so in a panic, you made a risky move.
Quietly crouching down, you scooped a handful of sand and gravel. With all your mustered courage, you side-stepped from behind your tall friend and threw the debris straight into the ruffian’s eyes, momentarily blinding him. The stranger bellowed with pain as he quickly back again in response.
“AARRGGHH, YOU CRAZY B-“ the blinded man couldn’t finish his sentence as you made the final blow by kicking him further backwards, his friends scrambling to catch him as he groaned in his suffering.
Taking the chance, you quickly grabbed Floyd and rushed away from the scene. Your mind ignored voices cursing you as you recklessly weaved through the crowd away from the knights and the ruffians and towards anywhere that had less of a crowd, your hand tightly holding on to the merman who was strangely quiet, stunned by your impulsive actions. But the ruffians were quick to recover as they started catch their bearings and chase after the two of you, rage fuelled in their motivations.
The chase brought you to a pier by the ocean that was as ink black as the night sky. You could still hear their voices coming closer and soon regret and fear flooded your senses.
“What do I do…what do I do?” You mumbled in panic, with tears lining your eyes. You have completely forgotten that Floyd could feel you shake through your hand still interlocked with his.
Your companion watched you quivering like a scared little seal and hearing angry footsteps approaching, when a fun idea crossed his mind.
“Hey Fishie,” his casual voice finally made you remembered his presence. “We gotta hide, right? I know a place~”
“Wha-“ Without a second to let you ask more, Floyd swiftly picked you up from your shoulders to fling you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and in one fluid motion, he threw you right into the waters without remorse.
Splash
In your flabbergasted state from the audacity and the sheer ice cold feeling of the water, your frazzled mind didn’t even register Floyd jumping in soon after you until he wrapped his arms around you, clasping your hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming. Floyd was surprisingly comforting with his hold on you as his long arms kept you afloat above the cold waters as he expertly led your body further from the pier where you could faintly hear shouting from afar.
Eventually, the noises quiet down and all there’s left were the waves of the water splashing against your skin. Unfortunately, the darkened sky allowed no light for your eyes to scan your surroundings. You could barely see Floyd very well despite feeling his body close to yours. “Floyd, can you see the pier?”
“Yea, can’t you?” Floyd asked but you shook your head, your eyes couldn’t adjust to your surroundings with almost no light in sight. “Too dark, huh? Hmmm, close your eyes for a second, will ya? I’m gonna do somethin’”
Though skeptical, you did as he asked. Minutes went by and before the fear that the ocean-haired man might had left you, a luminous glow nearly permeated through your eyelids. You could tell there was bright beacon of light close to you but there strangely wasn’t a sense of heat from the source.
“…Alright, open ‘em”
Floyd watched intently as you opened your eyes and saw something purely inhuman. The once tall man was no longer in his human form but instead his long eel-like body was wrapped around you which glowed a shimmering blue light from his bioluminescence. This was the first time you’ve him in his most natural form.
Floyd waited silently for a reaction from you, an unreadable look in his gold and brown eyes. With his natural glow, nothing was hidden from you. You could see his sharp claws protruding from his large webbed hands, his dotted blue skin coated with slime, and his large monstrous tail in lieu of those human legs he acquired. All land-dwellers do is gawk and shriek at whatever is unnatural to them and he suspected you’d be the same, just like all the boring humans…
“Floyd, you’re beautiful!”
You couldn’t help but marvel at the sight before you. Your old life fantasized and told tales of merpeople but would never come to see such a visionary sight like this. Even after finding yourself in this new world, many mermaids and mermen had to hide themselves from anti-merfolk humans on land so you still haven’t had the chance to meet them in such a natural form…Until now.
“Wow, you’re glowing from your chest to your tail…” your eyes sparkled with child-like wonder as you watched the light from Floyd’s body shimmer in the waters, reminding you almost like the waves of light of an aurora in the sky. Your fingers curiously grazed the surface of Floyd’s tail which felt cool and smooth to the touch, most likely due to the natural secretion of his skin to keep him hydrated. You reached back to his clawed fingers which you swore looked bigger than those of his human form, bigger than yours at least, which made you ponder if merfolks varied in sizes as well. “This feels like a dream”
“…Hehe, how long are you gonna touch me, Fishie~?” Floyd’s little tease snapped you out of your daze as he grinned down at you. His tone sounded accusatory but his sly grin spoke volume of his amusement over your fascination with his body.
Quickly, you let go of his webbed fingers. “I-I’m sorry, Floyd. I was just surprised. I’ve never seen a merman’s body before and-and” you stammered and splashed around but not even the ice cold waters could cool the sensation in your cheeks. You felt the burn of embarrassment just thinking how Floyd was watching you fawn over his body like a reckless pervert.
Distracted by your shame, Floyd took the opportunity to hold you tighter than before, his glowing body coiling around your legs and letting you feel his firm muscles as you felt forced to sit atop of his tail. Gently, the merman cradled your head as he smiled a toothy grin at you, seemingly happier than you’ve seen him all day, though you couldn’t figure out why.
“My Fishie never disappoints~ It’s always so fun when I’m around you, I can’t get enough!” Floyd surprised you by pressing his cheek to yours, nuzzling against your skin as he hummed in a satisfied tone. Seriously, what’s gotten him in such a good mood?
“Wait, don’t think I’d forgive you for throwing me into the water!”
#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twst imagines#twst scenarios#twisted wonderland imagines#floyd leech#floyd x reader#villainess au
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just wanted you to love me
an: i wanna start by thanking laura for the load of help she was with this fic!! this is based off of the song big fat mouth by arlie. i heard this song and immediately thought of atsumu so here we go lmao
pairing: timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader
warnings: angst, atsumu and his big mouth, pet names (baby, darling, babe), fluffy ending, lowercase intentional, slightly suggestive ending
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atsumu has a big mouth. not physically, but figuratively. ever since he was a kid, he hasn't been able to keep anything to himself. after a lot of trial and error, his friends eventually stopped telling atsumu any sensitive information.
not only is he a gossip, but atsumu can't keep his opinions to himself either. always thinking that he knows better, saying things without thinking.
that's exactly why you've been ignoring him for two days.
he didn't mean it, honest. he was just trying to be helpful! when he walked into the kitchen and saw you working on homework for what seemed like the 100th hour in a row, he just wanted to take some of the weight off of your shoulders.
looking back, there were other ways he could have done that.
"hey darlin'," atsumu greets you, lightly scratching your back as you type away on an assignment that should have been done hours ago. leaning into his touch, you look up at him with a tired smile. "hi, 'tsum."
"how 'bout we head to bed?"
nodding sleepily, you hit save on the document. "just a second, i'm going to submit this and then i'll come in," you yawn, stretching your arms above your head.
kissing your forehead, atsumu mumbles a quick see ya soon and shuffles towards his bedroom. your own apartment isn't far, but working on homework late is the perfect excuse for a sleepover. not that you needed one in the first place.
when you enter his bedroom, you smile to yourself as you see atsumu through the crack of the bathroom door, brushing his teeth with a sleepy look on his face. in your exhaustion, you flop on the bed and let out a long groan.
"feein' okay baby?" he slurs through the toothbrush hanging lazily out of his mouth.
"no," you groan once more and sit up in atsumu's bed. "i'm just so sick of my group mates," you huff, flopping back on the bed once your boyfriend slips in.
"what are they doin'?"
"they aren't helping me! i swear 'tsum, it's like they don't even care," you pout.
when he looks back on the conversation, he realizes this is where he made his first mistake.
"ask the professor for a new group! i'm sure they would let ya," he suggests, wrapping his arms around your body, pulling away slightly when he feels you tense up.
"it's not that easy, i'm stuck with them all semester. besides, it would be a lot of work to get groups moved around, and-"
"then there's no use complainin' about it darlin'."
mistake number two.
you sit up and turn to face your boyfriend with furrowed brows.
"excuse me?"
atsumu sits back as well and runs a hand through his hair. "well since there isn't anything ya can do about it, it doesn't do much good to complain-"
"i'm not, atsumu," you glare, and he swears he can feel the goosebumps fill his skin one by one. "i wasn't asking for advice, i was just trying to vent."
"i-im just trying to help," he stutters out of frustration, trying not to get too upset.
"you don't need to be dramatic about it."
the third and final mistake.
"what."
he clears his throat in shame. atsumu knows he shouldn't have said that.
"i was just tryin' to help, ya didn't need to get all mad."
he probably shouldn't have said that either.
with your jaw on the floor, you get up off of his bed and walk into the kitchen, slipping on your shoes and grabbing your bag and keys.
"c'mon babe, i didn't mean it. it's okay to be dramatic-" you raise your eyebrows and reach for the door. "wait! i didn't mean that, i just-"
"goodnight, atsumu."
he winces at both the slam of his apartment door and the lack of nickname. shuffling back to his room like a wounded puppy, he flops onto the bed and calls his brother.
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it's been 2 days since that night, and he's barely heard from you. besides your text to let him know you arrived home safely and letting him know that you received a piece of his mail, you haven't said a word.
atsumu can't say the same.
double, triple, even quadruple texting you, blowing up your phone just to talk to you. he's going crazy in his apartment when he's home from practice, and he swears he can smell your perfume even though you haven't been there for days.
he just needs to talk to you. to tell you he's sorry.
as much as he hates to admit it, osamu is right.
which is why atsumu is walking back and forth in front of the floral shop downtown, phone to his ear as he whines to his twin.
"what do i do, 'samu? i fucked up, i know i shouldn't have-"
"opened yer stupid trap?"
"yeah," he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "i want to make things right. i want to do better."
"well, i can't help ya with the last part. that, you gotta do yerself. but, i can help with the first part."
per his brother's recommendation, atsumu now stands at your door with the biggest bouquet of pink roses you've ever seen, with rosy cheeks to match.
"pink, huh?"
he gives you a shy smile from behind the petals. "yeah, do ya like 'em?"
you nod, and step to the side to let him in. grabbing the flowers from his hand, you set them on the counter to grab a vase.
"gratitude and appreciation,"
atsumu stops petting the cat that rubs at his feet and cocks his head to the side. "huh?"
placing the stems in the colored glass, you sigh. "pink roses are for expressing gratitude and appreciation,"
he nods and walks over to you slowly. "it's to say i'm sorry," he mumbles, scratching the back of his head.
"for what?"
he grabs both of your hands in his large ones and kisses the tops of them. "i'm sorry. i'm sorry for giving ya solutions when ya just wanted me to listen," he kisses your forehead softly and continues. "i'm sorry for callin' ya dramatic. i didn't mean it, a-and i feel so bad-" he cuts himself off and holds your face in his hands softly and looks you in the eyes.
"i love ya so much. the past two days have been hell. i've been worried sick about ya and i don't blame ya for ignorin' me. yer the best and i shouldn't have said those things to you."
placing his forehead on yours, he strokes his thumb across you cheek.
"yer so important to me. i don't wanna lose-"
"i forgive you."
he blinks, eyes searching yours. "i forgive you, 'tsum. i love-"
it's atsumu's turn to cut you off with the sweetest, most heart-melting kiss you've ever received. pulling away, he pulls you close, wrapping you up in his big arms.
"i've missed ya," you smile into his chest. "i've missed you too, baby."
pulling away, he walks towards the fridge to scrounge for something to eat, in true atsumu fashion. grabbing some takeout containers out of the fridge, he looks over his shoulder and winks at you.
"i'll work on keeping my big fat mouth shut for ya darlin',"
you laugh, and his heart swells. that's one of the sounds he missed the most.
kissing his cheek as he shoves some rice into said mouth, you grab a drink out of the fridge.
"you do have a big mouth, huh?"
chewing, he nods at you.
"let's put that big mouth to better use, shall we?'
walking towards your room as the sounds of choking and the stuttering of w-wait babe! fill the kitchen, you smile.
it's good to have atsumu back.
#atsumu x reader#miya atsumu x reader#atsumu x reader angst#atsumu x reader fluff#miya atsumu angst#miya atsumu fluff#haikyuu fluff#hq angst#hq fluff#haikyuu imagine#miya atsumu imagine
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Prize Giving Ceremony | Felipe Drugovich
warnings: none really, fluff, maybe mentions of alcohol
word count: 1.8 k
note: special thanks to my friend and editor @clemswinecorn4r, who helped me so so much and without her I wouldn’t have finished this in at least 2 years.
I looked up at the gorgeous building that the annual prize giving of Formula 2 and Formula 3 was held in. Our team; MP Motorsport, won both the team’s and the driver’s championship this year and I had no choice but to attend. Not like I mind showing up in a nice dress in Monaco to have a taste of the rich life. As I stepped inside, I could already see Ollie Bearman chatting with the Leclerc brothers all three sipping the champagne that is given out at the entrance.
“Did you know that the drinking age here is 18?” I asked Ollie after the brothers left us.
“I’m really close to 18, okay?” he replied.
“Like 6 months?” I asked with a huge smile, remembering how drunk he got at a club after Monza.
“Closer than you are!”
“Young man, you are being rude.” I nudged his shoulder.
“You started it, old lady.” he chuckled. “But doesn’t matter how old you are you still look good.”
“Thank you, Ollie, you look handsome.”
“I’m guessing you have to go.” he after spotting the golden boy of my team in the background.
I made my way over to Felipe Drugovich, winner of the Formula 2 championship this year, and the one that I had to stick with the whole evening. He looked lost standing in the hall, all by himself. His expression changed as soon as he recognized me. He looked like he found who he was looking for.
“What are we supposed to do now?” he asked me after greeting me with a hug.
“I don’t know, just chat around, you know.”
“Chat with who?” he stared at me, terrified with big eyes.
“I don’t have a list of people you have to talk to. We could introduce you to some new people maybe?” Felipe gave me the same horrified look. “Or… we could try to find some familiar faces from MP or even some Aston dudes?”
“Who is coming from MP?”
“Umm… Not sure, they only told me about is Sander Dorsman.”
“I don’t think that is a good idea.”
“You must be right. How about we talk to Victor Martins? I see him just now.” I nod in the direction of the Formula 3 champion.
“Do we really have to?” he asked me with a tortured look.
“I will help if it gets dull. That’s what I am paid for.” I grabbed his elbow and dragged him towards a group of people.
“Ah, here is our other star! Hello Felipe how are you?” asked Bruno Michel as soon as we arrived.
“Excellent, thank you.” said Felipe with a flawless smile, and then giving me a side-glance, that could kill. I always find it difficult not to giggle when Felipe is forced to socialize. He always needs somebody by his side, but he manages to do the job just fine himself. I’ve known him for three years now, and I had stood next to him countless times on occasions like this one, supporting him.
I took a sip of the champagne I’ve been holding since my arrival and finally took my time to check him out. He took things casually, but I could still see that he put a lot of effort into his appearance. I even thought he made a great decision with choosing a black shirt instead of a traditional white one.
There was something unusual about him that I just couldn’t figure out. He was glowing in a way. He looked like he was enjoying the conversation I dragged him into. Something I never thought would happen. Or maybe, after countless occasions he was able to fool even me into thinking he enjoyed himself. That thought disappointed and scared me at the same time. After complaining for almost a whole year about how much he missed my assistance while he was with another team, he was fine. He applied the techniques I taught him to deal with anxiety, subtly fidgeting, while keeping that perfect smile on his face the whole time.
It reminded me of something I wanted to keep out of my mind; this is my last time working with him. He won the championship, and he is leaving. I have known that for a while but it never hit me as hard as that moment. Highly unprofessional of me to be upset about it. But somehow, in the last three years we have grown a bond, making us more than just work mates. I really liked him as a person, as a friend.
His laugh snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly looked around and everyone was looking at him, with bright smiles and some even politely laughing. But his eyes were glued to me. I had absolutely no idea what joke was made, but it looked like Felipe was the one to make it. And I was supposed to laugh too. I didn’t even realize that I lost my smile somewhere in my thought process. I took a sip again to hide my embarrassment as everyone carried on talking. From the corner of my eye, I could see Felipe still looking at me confused, but I chose to act like nothing happened.
With more and more people to arriving, and the small circle we were standing in, started to grow bigger and bigger, as everyone wanted to join the two champions. Finally, Laura Winter stepped on the stage and asked everyone to find their assigned seats and get ready to start.
The MP family’s table was right in the middle, visible to everyone in the room, alongside ART and Prema. The three teams that clenched a title this year. I sat down right next to Felipe and Jen. Everyone was politely chatting to their neighbors, or in some cases to somebody that was sitting on the other side of the table.
The lights got dimmed, a signal that the ceremony will begin shortly, and everyone finished the sentence they have started.
Felipe looked at me, smiling, enjoying the spotlight for once, but with fear in his eyes. Without words, I reached for his hand under the table and pulled it into my lap to hold with both of my hands. His eyes widened with surprise but he held my hand and squeezed it twice. I started playing with his ring, which seemed like a reasonable way to pass the boring moments, but I just ended up not paying attention, and not clapping when I was supposed to. And Felipe didn’t clap either. Seeing me terrified, he untangled our fingers and just placed his hand on my thigh. I hesitated, but put my palm on the back of his and, not wanting to let go of his touch.
“It is definitely easier to clap this way, right?” he mumbled so only I could hear.
I would lie if I gave any opinion about the ceremony, since I don’t remember anything other than Felipe’s thumb circling on my skin. I also remember feeling cold when he sometimes took it to clap, and once when he went to collect his trophy.
Once everyone got their awards and trophies, they asked the stars of the evening to gather for pictures. Felipe stood up and when he realized I wasn’t planning on joining him he bent down to whisper in my ear: “Are you seriously not coming with me?”
“Well… Uh, you have company, and I only have to accompany you when you would be alone otherwise.” I suddenly forgot how to speak English when he pressed a kiss on my cheek and said “You are an idiot. I want you to come.”
I closed my eyes for a second to gather my thoughts. I slowly stood up and face Felipe, him holding his arm out signaling for me to cling ono him. And I did.
“Looks like someone is very quiet this evening.” he murmured with a mischievous grin.
“Looks like someone decided to be unhinged this evening.” I responded, suddenly finding my voice.
“I have to shoot my shot, you know. I live on a rock that spins really fast.”
He guides me toward the few people that are already at the couch that they decided to use as a photo-corner.
“Felipe! Congratulations, I didn’t have the chance to talk to you yet.” said Fernando Alonso, greeting Felipe like an old friend. “And sorry, who are you?” he asks looking at me.
“Felipe come, please!” the photographer shouts, and as Felipe excuses himself, I am left with Fernando and George Russell, both staring at me, waiting for me to introduce me.
“Oh, sorry, how rude of me. My name is y/n, I work for MP Motorsport, as a social media manager basically.” I shook both of their hands.
“I knew you looked familiar.” George exclaimed. “You have been in this position for some time now, right?”
“For three years now, so yes, you could say.”
“Sorry to interrupt, but I believe we have to go.” Felipe placed a palm on my lower back and guided me towards the exit.
“We can’t just leave Felipe! Half of these people are here to celebrate you!” I yelled at him as soon as he opens the door for me.
“But I want to be with you.” he said in a low voice.
“How many drinks have you had?”
“One?”
“Are you asking me this? Or are you asking yourself?”
“Why are you trying to change the subject? y/n, we really need to talk.”
“It can wait. Don’t get me wrong, I know we have to, but this is not an appropriate time.”
“Why? I have waited months and honestly, I feel like I wasted these months.”
“Months?” I felt my heart dropping to my stomach.
“Yes. But now we won’t be working together anymore. y/n, I think I am in love with you. And I hate the thought of you being away from me. Which may sound a little selfish, but I was hoping you would feel the same. So would you go on a date with me?” he asked anxiously while stepping closer to me.
“Felipe…” I breathe out.
“y/n, you know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. No pressure or anything, I just really wanted to tell you, okay?”
“No, it is not like this. I just don’t even know what to say and I really want to kiss your right now.”
And I did kiss him. Or perhaps he kissed me? Or perhaps it happened at the same time. It didn’t matter, because as soon as our lips met there was no way back. Suddenly all the puzzle pieces fell into place. I felt that this was right. He was right. I arrived to the destination I didn’t even know existed. It was home.
“You’re shivering. Let’s go back and from now on if anyone asks, you are my date.” he pulled me in for another kiss.
“That’s so stupid.” I said with the widest grin ever.
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can i kiss you? | nate doe
a.n: I don't like writing with y/n, also feel free to send anything to my inbox
summary: Truth or dare at a party exposes Avery for never kissing anyone and her best friend Nate changes that
warnings: use of she/her pronouns, suggestive (hehe no smut) NOT PROOFREAD
Avery hated parties. She would rather be home, in her bed, sleeping. But Nate, he loved parties. He lived for them. The music in full blast, meeting new people and having new experiences.
She only came for him. He practically begged her to come with him. "Please Avery, I don't want to go by myself.. I'll make it up to you, I promise." He looked into her eyes. She caved, like always. His smile grew as the walked into the noisy house. She took a big breath in. He turned to her. He smiled softly and gave her hand a squeeze. She felt better knowing he wasn't going to leave her.
Every party they've been to together, Nate never left her side. He promised her he wouldnt leave her. Avery always told him he could, but he never did.
~ one hour later ~
Nate has probably talked to every person in this huge crowded party. Avery just followed him like a little kid. The party was still going hard. Definitely not ending anytime soon.
"Hey! Nathan!" Someone shouted from behind the two. They both turned around and saw Johnny waving him over. Nate started walking over, so Avery grabbed their drinks and walked over to Johnny too.
"Hey man, wassup?" Nate pulled him into a hig patting him on the back. Avery smiled at the interaction. Nate had always been a big people person. It warmed her heart how much kindness he had.
"Nothing much, just was wondering if you and Avery wanted to play truth or dare with us?" Johnny looked over to Avery and smiled. She mirrored his actions. Nate looked back at Avery, asking her if she wanted to play, with a look. She nodded, slightly nervous about the silly game.
The three of them headed over to the living room where the rest of the group sat around the table talking. Nate sat down next to Matt and patted the seat next to him for Avery. She sat down setting their drinks on the table. She waved at Matt, who waved back with a small smile.
"Ok! Who wants to go first!?" Chris slightly yelled. No one responded to him. "You guys are lame, guess I'm going first. Nate," He looked up at the sound of his name being said, "truth or dare?" Chris smiled.
Nate rolled his eyes."Truth." Nate smiled as he leaned back and brought his cup to his lips. Avery bit her lips slightly as she looked at him. He looked over at her and smirked. She gasped a little in shock as she reached for her cup to take a drink.
"Who do you think is the best kisser in the group?" Chris smiled like a kid in a candy shop. He loved these games. Nick rolled his eyes at him. He hated these games. Nate looked over the whole group before landing on his best friend next to him.
"Avery." He said while looking in her eyes. Avery stopped breathing for a sec and she felt her cheeks warm up. "Avery, truth or dare?" Nate smiled at her. She fiddled with empty solo cup nervously.
"Truth." She said in a whisper.
"WHAT?" Chris yelled at her. She looked at him with wide eyes. Nick hit him upside the head. Matt laughed and caused the whole group to start laughing.
"I said truth." She said more loudly towards Chris. She rolled her eyes. Nate smiled at her.
"Who's the person who kissed you the best?" Nate looked into her eyes with something she couldn't figure out. She licked her lips and looked around the group.
"I've never kissed anyone." She mumbled.
"Ok, I can't be the only one who can't hear her, right?" Chris complained. Matt and Nick rolled their eyes at their brother. He just looked at them with shock and waved his hands in the air. Nate furrowed his eyebrows together. Confused, he put his hand on her thigh to comfort her.
"What was that babe?" He asked her softly. His nickname for her going straight to her stomach. She looked in his eyes again.
"I've never kissed anyone." Avery said more clearly. Her cheeks heated up in embarrassment. His eyes widened in shock. Everyone's eyes went wide. They were all shocked. How could Avery never have kissed anyone? Especially when she went to parties with Nate all the time.
She laughed awkwardly "Ok, well, Johnny, truth or dare?" Everyone moved on from her confession. except Nate. He stared at her with confusion and wonder.
~ 20 minutes later ~
The game ended with Chris stripping down to his boxers and dancing like stripper on the table. Everyone was laughing, but agreed to end the game since it was getting pretty boring.
Avery got up to go get another drink and Nate followed her. She was about to grab a soda when he grabbed her wrist. Avery turned around to look at him. Her expression said 'What?'
"Have you actually never kissed anyone?" He asked her. She rolled her eyes at him and shook her wrist from his grasp. She grabbed the soda and walked away from him. She didn't want to further her embarrassment.
He reached her quickly and grabbed her by the waist. turning her around. "Jesus, Nate."
"I asked you a question Ree." He smirked at her, knowing she's getting embarrassed. She took a breath in and sighed.
"No, I've never kissed anyone." She again. got out of his grasp, "happy?"
He smiled at her. He grabbed the soda from her hand and set it on a near by counter. Nate grabbed her hands and look her in the eyes.
"Why?" He asked her with such a genuine tone, it threw her off.
"I don't know," she looked away from him, feeling her embarrassment coming back. "I just get to nervous and then I leave." She looked back into his eyes and saw him looking at her with an emotion she couldn't quite place.
"Why?" He asked her again. She rolled her eyes.
"Nate, I'm not in the mood for you to be messing with me right now." She turned around again and started to walk away from him. He obviously followed her.
"Ok, ok. I'm sorry." His apology made her turn around. She quicker an eyebrow, not believing him. "I just can't believe no one has ever kissed you. You have to be lying." He laughed gently.
"Well I'm not, it's embarrassing, so if you could stop bringing it up, that would be great. Thank you."
"I'll stop bringing it up," He started to smile at her, slowly, "if you kiss me."
Her jaw went to the floor. He's crazy, she thought. He looked at her with his smile still on his face and his big eyes looking to hers and grabbed her elbows. "Please."
She looked around the room, no one was really paying attention to anything going on around them. She looked back at Nate.
"Are you being for real?" She asked. He nodded his head. Avery took a breath in before telling him fine. Nate smile widened even more and his hands dropped from her shoulders to her hands.
He dragged her to the bathroom. "What are you doing?" She was out of breath, he made her run up the stairs and then down the hall, just to go into the bathroom.
"I don't want anyone to interrupt." She rolled her eyes, but felt her hands start to get clammy. This can't be happening. She's had a crush on Nate for so long and he's always flirted with her, but she never thought they would actually do anything.
Her thoughts were stopped when he grabbed her waist. Her breath got caught in her throat. Their bodies flushed together like two puzzle pieces. Nate looked into to her eyes once again. His left hand left her hip to place it on her cheek.
"Can I kiss you, Avery?" She nodded and leaned in slightly. "I need words babe." Said while leaning away from her face a little.
"Yes, Nate, you can kiss me." She said quietly. Scared if she talked to loud, she would wake up from her dream.
He smiled while leaning back in and ghosting his lips over hers. She could feel her heart beating put of her chest. She was pretty sure Nate could feel too. He pulled her into his lips by the back of her neck. His lips were soft and melted into hers perfectly.
Avery let go anything of her overthinking and kissed him back. Their lips molded together. She started rolling her body onto his, causing him to groan in response. The sound vibrated in her mouth, making her to release a moan back.
"Fuck." He groaned. pulling away from the kiss. Avery was breathing heavy and her eyes were still closed. Nate moved both of his hands to her hips, admiring how beautiful her swollen lips looked.
She opened her eyes and saw him staring at her. "Was it bad? I'm so sorry. I genuinely am so-" Nate kissed her again to shut her up.
"Don't apologize, that was amazing babe." She looked away from him and bit her lip. "Guess I was telling the truth when Chris asked me who was the best kisser." He smiled at her embarrassed smile and pecked her on the lips again.
a.n: Thanks for reading! lmk how you feel about it please lol!!
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Yata Misaki taking in orphans that happened to be dangerous strains? (Of course, two of those orphans just happen to be Minoru and Megumi, -because why not?-)
Yata Misaki’s School for the Gifted and Talented XD Imagine this as like a post-ROK thing, where all these new Strains have popped up as a consequence of Hisui releasing the Slate. Megumi and Minoru have both been exhibiting minor powers but haven’t said anything to their parents, not really sure what’s going on and not wanting to worry them. Then Yata’s family gets caught up in some dangerous Strain situation that leads to Yata’s mom and stepdad dying and Minoru and Megumi both awakening their powers (kinda like how Neko’s powers awoke when the Kagutsu Crater happened). Luckily S4 are there to handle the aftermath and of course Fushimi immediately recognizes Yata’s siblings. When he realizes they’re both Strains he takes them aside, tells the squad to get them some food and watch over them, and then he immediately phones Yata. Poor Yata is obviously devastated to find out that his parents are dead and then on top of that he learns his siblings are Strains. Fushimi offers to reach out to the Golds to see what kind of power dampeners they have on hand but say there aren’t actually a lot of those around anymore, maybe some got destroyed in the Green clan’s rampage through Mihashira and the rest are being used on dangerous Strains who can’t be imprisoned without having their powers sealed.
Yata takes in his siblings and figures the best he can do is at least try to help them with their powers, they’re both all wide eyed and surprised when they find out that their big brother also has powers (though maybe Minoru expected, because he heard you could get powers from jungle and then he got that mail from Fushimi telling him to stop using it, and he kinda connected the dots that maybe Fushimi has powers and if he does Yata definitely does too). Imagine Yata takes them to the bar so Anna can help them with control and everything is going pretty well. In the meantime Yata starts winning skateboard competitions and even getting sponsors, making enough money to move to a bigger place where Minoru and Megumi can have more space.
One day there’s a big catastrophe involving some other criminal Strains near where Yata lives and Fushimi shows up at Yata’s place looking annoyed and toting a kid about Megumi’s age with him. He tells Yata that the kid is an orphan Strain who got caught in the mess, S4 will handle her eventually but right now they need someone to watch her and he knows Megumi is about the same age. Yata complains that he isn’t a babysitter but he takes the kid anyway because he can’t say no to a crying kid. Soon the kid is playing with Megumi, who’s showing her how to contain her powers, and Yata starts wondering what S4 is planning to do with her anyway. The kid might have other family but can they handle someone with powers and what if they turn her away, what if she gets pulled into shady stuff just because she’s different from other people.
And that’s how Yata suddenly finds himself taking care of a whole bunch of kids. I imagine him talking to Kusanagi and Anna about this and maybe Kusanagi helps him out some, Yata using the money he’s been winning from skateboarding and Kusanagi providing the business expertise to help set up like a Home for Wayward Strains. S4 assists with this too, imagine Fushimi showing up at Yata’s place to help him handle the financials, claiming it’s not like he wants to help Yata but Munakata thinks S4 should work with Yata as a partner on this and anyway here’s how we get you a bunch of government grants. It’s not all orphan kids, like some have parents but those parents can’t handle their kids’ powers so they stay for a while at Yata’s place until they learn control. Meanwhile whenever S4 finds a dangerous child Strain without parents they get brought right over to Yata’s place for help.
Maybe some of the Strains that were working at S4 get brought over to Yata’s place too, as like teachers to help the kids learn control (and after she graduates Anna tells Yata that she’s always wanted to be a teacher, like Honami, and eventually she becomes one of the teachers at the school too). Yata has no idea how this happened, because he never thought an idiot like himself would run a school. At the same time he’s also kinda excited because after years of not really knowing what to do with himself he’s finally found something he’s passionate about and he gets to help all these people, he’s able to make sure all these kids will always feel like they have a place to belong no matter what.
#Yata MIsaki#Talking K#wait I like this#imagine Yata realizes he wants to make a home for people who don't have one#he wasn't intending to collect orphans it just happened#and Homra helps out too like I think Kusanagi would be super proud#Fushimi gets roped in on the S4 end and claims he doesn't want to help but actually he does
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PART 1- Hermitcraft/ DSMP/ Life Series crossover AU
as excited as I am to write this, I’m a little terrified XD. some of it isn’t very good, but I hope you at least enjoy the character dynamics! there are SO MANY CHARACTERS- there has to be a p2 TvT
for @barley-hopkins
happy reading!
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It’s been six months since a green portal opened up in the sky of Hermitcraft and dumped the entire Dream SMP into their world.
At first, things were hectic. Thankfully, Dream didn’t have any weapons… unfortunately, neither did anyone else. The Hermits, well along in their builds and season, weren’t quite sure what to do with a bunch of warcrime-committing psychopaths.
X and Tango’s rushed solution? Babysitting.
Every Hermit was assigned an SMP member or two, and they were allowed to do whatever necessary to keep them in check. They were only allowed to get materials if their Hermit allowed them, for the sake of everyone’s safety, until they could figure out how to get everyone back where they belonged- because sadly, as soon as the last SMP member hit the ground, the portal disappeared.
Some of the SMP/ Hermit pairings looked weird, but they really all made sense. Maybe it was rushed, but X wasn’t stupid. Really there were only a couple questionable ones.
It wasn’t like they were all complete strangers. MCC was obviously a thing, Puffy and Zed are siblings, Jevin and Charlie as well, Doc and Sam are cousins.
Still. There were struggles.
~
“Tommy, toss me that-?”
Mumbo was clocked in the head by a flying comparator, luckily not falling off his scaffolding. He did not catch the block.
Tommy, from the ground, was laughing. Hard. He hadn’t exactly meant to hit his mentor… but he wasn’t complaining about it either.
“Thomas,” Mumbo huffed, rubbing his head. “Thank you for guessing, very good job, but hand it to me this time, please.”
Tommy, still giggling, got up from where he was sitting on a chest and went to retrieve the dropped block.
Of all the groups, Tommy and Mumbo had taken some of the longest to warm up to each other at first. Well, at least Mumbo did- Tommy still saw him as an older brother from the one time they met, but Mumbo wasn’t exactly sure what to do with a raccoon gremlin child who was also a traumatized war veteran and has died several times.
Still, Mumbo warmed up to him. He could tell that for the most part Tommy meant well, and he was even able to coach some of the swearing and arsonist tendencies out of him.
It was also a plus that, because Philza was the only one the Hermits trusted, he flew around the server to check up on people and give advice to their poor Hermits. Tommy loved Phil (Phil was his dad, after all), and Phil was able to show Mumbo what not to do to trigger Tommy’s PTSD too badly.
Mumbo was still pretty much useless with panic attacks, but he’s at least good at distracting him. Plus he was very pleased to admit Tommy’s stressful/ depressed days were much fewer and farther between than the beginning of their interactions. Mumbo hoped he was contributing to that, but it might have just been the safe and (relatively) calm vibe of Hermitcraft.
He did not, however, trust Tommy enough to let him gather much more than iron armor and the blocks he wanted for his house, which Mumbo had to approve first. Maybe he was starting to like him, but that didn’t mean he was willing to get his head lopped off on accident.
Tommy retrieved the comparator and climbed up the scaffolding beside Mumbo. “Whatcha workin on, Big Man?” he asked, blue eyes wide and curious. Despite Mumbo’s best attempts, Tommy still couldn’t do redstone for shit.
Mumbo grinned, snapping the block into place. “A prank for our friend Grian.”
“Ohh, that’s why we’re over at his place,” Tommy said, sitting down on the scaffolding. Mumbo noticed out of the corner of his eye that the kid had chosen to sit worryingly close to the edge, but he tried to dismiss it.
“Mhmmm,” he hummed absently. There was a moment of silence as Tommy watched him work, but his nerves got the better of him. “You might want to step away from that edge, yeah?” he tried. It was windy and he’d hate for something to happen- no SMP members but Phil were allowed elytras.
Tommy’s bright smile faded, and his eyes dimmed. He glanced down at the ground, far below, fingers tapping methodically right on the border.
He shrugged. “I’m fine. I like high-up places.”
Mumbo sighed, setting down his materials and joining Tommy on the floor. He looked nervous, like he was afraid Mumbo might be mad or even attack him.
Phil had told him about this. More times than anyone would like, Tommy had spoken aloud about or even attempted to end himself on the SMP. Mumbo had hoped that hadn’t carried through to Hermitcraft, but he unfortunately had been proven wrong very quickly.
“Tommy,” he said, trying to make his voice sound as calm as possible. “Come sit in front of me. Away from the edge.”
Tommy hesitated, but scooted over to sit cross-legged in front of Mumbo, mirroring him. He pulled his hands into the sleeves of his blue sweater nervously.
Mumbo smiled, recalling what Phil had told him to do at times like these. “Can you tell me about the SMP?”
Tommy’s face darkened considerably, and he twitched as if remembering being shot in the chest from the revolution. Or maybe he was recalling trying to save Tubbo from Dream. Maybe even imagining the last time he’d died, in that cell…
“Tommy,” Mumbo whispered, poking him in the knee. “I only want the good stuff. Singing with Wil and the other L’manburgians outside the van. Training with Techno and taking naps on Steve. Exploring with Tubbo. Tell me what you love about your home.”
Tommy came back to reality, remembering where he was, that he was safe. He smiled at the memories, although he wasn’t sure how Mumbo knew all that.
The two of them ended up sitting on that scaffolding for hours, exchanging stories. Their prank was ruined when Grian and Wilbur discovered the half-finished trap and its culprits, but none of them really minded.
All Mumbo cared about was making sure Tommy knew he was safe. Killing for objects and possessions was a thing he’d never have to do again; he’d make sure of it.
~
If anyone could keep Dream himself out of trouble, it was his rival admin.
Yeah, X took Dream. It wasn’t like he wanted to, it’s more like he didn’t want to hand that responsibility to anyone else.
For a while, they barely spoke to each other. Dream had to follow X around the whole time, but X was too nervous to do anything important, so… they were kind of stuck.
But X, being that ever-polite man he is, offered to help Dream build his first house. They couldn’t fly anywhere and they obviously couldn’t be separated, so that meant walking everywhere.
That also meant becoming the strangest pair of friends in… well, probably ever.
That, however, did not come easy.
“Dream!” How X managed to lose the most dangerous man on the server was beyond him, and while he trusted Dream at least a little by this point… he had to admit he was a little bit nervous.
Right as he ducked under a tree to check the forest, someone dropped right on top of him, flattening him to the ground.
Dream’s playful laugh filled the clearing.
“Dream-“ X wheezed, managing to roll over even with the other admin on his chest and pushing uselessly at his legs. “Off. You scared me!”
“I thought you were a better babysitter than this, Zuma,” Dream teased, standing and offering X a hand. He hauled him to his feet, only just managing to contain his laughter.
X dusted himself off with a huff. “I thought I didn’t need to anymore,” he grumbled. “It’s time for lunch.”
“Oooo, sweet!” Dream skipped off towards his little cave/ hut that he and X had spent days perfecting. It was half in-half out of the water, and full of green froglights. Dream was very proud of it.
Xisuma went after his friend with an affectionate sigh. Since the landing, it was a tradition between the two of them (at first forced upon Dream by X, but now it’s more enjoyable) that they’d have lunch every day together- food they prepared together, tea, and meditation. Sometimes other groups joined them.
It was to teach Dream to use his hands and mind for something that wasn’t malicious, although X didn’t tell him that.
Dream was already rummaging through his and X’s joint kitchen by the time he got there, sporting a neon green apron with flower patterns on it.
“Whaddaya think, X?” Dream said cheerfully as X removed his gloves to wash his hands. “I personally am leaning towards mac and cheese, but maybe you’re willing to put forth more effort than that.”
X shrugged. “Sure. I’ll start on the tea. Dandelion again?”
“You know it.”
The one thing Xisuma and Dream could successfully collaborate on is food. Building together was decent enough and caving is always an absolute disaster, but cooking they can both do easy- especially when they’re working together.
“So,” X hummed as they sat down at their coffee table, cross-legged on a couple of pillows on the floor. “Topic for today: what was the number one thing you hated about the SMP, so we can never do that here. Not a person. A habit you all had.”
Dream paused shoveling food into his mouth to think. If people were ruled out…
“Maybe…” He trailed off, trying to think of how to phrase it. X sipped his tea patiently- sometimes it took a moment to answer. “We fought. All the time. Which is fine, it was fun sometimes, but… it was usually over possessions. Land, and… discs.” Even after all this time, Dream still got twitchy when talking about Tommy’s discs. “I just don’t want to do that anymore, I guess. I lose people over it, and that’s more important,” he finished.
Xisuma thought on his words for a moment, methodically stirring his macaroni. “Do you think it matters less here?” he asked.
Dream nodded aggressively, nearly dropping his mug.
“Good.” X smiled genuinely, and Dream grinned back. “Don’t worry, friend. You’ll never have to fight over something as dumb as one item ever again.”
~
Maybe putting nine people, three poly relationships, in one place was a terrible idea. It was like the weirdest triple date in history… especially because they weren’t doing normal ‘date’ things.
They were pranking Docm77 and Technoblade.
”How are the creepers coming along?” Tango whispered into his communicator, where the rest of the group was on call. He and his SMPers, Sapnap and Sam, were crouched on a ridge near Doc’s base, keeping watch.
From one of the other ends, Impulse replied. “Karl’s almost blown himself up ten times, but Ponk is actually doing decent.”
“I’m doing more than decent, thank you!” Ponk suddenly interjected. Somewhere in the background, an explosion and high-pitched scream went off, followed by Impulse’s familiar laughter. “Karl!”
“Don’t kill my boyfriend,” Quackity added, joining the call.
“Nobody’s boyfriends are being killed,” Zed assured. “Q and Foolish and I just finished the gift box. Any sign of them?”
Sam checked his spyglass again. “Doc and Techno are farming tridents, it looks like. I’m a little scared.”
“I’m also scared. We’re pranking the man who has the dragon on a leash right now,” Sapnap whispered harshly.
Tango grinned. “Part of the fun. Might steal her later, too.”
“Bad plan,” Impulse and Zed deadpanned simultaneously. The three of them descended into some sort of argument about good plans, the other six forced to listen.
A gift box, with a bow and everything, filled with creepers. Not terribly original, but still hilarious, in Tango’s opinion.
It was a plus because, since team ZIT all had to take two people, they had each other to help manage them all for a few hours. And the other people dating each other got to hang out, which was more than Puffy and Niki could say for themselves recently.
When do you think they’ll be done? Sapnap and Karl’s communicators went off from a message from Big Q.
Sap covertly glanced at Tango, who was furiously whispering at his boyfriends that he makes the best plans. I’d say a while. Think we’ll get busted?
Techno would totally kill us for this, right? Karl asked. He was conveniently hiding in a tree from the six creepers aggro’ed on him, Ponk laughing at him from below and not helping in the slightest. Impulse was too busy laughing at his partners’ bickering to pay much attention.
Quackity grinned and waved at the tree he knew Sapnap was perched in from his place on top of the fake present. Zed was also whisper-shouting into his communicator, but Foolish was messaging on his as well with a dopey smile.
They argue worse than us, he messaged Sam and Ponk.
It’s cute. I think they’ll get married one day, Sam immediately replied. I’m so bored. Maybe we can convince them to do a sleepover tonight.
Will they say yes if I let Karl get decimated by these ten creepers? Ponk messaged. Sam and Foolish both giggled at that one.
Hopefully.
Maybe it’ll be a plus.
Unbeknownst to them all, Techno and Doc were well aware of their presence and plan. Gathering tridents was simply a cover-up for their own plan- and it seemed to be working.
“Are they still up in that damn tree?” Doc mused, hacking down a drowned.
Techno stabbed another with the (technically forbidden) borrowed sword Doc let him use. “Yeah, I can hear them arguing from here. What exactly are they trying to accomplish?”
Doc pointed at the present, which was barely visible from where they were, the three standing on top of it, and three more just emerging from the forest with an army of creepers.
Techno snorted, tossing a damaged trident back into the ocean to despawn. “Idiots. That’s a bad trap.”
“Bad stealth mission,” Doc agreed.
The two of them had gotten along pretty well from the beginning, pretty much unsurprisingly. Techno had taken an interest to the way Doc viewed laws of physics more as suggestions, and Doc was thrilled to be working with an actual PVP and war god.
Doc had listened to Techno’s stories about the SMP- apparently, disappearing into the mountains with your dogs and polar bears and father is an invitation to fuck with you. Thankfully, Techno just seemed to want away from all that- not to even the score. That made him easy to trust.
Doc let Techno do whatever he wanted with the promise that if he did anything wrong, he’d be tossed into whatever prison Doc could come up with- and that wasn’t an inviting concept.
“They’re moving, they’re moving!” Techno whispered excitedly. The three that had been spying on them through the trees took off towards the present, where the other six had gathered with all the creepers evidently inside.
He and Doc snuck around to a blindside. None of them noticed.
Techno lit a piece of TNT while Doc cut a hole in the wall. They tossed it in and ran- five seconds later, nine death messages filled the chat, followed by Hermits and others asking what happened in a panic.
The culprits, well, they were congratulating themselves on a foiled plan and extra kill points. They promptly went off to find a polar bear that could be Steve 2, unconcerned with the crater and half blown-up present box on their property.
Tango, Sapnap, and Sam had ended back at their base, thankfully. Zed, Quackity, and Foolish spawned where Zed’s last challenge had been, and Impulse and Ponk and Karl had been the unluckiest- a respawn anchor on the Nether roof.
They were all furiously messaging each other, asking who had set off the TNT… and the rest of the server had some pretty good entertainment by that for the rest of the night.
~
When Etho found Ranboo, he was sitting on the ground, playing with a sand miniblock and talking to his “chat”. Etho still wasn’t really sure what that was, but Ranboo assured him it was harmless.
So was the kid, honestly. Etho had chosen him because he could tell they gave off similar vibes- quiet, funky hair, doesn’t love people all that much aside from one sunshiny short brunet.
He’d been right, of course. Ranboo was chill, although those purple particles floating around and talking to him all the time were admittedly a bit nerve-wracking.
“Hey, Boo Boy,” Etho hummed, leaning against the doorframe.
Ranboo sat right in the middle of the glass atop the moss farm, his usual cloud of particles buzzing about the room. Maybe Etho was crazy, but he thought the nearest one to him was screaming something like “LORE??” in a tiny, high-pitched voice.
Ranboo didn’t exactly… have a mouth, but his eyes scrunched as if he were smiling. “Hey, Etho!”
“Hi.” Etho couldn’t stop his own smile from spreading beneath his mask. “Bdubs and Purpled wanna go caving. How does that sound?”
“Sure!” Ranboo popped up, scattering a cloud of particles that almost sounded like they were laughing.
There weren’t many people on the- well, honestly either- server that were taller than Etho. X, Doc, and Technoblade. And Ranboo. Which was baffling although not surprising (he is half Enderman after all), if only for the fact that he’s a kid. 18. Literally what. Kids shouldn’t be allowed to be taller than immortal people.
But that’s okay. Etho builds his doorways tall anyways, but Bdubs’ section of the house was a bit more challenging.
“ETHOOO! SAVE ME FROM THE CHILD!”
Speak of the devil, a familiar voice came screeching down the stairwell and someone rammed into Etho’s back. He knew who it was without having to turn around, although he wasn’t sure how concerned he should be. Bdubs once hid behind Etho for four hours because his SMP member, Purpled, had parked his alien spaceship over the Monolith and Bdubs didn’t want to be abducted. He’d once hid for five after Purpled put a purple bed in an otherwise all-pink room. Etho wasn’t sure where on the threat scale they were at today.
“YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME, MOSSY BOY! I’VE GOT SHEARS AND I WILL STEAL YOUR TINY MYSTERY FLOWERS IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO!”
“Help,” Bdubs begged, hugging Etho around the waist. Ah yes, Glare blooms. Apparently, Purpled needed to steal them.
Ranboo peeked over curiously, although he was mostly occupied with his chat, which had turned rainbow colors- he’d explained to Etho that those were ‘emotes’.
The alien himself nearly fell down the stairs after Bdubs in his haste, nearly running straight into Etho shears-first. Etho caught him.
“Hey, Purpled.” he raised an eyebrow as Purpled hid the shears behind his back and grinned nervously. “Tormenting a Hermit? Do we need to get X?”
Purpled’s smile dropped. “No,” he huffed. Etho held out his hand, and he dropped the shears there in defeat.
“I told you, I’m a Glare!” Bdubs said indignantly, still buried in Etho’s side. “They’re just flowers! And they hurt if you cut them off improperly, so why don’t you-“
“You’re a Glare? Like a Moonbloom?” Ranboo interjected as Purpled and Bdubs stuck their tongues out at each other. “My husband is a Moonbloom!”
“Very nice, Ranboo,” Etho sighed, tucking the shears into his inventory.
So Bdubs and Purpled hadn’t quite figured out how to get along all that great. Not every pair could be as perfect as Etho and Ranboo, but they did have their moments. Whenever Purpled got itchy about building for too long because that’s all he did working at Las Nevadas, Bdubs was always happy to take him somewhere else to destress. In return, Purpled was sometimes less stubborn about bedtimes. Sometimes.
And then there was Etho and Ranboo, who worked in a way that didn’t need revision. Ranboo was happy to lay around and watch Etho work, asking the occasional question, and Etho sometimes took him to hang out with Tubbo and Scar- he really liked Jellie. When Ranboo had panic attacks or dissociated, Etho was surprisingly good at just… sitting with him and letting the kid exist in such a concrete presence. It’s proven to work pretty well.
All in all, though, Hermits on their own are terrible for caving. SMP members made things so much more… interesting.
“We’d better get going,” Etho sighed. “Ranboo, grab the torches on your right, yeah?”
“Okay!” he chirped, opening the chest and leaning in.
Bdubs unstuck himself from Etho’s side, but didn’t let go of his hand.
“Thanks for the help, sweetheart,” he grinned, leaning in. “You’re my hero.”
Etho huffed out a laugh, securing his mask so Bdubs wouldn’t get any ideas. “There are kids in the room, sweetheart,” he teased.
“Yuck,” Purpled deadpanned to prove his point, Ranboo sidling up next to him.
Bdubs blew a raspberry at him. “I can be mushy with my boyfriend! Leave us alone!”
“They can’t do that, love,” Etho whispered. “We’re stuck together, remember?”
Bdubs pouted. “Boring. Maybe after they go to bed.”
“You literally go to bed before any of us.”
“Whose side are you on?”
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Aside from Phil, there was one other person the Hermits nearly completely trusted: Captain Puffy.
She was allowed whatever gear she wanted, including an elytra. Between her and Phil, it was like the two parents of their server were able to help out the Hermits whenever they needed.
However, she had a murder on record. Therefore, she still needed a babysitter.
Who volunteered? Well. He’s arguably the dad of his own server, so it really made sense.
“Puffy!” Sometimes Keralis called her other names like Poof or Fluffy, affectionately of course, but today it looked like he was sticking to the real thing.
He hopped onto the mini pirate ship she’d built in the river just below his starter place, and it rocked precariously.
Puffy poked her head up from below. “Hey, Keralis! What’s up?”
Keralis clung to the mast, waiting for the ship to stop moving. “Stressy asked if you would like to see Niki and George. I need to go over there for some things anyways.”
“Sure!” Puffy never missed the opportunity to see her girlfriend. Unfortunately it didn’t happen very often- several times she’d sulked about it not being fair how her brother got both his boyfriends AND babysat people in a relationship together. Zed only laughed, which had earned him an elbow to the ribs.
So Puffy and Keralis took off towards Stress’s place. It was balanced a little precariously atop a cliffside, but it wasn’t too high up. Puffy thought it was adorable how Niki and George had built little teacup houses to match Stress’s pot.
“Stressy!” Keralis sang as soon as they touched down. Puffy let him go hang out with Stress as she went to go find her people.
George and Niki were a little deeper into the forest, patching up what looked like unfortunate creeper accidents.
Well, Niki was working. George was asleep under a mushroom, leaning against the stem with his sunglasses over his eyes.
“Morgenliebe!” Niki called as soon as she noticed Puffy. “What are you doing over here?”
“I wanted to see you,” Puffy grinned, pulling her in. Niki had to stand on her toes to peck her on the cheek.
It was mornings like these, where the people from the Dream SMP could forget about the wars and death and life system, that everyone enjoyed the most- even the Hermits, Keralis had once told her.
It had been months. It was honestly doubtful by this point that they’d get back to their own server, especially because no one was trying to get that to happen.
Death counts, killing for sport, stupid object-possessive fights- all that was in the past.
The SMPers were supposed to heal with the Hermits, make genuine friends, fix broken relationships. They’d eventually move away from the Hermits, a little south, build their own village.
But it doesn’t work like that; it never has. Good things don’t last.
Along with several Hermits, more than half the people from the SMP were once again sucked out of the life they’d become used to and dumped into a new place. This time, it wasn’t a good one.
Etho.
Tango.
Bdubs.
Dream.
Tommy.
Puffy.
Scar.
Niki.
Ren.
Cleo.
Sam.
Ponk.
Grian.
“Welcome to 3rd life: an experimental hardcore server. You have three lives. Good luck.”
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Hide and seek
Warning: kinda horrory themes, Simeon is bastard here.
You and Simeon decided to go to the forest, to find some relaxation in the fresh air, where no one will disturb your peace. Checking out the to do list, you made sure that nothing was forgotten. Simeon packed the heavy bags, so you didn’t have to do the hard work.
You rented a car, because it was nearly impossible to go there on foot. Rumors say that the forest is cursed, that place is inhabited by evil spirits, by no means you must be there all alone by yourself.
By now you’re used to all the cursed stuff. Devildom - is no joke to ordinary humans, but you are not exactly ordinary, and also you will be accompanied with a charming angel, who will protect you in any frightening scenario that could happen.
You both get into a car, and head to the desired direction. While you were driving the car Simeon told you the newest gossips about royals, it seems like Barbatos and him have lots of fun badmouthing the brothers and the others.
But you are not complaining about this, it’s always interesting to see your partners new and unexpected sides.
- And then what happened? – curiously you looked at him, waiting for him to continue the story.
- Heheh, he jumped out of fear, and broke the dishes. He stopped for a minute, and said: “Y/n, I offer you keep your attention on the road. Or is it that you want to look at my face that badly?”
- Hah. You worry too much, Simeon. I am multitasking, I am a pro at this.
- Oh. Is that so? Then this will not be a distraction for you, I suppose, - he pulled his hand to your hip and began to squeeze it. Chuckle came out of him, as he looked at your blushing face. “Am I making it too hard for you to concentrate, little lamb?”
- You are mistaken, - you tried to defend yourself, but your red face made it clearly obvious, that he was right.
- Well, if you are comfortable, I think I’ll keep my hand here then, - and for the rest of the ride he indeed didn’t even move a finger.
When you arrived to the woodland, you both started to unpack the things, and then set up a tent.
- Y/n, would you bring me dry sticks, so I could start a fire?
- Yeah, ok. I will be soon here.
- But be very careful, my love. Don’t go too far, I am sure you will be able to find enough sticks in this area, - you nodded and started to search for materials that would burn easily. Little by little you went further in the woods, not even noticing it. You were surrounded with long trees, which made it harder to look around.
“It probably will be wiser, if I turn back and go to our camp, Simeon must be worrying about me” – you thought. You tried to remember the path which would bring you back to your loving boyfriend, but luck was not on your side today. Panicking you went choosing the wrong ways, completely worsening your situation. You took a step, not noticing big rock on your way and you fell to the cold ground.
It was not easy to get up, you didn’t have enough energy to that. And you decided to lay there, until it would be simpler to stay on your legs.
While you rested on the ground, you hoped that Simeon would go searching for you. Your body was becoming chilly, and as luck would have it, weather started to deteriorate. Wind was getting stronger and the leaves of the trees were rustling loudly.
If you are not mistaken, you’ve heard sounds of the approaching footsteps. Would it be a good idea to try and ask for help? Or is it better to stay silent, and watch the person from a far…
A little afraid, you chose the safest option to find a big bush where you can observe the person, without any worry, that they will know that. Your eyesight carefully followed them, trying to guess the personality of theirs.
They wore a baggy dress, which completely covered their body, had a shawl wrapped around their face and had gloves. You couldn’t figure out how they looked like, which made you very suspicious of them.
- Who dares to walk around my surroundings, huh? Aren’t you to bold for that? You are going to get what you deserve, when I will find you. And don’t even dare to run away from me! I will not let you escape that easily! – they sounded really unusual, it seems like they had to many voices that spoke at the same time. But you heard every voice clearly, though it really creeped you out.
You felt how your knees started to tremble out of fear. You were not sure, if they knew the spot you were hiding in.
It didn’t help, that they were quickly and aggressively running from one place to other, looking between trees. They understood that this was useless tactic, which took away a lot of energy. That’s when they came up with new and brilliant idea. They made sure to break the branches of the trees, they had already looked at.
- Not so brave right now, are you? Well, well, I wonder how sweetly you will cry for forgiveness little la-… You little brat! – they were coming to your bushes. You silently prayed for any help, promising to god that you will never come back here, and that you will be forever grateful.
They were closer and closer…… Panicking you muttered Simeon’s name lots of times.
- Please, Simeon rescue me……… please……… I will never leave your side……… I promise… I am so scared…………… - you whispered.
Branches began to rustle. To avoid seeing them, you covered your face with your hands, hoping that it’s all just a bad dream.
Silence.
You didn’t dare to look at them. If you could die of fear, you would have already been dead.
- Y/n? what are you doing here? I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Oh, my dear, come on, let’s go to the camp, - he sat on his knees, hugging you firmly, making sure you are safe and secure. “My little lamb……… don’t worry, I will carry you on my hands”
- I am glad you came. You won’t believe what just happened, - while he carried you gently, you told him the story.
But one thing you didn’t know, and never will. He had the same gloves, like that person. And you didn’t notice the dress and the shawl laying on the ground next to the bushes.
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Ok wait. Yes tell me what episodes are good and everything else you said in the tags, but does rick and morty have lore? I thought it was episodic?
ok first Yes there's lore. there's like. the backdrop premise of rick having just came back into his daughter's life after being absent since she was a child for undisclosed reasons but it is a big part of beth's characterization and why he gets away w all the shit he gets away with. but there's also Lore that ties w rick's crybaby backstory™ and like the universe in general is probably more. Complicated? Expanded? than you'd think? bc yea it SHOULD be episodic and self contained but the team is at war w that concept since s2 if not s1 already. it's why i'm annoyed at people complaining abt the random filler episodes in s7 like girl that's the Normal Episodes. the Lore Heavy Episodes are the little special treat for you not the standard?? it's a sitcom unfort.
so. maybe still my favorite episode is STILL from s1 ep8. rixty minutes aka interdimensional cable ONE!!! let me set the scene. a few episodes earlier morty's school was doing prom and he asked rick to make him a love potion to get the girl he has a crush on to go to prom w him. rick fucks up SEVERELY bc his nihilistic scientist brain didn't understand love (??? i mean we know he Does. but it was s1) and he accidentally turns everyone first into morty stans who wont him desperately and then into straight up Monsters. he can't figure out how to fix it so what he does instead is move morty and himself into a new dimension where the incident had also happened but that dimension's rick had fixed the problem And gotten himself and morty killed accidentally. so they swoop in and dig a grave for Themselves and take those rick and morty's place. for rick it's Nothing it's Normal he's been doing this a while he's closely aware of the many dimensions and many versions of himself etc in fact it becomes a Huge plotpoint soon. but morty's still new to this and having to? handle his dead body? and put it in the ground? and take its place like nothing happened? that's tough for him! baby's traumatized. rip
but everything's been self contained enough so far that you sort of dismiss it right. then two episodes later interdimensional cable happens. aka rick fucks around w their tv to hook it up to. interdimensional. cable. so they can watch stuff from every other reality out there (whoa!) and as they binge they bump into jerry being interviewed on some late night show and they're like HUH???? THERE'S A VERSION OF REALITY OUT THERE WHERE JERRY'S RICH AND FAMOUS???? so now beth and summer are also wondering what They're up to in other realities and rick gives them some goggles that let you see what different versions of you are doing. rick himself and morty are the only ones who don't care and just keep watching silly tv having a laff. in the meanwhile summer complains that every version of her is doing nothing cool while her parents are hitting the jackpot and beth offhandedly mentions that "if we accomplished our dreams it probably means you were never born" which is obviously HORRIBLE TO HEAR so summer being an angsty dramatic teen wants to Run Away From Home and beth and jerry start fighting abt how you ruined my life and all. morty smells blood in the water so he goes upstairs to cheer up summer and she's like. they had you on purpose as a symptom of their problems you're not the Cause of their problems you can't make me feel better. so morty points out his and rick's graves in the yard outside the window and tells her he's not even her real brother he's as much of an incident as she is rn and now that he eats breakfast a few feet away from his corpse he knows better than most how meaningless all of this is anyway. and he tells her. something that still brings tears to my eyes. he goes "nobody exists on purpose, nobody belongs anywhere, everybody's gonna die. come watch tv?"
ARGH! HE'S JUST A 14 YEAR OLD BOY WITH AN INSANE MAD SCIENTIST GRANDPA WHO'S BEEN DRAGGING HIM ON FUCKED UP ELDRITCH SPACE ADVENTURES THAT HAVE BEEN SHATTERING HIS INNOCENCE AND UNDERSTANDING OF LIFE! AND NOW HE JUST WANTS TO WATCH TV WITH HIS SISTER! it kills me it's so humane and childish and it was REALLY gutting to me. cause i didn't expect a callback at that point. i didn't expect the trauma to impact the characters. it was completely out of left field and it made me say oh. so this is good. so this is actually worth watching.
#other good episodes.... anytime birdperson or evil morty show up it's GOOD. rick backstory episodes are also good#the simulation episode is good. the citadel introduction episode is good and Formative. s2 e1 good. the parasites episode is good#tiny rick is GREAT the vindicators is GREAT the jerry adventure is GREAT the goopy episode is GREAT the beth clone stuff is ALWAYS GOOD#the toilet episode.... THE DRAGON EPISODE the decoy family episodes omg. the pissmaster episode makes you cry. nah i'm going insane#YES i was looking at a list of episodes and reminiscing. it's GOOD RICK AND MORTY IS GOOD GUYS#somebody ask me abt other episodes or abt rick crybaby backstory GO#ask
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Hey! So this is a long shot but July is disability pride month, idk if you know, so I’m wondering if it would be possible to request a Makkari (from eternals) x reader fic where the reader is also deaf and makkari is kind of mentoring them like a big sisterly figure kind of (maybe they’ve recently got powers or something, I’m not very good with ideas) makkari was just the first marvel character I could really see myself in and I love your works so much your account is such a comfort, so thank you!
Being Mentored by Makkari Would Include . . .
Authors Note: I hope you like this! I’m sorry it’s not a fic, but I found that I could generate more ideas with what you requested by writing hcs rather than a fic.
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This would start out by you being a new Eternal sent to Earth, having been taken in by Gilgamesh and Thena
They were practically your parents
Makkari was thrilled that there was a new member
When she learned that you were deaf, she was happy to teach you sign language
You two bonded quickly, with her teaching you sign language
When you were almost fluent, you asked Makkari if she would train you
Which she, of course, said yes
She helped you figure out your Eternals powers and trained you in combat
It was a little unfair, though, because she kept making you dizzy with her super speed
But you two trained well and worked great as a duo
So great that Druig got jealous
He pulled you aside one day, telling you that you had stolen his best friend and girlfriend
But Makkari walked up and slung an arm around your shoulder, saying that Druig was stealing her mentee
You smirked very happily as you guys walked away, much to Druig’s displeasure
Your parents soon had to tell you stop for a bit because they rarely saw you
Outside of Makkari mentoring you, you guys also became quick friends
You were often hanging out outside of training
And teased the others in sign language
They soon asked you guys to teach them sign language because they didn’t want to miss out on what you were saying
You and Makkari fought over who got to teach who
Whenever the team faced enemies, watch out, cause you and Makkari kicked ass
Everyone was astounded at how well you guys worked and fought together
Druig got more jealous
Eventually, he warmed up to you
Druig became a big brother figure and Makkari a big sister figure
You favored Makkari tho
Who wouldn’t? She’s awesome
Plus, she was the most fun
Thena and Gilgamesh often complained that you liked Makkari better than them
Which they were right
Makkari was a great teacher too, which I think we’ve established
But still! We stan Makkari here
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A/N: For the @jshkseasonszine! I wanted to touch that bittersweet feeling of hanging out with friends while knowing that Mitsuba/Hanako can’t come.
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Nene had never thought of her neighbourhood as a quiet place. As close to the city as it was, the steady roar of traffic always kept the noise level high. Yet today, in the middle of the Sanja Matsuri, she realized for the first time just what ‘loud’ was. She couldn’t hear herself think, let alone speak; it was a cacophony of sound as hundreds of people pushed and pressed against her.
“Can’t…breathe…” Nene gasped. She hadn’t been prepared for any of this. The only good thing was that she was wearing a casual pair of shorts and a t-shirt so she didn’t have to worry about her clothes getting ruined.
Aoi, on the other hand…Nene glanced over her shoulder. Amazingly, there was a small bubble around her, an invisible shield that strangers kept bouncing off. It was only their linked hands that kept them together, and Nene tightened her grip before the tide could pull her away.
“You okay?” Aoi asked, concerned. Her elegant kimono looked perfectly in place and Nene half-wondered if it was possible for a good-luck spirit to possess her clothes. But that was impossible. The spirits didn’t leave the school grounds. Otherwise, Hanako would be here too, complaining about the late spring heat.
“Yeah.” Nene forced a smile. It was a day off. She was at a festival, having fun. There was no way she was going to waste any time thinking about a ghost who forced her to clean a bathroom everyday. “I’ll get us out of here.”
Nene gritted her teeth as she marched forward. Luckily, the food stalls and other festival booths were in the park, just off the main procession. The only problem: the crowds were too packed. She couldn’t see where they’d started to thin, couldn’t find the trees over all of these overly tall adults, couldn’t even figure out which way they’d come from.
“Senpai!” A familiar voice called her name just as she was giving up. Kou’s hand reached through the dense crowd, wrapping around her wrist before tugging her forward. “You made it!”
“Have I?” she argued, her voice almost drowned out by the din. He didn’t hear her. Nene tightened her grip on Aoi, pulling her along as they weaved through the throng. It wasn’t long before they burst out into the park and Nene had never been so grateful to see a tree in her life. “Finally, free!”
“You make it sound like we had a big hurdle,” Aoi chided, giggling. She tucked a stray lock behind her ear as she glanced around. “Where are the other—”
“Aoi!” As though summoned, Akane burst out of nowhere. Even though she knew it was impossible, Nene couldn’t help but wonder if his powers worked outside the school. It was the only explanation for how he could have just teleported to them.
“Akane.” Aoi smiled politely, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
“You look so pretty.” He flushed, looking a little shy as he rubbed his neck. “I’m glad you came.”
“Everyone was coming, why wouldn’t I?” Aoi gestured at Nene and Kou. Her expression didn’t change. “It’s fun hanging out with friends at the festival.”
Akane stepped back. “With—"
“With friends,” Aoi repeated sunnily.
Nene could feel Akane’s flinch. Ice cold, Hanako would have said. I guess he’ll be a real ghost soon.
By now, the rest of their friends had arrived. Lemon’s eyes were glued to his phone, as usual. He looked nothing like the boy serenading Akane in front of the love tree and she wondered if that had been the tree’s influence or if that aspect was still buried within him. Behind him, two of Kou’s friends (Yokoo and Satou, if she remembered correctly) were staring at the park map and arguing about something.
“Where’s your brother?” she asked without thinking. Immediately, she flushed; could she be any more obvious?
Luckily, Kou was as dense as his brother was sharp. “He had some exorcism duties.” He clasped his hands behind his head with a carefree grin. “It’s always been like this, since he’s so amazing.”
Nene also thought he was amazing, but for vastly different reasons. She glanced at Kou. His casual clothes looked as plain as his uniform, and she hoped his brother’s fashion sense would rub off on him one day.
“Ready?” Aoi asked, hooking her arm through Nene’s.
“What about—” She peeked over her shoulder. Akane looked like he’d suffered a mortal blow, though his smile hadn’t diminished. Respectfully, she turned back to the park. “Alright! Let’s go!”
“Yes!” Kou and Yokoo cheered.
Satou seemed mildly embarrassed and Lemon…continued staring at his phone. Nene pursed her lips; why had he even bothered to come? Either way, he trailed behind as they headed into the park. It was still early afternoon. The long strings of lanterns weren’t lit, looking almost sad in the bright afternoon light. She didn’t focus on them for long, not when there were so many more interesting stalls around her now. Delicious scents wafted right under her nose and her stomach gurgled.
Hungry? Hanako would have teased.
Luckily, he wasn’t here, no one else had noticed, and Nene wrapped an arm around her belly, shooting it a glare before it could complain again. “Let’s play a game,” she suggested. Distractions always helped her take her mind off hunger.
“The goldfish are cute,” Aoi complimented idly, pointing at a nearby stall. In a children’s inflatable pool, dozens of gold and red goldfish circled warily, already knowing their fate.
Or maybe that was Nene’s imagination. Now that she’d spent some time as a fish, she felt oddly in tune with them. “Maybe not—”
“I can get you some!” Akane clenched his fist, determined. Without even waiting for a response, he made his way over and bought a dozen scoops. “I’ll get you all of them.”
“What will I do with that many?” Aoi ambled over as well, gently tugging Nene along.
“Me too!” Kou bounced over eagerly. His energy alone scared the fish, who went to the opposite side of the pool.
Aoi’s grip was stronger than she’d expected, and Nene could only step back slightly as Akane and Kou crouched next to the pool. As expected, Kou was terrible at it, each scoop breaking the second he used them. Water splashed slightly at every attempt and Nene bristled as she watched the droplets get closer and closer.
If she wasn’t careful, they’d be catching her instead.
“Are you okay?” Aoi asked, noticing when Nene stepped back again.
“Just don’t want to get wet.” It was a white lie. Maybe when the curse got removed, she could tell Aoi about it and laugh. Or maybe she’d just take it to her grave. The whole thing was embarrassing.
“How?” Kou moaned, drawing their attention back to the game. He sat back, staring at the sky with vacant eyes.
Nene’s jaw dropped at the sight. It was expected that Kou wouldn’t get any. Kou and winning were two foreign concepts. But Akane also was empty-handed.
“I don’t,” Akane knelt on the ground, a perfect table pose as he stared at the gravel, “understand. How?”
And even more inexplicable was Lemon, who had joined at some point. Somehow, he’d filled three bags with several fish. He was the clear winner, not that anyone could tell with his passive expression. Lifting the bags up, he poked them lightly. “Dinner….”
“You’ve going to eat them?” Nene gasped. When he glanced at her, she edged back further; she could never turn into a fish around him.
I wouldn’t let him eat you, Hanako would have reassured.
Or maybe he would have just laughed. He could be cruel like that, after all.
“Maybe?” Lemon shrugged, holding a bag out to her. “You can have one, if you want.”
“I…” The overfilled bag dangled in front of her eyes. Three fish stared at her, imploringly, as they circled it frantically. She could almost feel the gills on her neck. Defeated, she raised her hands. “I’ll take them.”
“Lucky you.” Aoi bent forward slightly, prodding the bag gently as she examined it. “I didn’t know you liked fish.”
“I don’t.” Nene sighed, delicately holding the bag as they moved on. Maybe she could send them to the underwater kingdom or something. “I couldn’t let him eat them.”
“Hmm, was he serious?” Aoi tapped her chin, considering Lemon. “It’s impossible to read him.”
“Does he even know how to joke?” Nene resisted the urge to tear out her hair; her classmates were impossible even when they weren’t possessed by a love-hungry tree.
Shakily, Akane got to his feet. “Alright, I’ll get the next one.” He clenched his fist once more, but he didn’t look half as confident as last time.
Kou slapped his cheeks, forcing himself back to reality. “Right! Next one!” Eagerly, he scanned their surroundings before pointing at a booth two stalls down. “We can win a stuffed animal.”
“Aoi looks cuter with stuffed animals than fish,” Akane agreed, crossing his arms and nodding sagely. “In losing the battle, we’ll win the war.”
“That’s really dramatic, isn’t it?” Aoi giggled, as though this wasn’t about her.
Sometimes, Nene wondered if her best friend was just that oblivious, or if she was trying to be kind to Akane. At least there wasn’t any water at the next booth. It was a simple ring toss game, with a table full of bottles and dozens of failed rings scattered on the ground below. She glanced at the prizes, the hanging teddy bears and puppies. They all looked ridiculously soft and cute. “I kinda want one too.”
You’ll miss, Hanako might have teased.
Somehow, that just made her all the more determined to join in. Squaring her shoulders, she joined Akane and Kou at the tossing point. “I’ll do it too!” she declared, slamming down ten dollars.
“Alright little missy.” The man running the booth grinned as he took her money, handing her five blue plastic rings. They were surprisingly light. “The bottles with the yellow markings will win you a major prize, anything else a minor one.”
“So I just have to hit a bottle.” Nene raised the ring, squinting through it at the bottles that couldn’t have been more than two meters away. She could do this. She’d fought ghosts and creepy monsters, what was a tiny space like this?
Slowly, she flicked her wrist. The ring soared through the air, onto the bottles and—
Skittered off, hitting the ground with a sad thud.
Next to her, Kou groaned and Akane sighed. Their rings bounced off uselessly as well, as though there was a barrier on the bottles. Gritting her teeth, Nene tried again. And again. And again. All of her rings clinked against the bottles before crashing on the ground.
“Good try,” Aoi reassured, patting her on the back.
Nene stared at the bottles. “It’s rigged, right? That has to be it.”
“There’s no other explanation,” Akane agreed, his fingers digging into the railing as he glared at the bottles. “It’s an impossible game.”
“A scam,” Nene added.
“Run by thieves.”
“The bear,” Lemon said and they both looked to their right. Lemon stood there, hunched over as usual, but for once he was looking above him. He pointed at a bear in a top hat.
“I’ve never seen anyone win with the first toss,” the booth operator gushed, using a long stick to pull the bear off the hook.
Lemon looked away, scuffing his shoe on the ground. “It’s just a game,” he mumbled, though his ears were red.
“Again?” Nene pinched her arm but the sight before her didn’t change. Lemon was still walking away with a giant, stuffed bear. The booth operator was still gushing about him. None of this made any sense.
“How did you do that?” Akane asked, jogging after him. “Did you cheat?”
“Why do you think it’s cheating?” Aoi asked pleasantly as she followed suit.
“It has to be cheating.” Nene glanced at the bottles again. The two meters suddenly felt like a giant chasm. “There’s no other reason.”
Or you just suck, Hanako snarked.
Nene whirled around, indignant. “I don’t suc—”
But there was no one behind her. She stared at the empty space. Of course there wasn’t, Hanako couldn’t leave the school. Her chest tightened. All of their festivals, all of their days off school, the entire summer vacation would be like this. Hanako stayed in school, and she could leave. Nene’s sight grew blurry, her eyes tearing up.
“Nene?” Kou asked, tapping her shoulder.
Quickly, she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “Y-yes?” Her voice cracked, giving her away.
“What’s—you’re crying!” Concerned, he quickly patted his pockets before pulling out a hanky. “Are you okay?”
“I’m…” Nene stared at the hanky, then at him. It would be okay to tell Kou the truth, wouldn’t it? Taking the hanky, she discreetly checked for the others, but they’d already meandered further along the path. As she dabbed her eyes, she asked, “You’re having fun right?”
“Huh?” Kou blinked confused. “Yeah.”
“Me too.” She trembled. “It’s fun and we’re together and it’s great. But…” Her sight grew blurry again and she buried her face in the hanky. “Hanako can’t see this. He’ll never be able to see this.”
“Oh.” Kou stared at the ground for a long moment. He rubbed his neck. “Yeah…I was just thinking, Mitsuba, he won’t either…”
“Yeah, and it’s just…painful.” Nene gripped her shirt. “He’s annoying and irritating and terrible but…it’s…unfair. He can’t do this.”
Kou’s expression caved. Before she could, he started to sob. “Mitsuba could have taken photos.”
It was like a switch had been turned on, and she hugged him tight, crying into his shirt. “Yeah…Hanako would have insulted us.”
He hiccupped. “I wanted to win a prize for them.”
“A prize?” Nene sniffled, and she pulled back now to see him.
“A souvenir.” Kou’s shoulders slumped. “So they could also be at the festival…but I’m not winning anything…”
So that’s why he was so gung-ho about every booth. A souvenir. Maybe not a teddy bear; Hanako would never love one of those, though she could see Mitsuba with one. But there were other prizes—masks, toy cars, fireworks set. She could just picture Hanako’s excited grin as she presented him a prize.
“We can do it together.” Nene wiped her eyes. This was no time for crying. “I know they’ll like it.”
Kou stared at her for a moment before grinning. Filled with confidence once more, he turned toward the booths. “The shooting range is next—we can both win something there.”
“Yeah, we just need to hit it!” Nene hooked her arm through his as they plunged forward. “How hard could that be?”
(On Monday, Hanako and Mitsuba both received a tiny, plastic tissue pack. The gifts were promptly flushed, along with the goldfish.)
#jshk#yashiro nene#akane aoi#kou minamoto#aoi akane#tbhk#jibaku shounen hanako kun#toliet bound hanako kun#fanfic#and this is why i don't write fluff#i can never reread it ahaha
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So these AirHeads right around yesterday saying that they have the fleet that missed that is missing and they're yelling it and my husband says why do you have to yell it if you have it and I wouldn't obey you only if you had power and why don't you have power if you have it it started to explain all this stuff that didn't make sense is it like you can't reveal it until you've built the lasers and other defenses why would you know my brother took it my brother took it and you didn't get the although you demand you took it and you demand and insist which works for me and he starts blabbing this stuff to everybody and they start blabbing it at the max can't figure out what the fudge happened or what they're saying so they're pulling them in one by one they're capitulating then they're not they said we took them in like in the video and they're screaming it and the max said we have to search all your stuff and get rid of you and they start doing it in a big way yesterday and it's getting bigger and bigger regular people can't stand them and they have to know too and these are things that they are going to kill for shouting and it is a lot they're saying it's up to 0.039% an hour and it is starting to climb
Hera
Olympus
So we're saying is a nightmare and it says I'm a giant on the nightmare Giants or nightmares get over it then wetter bed wetter Jesus Christ you people a little babies and he says that last part and I say this is absolutely right he says he returns the thread we end up dead mince meat everyday and we don't know what we're doing in the first place and he doesn't care we're running around saying stupid s*** bothering him harassing him for his pennies and we die even if we're not even getting any and yeah we're useless
Woody harrelson
We're going to prove some of the projects and we're going to make it work and we do know which ones and some of them are not bad a few of them are crazy some I wouldn't even eat at lunch and talk about but he's got ideas at work and construction is one of them they want to build tons of stuff and we wanted to go ahead takes forever and people are complaining it's a nightmare we have to get moving on it they have jobs and will be quiet if that's true
Gene
It's part of it part of his name and part of the problem the other thing is that people are running around saying fuel costs too much energy is terrible and we have tech and we can figure it out we're not even working on that it won't spending time bothering people to be pissy to come after us that has to stop you see big bunkers getting broken that much better so let's get together in a meeting and do something different insane Pontiac is ready to go Harley-Davidson can start they're making a lot of the 350X and the 500x we know about that and it's true and people need transportation need bike suck e bikes suck I say we got to start doing something and we need a lot of that stuff the nightmare you need new cars 4 or 5 years is too old we have a list of stuff let's try it all sorts of things and you can't do anything and these retards are sticks in the mud cuz they think they have stuff should open huge mental hospitals it says no I don't think so but ton to do stuff this is misery
Robert Duvall
They are approving certain plans for projects and we are going to have to move fast we want to get this done and get more going it's terrible there's so much work so we need to hire and we need to get going we have contracts for five things you will probably or possibly release tomorrow they're huge projects in cities to revitalize and take like four or five boroughs down and rebuild them they're all crap and we're in the process of planting no other planned and we just need to go ahead and we expect it tomorrow this kind of project is going to be prevalent and they'll be hundreds and then maybe a few thousand and tons of other jobs coming up real soon so we want ours to get ready talk about it now you don't talk about it
Thor Freya
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“Hey, I uh, saw a new taggin’ spot down by Crosby Avenue,” Casey told Raph, “Wanna come check it out?”
Their code had proven to be a life saver. A way to get away and be alone without having to worry the others. Tonight it was a confession, though what type was unclear.
Casey didn’t bring his weapons, but he did have his duffel bag with him, having stuffed it full of a few random couch pillows from his house. It was bumpy and lumpy, but it was big enough for him and Raph to both use it to rest their heads on. Casey’s hand resting on top of Raph’s own, fingers interlaced; he had figured out a decent way to do it. He was quiet, staring at the sky. Casey adored nights like this, where they did nothing, simply enjoy the presence and appreciate the knowledge they weren’t alone. But he hadn’t dragged Raph out here to gaze at the stars. Nah, he had been...reflecting, on some things, and now...now Casey understood how bad he could get. And that Raph needed to know,
“So...this is gonna sound real dumb,” Nothing new there, “But I, I think yer my Guardian Angel Raphael.”
He tightens his grip, stares at the sky,
“Yer there for me, always in my corner, no matter how dumb I’m bein’,” Casey starts, “Yer help me with Angel, you lemme vent an’ take me out t’ fight Dragons, you patch me up whenever I get my ass kicked,” He lists, “You’re there for me, an’, I really appreciate that you are always there for me, no matter what.”
He swallows thickly, tells himself to keep it together,
“But I gotta tell you somethin’, an’ I know yer aint gonna hate or leave me cause of it, but, I’m still kinda scared t’,” Casey admits, learning, slowly, to be more open, “Cause, I tol’ yer somethin’, an’ yer took it so literally that I didn’t wanna correct yer, an’, I even suggested it ‘gain when yer were upset with your brothers.”
Bite the bullet Casey, spit it out, you can’t fully accept help until you acknowledge how bad things really get,
“Raph when I tol’ yer about the whole ‘walkin’ off into the woods thing’, I didn’t mean it literally...I wasn’t actually gonna just go run off into the woods,” Casey murmurs, feeling the wobble in his voice, “I meant it, I, well, what I meant it as was...yanno, me doin’ something more permanent, somethin’ that I couldn’t change if I actually do it...”
He can’t bring himself to say the word, but damn, he hopes Raph understands what he’s trying to tell him,
“‘Cause I get tired of fightin’ Raph, or tryin’ t’ keep it together, or actin’ like things are okay, an’ it feels like if I was gone, with no way of comin’ back, it would make things better,” He goes on, “But yer...yer said you’d come drag me back, an’, I don’t think you know it Raph cause I aint really good with this whole talkin’ thing,” As if he hadn’t shut up, “But...but you’ve saved me more times than I think yer realise, ‘cause, now, whenever it gets t’ much, I jus’ think of yer, an’ think of the good we got an’ how much I care for yer an’ yer care for me an’...”
Fuck, fuck, he’s getting emotional, he can feel it. Keep it together Jones!
“An’ I love yer Raph, an’ I dunno where I’d be if I didn’t ‘ave yer t’ save me.”
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“Hey, I uh, saw a new taggin’ spot down by Crosby Avenue,”
Soon as Casey dropped the usual code Raph was already moving up to his feet getting up off the couch not caring much for anyone else around. Hey the moment Casey said the code it meant Raph was dropping literally anything for his boy friend. Though he was a bit confused about why Crosby, he didn't question it though happy to play along as he handed Savage over to Mikey. Not needing a word to say he was on baby duty Mikey never complained he loved how tony they were.
“Wanna come check it out?”
Smile offered to Casey as he tapped his knuckled against their arm, a far more light punch. More affection in the action when he did it this way. "Lets get going the soon the better don't need any amateurs trying to snag it from us first right?"
Even with the cat outta the bag with them dating not that it was gonna be easy to keep it between them with how Casey went about that. No one still seemed to bother to try and crack their code on what they were really up to. Made sneaking off to talk easier for them, When they got to the roof top and Casey set his duffel down, it was easy to tell it wasn't loaded up with weapons or even spray paint. Raph moved to rest on the roof head on the bag, could feel the pillows stuffed in there as Casey joined him. Seemed Casey was expecting to be here for awhile. That only left Raph to grow far more curious now, glancing to his side as Casey was busy eyeing the sky above them. Heck even if Casey ended up not talking least they could just stay like this though he did wonder if maybe he should try and press a little? it seemed like something serious. For now he waited lowering his gaze down to their hands. it was a little awkward at first what with his three fringes well Casey had five but after a bit they figure out how best to let fingers lace together. Maybe it was dumb but simple hand holding still got to him.
“So...this is gonna sound real dumb,”
Raph twisted his wrist around so he could hold Casey's hand back, giving a slight squeeze, wanting them to know without wording it that he wasn't going to think it was stupid. Just wanting Casey to know they could speak up on it
“But I, I think yer my Guardian Angel Raphael.”
Eyes snapping over to the side to better look at Casey now, tilting his head over at the wording still he tried to ask about it trying to see the reasoning "Imma? your what?" slightly cut off by the way Casey squeezed his hand. Hmm they finally found the words Raph wasn't going to cut him off.
“Yer there for me, always in my corner, no matter how dumb I’m bein’,”
"I always will be"
“Yer help me with Angel, you lemme vent an’ take me out t’ fight Dragons, you patch me up whenever I get my ass kicked,”
"Angels a good kid, she wouldn't them beatin' you like the peace you bruise like."
“You’re there for me, an’, I really appreciate that you are always there for me, no matter what.”
"I always will be there for you."
They went back and forth just now Casey pouring out what well they both knew. It was the same on both ends they were just always there for each other. Raph just wanting to reaffirm all that Casey was saying he knew Casey was telling him this because he appreciated that Raph did all that it was more Raph wanted to know why he was telling him stuff he already knew? Eyes focused on Casey watching them closely trying to get a read on them. Sensei always said you could easily read someone if you did, but that wasn't the same as being a mind reader. As Casey swallowed hard before they spoke once more.
“But I gotta tell you somethin’, an’ I know yer aint gonna hate or leave me cause of it, but, I’m still kinda scared t’,”
Okay finally, not trying to be impatience if anything it was worry creeping up and making him near wanting to shake them till they finally fessed up. No he couldn't that if anything that would have made things far worse.
“Cause, I tol’ yer somethin’, an’ yer took it so literally that I didn’t wanna correct yer, an’, I even suggested it ‘gain when yer were upset with your brothers.”
Raph took a second to try and figure out what Casey meant? Something he told him that he took literal? If he was honest when it came to him being upset with brother more just remembered how nice it felt to near be held by Casey at the time. So He held thier hand tighter.
“Raph when I tol’ yer about the whole ‘walkin’ off into the woods thing’, I didn’t mean it literally...I wasn’t actually gonna just go run off into the woods,”
uh? what did..what did that mean then Raph asked himself? He figured it meant that cause Casey family had that farm house in the woods? For some reason this was feeling him with a bit more worry, slightly moving to lie on his side propping himself on his elbow.
“I meant it, I, well, what I meant it as was...yanno, me doin’ something more permanent, somethin’ that I couldn’t change if I actually do it...”
A stunned silence. Casey didn't need the exact wording. Raph was slowly piecing it all together now. He had to admit when Casey said he had a confession well not once had he thought it would go into such dark territory. That hold on Casey's hand changed his grip didn't tighten but he did shift his hand around to keep Casey here, right here with him.
“‘Cause I get tired of fightin’ Raph, or tryin’ t’ keep it together, or actin’ like things are okay, an’ it feels like if I was gone, with no way of comin’ back, it would make things better,”
He had no idea, he didn't hear Casey well enough to understand. This whole time they were trying to tell him but Raph missed their point. Twice at that.
“But yer...yer said you’d come drag me back, an’, I don’t think you know it Raph cause I aint really good with this whole talkin’ thing,”
green eyes shift to look over Casey again, yeah he did say that hadn't he. Raph didn’t know how him making that threat seemed to matter so deeply for Casey though either. He would though he drag Casey back no matter what.
“But...but you’ve saved me more times than I think yer realise, ‘cause, now, whenever it gets t’ much, I jus’ think of yer, an’ think of the good we got an’ how much I care for yer an’ yer care for me an’...”
He manages a slight smile at that bit, cause yeah they did have it pretty good between them didn’t they? He just wish he had noticed a bit sooner what Casey been struggling with so much maybe he could have helped better?
“An’ I love yer Raph, an’ I dunno where I’d be if I didn’t ‘ave yer t’ save me.”
“You..you love me?” Raph said it, softly okay yeah sure they were dating, they were boy friends, the pretty much had a kid together with how they dotted and care about the turtle Casey got him but still. Sure the feelings were very romantic between them but this was the first time either of them said it out loud. Yeah Raphael felt it deep down. How he loved Casey and was sure Casey may feel the same. But hearing it? Raphael just wasn’t sure what to say in the moment between the two confessions he just got. He moved a bit closer letting go of Casey’s hand he was a bit hesitant in what he was doing.Setting a hand on Casey’s face slightly moving their head so they could look at them. Just needing a closer look at their face. Casey hide it all so well, but right now? it was so clear to see how tried and worn Casey looked over everything. What do you say to all of this?
“You’re not alone Case” he offered at least Raph didn’t wanna assume how it was for them with this whole thing. But he wanted to show Casey he was still here. They said they were scared and he could see why now, looking into those deep dark brown eyes of Casey’s. “I’m sorry I didn’t quite get what you were saying till now. I do mean it when I say you can tell me anything if this stuff alright?” in case Casey fear was still there. he leaned down a bit letting his forehead rest their against their own.He might not be able to make it go away but least he can try and reassure them about this part right? “I won’t go no where.” he could feel the warmth against his face though swloowing thickly himself. He been thinking it for a good time himself was now okay? He wasn’t sure but..he meant it so it be fine right? “I love ya too Case.” He tells them “An’ I wanna be there for you okay? No matter how ya need that to talk, to help with your sis, or just sit up on the roof like this okay? I love you and I wanna be there for you.” The heat on his just got worse he said it twice properly even. But he meant it if he can at least be there as much as Casey is for him? moving to rest on his side again, as he lays an arm over them tugging them his way so Casey could curl up against him if he wanted, like how he curled up against them. He just wanted casey to know, He got them.
#muse| hamato raphael#aflockofffeathers#madamkezzie#[ if you jump off a bridge its only cause i did first aflockoffeathers]#tw: self harm mentioned#muse interactions#stayed qeued#((DONT EVEN BE SURPISED YOU KNOW IM WEAK!))
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guilty pleasures
pairing: ran haitani x f!reader
warnings: heavy smut, asphyxiation, somnophilia, dacryphilia, cnc, oral (f!receiving), minor spit mention, minor size kink (?), degradation, praise, lots of getting caught
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you have been friends with the haitani’s your whole life. all the way from when you were 8 years old. you have always had a soft spot for them because of this. it was an obvious reason, and no one complained of this. now you were all grown up, as close as usual. obviously not the best friends, spending every day together, as you used to when you were kids. but you still made decent time for everyone to spend time together.
you had always had a little school-girl crush on rindou haitani. even now you carry on that crush, still too scared to act on it. you’ve been so close for so long! what would it do to your relationships if you had confessed? it had been running through your head a lot lately.
of course rindou has grown since your school times, and you can proudly say, he has grown into quite the handsome man. it used to be a crush full of only love in mind, but as you guys grew up, you gained more lustful thoughts about the man. even at the age you are now, you still havent been with a man. you know to others it may seem “disappointing” but you felt like you needed to have it with rindou first. you couldnt let all these fantasies with him go to waste!
lustful thoughts soon grew to even more. imagining numerous kinks with him, such as being tied up, choked, etc. this had inevitably led to wet dreams. these were some of the best dreams you’ve had, leaving you dripping the next morning. you’d usually finish yourself off when you woke up, reciting the dream in your mind as you moved your fingers. he never left your mind, and you had to act on it soon.
you had been invited to stay at their place for the weekend, since they still lived together, even in their 30s. you had decided that this would be your time. your time to finally lay with rindou and act out all the desires you’ve been putting aside for years now. this was your chance, you needed this to work out.
when the time came, you quickly gathered most of the clothes you had needed and headed to their house. you felt your hands shaking slightly as you walked to your car. why am i so nervous right now? i cant freak out over this. you soon arrived to the house, wearing clothes slightly tighter than usual, hugging your body. it was a bit out of your comfort zone, but right now, that’s what you needed.
you walked to their front door and knocked. you heard footsteps and small chatter inside, probably small remarks between the brothers. the door soon swung open and you laid your eyes on ran haitani. he had known about your small crush on rindou years ago, but nothing said of it now. this relieved you a bit, not needing it to be a memorable thing between the two of you.
“hey y/n, rin is setting stuff up for a movie but come inside. you can chill for a bit.” ran moved to the side to welcome you in. you greeted him the same and walked inside. you kicked your shoes off and walked to the living room where your eyes met with the man of the hour, rindou haitani. your eyes trail over him, taking in his lean figure. he only wore a shirt and sweatpants as usual for casual attire, but you can’t help but let your mind wander.
you’re snapped out of your lewd thoughts when rindou greets you with a hug. you wrap your arms around him and let your hands run down his back from his shoulders. he pulls away and you notice a small blush running across his cheeks. you giggle slightly and situate yourself on the couch, waiting for the movie to start.
you scroll through your phone until you feel rin and ran settle on the couch on either sides of you. you set it down on the coffee table. ran throws a big, heavy blanket over you three, getting comfy into the couch. rindou grabs the remote and presses play, and the movie starts rolling.
about a quarter through, you lay your head on rindou’s shoulder unknowingly. he stood no objection to it as you guys continued to watch. you slid your legs over ran’s, resting them on his. he paid no mind until the heel of your foot slid over his length. he grit his teeth for a moment before putting his hand on your leg, keeping it still. you glance at ran as you see his dark eyes. you are a bit confused, not noticing what had happened but you ignored it for now, finishing the movie up.
nothing too major happened during the movie. small chitchat here and there but that was all, and everyone was starting to get tired. “y/n, you can stay in our guest room at the end of the hallway, ill lead you back there.” rindou grabs the small bag of clothes you had brought and starts walking towards the hallway. you follow behind him, all the way to the room. he sets your bag down on the bed before turning to meet your eyes.
were the thoughts running through your head obvious when he saw the look in your eyes? you had assumed so, since it only took a few seconds of eye contact for him to connect his lips with yours. his hand landed into the small of your back while the other was on your nape. your lips melted together. it almost felt euphoric. yes! you had been waiting for this, dreaming of this for years. it didnt take long for the kiss to get heated.
his hand slides down to your ass, grabbing it slightly. you gasp, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue deeper in your mouth. at this point, this was a rough makeout session that was brimming with lust. both of you felt the tension in the room.
his other hand slowly made its way done to your ass. using both of his hands, he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his torso. he sits the two of you down on the bed, you straddling him. you grind your hips against his hardening length. you feel your core becoming drenched as he grounds you harder onto him. “rin i...” you bite your lip, cutting back a moan. “what, my love? use your words.” his hand comes up to your neck and squeezes it slightly, pulling you to keep eye contact with him. “i..i need you, rindou.” your eyes well up with tears of need. he is about to take things a step further when the door of the guest room gets opened.
“ran! get the fuck out!” rindou shouts to his brother. ran shuts the door afterwards and you slide off rindou’s lap. he sighs and stands up. “i-i’m sorry rindou.” you stand up next to him. he grabs your hand and brings you into a hug. “no reason to be sorry, head to bed, alright? ill see you in the morning.” you agree with his words and say your goodnights. he leaves the guest bedroom and you lay down in bed. your head is spinning with so many thoughts with the wetness in between your legs unresolved. you sigh and decide it’s best to sleep for now.
as you fall deeper into sleep, you start to dream. as you had expected, it is another dream of rindou. you squirm in the sheets of the bed as the dream, that just so happens to be the events that happened today, plays in your head. but it extends past getting caught by ran, but never enough to satisfy. as it goes on, it ends up with you taking him in missionary. this causes moans of his name to erupt from your mouth, loud enough for the brothers to hear.
the door of the guest bedroom slowly creaks open, the figure coming inside. he notices your squirming body, but eyes shut tight. “huh, wet dream, i presume.” he chuckles out. he takes a knee on your bed, large body slightly hovering over yours. the moans of rindou’s name continue to fall from your mouth. his fingers traces down your stomach to the aching stickiness between your legs. he lets out a rough groan, length hardening at the feeling of it.
he slides your tight shorts down your legs, leaving your dripping panties. he kneels in front of your core, letting the smell of your arousal take over his senses. his tongue slides up your clothed womanhood, causing you to squirm some more. he is suprised at the fact that you havent woken up yet, not even to relieve yourself.
after his long lick, he slides your drenched panties down your legs. the scent of arousal becomes unbearable, almost diving into your wet folds with no remorse. but he holds back, only doing some small kitten licks on your clit. he continues to do so until you subconsciously grip his hair. he looks up to you, eyes still closed. he huffs with frustration and decides to go all in.
he takes his hard cock out of his sweatpants and into his hand, jerking it off while he eats you out. your moans grow louder, begging for more. more from rindou. he takes his other hand and shoves a finger inside your aching hole, finally causing your eyes to snap open. you’re too overwhelmed by the pleasure to notice who is really in between your legs.
he adds another finger when you grip his hair tighter. he groans while shoving his fingers in and out of your gummy walls. you throw your head back when you feel your body start to shake. “i..i’m gonna cum!” you barely choke out your words between your moans. he finally adds another finger, stretching your walls. he hits deeper than before, soon finding your g-spot. he abuses it with his fingers, curling them up. this sends you over the edge, cumming on his fingers with a loud moan.
after riding out your orgasm on his fingers, you look down to the man between your legs. you gasp and sit up. “what the fuck ran?! what the hell are you doing?!” you are in genuine shock as he cleans the cum off his fingers. your cum specifically. you cant help but feel the ache reigniting in your core as you watch him clean his fingers. “you taste so sweet. i’m sorry, darling. i couldn’t help myself, especially when you’re moaning my little brother’s name so loudly.” he chuckles darkly.
your hand covers your mouth as the heat rushed to your cheeks. embarrassment fills you up when you realize he heard you this whole time, begging for his own brother. you try to grab the blanket to cover your shaking legs, but ran gets to it first. he shoves the blanket off the bed, crawling back over to your body. “ah-ah, dont think we’re done here. i know your slutty pussy is just aching to be ruined right now.” he is now right in front of your face, only a few centimeters from it.
you bite your lip, questioning all your decisions that led up to this point. were you really about to fuck your crush’s big brother? the thought ran through your mind. being totally honest, it turned you on. just seeing his imprint in his sweatpants made you drip. you swallow up all the pride you had left. “ran, i need you.” you run your fingers through his hair and down to his nape. he smirks and pulls you forward to connect his lips with yours.
he towers over you while kneeling in front of you. this is something that turns ran on, feeling like you are so vulnerable and weak under him. he wants to hear you beg for his cock, his cum, even just to feel pleasure from him. he wants to see you cry from how much you need him. he needs his sadistic fantasies fulfilled, and only from you.
he pushes you down on your back, hovering over top of you again. he connects his lips to yours again. they move swiftly yet lust-filled between you two. you wrap your leg around his hip, pushing him down so you feel his hard length on your core. this causes a loud groan to leave his lips while grinding his hips into you.
“r-ran more please.” you moan into his ear. hearing the ‘please’ fall from your pretty lips did something to him. but he didnt let this take over him. not yet. he slips his sweatpants and boxers off. your eyes widen at his size. it’s not too girthy, but makes up for it in length. he watches your eyes while you stare in awe at his cock. he chuckles as your reaction before rubbing the tip on your entrance. this causes your body to jolt before bringing your hands to his back, digging your nails in. “beg. i want you to beg for me. i don’t care if you have to beg until you’re crying. i wanna hear that slutty mouth of yours begging for my pleasure.” he has a dark look in his eyes. he’s drunk on lust and he cant get enough of it.
his tip continues to run up and down your core until it’s unbearable for you. with tears brimming your eyes, you finally cave in. “p..please fuck me ran! i’ll do anything just to feel you inside me! i promise i’ll make your cock feel so good! i just need you!” the tears spill while you beg in a shaky tone. he smirks and impales his cock into your hole. he can feel your walls tightening as he ruts into you. his name is falling from your lips like it’s a prayer. this is everything he’s wanted.
your nails dig down his back as he quickens his pace. he leans above you a little, taking your neck again. he squeezes it tight, moans choking out of you. you love this, even while the guilt shrivels inside you. this was supposed to be rindou. what am i doing? his other hand comes down to your clit, spitting on it before abusing it with his fingers.
you know you shouldn’t love this feeling so much. you cant help it. everything about ran is intoxicating to you right now. he continues to rut inside you, until he finds your g-spot once again. his cock hits it over and over until your body shakes and tears run down your face. he loves to watch you cry. you just look so pretty, so slutty, so fuck-drunk on his cock.
“yeah? how does it feel that you’re fucking your cute little childhood crush’s big brother in the room next to him? you’re such a fucking slut, huh y/n?” tears keep streaming, both of guilt and overwhelming pleasure. you feel your climax coming closer and closer, legs shaking harder than you thought they ever could.
“ran- fuck! i’m gonna cum!” you choke your moans out through the tears. his cock hits deeper than before when you feel it twitch inside you. “you’re gonna cum? i’m gonna fill you up to the brim with my cum, sweetheart. all you’re gonna think about is how warm my sweet cum makes you feel, hm?” this remark pushes you over the edge, creaming on his cock. he follows you soon after. he really didn’t lie about filling you to the brim.
your chest heaves as you ride your orgasms. he topples down next to you and you meet with his eyes. you swore you could’ve seen something more than lust in there. you could see the care. you enjoy the moment and catch your breathe in silence with the man. this moments is broken when you hear something come from the door of the room...
“y/n, is everything okay in he-“
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*hello! i am sorry if this is rushed. i am not experienced with writing nsfw stories so i will continue to progress as i go. thank you!*
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Portrait of a Dangerous Man🎨2
Warnings: (series) non-consent sex and rape; slow creep; cucking; (this chapter) nothing as yet.
This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Synopsis: Your dream of having your work hung in an art show comes true but your first buyer is not all he seems to be.
Note: Thank you for your positive response to this one! I hope you enjoy what I have in store.
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Your Spotify list of redundant tracks flowed through the apartment as you sat typing at your small desk in the corner of the front room. The boxy space was as oppressive as any office space, another reason for your voluntary work at the gallery. Vanessa let you in the studio to paint. Without the privilege, you wouldn’t have the space for your easel.
You stretched your fingers and rubbed your eyes. You felt dizzy from staring at the screen, even with night mode on. The work was monotonous and made you restless. You wanted a pencil or brush in hand, a canvas before you, not this blaring laptop. You yawned and took a sip of your lukewarm water.
Your phone vibrated from across the room and you checked the time. Your lunch started soon but no one was really keeping track. As long as you got your assignments done, it didn’t matter when you chewed on toast and disassociated.
You got up and grabbed your phone from the corner table and leaned against the arm of the couch. You remembered how Marcus woke up there and grumbled as he lifted his head in pain. You couldn’t really feel bad for him going into work hungover. He embarrassed you and it didn’t quite sink in until after Clark left you to stare down at your drunk boyfriend.
An unknown number showed on your screen and you answered tentatively, ready to hang up at the first sales pitch. Your name came from the speaker and you recognized the deep voice in an instant. It took you back to the night before and the canvas hung on the wall.
“I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Clark said, “I only just had the paintings hung and I thought… well, I thought you might like to come see them in their new home.”
“Um…” you chewed your thumb, uncertain how to respond.
“Sorry, I know I can be a bit… to the point,” he laughed at himself, “how are you?”
“I’m good, just… taking a break.”
“You working?”
“Yeah, but I work from home,” you said as you touched the side of your neck, “I could… I could come see them but it might be a while before--”
“When are you finished work?” he asked bluntly.
“Four but I… maybe another day.”
“I don’t mean to be pushy but I did have something else to speak with you about,” he said, “a commission, like I mentioned.”
“Oh?”
“I kinda wanna get it started sooner than later, it will probably be pretty time-consuming,” he explained and you heard a clink and a soft sip, “I don’t wanna get into details on the phone but I promise, you will be compensated nicely.”
“You can’t wait until tomorrow?” you wondered.
“I suppose I can but it’d have to be during the day,” he responded, “why don’t you take some time to figure it out and get back to me by two? You can text me through this number.”
“Erm, sure,” you said uneasily, “I’m sorry, it’s just… very sudden, I don’t--”
“You can bring the boyfriend,” he said casually, “if you like.”
“He won’t be… home,” you said carefully, “I’ll let you know. Thank you.”
“I look forward to hearing from you,” he replied, “have a good day.”
“You, too,” you said and the line died.
You put your phone down and took a moment. Good things rarely happened to you. You struggled so long it was hard to think that might change. The skeptic in you told you there was something behind it all. That it couldn’t possibly be your art.
You went back to your computer and sighed as you waved away the screensaver with your mouse. The blinking cursor made you want to believe it was your big break.
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You texted Clark at one and at four, you were in an Uber. Marcus drove his car to work and you stuck to buses and the underground when you could. The address was at least an hour out, the house among those estates on the edge of the city reserved for the upper echelon. You’d only ever seen the sprawling yards on your way to the next town.
When the car finally turned up the drive and you passed beyond a low brick wall, you felt entirely out of your depth. You tipped the Uber but didn’t feel too bad with the check from Vanessa sitting soundly in your account. You clutched the strap of your bag and walked along the curve of the brick work towards the stairs.
“Hey,” you stopped as Clark called to you, your ankle still tender from the night before.
You glanced over as he came out of the large garage and peeled off a pair of leather gloves. He smiled as he tucked them into his jacket pocket. You watched him and played with the clasp on your bag.
“Just got back from a drive,” he said, “I almost got carried away. I’m glad you made it.”
“Yeah, no problem,” you replied.
“Well, come on, let me show you around,” he waved behind you towards the front doors, “we’ll go on a tour and then we can talk details.”
“Wow,” you uttered mindlessly as you climbed the stairs to the door but kept the weight on your uninjured ankle, “this place is huge.”
“My contractor went a little crazy,” he scoffed, “but I can’t complain.”
He led you through the doors and directed you to the left. In the front room, your work was hung along the opposite wall, arranged in a way that drew the eye to them. You stepped closer and peered up at your work with a hint of awe. They looked even better in a place like that.
“I had my interior designer make the final call on where to hang them,” he explained, “I hope you don’t mind, I gave her your details. She said she had clients who might be interested in your work.”
“Really?” you breathed, “that’s… too nice.”
“Oh yeah? One day, you’ll be sick of rich pricks like me,” he grinned, “I’ll show you the pool, that’s usually the main attraction.”
“Sounds good,” you said as you followed but he paused and watched your stunted gait.
“I forgot, we can go slow,” he offered, “how’s the ankle?”
“I’ll make do,” you affirmed as you neared him, “just need to get my steps in.”
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As you finished the tour of the second floor, you slowed along the long hall and admired the work of artists you only ever saw in museums. You couldn’t help but be enamoured by the historic blots of paint. You almost forgot where you were as you leaned in to read the initials beneath the pastel flowers.
“So,” Clark’s voice brought you back, you almost blanked him out entirely in your mind, “I think you might have noticed the empty space above the fireplace in the front room. I was hoping you could fill it.”
“Oh?” you looked at him and smiled nervously, “did you have something in mind? A landscape or--”
“Well, your portraits are great. I like the old world style. I was hoping you might do one of… me,” he suggested, “I know, it’s vain but why not?”
“I mean, yeah, I could do that,” you said.
“I’ll pay hourly plus materials,” he continued, “three hundred an hour.”
You almost choked at the number. You blinked and swallowed through your surprise.
“Even a small portrait would take at least twelve hours,” you warned, “are you sure?”
“I know it’s a lot of time for you, so… I was thinking, if you have to miss work, I’ll factor it into your rate. I would really like to get the project started as soon as we can,” he put his hand on his hip as he looked down at you, “the only thing I need from you is a list of materials. I’ll have them waiting for you here.”
“Here?��
“Well, yeah, I figure it makes most sense,” he turned his palm out.
“Hmm, sure, I prefer my own brushes but… you know I can just buy the stuff myself--”
“Ah, no, I want it to be perfect. You send me a list and I’ll have my assistant go out and get it all ready,” he assured, “How does Sunday sound?”
“Sunday?” you blanched. That was two days away.
“Like I said, Marcus is more than welcome to come with you,” he offered, “I’d hate to keep you from him too long.”
“I guess Sunday works,” you squeaked, “I’ll talk to Marcus.”
“Great,” he said coolly, “well, that’s business. How about a drink to seal the deal?”
“I don’t know, I should probably get back,” you fiddled with your bag against your hip.
“One drink won’t hurt,” he said, “go on, call the boyfriend and let him know you won’t be much longer.”
“I… thanks,” you murmured.
“You’re humble for an artist,” he joked as he sidled by you, “once you grow an ego, you’ll be unstoppable.” He neared the stairs as you turned to watch him, “I’ll be at the bar, waiting. You like gin?”
“Sure,” you answered as you pulled out your phone, “I’ll see you down there.”
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When you told Marcus about your new side gig, he was even more excited than you. You were anxious and slightly hesitant. You hated to jump in feet first and risk losing more than a few tubes of paint. What if the work wasn’t good enough?
Marcus was more than willing to come with you when you told him about the size of the place. He knew by the area that it was extravagant. You sat in the passenger seat with the most expensive bottle of wine you’d ever bought cradled between your legs. You hated to show up empty handed after all of Clark’s generosity.
Marcus got lost and went down the wrong driveway before you righted your course. As you drove up, you were once more overcome from the rich rosebuds and sparkling fountain at the centre of the mosaic. You gripped the neck of the bottle and got out as Marcus whistled in awe.
“You weren’t kidding. This place is fucking nuts,” he swore, “I should’ve worn the tux from my brother’s wedding.”
“Please, Marcus,” you rolled your eyes, “let’s both try not to break anything.”
“You’re the clumsy one,” he chirped, “shit, you’re so lucky. You get to hang out here and paint all day? God, I wish I had an ounce of artistic talent. I’d trade it for code in a minute.”
You climbed the steps and clanged the large knocker on the right door. You waited a moment before an answer came and Clark appeared on the other side and beckoned you inside. He smiled as he shook Marcus’ hand.
“Thanks for joining us,” he said, “I would’ve felt awful stealing your girlfriend on the weekend like this.”
“Are you kidding me? She said you had a pool and I snuck the swim shorts into the backseat,” Marcus chuckled and you nudged him with your elbow.
“See?” Clark arched a brow, “the pool is always the seller.”
“Here,” you said as you held out the bottle of red, “for everything you’ve done and welcoming us into your home.”
“Ohhh,” he took the bottle and looked over the label, “I got a spot for this right behind the bar. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, I brought my brushes,” you patted the canvas bag on your shoulder.
“Mmm, yeah, well, I’ll just put this away and we’ll give Marcus the grand tour. Then I’ll get you situated,” he assured and rushed off.
He returned and pointed Marcus through to the front room, “you’ll see, just over here,” he directed him to your paintings.
“Oh, wow, babe,” Marcus marveled at the hung portraits, “you really did it.”
You smiled bashfully and Clark peeked over at you and winked. You squirmed as your cheeks burned and you turned away as he beckoned Marcus past the mantle.
“It’s a big place,” Clark said, “I’d like to get you started before noon.”
Clark led you along the same path as days before and slowed as you came back to the top of the stairs. He turned back and clapped his hands together.
“Marcus, if you wanna hop in the pool, we’re gonna start just in there,” he pointed to the one door you hadn’t looked through, “that’s the studio.”
“What about you?” Marcus asked.
“Well, I’ll be a part of the process so I’m afraid I will be just as busy but if you need anything, Nina, she has a crooked nose and mean mouth but don’t let her fool you, she’ll get you whatever you need,” he said, “just don’t track in water from the pool or she’ll string you up.”
“Oh, well, that doesn’t sound too bad. Some alone time in the sun and a pool,” Marcus grinned, “I really couldn’t ask for anything else… except you, babe.”
“Sure,” you scoffed, “go, have fun.”
Marcus kissed you quickly and thanked Clark again before he excitedly barreled down the steps. You scratched your neck as you looked back to your host, and you guessed, your new boss.
“I’m sorry about him. He can be such a kid sometimes,” you said.
“Nah, it’s fine,” he waved it off, “so, you ready to see your workspace? I kinda wanted it to be a surprise. Also, a bit last minute so it’s not perfect… yet.”
“Uh, yeah,” you answered, “can’t wait.”
He motioned you over to the tall dusty rose doors and hooked his fingers in the slotted handles. He slid them open and revealed an airy room with a tall ceiling and long windows. An easel stood facing the sun streaked glass, an immense canvas bigger than yourself, bigger than him, propped up on it. There was a ladder nearby and the table was set with a rainbow of paints and a large pallet.
Your lips parted as you neared the easel and stared up at the canvas, “you were right, it’s gonna be a lot of work.”
“I hope it’s not too much,” he said, “but you name your price. We’ll make it work.”
“No, no, I think for what you’re paying, I’ll do just fine,” you put your bag down daintily on the table, “so, uh, a portrait, I guess that means…”
Your voice trailed off as he went to the upholstered chair across the room, at an angle so you could see him from your vantage. Behind it, hung a velvet curtain to add to the scene and a bust on a pedestal. It felt surreal, like a dream.
You turned and pulled out the brushes, “I think you’ll get more tired than me, just sitting there.”
“I’ll make it through,” he assured as he sat, “is there anyway you’d like me to sit? Chin up, or…”
“Hmmm,” you turned to look at him, “I think… if you just put your shoulders back and… did you want a profile or--”
“I was thinking front-facing,” he stared at you steadily, unflinching as his eyes stuck to you, “just like this.”
“Perfect,” you said nervously and looked back to the table.
There was water to rinse your brushes, rags, pencils, blending sticks; everything you needed and more. You took a pencil from the bunch and pulled over the ladder. You climbed up and looked over at Clark as he sat stoic and still. He looked picturesque in real life, you expected paint would only lend to his figure.
His eyes met yours and you turned to start tracing the basic shapes onto the canvas. You had to stop and steady your hand as you did. His gaze made it hard not to tremble.
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happy Birthday, Izana <3
n.a.: in Japan, it is already August 20, Izana's birthday, and that's why I post it now <3 I'm very fond of this character, which is also why it hurt a little bit to write this. This man really deserves the world.I hope you like it, and once again, happy birthday Izana <3
summary: 30th august, Izanas birthday<3
genre: angst, fluff, hurt to comfort
warnings: sad(?)
words: 1.2k
* It was a warm August morning, exactly August 30th, when Izana woke up early for the light infiltrated his room in the first hours of the day.
* As he was excited about his birthday, he immediately got up and ran into the kitchen.
* There, he found his grandfather and his older brother, Shinichiro, cooking pancakes and much other good stuff for breakfast.
* Neither Emma and Mikey had woken up yet, but Izana was too happy and couldn't resist the lure to go and wake up them
* He ran to their room and opened the windows wide before starting to scream that it was time to wake up, it was too important a day to sleep!! In response, the two siblings threw their pillows at him.
* And this is how it started a pillow fight at 8 am. It was around 9 am when Shinichiro tried to stop them, but eventually, he got involved in the fight.
* And by now, at 10 am, they were all seated at the table having breakfast.
* Between pancakes flying around the kitchen and noisy chatter, breakfast ended early.
* Shortly after, Emma ran into her room and took a small box that contained a gift, and along with the other two brothers, she gave it to him.
* In there, there were beautiful red dangle earrings, in the boy's eyes they seemed like a little treasure all for him, he was so happy that he quickly put them on.
* Maybe they were slightly heavy, but he didn't complain at all, he managed to thank everyone by giving them a big and warm hug.
* After that cheesy moment, the quartet got ready to spend the day together.
* They had spent the morning walking around the city, also having lunch in their favorite restaurant. The minutes passed, and so did the hours, and in no time the late afternoon had arrived. Mikey and Shinichiro had locked Izana in his room and while Emma had taken the birthday cake (that they had cooked the day before) out of the refrigerator.
* In a short time, the house was ready, furnished with scattered lights, a few snacks, and various drinks.
* As soon as he left the room, Izana froze, there was a new atmosphere, a feeling of pure happiness invaded the boy's heart. He looked around with a lost look, and the cake on the table caught his attention. It was grossly decorated, and it was clear that it was homemade by the three siblings, but he didn't notice any imperfections.
* Shinichiro was the first to start with the song "Happy birthday to you". But the atmosphere wasn't embarrassing, rather when the others began to sing, a sense of comfort and warmth trespassed the hearts of all present.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZANA!!" they yelled to him.
* Soon after, he blew out the candles, wishing he could make that day last forever.
Oh, Izana would have wanted so badly to have a birthday like that. But, even that night, he had woken up sweating, and with wet eyes from tears, it was just a dream.
That dream had all been so vivid that, even if briefly, his heart had warmed with a new pleasant feeling.
He wanted so much for that feeling to last longer. He had also turned over in bed and closed his eyes, hoping to continue his magic dream.
* He had never continued that happy dream, but he had managed to fall asleep again. He had been sleeping peacefully after a long time, so he had woken up more rested and ready to start the day.
* A slight sense of loneliness took hold of him, it was his birthday after all, but no one knew. Or rather, this is what he believed.
* While he was making his usual coffee, someone rang at his door. It was Kakucho, who entered saying that there was a very urgent task they had to do and that they couldn't waste time.
* So Izana sadly left his coffee and followed Kakucho. Waiting for them outside there was Koko, in his car driven by a private driver, who told him to get on.
* There was a lot of silence in that car, and the two black-haired boys were just intent on using the phone, never speaking a word.
* Izana tried to figure out where they were directed, but each time the other two boys had managed to sidetrack the conversation, so much so that the leader was starting to lose patience.
* Several times he would have liked to get off the car, but since it was his birthday he had promised himself to be better, and after a half-hour of driving, they arrived.
* As soon as he got out of the car, there was a small noise and a lot of colored confetti and streamers came upon him.
"SANZU! YOU DID IT TOO SOON IDIOT" Ran's voice was followed by the turning on of the lights which revealed a large room set up for a birthday party.
* A second bang and more confetti flew at Izana...
" SHION NOT YOU TOO," Ran continued yelling.
"AHHHH I'M SORRY, I WAS ONLY FOLLOWING SANZU"
"So they've already been discovered," Koko said to Kakucho.
"Yeah, I think so .." the boy replied.
* Izana meanwhile was frozen, what the fuck was going on ??
"Well that's okay, that's how it went now," Rindou said before coming out of his hiding place.
* "Y'all are idiots," Ran continued, and soon after they all had come out of their hideout.
"What's happening?" were Izana's first words.
“Um so, basically we wanted to organize a surprise for you since today is your birthday…” Kakucho replied.
"But someone has ruined everything." Ran added, glaring at Sanzu.
"Ops"
“I- I don't know what to say,” Izana spoke
"AHH YOU ARE NOT ANGRY, ARE YOU?" Rindou asked.
"No, I'm not"
* And for the third time, there was a small pop and then confetti flew at Izana.
"SHION!!! NOT AGAIN"
"SORRY, I didn't do it on purpose-"
* And at that moment a slight laugh escaped Izana, and that was followed by all present.
“Come on, shall we eat this cake or not? I bring it, and I swear to you that I paid a lot- " Koko said.
* So they headed for the cake, it was very beautiful!! all decorated with red and blue decorations.
* From the first embarrassment and sense of discomfort, the whole climate between those boys was improving.
* Izana was so happy, that sense of warmth he had felt in the dream seemed to have become true. Did he deserve all of that?
* But he wiped his eyes and smiled, he wanted to enjoy those beautiful emotions as much as possible.
“You know, it was Kakucho who wanted to organize it,” Koko told him before being hit by more confetti.
"WHAT THE FUCK? WHO'S THE IDIOT WHO LEFT THE CONFETTI SHOOTING STUFF IN SHION?" he screamed before reaching him to beat him.
* Meanwhile, Izana had approached Kakucho,
"Um Kakucho, thank you," he spoke in a low voice.
"Oh, happy birthday Izana, and that's what friends do, right?" the black-haired boy replied, looking at him and smiling.
* This was an unforgettable birthday for Izana<3
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