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[todaysromano]

04.15.2024

Today, Romano finished a big project and was proud of himself.

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#today's romano #hetalia #aph romano #hws romano #04.15.2024 #on march 3 i took apart my desk #because it needed repainting #and that project is now 100% finished #rebuilt the desk yesterday #and added an extra bracket to stop one corner from drooping #also bonus #i painted some shelves #so i also installed them yesterday #all i have left to do is but stuff back on the desk and in its drawers #yay!

[dominantslasherking]

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Homelander with Dominant Male reader

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Homelander gritted his teeth as the new reporter tried to belittle him----him fucking Homelander himself!! He saves people countless times, and he shouldn't accept this treatment....Suddenly an image of [Hero Name] popped onto the screen, his popularity was unrivaled by everyone in the seven.

Homelander stared at the screen intensely, his breath quickening up as he felt his pants tighten---he didn't consider himself a homosexual---but god every time he saw your face, he would pop a boner!! It wasn't right....why was he, America's greatest hero, weak at the fucking knees by some---male hero----sexy male hero-!

"So [Name] who would you consider your favorite hero other than yourself of course!" The report asked with a smile, the live camera focusing on yourself.

"I'd have to say Homelander, I don't expect the public to understand how hard it is for a hero, drama will get thrown at you, everyone, and can you really say all of its true?" You spoke out, Homelander's eyes widening, his cock aching in his suit.

Suddenly the door barged open revealing Ashley herself, holding multiple papers, "Good news---no great news! So, you know how you requested a meeting with [Hero name?] Well we got it, it should start---oh...right after the interview he's in---" Ashley, gulped down her saliva noting how Homelander was very quiet at her work, her eyes making their way to his...tent....

"Shit---I'm so sorry sir---I'll leave---!" Ashley rushed out, not wanting to feel Homelander berating wrath on her.

Homelander suddenly smirked at Ashley's words....perfect. He couldn't help but begin to get giddy

~~~~~~ You sighed while the red-haired woman led you to The Sevens meeting room, she opened the door before insisting you go in and she wouldn't be able to follow after, once you entered the room, the doors were swiftly shut behind you.

"Ah, Homelander! So good to meet you," Your voice ran out with a smile, marching forward and offering your hand. Homelander tightly took hold of your hand, his eyes grazing every inch of your body until he stopped on your suit's crotch area.

"Its...uh, pleasure..." Homelander spoke, licking his lips slightly, as you tried to tug your hand away, but was unable. Your eyes squinted slightly, as you suddenly pushed more strength, instead of pulling away, you slammed Homelander on the large round desk, holding his arm behind his back, he was bent over, his ass rubbing against your groin as he struggled.

"You know, other heroes like to gossip, they said Homelander was a little brat? I guess they forgot to mention horny huh?" You teased, letting him go, as you expect a response, he turned around and slammed you to the floor.

"A brat huh?" Homelander growled out, sitting on top of you. He trusted his hips slightly, causing his ass to rub on your groin.

You laughed, while shoving him into a kiss, "I always wanted to fuck you~" Your husky voice purred, grasping onto his ass cheeks.

In an instant Homelander ripped his suit to shred not caring one bit as he always had extras.

"Don't worry Vought can provide you with new clothes..." Homelander hummed tearing apart your suit, to let his hands roam around your body.

Homelander clung to you closely as you stood up, and bent him over. Suddenly your ass rubbed against his cheeks, "Don't tell me you're a virgin down here? If so, I don't think I'll be able to hold back my roughness." You teased slapping your cock on his cheeks

"Mm---not gay!" Homelander whined as you laughed in return, "Oh honey, I think your gay-~" You suddenly slammed yourself inside his puckering virgin hole, as he held back his scream of pain.

Suddenly you ran your hands along his lean back, before suddenly thrusting again, not caring you went in dry which multiplied the pain for him.

However you could restrict yourself from doing so, as his walls were so tight and clung to you so good, that you needed to stretch him out, with your cock, his warm insides repeatedly pulsating and clenching, trying to adjust to your size from our rapid thrusts.

Your hands made their way towards Homelander's waist, holding tightly as your pushed yourself in and out, completely impaling his hole onto your cock.

"Ah--~!Slowww~! Do--down~~!" Homelander whined, not expecting you to suddenly use his real name, "No can do~ John....Your just soo--mmm--tight!" You groaned not caring about his pleas, as you used his hole fully for your pleasure, watching his come splatter on the table as you continued to split him open with your large cock thrusting.

His ass was pulsating so much, that you finally came, filling him to the brim, so much of your cum, that it started to leak on the sides of your own cock and out of his ass. Since your cock was still hard, you stopped your short break and continued to plunge inside this time much easier as your own cum as lube, which made his puckering hole slick.

This made your thrust faster than they already were going. Homelander was begging so much, that his cries as well as the sound of sweet skin smacking filled the entire room.

Let's just say, the next morning Homelander officially announced the two of you were dating, There was also the part where he was walking rather funny.....

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hellerby fic, part 3/10

10 March 1929

Like most days since returning to the Lackadaisy, Mordecai woke in his modest one bedroom apartment between soft cotton sheets. Unlike most days, he was woken by a hyperactive Ivy Pepper.

"Good morning!" She cheered, bounding across his little room to pull open his curtains. Leafy plants sat on the white windowsill. It's already mid morning, but the North facing windows denied the worst of the sunlight from his personal sanctuary. "I need you to drive me to St Charles!"

Groaning, Mordecai pulled a pillow over his head. "Ask Viktor."

"Viktor's tired from the Kehoe run."

"I'm tired from the Kehoe run. Or have you forgotten, it was twilight when we returned."

Little hands took hold of the edge of his blankets and yanked, exposing him. "Viktor never betrayed my trust to work with the enemy," she huffed and grabbed his pillow.

He hissed. "You can't keep using that excuse to—to—bully me into doing what you want!"

"I can," she propped her hands on her hips. "And I will. Now get dressed." Sticking her tongue out at him, she spun around to stomp out into the main room. He took notice of her dress; a more conservative cut, reminiscent of something his mother might have worn to church, had his mother paid any attention to fashion.

Rolling onto his back, he allowed himself a moment to stare at the ceiling and rub the sleep from his eyes. At length he sat up, running his claws through his fur to attempt at taming the inevitable bedhead. Partially dressing, he ventured after Ivy to make his way to the tiny bathroom.

Over the years, Mordecai had collected a number of items to decorate his home. The initial design had, of course, been plotted under Mitzi's careful eye. It showed most in the cozy sitting area, with curved plush chairs clustered around a little fireplace, mostly ignored in favour of the desk set up adjacent to the kitchenette. At the time, Mitzi insisted it was for her own comfort, and indeed she had spent many afternoons sprawled across his otherwise unused chaise to complain about Zib, or Atlas, or Church, or whichever poor soul had evoked her trivial anger that day. Now, it's where Ivy sat.

"Aren't you ready yet?" She kicked up her feet, frowning at him.

"If you expected expediency, you should've called ahead," he left the bathroom door open as he fished for his brush. "What are you dressed up for? Where are we going?"

"Nevermind what!" She pointed a finger at him, then proceeded to outline a series of complex directions—no doubt pulled from the depths of her memory.

He rolled his eyes, but let her rant as he brushed his teeth and wandered around the apartment watering plants. Her voice followed him back into his room as he finished up his routine, purposefully going slow to rile her up. Taking a cue from her tasteful earrings and necklaces, he donned his favourite cufflinks and picked out his nicest shoes.

"Finally!" She jumped up while he pulled on his jacket. "Why do you take so long!?"

"I could go back to bed," he reminded.

"No, no, no!" Scooping a long box under an arm, she moved to push him towards the door. "Let's go!"

"How did you get in, anyway?" He asked, pausing to lock up. "Do I need to dispose of my doorman?"

"What you need are better windows," she snickered.

"The fire escape, of course," he sighed.

Offering his arm, they took the stairs at a moderate pace. They bid the doorman a good day, then walked the three blocks to the Lackadaisy Cafe to borrow one of the company cars. It was only Horatio behind the counter, and Ivy chatted with him for a few minutes while Mordecai continued to the garage. He drove around to pick her up out front, and they were on their way.

It wasn't until they were out of St Louis proper that Ivy looked at their surroundings. "Take that left!" She pointed at an oncoming intersection.

"This would be easier if you just told me where we were going."

"I told you, we're going to St Charles!"

Hackles rising, an old memory came to him. The details were fuzzy, the context unclear. 

"I'm drivin'—" Rocky hiccupped, laughed, and wrestled his way past Mordecai to the driver's seat.

Swaying on his feet, Mordecai tried to follow, only to stand awkwardly in the open door. He blinked. "Where are we going?"

"Someplace special," Rocky grinned. Then he took hold of the front of Mordecai's vest and started hauling him into the car—and, consequently, into his lap.

Feeling loose and amenable, Mordecai let the musician maneuver him up and over into the bench seat. He rolled with the motion, ending upside-down with his feet against the passenger door. Which was when he noticed: "Where'd my shoe go?"

This time, he recognized the bridge.

"There's a little road, a couple miles along," she gestured to the other bank of the Missouri River. Beyond her side of the vehicle, a streetcar rumbled past in the opposite direction taking people toward St Louis. "I remember, there was a funny rock with a tree growing up on top of it."

"Fascinating," he scanned the road periodically as they ambled alongside traffic, wedged between an empty farm truck and a couple other leisure cars. "Perhaps it would be helpful to consult a map."

"There weren't many signs," she admitted.

He sighed. "I'm beginning to think you don't actually know where we are going."

"I do know," she insisted, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes. "It's just, been awhile since the last time I was there."

"Of course," he raised his chin to put on an air of arrogance. "Do I at least get to know the name of the person you're courting?"

Her nose wrinkled. "You're not allowed to judge him."

"Judge?" He raised a brow at her. "Who do you take me for?"

"Shush you," she swatted his shoulder, pouting. "You think you’re so clever."

Humming, he caught a glimpse of the little turn off that disappeared beneath the bridge.

The car bumped over the uneven path. Boneless, Mordecai noticed the reflection of headlights in the Missouri from where he was plastered against the passenger door window. The truss bridge passed out of and into focus, and he shifted to rub his dry eyes and look at Rocky. "Where are we?"

"He wakes!" Rocky sang. Changing gears, the car jolted to a stop and the engine went quiet; though the lights stayed on. 

"So it seems," Mordecai hummed. 

"Are you sure that we are awake?" Rocky asked. Only, his voice dipped theatrically and he turned to face Mordecai. One hand braced on the bench seat, beside Mordecai's knee, and he leaned close. "It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think—" reaching into his jacket, Rocky pulled out his flask. "—the duke was here, and bid us follow him?"

Mouth dry, Mordecai pressed himself back against the door. "What?"

Rocky sighed, and uncapped the flask. "My own fault, for forgetting."

They lost their entourage one by one to the major intersections before Ivy pointed out the funny boulder wearing a tree. It was nearly another half hour of zig zagging through the outskirts of St Charles, then they pulled onto a semi affluent road. The houses there were modestly spaced between privacy bushes, offering an allusion of wealth.

"There!" Ivy leaned over the dashboard to point at a specific house. It was differentiated by plant boxes in the window and meticulously tended flowers. "Pull over, pull over!"

"Calm down," Mordecai took his time parallel parking, eyeing an angle that he might be able to see from the front window. "Does your father know you're making housecalls?"

"No," she glared at him as she pushed open her door. "And if you tell him, I'll sneak mayonnaise into your office."

His tongue curled in disgust, but she had already jumped out of the car. Following, he caught up to her on the cobblestone path to the front door. "And what if I tell Viktor?"

"Viktor is the one who told me to come here," she boasted. Juggling the long box she'd carted the whole way, she took hold of the door knocker and struck the hammer three times.

"Then why not take Viktor?" Mordecai crossed his arms. "And don’t give me that excuse about the Kehoe run."

"You know how Viktor is," she raised her brows.

Then the door opened, and an older lady frowned at them. She was dressed in something borrowed from the previous century, with narrow glasses and curls piled beneath a bonnet. "I've already found the word of God," she clipped. "And I'm not interested in buying."

"Goodday!" Ivy demured, performing a perfunctory curtsy. "Mrs McMurray?"

The name registered, and Mordecai's ear twitched.

"Yes," said Mrs McMurray. "I don't fancy on repeating myself."

"We’re not trying to sell anything. I was hoping to visit with Calvin?" Ivy asked, tone sweet and eyes innocent. "My name is Ivy. Ivy Pepper? I brought Calvin a present, for his birthday."

"Oh," Mrs McMurray seemed to relax, her expression turning to curiosity. "He never mentioned you."

"He does seem awful shy," Ivy agreed, nodding. "I've asked Rocky about a million times to bring me over, but—" Ivy hissed and bit her cheek when Mordecai stepped on her toe.

Mid headshake, Mrs McMurray didn't seem to notice. "Say no more. That nephew o’ mine is half handful, half dalliance, and not a speck of common sense. Come in, come in—" she stepped back, opening the door wide for them to enter. "The boys are working in the yard, we'll have to call them in for tea."

"Splendid," Ivy grinned, nearly vibrating as she tried to control her excitement. She bustled in, wiping her shoes and moving far enough along for Mordecai to follow.

"Thank you for your hospitality," he managed not to grit his teeth around the words.

"Of course," said Mrs McMurray. She shut them in, then gave him a considering look. "You must be Miss Pepper's chaperone. Mr..?"

Behind Mrs McMurray's back, Ivy pretended to gag.

"Mordecai Heller," he introduced. "I used to work with Miss Pepper's father—I've known her for quite a few years now."

"How quaint," Mrs McMurray intoned, eyes flat. "And what is it you do, Mr Heller?"

Ivy blanched, panic causing her fur to rise.

"Accounting," answered Mordecai. "Your roses are growing nicely. Do you tend to them yourself?"

"Yes," Mrs McMurray preened, her shoulders squaring. "A gentleman who knows his flora?"

"Plants are easier to understand than people," he explained.

"Well, then we should take tea in the garden. It's a good day for it." She hustled ahead of them at a good pace, spry for an elderly.

Ivy waited for him to walk beside her, and leaned close to whisper. "A gentleman who knows his flora?"

"Ivy-Ivy?" He mocked.

"Shut up."

"I hope Calvin doesn’t mind seeing his supervisor on his birthday."

"You're not anybody's supervisor, Mordecai."

"The paperwork says otherwise."

"Here we are!" Mrs McMurray announced as she threw open the back door. She charged ahead, maneuvering down the steps and toward a grassy patio surrounded by fruit trees and shrubbery. "Calvin! Roark! We've guests!"

Ivy elbowed ahead to pause on the stair; her ears perked and angled forward. Her grip on the gift tightened as Mordecai loomed on the step above her. Following her line of sight, he quickly determined the cause of her symptoms.

"Guests?" Freckle asked. He stood in about the middle of the lawn, a hatchet in hand for splitting wood, dressed down to his undershirt and suspenders. He blinked in the sunlight, lean muscles on display. A pile of logs beside him explained his state. 

Next to him, in a similar sort of undress, Rocky dropped the two splinters of wood he had been carrying to a wheelbarrow. 

"You have me at a disadvantage—" Rocky wagged his brows as he shrugged out of his vest. The whole while, Rocky managed to keep a hand on Mordecai's chest, pushing him lightly against—

"Miss Pepper!" Rocky shouted, taking immediate notice of them both. "What are you doing here?"

Ivy raised a hand, fingers waving as she held the gift with her elbows.

"She's come along to visit your cousin, Roark," Mrs McMurray tutted. "I thought, I surely misheard when Miss Pepper said you refused to bring her along for introductions. Have you no consideration for your family, Roark?"

Freckle coughed, and Rocky scooped the dropped wood to toss into the wheelbarrow. "I considered us to be living in progressive times, dear Aunt. If the boy wanted to introduce her to his mother, he would've invited her along ages ago."

Ivy chewed on her lip as Freckle panicked and looked at her. Mordecai prodded her along.

"Yes, I did wonder at that," Mrs McMurray narrowed her eyes at Freckle.

All of Freckle's fur stood on end, his tail raising straight as his shoulders hunched. "We work together—" he glanced at his mother, back at Ivy, then turned to the ground. "We never—um—"

"You know how he is," Rocky placed a hand on each of Freckle's shoulders, pushing as he spoke to Mrs McMurray. "Our Funny Freckle can barely speak to you, Dear Aunt. How did you imagine him approaching an intimidating figure like Miss Pepper?"

Snickering, Ivy smiled as Mrs McMurray looked back at her. "It's lovely to be here," she deflected.

Sighing, Mordecai edged past them all to choose a seat. He tuned out the idle chatter as he studied the round table set in the rectangular space. There were only four seats, each angled so one's back faced a corner. Seeing few opportunities for true symmetry, he clenched his fists and picked the spot with the best view of the ingress.

Ivy bounded over as Mrs McMurray followed Rocky and Freckle inside, and dropped into the seat next to him. A pleased smile decorated her face, and her eyes seemed wistful. "Did you see how surprised he was?"

"No more surprised than me," Mordecai removed his glasses to inspect the lenses, then pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. "I somehow doubt that Viktor advised you to ambush Mr McMurray in his home."

"Not in so many words," Ivy shrugged, focusing on carefully placing the gift in the center of the table. 

"Just the other day he called McMurray a weak jawed milk drinker, unfit for our lifestyle."

Gasping, Ivy punched his shoulder. "He did not!"

"Not in so many words," Mordecai shrugged, brows quirking at her as he cleaned his glasses.

"You'll be nice today, Mordecai," she hissed. "I really like him."

"Ah, yes, the one quality I am known for," he replaced his glasses. "My niceness."

They had a couple more minutes to quietly bicker before Mrs McMurray returned with a tea-laden tray. Five sets, Mordecai noted, plus a little jug of syrup. "Make a bit of space please, Miss Pepper," she directed, not-unkindly. Ivy scrambled to pick up the gift again, holding it in her lap. "Thank you—Roark says you work together. What instrument do you play?"

"Not in the band," Ivy managed an awkward laugh, nodding in thanks as Mrs McMurray placed a teacup and saucer in front of her. "I—um—sometimes I wait tables at the Lackadaisy."

"Neither of them take their jobs very seriously," Mordecai added. "But the customers like them, so Mrs—" he hesitated a moment, and settled on a borrowed euphemism, "—M keeps them around." 

Ivy's lips pinched as she glared at him.

"Roark takes very few things seriously," Mrs McMurray sighed. "And Calvin?"

"We're lucky to have him," Mordecai managed. Ivy relaxed into a small smile. "He's good at… fixing things."

"He's always had a mendful spirit," Mrs McMurray nodded.

The door opened again, and Freckle stumbled out, as if pushed. Freezing, he glanced up at the table with wide eyes and pinpricked pupils; but he was well dressed, with a jacket overtop of a pinstriped vest.

Rocky waltzed out a moment later, violin and bow in hand. He wore his usual duds, sans jacket, with his sleeves rolled up. "Hark! Have you started without us?"

"Heaven forbid anything should start without you, Roark," Mrs McMurray tutted. "Calvin, come sit at the table. Roark, something soothing, if you'd be so inclined."

"Of course, Dear Aunt," he fell into a deep bow, then kicked Freckle into motion. As Freckle joined them at the table, sparing Ivy a shy smile, Rocky put his instrument to his shoulder to tune.

Though Mordecai had never made a habit of watching Rocky play—the opposite, in fact, had been his general goal—he'd had, over the years, plenty of opportunities. Enough to realize that, regardless of piece or company, each performance always brought the same image to mind.

Bow flying across strings, Rocky seemed preoccupied in some other plane of awareness. He stood on the car's roof, the headlights catching the underside of his chin and arms as he plucked a pizzicato. The fireflies were out and dancing about his head, an ethereal chaos that incited the musician to laugh and spin, tail wavering.

Mordecai's grip tightened on the flask, holding the borrowed drink between both hands as he leaned heavier on the car's hood. "What song is that?"

Rocky slowed, the rhythm cutting in half as he peered down at Mordecai. "Hm?"

"Well, Calvin," Mrs McMurray settled in the spot between her son and Mordecai. "Now is as good a time as any to say how you met Miss Pepper."

"Ah—?" Freckle grimaced and looked at Ivy. 

"Rocky brought him along to work," she jumped in. "And at the end of the day I asked him to come dancing."

"How forward," said Mrs McMurray.

Beyond the table, Rocky hopped onto the splitting log. He cocked a toe and pulled a long note from his instrument, then pitched into sing-song. "Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet are, of imagination, all compact."

“No quoting, please, Roark,” Mrs McMurray sighed. But she readied the fifth cup for him, placing it on the arch of the table closest to Rocky. “Or, if you can’t contain yourself, something less frivolous than Midsummer’s Night.”

“Do you have requests, Dear Aunt?” he asked, pivoting into a spin. “Perhaps from the happy tale of Hamlet?”

Freckle snickered and Ivy grinned. 

“That’s Shakespeare?” Mordecai guessed.

Rolling her eyes, Ivy elbowed him. “A little literature wouldn’t hurt you.”

“A big enough tome could cause significant blunt force trauma,” Mordecai challenged.

Ivy’s eyes widened as Freckle winced; she tilted her head significantly at Mrs McMurray.

Sighing, he shifted in his chair to address the matriarch directly. “That was a joke. I prefer to restrain my small talk to shrubberies,” he reached as if to feel the closest leaves, but they remained too far away. “Is this a Japanese Cypress?”

It proved a decent tactic. “You’ve a keen eye, Mr Heller,” Mrs McMurray appraised. She slipped into an easy lecture, and Mordecai made sure to hum and nod and ask questions at appropriate intervals. Rocky played an Irish aire, and Ivy leaned close to whisper with Freckle. Quietly, she passed him the gift box; he peeked inside, grinned, and looked up at her shyly.

A hasty equilibrium held for half an hour, before the performer descended from his pedestal and approached the table. “I’ve heard not a word of dancing,” said Rocky. Juggling bow and instrument in the same hand, he tipped a generous portion of syrup into his teacup.

“Then you need to clean the cotton from your ears,” Mrs McMurray drawled. “For it was the first thing Miss Pepper mentioned.”

“And you dropped the subject,” Rocky nodded. “No doubt thinking of our dear Freckle’s two left feet.”

Ivy giggled, and Rocky winked at her.

“Rocky,” Freckle hissed.

“Is there supposed to be a story there?” Mrs McMurray asked, looking over her glasses at Rocky. “Or are you determined to embarrass your cousin at every turn?”

“I entreat you to imagine a scenario where both could be true,” Rocky grinned at his aunt. “For Miss Pepper has spent many an evening teaching our dear Freckle to dance.” He cradled his fiddle like a ukulele, and plucked a quick tune. “Perhaps your eyes would believe faster than your imagination.”

Squealing, Ivy jumped from her seat and pulled Freckle with her. “Come on!”

Laughing, Rocky managed a quick sip of his tea before readying again his instrument. Propping a foot on Ivy’s abandoned chair, his eyes swept over Mordecai. But it was only for a moment, then the musician started a fast paced jazz improvisation. It was somewhat lacking without accompaniment, but it was more than enough for Ivy to guide a smiling Freckle through the Lindy Hop. 

“How lively,” Mrs McMurray failed to keep some fondness from her voice, and she managed a small smile. She raised her voice to address the merrymakers. “And where did you learn to dance, Miss Pepper?”

“Mostly my godmother,” she admitted with a laugh, spinning with Freckle. Her coordination survived the extra task of talking. “But all her friends took turns teaching. Even Mordecai!”

“Ol’ Serious Face?” Rocky snickered.

“Don’t be rude, Roark.”

“It’s simple fact, Dear Aunt,” Rocky soothed. “Though my memory might fail me, I am certain I have never seen this cat dance.”

Mordecai rolled his eyes and sipped his tea. “Many things have failed you, Roark.”

Gasping, Rocky struck a discordant note, then pointed his bow at Mordecai. “Take that back.”

“Calm down, Rocky,” Ivy giggled. She slowed to a stand, arms still around Freckle.

“Nope, no, only Aunt Nina calls me Roark,” Rocky shuddered.

Ivy sighed. “Are you done being dramatic? I was having fun.”

“The dramatics are never truly over,” said Rocky. He took the opportunity to slurp more tea. 

“It was nice of you to come visit,” said Freckle. He looked almost at Ivy, smiling. 

“I’ve been meaning to, for a while,” said Ivy. “But someone seemed to think I shouldn’t come over.”

“Let me play the lion too,” Rocky performed another gasp, then raised his voice. “I will roar that I will do any man’s heart good to hear me! I will roar that I will make the Duke say—”

“No more quotes, Roark!” Mrs McMurray yelled over him.

A prickle wound down Mordecai’s spine. He couldn’t help asking: “Who is this Duke?”

Rocky turned to him with a wide smile.

“Nevermind Shakespeare,” Ivy groaned. “Be quiet, Mordecai, or I’ll make you dance with me.”

“That would be a sight to see,” said Rocky.

Mordecai made a show of pulling his watch from his pocket. “If you’re finished dancing with Mr McMurray, perhaps it is time we go.”

Ivy opened her mouth to complain, but Rocky interjected. “A serendipitous notion. You’re no doubt going my way, you can give me a lift.” He turned to Freckle and Ivy and waved his instrument at them both. “Chop, chop, lovebirds. Say your saluts so we can be on our way.”

“Rocky!” Ivy stomped a foot.

But Mrs McMurray was unaffected. Standing, she picked up her teacup to take with her. “I suppose it’s prudent to take opportunities when you see them, Roark. But perhaps next time, you could do your cousin a favour?”

“We’ll make a meal of it,” Rocky placed a hand on his chest. “Next Sunday dinner, I’ll bring Miss Pepper around for a proper interrogation.”

She shook her head, then looked at Freckle. “Calvin, see your friends to the door while I gather your cousin’s things.”

“Yes, mother.”

The four of them watched Mrs McMurray retreat inside; then Rocky’s smile dropped and he pulled a familiar flask from his jacket. “Blast you, Miss Pepper.”

Freckle flinched.

“Don’t be such a spoil sport, Rocky,” Ivy huffed.

“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times,” he complained as he tipped a measure of liquid into his teacup. As an afterthought, he offered the flask to Mordecai.

“No, thank you,” Mordecai drawled.

“We should go inside,” said Freckle. His shoulders were raised, but he still held Ivy’s hand.

“Not you, too,” Ivy groaned.

“You groan because you don’t understand,” Rocky flailed his arms, then drained his syrupy drink. “It’s bad enough we dragged Freckle into our sordid mess of a life—and yes, Miss Pepper, you still get to share in that blame, I don’t care how you rationalize it—but what do you think will happen if you, Little Miss Princess of St Louis, were to be followed? Am I to one day return here—” he gestured at the house, then pointed at Freckle. “—to our childhood home, to find Dear Aunt Nina dead or worse?”

“Worse than dead, Rocky?” Ivy crossed her arms.

Mordecai sighed. “There were four vehicles that crossed the bridge with us,” he said, standing. “None of them followed us off the main road.”

Arms dropping, Rocky blinked at him. “You’re certain?”

Mordecai hesitated, heat flushing beneath his fur.

“You’re certain?” Rocky asked, breath ghosting across Mordecai’s lips. “Absolutely? Because the others seemed to insinuate that—”

Mordecai kissed him. 

“Most of my job relies upon attention to detail,” Mordecai rationalized.

“But are you certain?” Rocky pressed.

He recognized some semblance of desperation in the other cat’s eye. Clearing his throat, Mordecai looked up at the well maintained home. “I’d risk my mother’s life on it.”

The musician relaxed, a comfortable grin coming back to him. “No you wouldn’t,” he challenged.

“I wouldn’t,” Mordecai agreed. “But, by definition, it wouldn’t be a risk because no one followed us.”

Mrs McMurray poked her head out the door. “Are you coming, or have we changed our minds?”

“Coming!” Freckle and Rocky chorused together.

The ensemble was hustled inside, and Rocky disappeared to sort his violin and do whatever else he still needed to do in the home. Freckle and Ivy loitered, talking in whispered giggles. It left Mordecai to entertain Mrs McMurray again; this time he focused on the photos on the walls. "You've a lovely home," he gestured.

"Thank you, Mr Heller," she nodded, following his movement. "It hasn't always been a peaceful place, but we make do."

Reluctantly, he took a look at whatever frame he had inadvertently drawn attention to. It appeared to be a family portrait, with a young Rocky and Freckle both front and center. Freckle's head was ducked and he looked up at the camera awkwardly; whereas Rocky had his normal huge smile, a tiny violin cradled in his arms. Behind them was a host of adults, Nina McMurray near the edge. More than half were close enough in appearance to suggest siblinghood, and one—who rested a hand on Rocky's shoulder—held a full sized version of the child's instrument.

"I'd imagine any house with Mr Rickaby to have been chaotic," Mordecai mused.

“That’s putting it mildly,” Mrs McMurray huffed.

Then Rocky came barrelling down the stairs, a case in hand and fully dressed. “Pick up your feet, players! Time to make our exit.”

“You could stand to foster a little more serenity, Roark,” said Mrs McMurray. She handed him a parcel of clothes. “Your laundry; pray, please get less blood in them next time.”

“I shall try, Dearest Aunt,” he leaned to kiss her cheek as he took the items. “But you know how clumsy I am.”

“Mhm,” she glowered.

“And we’re off!” He danced out the front door, then froze on the step. Shoulders dropping, he sighed. “Of course, he parked out front.”

“Where else would I have parked?” Mordecai asked. He glanced back to check on Ivy, who gave Freckle a quick peck on the lips. 

“Nevermind,” Rocky waved back at him, already on the move again. “I’ll drive.”

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy fanfiction #lackadaisy fan comic #lackadaisy fanart #fanfiction #the fic has been written but I'm still illustrating it #posting all the parts here before i upload to ao3 later #inappropriate use of shakespeare #i haven't picked a title #hellerby #mordecai x rocky #mordecai heller #rocky rickaby #*slaps fic* this baby can fit so many headcanons #like mordecai is a plant person #ivy and freckle being cute #nonlinear #flashbacks

[madd-nix]

Reuniting, Better Late Than Never

Chapter 4

Woo! Adhd finally gave me some motivation to write again! Sorry for the delay and for a shorter chapter, but I have big plans for the upcoming chapter. So I hope you enjoy, and thank you for still following this story!

Links: Whole work on AO3, Chapter 1 on tumblr, Chapter 2 on tumblr, Chapter 3 on tumblr

Words: 1,692

Rating: PG (ask to tag)

Emmet had gone about his day the same as he always did now. He woke up, fed his and Ingo's pokemon, made himself coffee and some breakfast, then got dressed for work. Once he was ready, he selected six pokemon to take with him for battles, making sure to change it up each day so every member of their teams got a chance to battle at some point. He then left some toys and treats around the apartment to entertain the others before leaving for the station.

Once at work, he went about his day as usual. In the morning, his job typically meant he was monitoring the movement of the trains and making sure they ran on schedule, taking care of any paperwork and making new schedules for all the employees, and occasionally dealing with rude or annoying passengers when they demanded to speak with someone higher up. He always hated that part of the job. Luckily, it was a rare occasion.

After lunch break, it was time to head to the Battle Subway. Since Ingo's disappearance, he alternated between the singles and doubles lines, with the multi lines being on an indefinite hiatus. Today he was scheduled for the singles line.

As he left his office to go to the Battle Subway platform, he heard a familiar voice.

"Emmet! Emmet, hold on!"

Emmet turned to see Clay, marching towards him and waving frantically.

"I am Emmet. I am due to head to the Battle Subway. Is everything alright?"

"Postpone the Battle Subway, son. I've got somethin' more important for ya," Clay said as he adjusted his hat and took out his cell phone.

"More important?" Emmet asked. He then realized what Clay might be talking about. His breathing hitched and his eyes widened.

"Yer a smart kid. You know what I'm talking about already, dont'cha?"

"Clay. Please do not lie. This is about Ingo, isn't it?" Emmet's voice was shaky as he spoke.

"It is. He's over in Sinnoh with my granddad. You wanna talk to him?" Clay held up his phone.

Emmet nodded, but then remembered the Battle Subway. He held up a finger to signal to Clay to hold on, then lifted up his radio to connect with his coworkers.

"I am Emmet. I will be unable to board the Battle Subway. Family emergency. Please inform the challengers. Thank you." With that, he motioned for Clay to follow him.

"To my office. More private."

Together, they walked to Emmet's office. Emmet closes and locks the door, then sits at his desk after pulling out a chair for Clay.

"Are ya ready?" Clay asked as he pulled up his grandfather's contact number on his phone.

Emmet nodded. This would be the first time he'd get to talk to his brother in five years. Because of who Clay's grandfather was, Emmet had known where and when Ingo was located since shortly after he initially went missing. So it was only a matter of time until he returned. And now it was finally happening.

Clay dialed the number and listened as the phone rang. From where he sat, Emmet could just hear Clay's side of the conversation.

"...Hey Granddad...... Yup, I got him here......... Yeah, I'll hand him the phone."

With that, Clay held out the phone to Emmet. Shakily, Emmet took it.

"......Hello?" Emmet's voice was quieter than he meant for it to be, but luckily, the person on the other side was able to hear him regardless.

"Emmet? Emmet, is that you?" Ingo. That was definitely Ingo. Same loud voice, laced with so many emotions. Excitement, joy, nervousness, and slight worry.

"Ingo! Ingo, it's really you! I am Emmet, and I am so verrrrrry happy to hear your voice!" Emmet could feel tears prickling the corners of his eyes. His brother was really back!

"Emmet! Emmet, I-I can't believe it's really you! I've missed you so much!" On the other end, Emmet could hear the faint sounds of moving and footsteps, so he guessed that Ingo was moving now as they talked.

"I have missed you too! Clay told me where you were, and that you were in the past, but I still missed you! Wait. Do you still have amnesia?" Emmet asked.

"I... I do," Ingo admitted. "I am slowly remembering some things, but I know there are still many tracks that are missing and disconnected. But I remembered you! Even while still in Hisui, I could remember a man who looked like me! I remembered that you were someone important to me! I just couldn't remember exactly who you were, but I still knew that I missed you!"

Emmet placed his free hand - the one not holding the phone - on his thigh and squeezed to ground himself. He could not let his emotions overtake him. He couldn't risk losing his ability to speak, even temporarily, since he couldn't use sign language over phone like this. And he knew that whenever he got overstimulated or overly emotional, speaking became harder for him. But squeezing his leg helped. It was something to focus on other than the emotions flooding his brain. He took a deep breath and focused on what he wanted to say next.

".....Emmet?" Ingo's voice sounded a bit worried. Was he taking too long?

"Here. One minute," was all he could get out. Luckily, that was enough for Ingo.

"Take your time, Emmet. I'm not hanging up. Just breathe."

Emmet nodded, even though he knew Ingo wouldn't be able to see it. He focused on his breathing and running the words through his head. He kept squeezing his leg and he started tapping his other foot to add something else to ground himself. Eventually, he felt ready to speak again.

"I am Emmet. I will help you regain your memories. I promise. And I cannot wait to see you. I love you, Ingo. I am so verrrrrry glad you are back!"

"I'm glad to be back! And of course, I love you too, Emmet!" Ingo said, and Emmet could practically hear the smile on his brother's face. There was also a sniffle on the other end, meaning that Ingo was getting emotional over all of this too.

"Look, I really want to talk with you more, but I don't know if a phone conversation is the best way to do it. Clay said he can bring you over here to Sinnoh. Can we talk more then?"

Emmet was so glad that his brother understood what was happening. Even with amnesia, his brother seemed to remember his issues with speaking when he got overly emotional or stimulated. And Emmet wondered if Ingo was also doing this for his own sake. Growing up, Ingo had always been able to tolerate more compared to his brother, and it took him longer to fall into nonverbal spells. But it still happened, and Emmet wondered if Ingo was starting to reach his limit. They were both semi-verbal after all. At least they could sign to each other when they'd finally get to meet up.

"Yup. We can talk more then. I will get ready to leave. See you soon, Ingo."

"See you soon, Emmet."

The phone line went dead as the twins both hung up. Emmet handed the phone back to Clay.

"You doin' alright, son?" he asked.

Emmet nodded and wiped at his eyes. He then held up his hands to sign.

"I am okay. Just tired. But happy," he signed with a tired smile.

"I'll call Skyla and get her to start up the plane," Clay said. "I should also call up Drayden, Iris, and Elesa. Let 'em know about Ingo. In the meantime, why don't you go home? Maybe pack some stuff and relax a bit. I'll let ya know when we're planning to leave."

Emmet nodded and signed "thank you" before getting himself to stand. He'd have to let someone know he'd be leaving for the day.

He and Clay went their separate ways, then Emmet found a depot agent and informed them he would be leaving for the day. Luckily, they didn't ask for details, and Emmet was free to leave. Soon, he'd be home, packing and waiting to go see Ingo. Finally, they'd be a two car train again.

~

Ingo had stepped outside during his phone call with Emmet. It just felt weird to have such a conversation in front of others like that. So now, he stood outside Lian's house, holding Lian's phone as he wiped away his tears. He couldn't believe it. He'd soon get to see his brother again, after just barely remembering him for five years.

He took another moment to compose himself, then he walked back inside. He handed Lian his phone back.

"Thank you, Lian," he said, his voice still slightly shaky and quiet.

"You're welcome, Ingo. But are you doin' alright?" Lian asked as he pocketed his phone.

"Yeah, I'm alright," Ingo said with a nod. He took a seat on the couch again. "I am glad I got to speak with Emmet, and he will be coming to Sinnoh soon. I suppose I'm just a bit emotionally drained."

"Understandable," Sabi said.

"Yeah, that's kinda how I felt when I saw Mom again," Dawn added. "And honestly, it's how I've been feeling these past few days getting to see Rei and Lian and Sabi again too."

"Heh, in that case, why don't we relax a bit with some TV?" Lian suggested.

Ingo nodded, happy for a fun, mindless activity.

"Maybe we can put on a movie?" Johanna suggested.

"Oh yeah, are there any movies we missed out on?" Dawn asked.

"Let's see what I got," Lian said as his Geodude floated over, carrying the remote to him.

Ingo didn't care what they put on. He was just glad for a chance to relax and not have to think. He leaned back into the couch as Lian switched through channels and Dawn, Johanna, and Sabi all discussed movie options. Lian's little Archen flew over to his lap once more, and Ingo absentmindedly ran his fingers through its fur, helping to ground him after such an emotional day.

#my writing #my fanfic #fanfic #pokemon fanfic #reuniting better late than never #pokemon #pla #pokemon legends arceus #dawn #pokemon dawn #johanna #pokemon johanna #submas #ingo #subway boss ingo #subway master nobori #emmet #subway boss emmet #subway master kudari #clay #gym leader clay #lian #warden lian #sabi #warden sabi #sorry for taking so long with this! #hopefully i won't take as long with the next chapter #but i had fun with this one and i hope you all like it!

[clocks-are-round]

Z = zzz’s (bed sharing/one bed) with simmons please :3

Red Team Sardines

“This has to be some kind of mistake.” Simmons stared at the singular bed in the hotel room.

“Huh? What’s wrong?” Grif tugged his suitcase in after him. Bumbling on its wheels, it loudly slapped the door frame and closing door in succession. Grif got it into the room with another strong tug from his deceptively muscular— Focus, Simmons!

Simmons cleared his throat. He gestured. “There’s only one bed.”

“There’s room for both of us. Just stay on your side.”

“You sprawl and… hug. In your sleep.”

“So?”

“Sarge has the other keycard.” No way did he want Sarge and Donut walking in on them like that.

“Point taken. I dunno, you could sleep on the floor?”

“I think I need to have a word with whoever’s in charge. I’m sure it was two twin beds. Why would Sarge book a single bed room when there are four of us?” Simmons noticed Grif eying the bed like an old friend. “Don’t get too comfortable, we’ll be in a new room soon.”

Simmons ran over a few possible conversations in his head. The lady at the desk was really pretty, and that was sure to trip him up. He needed to be prepared before he marched over and inevitably got flustered after a few words.

“Uh huh. Sure, Simmons.” Grif strolled over to one side of the bed, his bulky dingy suitcase sending Simmons’ perfectly shiny metallic one careening just as he took a step toward the door— Simmons yelped as his crotch sank too far into the suitcase handle. “Son of a bitch!”

Grif winced sympathetically. “Ooh, been there, buddy.”

“I don’t,” Simmons grimaced, “have as much feeling there since my surgery, but yeah. Not great.” Simmons staggered over to the other side of the bed and flopped onto his back.

“Sarge did something in the front too?”

“No! I mean— it doesn’t matter. Still hurts like a bitch.”

Grif flopped onto his back on his own side of the bed.

Simmons squeezed his eyes shut as he waited out the pain. He thought every curse word he could think of. “This wouldn’t have happened if you were more careful with your stupid suitcase,” Simmons fumed.

Grif lazily turned to meet Simmons’ eyes. Their faces were less than a foot apart. Grif raised his eyebrows. “What? You want me to kiss it better?”

Simmons’ face heated. He grabbed a pillow and whacked Grif. Simmons glanced at the door. It was still closed, at least.

“Yeah, yeah.” Grif pulled the pillow under his head. “There we go.” He sighed. “Much better.”

The door swung open, Sarge wearing his all-red hat, shirt, and shorts that made him look more like a fire hydrant than usual— Grif had pointed this out earlier; Simmons would never say that to Sarge’s face.

Sarge was holding his duffel bag. “Simmons. Grif. Sounds like there’s been a mix-up with the rooms.”

“No kidding,” Grif said, lounging comfortably while Simmons— who had bolted up the moment the handle turned— sat on the edge.

Donut dropped his obnoxiously pink sequined bag on the floor “Turns out we only got ONE room. Total!”

Simmons blinked. “What.”

“All the other rooms are full tonight, so I couldn’t get us another one. We’ll just have to sleep in a pile like a bunch of baby rabbits.”

“Aww I love baby bunnies!”

“I even asked them to check the back. No dice.”

Grif scooted up to a sit. “You asked them to check the back of the hotel for… what? More rooms they forgot to put on the shelves?”

“Sleepover time!” Donut ran into the room and hopped onto the bed.

Grif frowned. “Donut, if you steal the blanket from me tonight, I will smother you with a pillow in your sleep.”

“Woof. Someone’s tense. Ooh, anyone want a massage?”

Everyone groaned.

“Oh, don’t be shy you guys!”

——

Sarge prodded Grif’s arm. “Move your ass, Grif. I’m not gonna sleep on top of you and you sure as hell ain’t gonna sleep on top of me.”

Grif shifted position and crossed his arms as Sarge sidled in next to him. “How are we all supposed to fit in one bed?”

Sarge nodded his head over towards Grif. “Simmons, get over on the other side of Grif.”

“We’d be crammed so close to each other though.” Simmons tried not to think too much about that. A red face was the last thing he needed when he was already dealing with a bunch of stupid butterflies. What was he, gay? (Author's note: yes.)

“So?” Donut said, “It’s not like you’ve never touched each other. You two have slept together.”

“What??” Simmons and Grif both said. Simmons felt Grif tense as he did.

Grif quickly added, “I don’t know WHAT you’re talking about, Donut.”

“What?” Donut wiggled away from the edge of the bed, cramming Simmons closer to Grif. “Didn’t you share a bed last time we went on a Red Team vacation? You can sleep together one more night, jeez.”

Simmons’ mind had immediately jumped to the euphemism but this was Donut. He dropped innuendos constantly. It was best to try to ignore it.

“Somebody get the light,” Sarge said. “We start hunting Grif at the crack of dawn.”

Simmons elbowed Donut, who elbowed him back.

“The light,” Simmons hissed.

“Ohhhh.” Donut obliged.

“Can it be the crack of the afternoon?” Grif asked. “Also, can’t someone else be the victim first for once?”

“No, it’s alphabetical. You first, numbnuts.”

Grif grumbled. “Fine.” He rolled over. “Stupid alphabet.”

The room was now dark, but Simmons was extremely aware of the two men sardining him. Oh god there was so much body heat and so little space. He was going to wake up uncomfortable and sweaty. Or worse, nuzzling into Grif or Donut thinking they were a pillow in his sleep. But, counterpoint, he really didn’t want to sleep on the floor. He’d at least try to put up with it. At least for tonight.

A few minutes passed. Sarge had already started snoring.

“Wait, Donut’s D!”

“What about my D?”

“Everyone shut. Up.”

#:3 #it’s being weird and glitchy ;w; hopefully it posts alright #okay it doesn’t show a couple lines at the end if i include a read more apparently so that’s weird #red vs blue #rvb #rvb my fics #//the husbands #//*windows error sound* #//mr steal yo snacks #//*cocks shotgun* #//*the tinkling of champagne glasses *

[roachesart]

Random Ghost Headcanons I had to get out of my brain.

I didn’t make up half of these, I collected them from all the fanfiction I’ve read.

All SFW!!!

Primo

Primo is about 5 years older than his brothers.

Went to a private school.

First child syndrome- felt he was responsible for everything.

Was a hard ass for most of his life, he only chilled out when Secondo became Papa.

He used to help Secondo do his paint when he was first training to become Papa

Rituals stressed him out.

Has a sacred ritual tattoo/scar on his back.

Has a long hair, I don't care what y'all say I can't have two bald papa's.

He keeps it up in a bun or high ponytail.

Sometimes he’ll ask a ghoul to braid it.

Of course he has a greenhouse garden, but I think he would have tons of carnivorous plants and plants that bloom at night.

If he has any other plants or flowers, they were gifts

When his accumulated flowers become to much he and his ghouls leave them around the ministry

He gives his brothers two big bouquets every time

When Copia moved to their ministry Primo added him to his list of bouquets.

Bug person, he never had any but he loved finding bugs in his garden.

Secondo

It’s Canon that he’s only 3 months older than Terzo but I think he was a winter baby (December) and Terzos a spring baby (March-ish) so they were born in different years.

Terzo teases him relentlessly about being old.

Went to a private school.

Would skip school to smoke weed under the bleachers

He’s a great cook.

When the whole family manages to make it to family dinner, Secondo does all the cooking.

Secretly wishes it happened more often.

We all know Secondo has tattoos because of that one pic of him on the toilet.

Chooses to be bald.

Dog person, he had two whippets.

Has a picture of his deceased dogs on his desk.

Likes going out and doing things like going to the aquarium or zoo it clears his head.

He's the best example of “respect your elders but bitch about them in the next room”.

Probably has like 3 hidden children he dosen't know about.

When Copia is overworked he tends to steal some of it when he doesn't notice and do it for him.

Started rebelling subconsciously, he was extremely stressed and thought of it as a way to be someone else other than Papa.

Terzo

He did fencing growing up.

Only one of them who went to public school after he begged Nihil and Sister.

Forked tongue, but not in the way that you think. He bit his tongue really hard when he ate shit running away from Secondo.

Terzo’s first crush was a boy in high school.

He asked him to the homecoming dance but was rejected.

Secondo helped with his paint for the first time, but he wouldn’t let him help after, he liked simplicity (my reasoning for Terzo looking different in his first appearance)

Terzo was not ready to be Papa.

Doesn't like people seeing himself without the paint

Has a little safe place only his brothers know about

Wants his brothers to be proud of him.

Has a collection of black cat figures/stuff animals.

A cat person, but never got the opportunity to have one.

Likes to hang out with Secondo when he cooks

UnIronically likes the twilight franchise

Let's Copia do his nails

Usually does his nails in black or gold

Copia

Same age as Terzo. Seven-ish months apart.

Sister used to call him her little sunshine.

Took ballet classes as a kid.

Homeschooled, or church schooled. He grew up in the ministry.

Grew up in a different chapel location, didn't come to the current one until he was 22, at the request of Sister.

Copia was trained at a young age to become Papa.

Lost a lot of his childhood to Sister pushing different activities on him

His first rat was one he found in the rain soaked to the brim.

Copia resents the Papas brotherly relationship.

No one was there to help Copia with his paint, but he took inspiration from each papa.

Hates his paint, yes he knows people thinks it looks good but he prefers his old cardinal look.

First thing he does when he gets to his room is wipe all the paint away and take a bubble bath.

Had a panic attack for a solid 45 minutes after the hammer photo shoot with Terzo’s head

He also hates having to bring the caskets to every ritual, he wants them to be at rest.

Does art! Likes to paint

Did Terzo’s ascension portrait

#the band ghost #ghost bc #cardinal copia #papa emeritus 1 #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus ii #papa terzo #papa emeritus iii

[what-the-fic-khr]

hello I have a very specific request, take it if you like it. Please write to the character that you think is the best comforter being super cute with an oc that feels like the world is going to fall apart because he doubts all his life choices. thanks <3

I haven’t written shit all since March bc once April hit my year became the worst ever on planet earth and then this request was sent in and while it took me ages to get there it was nice to basically kind of vent through this. so honestly thank you. I know it’s a bit late but thank you for sending this in. I honestly think Takeshi’s the best comforter in the series, based on what we’ve seen, and what I think about his character anyways!! reader is in college, so I’ll sit here and say about 21? 22? maybe for age reference?

character/s: yamamoto takeshi, reader (gender-neutral)

word count: 1,477

warnings: swearing. idk blue screen of death fuck that shit. emotional breakdown and self depreciation

prompt: absolutely nothing was going right, and this was the final straw

You were going to scream. On god.

You dropped your head onto your desk, barely registering the pain from the solid wood, before turning your head to rest your cheek against it so you could stare up at your computer screen. It hurt your eyes, but you continued to try and work like this, eyes straining to watch the cursor move.

You stopped, listening quietly as your computer’s already constant whirring got louder, hoping if you waited it’d slow down, only to then watch your screen go black, then a bright, obnoxious blue that hurt your eyes, and the whirring died off immediately.

You were still, blinking slowly. You took a slow breath, sitting up and reaching somewhere around your PC for where your shitty wired mouse was connected. Once you disconnected it, you stood and with as much strength as you could muster, threw the mouse at the wall opposite you with a loud scream.

You fell back down into your chair with another yell, struggling to shove your keyboard to the side and out of the way before dropping your head onto your desk again, and a third time for good measure.

“Stupid fuckin’… ass computer! Bitch!”

The swearing didn’t make the screen return to your work, though. It’d have been nice if it did.

It was between your loud complaining that someone opened the door to check on you, unable to see you over your monitor. They could hear you, though. Definitely.

“Bitch ass computer probably wants me to fuckin’ die,” you’d ground out, dropping a hand and grunting irritably when it hit your keyboard again. “Stupid fucking-“

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

You shot up to look over at Takeshi as he closed the door to your room quietly.

You’d gone on about “hosting the get together today, because even if I’m busy I’d feel bad about not being there anyway, and maybe takin’ a break with you all might help!” and whatnot. So everyone downstairs had heard your yelling, and promptly sent Takeshi up to check on you.

“Haah, this stupid piece of shit I can’t afford to replace went and fucking died on me and now all my shit is gone and I won’t be able to submit my work and then I’ll have no certificates and I won’t be taken seriously even though helping you lot is illegal anyways I want to have something to prove I’m not stupid but—!”

You’d probably ramble for days about it, if you had the breath to, but you heaved out a couch and waved him off, turning to cough into your elbow.

Takeshi waited patiently, quietly, for you to get yourself together.

“Feh, and look at that, givin’ up on my health for this shit definitely worked out in my favour, huh?” You muttered into your arm, brows furrowing. To some degree, he’d noticed, you’d definitely been unwell. But when it was ever brought up in the vaguest way possible, you avoided the topic.

“You alright?”

You glanced at him, eyes narrowed. “‘M fine.”

It was quiet for a moment.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, even though he had not spoken again. “I am fine!”

“I’m f-fine, dammit!”

He wasn’t really surprised by the sudden onslaught of tears, watching you fall back down onto your desk chair, the creaking only serving to upset you further.

“My life is gonna f-fall apart, probably, but I’m just fine.”

Takeshi rounded your desk and shuffled between you and the table, crouching down to meet your eyes.

“That’s not true.” He tilted his head. “Can’t say workin’ in the mafia is the best way to put business and financial skills to use, but…”

“Wish I could fuckin’ fight or something,” you grumbled, sniffling. “Wouldn’t have to worry about a piece of shit certificate. Shit’s illegal anyways, don’t know why I’m working so damn hard for one in the first place.”

“It’s nice, to have something that validates you and your skills,” he mumbled. “It’s nice to strive for those things, to have goals. More than anything, I wish you’d keep making goals like these.”

He tapped the back of his hand to your knee, stroking gently. “You’re amazing, doing all this. Not giving up despite it all. Putting your all into it for the sake of helping others.”

He offered you a small smile. “More than any of us, you’re incredible. I admire that. Thank you for working so hard for our sake.”

His shoulders slumped when your tears returned stronger, face scrunching up. You hunched over, head hanging between your knees.

“I’m really proud of you,” Takeshi murmured. “You’re doing an excellent job.”

“A-Am I?” You covered your face with your hands, body trembling. “I-I can’t do anything at all to h-help you, I keep f-falling behind, I couldn’t even find a damn j-job to keep this up and had to r-rely on others…”

You pushed at your cheeks, pulling on the skin as you tried to rid of your tears, but it did not work. “I-I’m really not that great…!”

“I think you’re amazing.” Takeshi shifted so he could sit on the floor properly, leaning back on his hands, his head knocking against your desk gently. “You’re super amazing.”

“You’re even in college! None of us got that far.”

“G-Gokudera probably could,” you muttered, tone spiteful, but not at him. Never at your friends. Takeshi could hear self depreciation a mile away, but with you it was even easier. It broke his heart.

“Maybe.” He was quiet for a bit. “But, you’re still super smart. You’re one of the smartest people I know.”

Before you could say something like “but Gokudera and Reborn”, he continued, “I also know you’ll help us more than you think. There’s no way we’d be where we are without people like you supporting us.”

“The… The Vongola wouldn’t have gotten where it is without the silent supporters like you. Right?”

You shifted, sniffling. Takeshi didn’t talk much about the Vongola despite being a Guardian, so when he did, you found it best to listen.

“Not everyone needs to fight, physically at least.” Takeshi leant forward, and this promoted you to look up at him from where your head hung. “Technically, you’re as strong as you need to be. Doing what you do best.”

“Shouldn’t I be stronger…?” You shifted to rest your forearms on your knees, pushing yourself up. “If I could fight-“

“Do you want to fight?”

You blinked slowly, thinking this over quietly. You eventually shook your head, slowly, and he smiled at this.

“Then why would we make you? Let us fight for you.”

“You shouldn’t have to fight, either.”

He contemplated this before smiling again, but a little smaller.

“No, we really shouldn’t. But, it is what it is, I guess. We’ve gotten this far, so…”

You sniffed again, looking off to the side. “I’m still… not that great.”

“I think you’re amazing.”

You were quiet before pointing at your computer tower. “D’you know any tech nerds who might be able to fix this thing…? If I could get my work back, that’d be a miracle and would save another breakdown, but getting a better computer is probably a good place to start.”

“When is your work due?”

You were dead silent, and while Takeshi almost expected you to drop ‘tomorrow’ on him, you didn’t.

“In two weeks, but I wanted to get it out of the way as soon as possible so it wouldn’t get in the way of things. I just spent nearly forty-eight hours on it and it’d piss me off if I lost it all.”

He let out a small, surprised laugh at this. “You’re an incredible student, y’know. Your teachers must love you.”

You pulled a face at this. “Well, sometimes… Academically, maybe, but behaviour wise…”

Takeshi got to his feet despite this. “Well, we know some people whore great with this kind of stuff. One of them should be able to help you.”

You watched him quietly, and he smiled despite your very obviously tired and still upset expression.

“Sitting in here won’t make you feel any better, so come join us. We’ll call them and ask them to help you out, okay? It’ll be okay. You’re incredible, so I know you’ll be okay.”

“If I’m not?”

“Then I’ll help you.”

You watched him for a second longer before he held out a hand to you. You grunted lowly, taking it and standing with his help.

You both froze, watching your desk chair promptly fall apart, a bolt rolling across the floor to the other side of the room.

“Ah, they could probably fix your chair, too,” Takeshi added on quickly when he felt you tense up. “Actually, we could just get you a new one.”

“A new one would be nice. Having a breakdown in a comfier chair might be nice.”

#hi thank you so much #I’m so sorry for disappearing this year. has been the worst #but here’s this and thank you I hope you like it!! #side note I have not gone to uni/college so I do Not know what that’s like apologies lmao #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #khr imagines #katekyo hitman reborn imagines #mine #yamamoto takeshi #yamamoto takeshi x reader #I mean. it can also be platonic I suppose #80 #requests #thank you again #comfort fic

[writingamongther0ses]

Find the Word

I was tagged by @iced-ginger-tea, @writinglyra, @shellyscribbles, and @sharraus

chill (Bride of Loki)

She could do this. Her fingers scratched gently against the cold plastic of the desk, the chill of the white plastic cold and real. The imaginary heat prickled against her neck. Siv tapped harder against the desk.

noise (Among the Stars)

Kate made a noise of protest when the last got slid into her backpack. “Don’t worry about it.” Aunt Helen’s lips were pinched together in displeasure but she pushed a strand of hair out of Kate’s face with softness. “We’re going to hide in town. We can stock up more there.”

familiar (In the Closet)

Footsteps. Soon enough, a familiar face comes into view. It’s Paris, the prince visiting from Troy. He looks around before his eyes land on the bed and light up. Instead of power, it’s fear that makes Helen tremble. She knows that look. Theseus had that same look.

curl (Want Does Not Equal Need)

Now all they could do was glare at the blue streaks. It was a sign that their magic was coming back. Sooner or later, the past would come slamming down the door. Blu raised a hand up and yanked on one curl.

imagine (Bride of Loki)

She turned and even though the screen hid her face, he could imagine her snarl. “You are no better, Alpha One.” She pointed to the body, gesturing it so everyone’s eyes were drawn to the still corpse covered in the grey makeshift shroud. "What was her name?"

lonely (Prompt fill)

The man sighs and smiles. “Beautiful. Very lonely. They caught me up in their eyes and told me I was the first person that took their breath away.” Caroline nods, and then he taps his foot next to hers. “What about you? Why haven’t you left yet?”

lovely (3 sentence fic)

The plants are a lovely surprise when she’s studying.

lost (Among the Stars)

This was a constant issue within the mines. The ice of Khoine’s surface and the heat of the volcanoes under the ice meant the pipes were heating and cooling constantly. Even worse, based on lack of liquid, it was energy pipe. If enough was lost, they would lose money.

rough (Prompt fill)

“I want to scream at you.” they admitted and now he realized their voice was rough with tears. “My best friend died twenty years ago. I was alone.” Despite the sobs that wanted to well up, they did not cry. “I wanted to die then. Why?”

electric(al) (Bride of Loki)

He didn’t say a word back, instead turning aroun. The boy marched back towards the kitchen as she kicked and screamed, going through drawers until he found a roll of electrical tape. Siv yelped as the end was pushed onto her wrist before the rest followed, tying up her wrists, before moving down to her ankles. The moment he was done, he tossed the tape onto the table with a sigh. “There we go.”

wood (I Put a Spell On You)

This continued until the familiar sign appeared, WELCOME TO FAE! Honeysuckle was painted under it. They steered away from the main road and into a well traveled forest path. Deep into the woods they went until a familiar wood shack appeared.

pause (Bad End)

There was a pause.

darken (Heartbeat)

The void started to darken around them. Manny, however, glowed brighter.

pretend(ing) (The Devil's Waiters)

A mirror game was what the twins had called switching clothes and pretending to be each other. It had fooled everyone except their guardian. For some reason he had never explained, Old Man Pabbie had always been able to tell them apart. But he played along, pretending one twin was the other until the twins had been unable to help themselves to laughter. It had helped the two understand that, while very secure in being cisgender, clothes had no gender.

cold (Bride of Loki)

The water, like everything else on the planet, was cold.

rule(s) (Witch House)

Grimaldi nodded back. “Of course I did. I apologize, my mind is going some. Now, your room is upstairs. I had some clothes delivered when I knew you were coming, I hope you like them. Now, rules.”

pray(ing) (Bride of Loki)

Miks let out a loud, nervous laugh, eyes darting from the assistant to Mabelle. “Uh, yeah! You know me, always praying to myself!”

I'll tag, with no pressure, @mariahwritesstuff, @bardic-tales, @charlesjosephwrites, @loopyhoopywrites, and @nora-theteawriter

#tag game #Bride of Loki #Among the Stars #Bad End #Witch House #The Devil's Waiters #I Put a Spell on You #Heartbeat #writeblr #wip

[sabrinasfadingmoon]

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

tagged by the wonderful @uncleasad Thank you for tagging me! I did the first paragraph of each fic because the first sentences just seemed oof.

1 I want to see me clearly (I see you clearly) : Jade Claymore/Kit Tanthalos

When you looked at yourself what did you see? Kit always saw what her mother wanted her to be. What her birthright was. She should be grateful, she was, being a princess was luck bestowed upon her. Even if it wasn’t something she wanted, she understood that much.

2 jealousy, jealousy, I am yours : Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

Enid had waited a long time for her soulmate. It wasn't unnatural for someone to go way into adulthood without them, but something told her she would find hers when she was a teenager.

3 summer rush : Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman

Hope, for a moment thought about hiding. Maybe if they couldn’t find her on campus they would just leave without her. It was childish, of course she knew that. But maybe childlike tricks to get her out of the Saltzman's beach house for three months was worth it.

4 when the stuffed animals go marching in : Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

The room was cold on the winter night, Wednesday sat at her desk reading a particularly interesting book when- there it was. The small thud- no, not a thud, more of a plop from a small color stuffed animal hitting the ground. She grit her teeth, cursing Enid Sinclair.

5 I love the nostalgia in your darkness, I call it home : Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

Enid didn’t expect it when it happened.

But when it did her eyes were not first met with color but darkness. And then she saw the brown, the eyes. How beautiful they were and her feet took her forward.

6 sweet and sour and not a bit of nice : Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

Enid decided long ago that Wednesday was torturous. She was morbid, blunt, and some would even say horrifying. And Enid loved every second of it.

7 I’ve fallen into a trope : Riley Matthews/Maya Hart

RileyMatthews: hiii Twitter 😝 I finally remembered my password in time to announce my new tv show! Transparent with the beautiful Maya Hart!

8 I am infinity falling for you : Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman

“Why are you even pouting!” Lizzie complains as she and Josie sit down at their lunch table. MG was already there and gave his girlfriend a loving kiss while Josie groaned.

9 the universe is a bitch, but at least they’re high while it falls apart : Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman

Josie isn’t really sure how or when it started if she’s being honest. They had moments, small moments here and there.

10 dumb love never hit me so bad : Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman

When Hope was little she used to be so curious about the red string attached to her pinky. She used to tilt her head and just stare at the wall it went through in wonder.

And there we have it! Ten wonderful fics I’ve written! The one rilaya fic makes me giggle dhdhhd

I don’t actually really talk to people— I’m quite a loner so I’m just going to tag people I know write fanfic on here. I would tag Asad but they tagged me smh.

Feel free to do the challenge if you want! No hard feelings if you don’t.

@u-look-beautiful-today @limeodey

#fadingmoon fics

[jerseyoklahomo]

My name is Dean Johnson. I am from Altus, Oklahoma. I accidentally fell into the passion for hotels because of HHM. I was scouted by my local Chamber of Commerce for the Sales Manager position at the Holiday Inn Express & Suites Altus in 2013. I started in SELECT SERVICE hotels. After 9 months I was promoted to AGM to learn the operational duties, then quickly to the GM position when the GM left. I stayed heavily involved with sales, as a good GM should. The sales world had opened my eyes to possibilities, so I started looking for jobs in Dallas. ***Top accounts: Army National Guard, Wright Tree Service***Gorilla tacticts

Unfortunately HHM didn't have any Dallas hotels at the time, so I started working with my former GM from HHM as the Complex Front Office Manager for Courtyard Marriott Dallas Market Center and Fairfield Inn & Suites Dallas Market Center with Crestline Hotels & Resorts. I spent 8-9 months in that position before being selected to our sole Complex Sales Manager by our new General Manager who helped mentor me for the role. **Most successful at Greyhound Account & MARYKAY lady with organic chicken**Delt with a variety of business, but focused on BT***General Dynamics, IBM, AT&T, PepsiCo, Dallas Market Center***Overflow hotel for the Hilton Antole as closest 2. Went through renovation during this time.***

I learned from some very talented people during this time, so when the Regional DOS for the new Courtyard Dallas Downtown reached out to me on LinkedIn I jumped at the opportunity to become a DOS and open a brand new hotel in the middle of the convention district and Central Business District. We grossed over $1.5M in future business with the sales team that I was able to select from my network in DFW. The hotel was sold shortly after to Island, and the DOS & GM were replaced with senior members of their team. **Most successful at gaining Dallas CVB/Visit Dallas to host annual meeting in our 6,000 Sq ft rooftop ballroom. **Also secured American Thoracic Surgeons convention business***Work with Marriott Sales Team and Opening Team to get BT business**City Electric, AT&T, Deloitte **Created event menu with Director of F&B

After this I walked into the SpringHill Suites Dallas Park Central and asked if they needed a DOS. I was on the job in less than a week and was able to assist the regional team to open the hotel. The opening was successful in a much calmer area of the city. I worked with local hospitals, school district, and North Park mall for training teams. ***Shifting business from lower rated hotels in area such as Hyatt, overflow for CY&RI, Hilton Home2, Hampton***Small management company had no true sales goals. Opening was delayed many times after announcing. Moe Hospitality

A friend of mine who had opened as the Director of Sales at the Element Dallas Downtown just after I had opened the Courtyard Downtown reached out to me and let me know she was leaving and had given my name to her Regional DOS as her selected choice for someone to take over her role. I took the role just months before March 2020!! COVID-19 moved the hotel from sell out 3 times a week to 10% occupancy filled by Baylor Hospital traveling nurses. Layoffs hit the sales team. I helped with operations as long as they allowed me to with the salary. Lost $200,000k in one day on March 12-13. Cried at my desk. Atlantic Hotels & Resorts

Went into Real Estate as a leasing agent in Dallas. Assisted people renting/leasing apartments, condos, homes to repair their credit and work to buy first homes. Worked as a referral agent with Ebby Haliday & Century 21 Fine Homes & Estates.

Worked with Island and Highgate during the pandemic openings in operations with my former GM from CY/FF Market Center who was the Area Managing Director for Highgate. Then took seasonal full time work with Delta Airlines as a Customer Engagement Specialist before being asked to GM the Residence Inn OKC South for Highgate, a hotel is very bad shape. Opened the hotel, opened the meeting room, secured traveling nurses, worked with local Chamber of Commerce. Due to medical problems that have been resolved left and lived with family and became the AGM/GM of a restaurant in my home town.

[heaven-s-black-box]

Seraph of Academia chpt.2

Return to File

Recovery date: March 19th, 2020

Description: Our favorite ONS teens training to be heroes! Will Yuu survive Guren's class? Will Yuu confess to Mika? And most importantly will the become heroes?

Notes: Unfortunately this series of entries was corrupted and recovery is unlikely, apologies for the inconvenience. This is an abandoned work

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7---Quirk List

Word count: 1 291

Back to directory

Finding class hadn’t been too hard, even if Yuu hadn’t paid much attention to the map. Mika was able to find his class and subsequently Yuu’s. Waving goodbye, they entered their respective classes. Dear god please be merciful and let Yuu have a calm first day, Mika thought taking his seat. His teacher was already there sorting through some papers. As the rest of the class filtered in and took their seats, thanks to tags on desks, the bell rang.

“Good morning everyone!” The teacher spoke, quieting the class.” I’m Sayuri-sensei, and I’m also the temporary school nurse so please be patient with me.”

Before she could continue a loud bang came from the room behind her. While the class jumped and looked worriedly at the wall, she just sighed. Opening her mouth to continue, the wall behind her shook. You could hear arguing from the room before what sounded like “ Alright everyone get changed and meet outside!”

The whole class looked at eachother, Mika was probably the calmest. That was only because Yuu wasn’t in any pain and was only angry. Yuu being angry was nothing to worry about, it’s when he’s in pain Mika starts to worry. Sayuri-sensei just smiled and told them not to worry.

“That’s class 1-A’s teacher Guren-sensei!” She finally continued just as happily as earlier.” Don’t worry, that class will be fine.”

“Are you sure sensei? The wall was shaking,” someone said from the back of the class.

“Yup! Now, while class 1-A does their physical assessment we’ll go meet the support class. You should try to befriend them as they’ll be the ones to help with costume adjustments.”

On the way to the support course building they caught a glimpse of what they could only assume was class 1-A’s assessment. They weren’t entirely sure because it looked more like two of the students were being held apart by the teacher. For the love of god! Mika thought, realizing that one of the students was Yuu. He’d have to ask about that at lunch. Assuming Yuu didn’t get expelled before then. How had he even made it this far?

Once in the support building they were shown too one of the first year classes. To get them rolling down the right path, a third year support class would be joining them. So there were three classes split into groups of three, a third year and two first years. Unfortunately, Mika had been dreading this, he had never been the best at making friends. Luckily, the first year support student wasn’t a complete stranger.

“Hello again,” he said, tapping his partner on the shoulder.

“AH!” he yelled, turning around. “Oh My God! I’m so so so sorry!”

“It’s fine. You don’t have to keep apologizing.”

“AH! I’m sorry. Hey, you’re the person I ran into this morning…” The boy calmed down, behind him their third year group member was doubled over laughing.

Mika looked at him glaring as he straightened out and whipped the tears from his eyes. Smiling the boy waved at Mika from behind the other support member.

“I’m Yoichi and this is Ashera-senpai,” he said, motioning to the boy behind him.

Ashera had turned back to Mika’s costume outline. He had pulled his hair into a ponytail and was taking notes. Mika and Yoichi sat down on the other side of the work space. Mika had never seen the official plan of his costume. Looking at it made him smile, they other children had “helped” him and Yuu design their costumes. So his and Yuu’s outfits looked a little like something a prince would wear in a fairytale.

His quirk wasn't very helpful in combat, so he had to work really hard in hand to hand combat. He could take some of their strength if he bonded with someone, and that’s where his knives came in. He really only needed a bit of blood and they’d be bonded for up to ten minutes. This meant his costume couldn’t weigh him down, so it was mostly light fabric with padding in some place.

“Awwww,” someone said from behind the two first years. “Does someone wanna be prince charming?” 

“Don’t you have your own first years to torment Noya?” Ashera asked, he looked behind them.

“I actually came to bother you!”

“Great…” Ashera grumbled. “Now go away before I get Mahiru-sensei.”

“Fine. I’ll see you later.”

“But, the design seems a little inconvenient,” Yoichi said, turning back to the paper. “There’s no protection. Would you mind if we changed it?”

“No. But, I want to keep the princely look. My siblings helped me design it, so it means alot,” Mika mumbled. 

“Then we could probably make a chainmail inner layer,” Ashera put in. “ There are materials that are thin and mobile that still offer some protection.”

---

Come lunchtime Mika had made minor changes to his costume, taken a physical assessment, and been given a tour of the school. In that time Yuu had been angry, angry, and...you get the point. The lunchroom was pretty crowded, it seemed like the whole school was there. In hindsight they probably should have come up with a meeting place. Why didn’t we make a meeting place? Mika wondered.

Suddenly there was a loud bang from across the cafeteria. Right, Mika thought. Akane and him had no doubt Yuu would start a fight. So they’d decided to just use him as a beacon. Now listening to the fighting as he got closer, he was wondering when he thought this was a good idea. Stumbling suddenly and feeling very disoriented, he picked up the pace. Usually sudden disorientation meant that Yuu got punched. 

“Yuu stop!” he heard Akane yell.

“He started it!” Yuu yelled back.

Finally, he pushed through the crowd that had formed. He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t dropped his lunch on the way here. Setting it down on a nearby table he took in what was going on. Akane and a blond girl were trying to hold Yuu back, while Yoichi held back the pink haired man from this morning. Huh. He doesn’t look that strong, Mika thought, looking at Yoichi. 

“You’d think the teachers would have gotten involved by now,” someone said from beside Mika.

Someone else behind him yawned, “They’re so loud.”

“Yuu!” Mika yelled walking towards him, “I thought we told you not to pick a fight!”

“Mika,” Yuu said and stopped fighting against the two girls.

“Let’s go Kimizuki,” he heard Yoichi. “Sorry for disturbing you!” Yoichi apologized to the crowd as it began to disperse.

“You’ve got a LOT of explaining to do,” Mika growled. “I’ve been angry all day thanks to you,” he said, grabbing Yuu by his collar and dragging him over to where he’d left his food.

Akane, the blond girl from earlier, and another girl with purple hair joined them. Akane had brought over her lunch and Yuu’s from where they’d left it. 

“What do you want, Shinoa?” Yuu asked the girl with purple hair.

“Nothing,” she hummed and started eating.

“Mitsuba,” Akane said, poking the other gir, “these are my brothers Yuu and Mika. This is Mitsuba, she’s in my class.”

“Hey Yuu,” Shinoa asked, “Are you gonna introduce me?”

“Nope.”

---

“Guren,” Shinya whined, “Shouldn’t you have done something about that fight?”

Guren continued eating, watching the cafeteria from the corner. Him and Shinya were on lunch supervision with Sayuri. When the fight had started Guren had told them to wait it out. If it didn’t calm down quickly they’d intervene. 

“Nothing bad happened.”

“Will you at least tell us what happened this morning?” Sayuri asked quietly. “My class was worried when the wall started to shake.”

“Just a few hot headed brats. Nothing I can’t handle.”

#researcher s's recovery #seraph of academia #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #mikayuu #yuuichirou hyakuya #mikaela hyakuya #yoichi saotome #shiho kimizuki #ashera tepes #ons asuramaru #noya hienma #ons noya #sayuri hanayori #guren ichinose #shinya hiiragi #akane hyakuya #fluff

[librarybunny13]

Kinda pissed

This has not been an easy year. Hell, my life fall apart back in March. The 28th to be acurate.

So my epilepsy has returned and boy is it pissed that I went four years off of all meds without a single seizure. But as all epileptics say, "Fuck Epilepsy". I was in the hospital for 3 or 4 days. With a woman going through alchol withdrawls who took out her IVS and everything else and peed and pooped and layed in her head and then escaped to the bathroom. Once that was over with, my bad luck contuined.

I had to have a doctor's note to go back to work. My general doctor said not until you talk to a neurologist. I said fine. But also told the doctor that I had no epilepsy medications. He said not to worry I cuold get into a neurologist in 2 days and be on meds and I would be fine.

First doctor appointment I could get was 3 weeks away. I said fine, I have lots of vacation time! My mom drives me to the appointment, I have a seizure right there in the parking lot. The neurologist refuses to see me and tells me mom to take me to the ER. Already been there and they refuse to give me medication. Bitch give me a presciption and I'm out of here. No diec. And honestly, all I did was look around confused as all get out.

Second doctor appointment for a neur........3 weeks away. Fine. My vacation days are slipping away, but I can handle it. The day my mom starts driving me to this place an hour away we get a phone call. Doctor called in because of a family emergency.

Third appointment, another 3 week wait. Fine. First meds he puts me on has me vomiting like in the movie Stand By Me. So after the vomiting does not stop after he asked me to wait for 2 weeks, and the fact that I develop a rash and literally scratched until I bled on my back of all places, he gives me another drug. But he tells me to be careful because these are super strong drugs and they have "street value" and I might be robbed if anyone knows I have them. Fine I take them.

First time I take one I'm okay. I take 1 for 1 week, then he moves me up to 2 a day. One at night and one in the morning. Then 2 in the morning and 1 at night, then 2 during the day and 2 at night. The next day at work, one of the bosses calls an ambulance because she says I'm acting weird. I admit, that moring I took a little cough medicine, not even a full dose. And that's how I ended up at the hospital again.They let me go after 2 days.

A month later I'm at work, I'm running some old library books to the front desk. Next thing I know someone is standing over me, "Do you know who I am?" I shake my head no. I'm literally looking at you with my blind eye. I can barely see a thing. Oh look, they called 911 again. And off I am carted to the hospital, against my wishes. But I admit I tried to call my mom, but couldn't figure out how to use the phone. They let me go after 4 hours.

My neuro decides I need MORE medication. So he gives me another one. Now I'm taking 5 epilepsy pills in the morning and 5 at night.

Epilepsy pills are known for giving brain fogs , making you forget everything, and for some people, making you want to suicide. So I know run around work and forget what I'm doing. Or better yet, forget the names of things..........like what a pencil is called.

I'm keeping a journal because my new shrink said to give it a try for some CBT - cognitive behavior therapy. And I told him in the beginning, I have tried that before, it DOES NOT HELP WITH THE DEPRESSION. Heck, it makes it worse. Look, I saw this shrink 2 times then he moved out of state. (because of course he did)

So now I have a system, where were you on the suicide scale today, 1-10. And no I will not kill myself. I promised my mother I would not hurt myself again until she was dead. And now I kinda have to take care of dad. So even if mom dies, I still have to take care of dad (deaf and blind and lots of other medical issues). I fear I will make it to my 60s.

At the same time I got a new diabetic doctor. He gave me 2 meds. One was ozempic. He told me just to get past the first 4 weeks. That I was fat, and it would help with that and help with my diabetes. I was all, I've taken meds my whole life I'll be fine. I couldn't move out of the bed. I got dizzy. Two weeks in, I tell my mom what was going on. At one point I just stopped eatting for 4 days. Then I had a yogurt. I had to drag myself down the stairs in stages. Literally my mom drove ten hours and brought me to her summer home. She forced me to eat at least one yogurt or soup a day. We tried calling the diabetic doctor, but he had quit his job and moved to Ohio. Because of course he did! So we had to find another diabetic doctor. And of course the wait list was forever. And he thinks I should be on these medications. So he refuses to change them, even when I end up vomiting in a trash can.

At the same time I'm going to a cardiologist. He decides I'm not having seizures. That I have too much blood pressure meds and takes me off them cold turkey. The hospital people think that the time I was half drunk off cough medicine that the blood was leaving my head because I was standing up. ANd he also thinks it's because of the medicine the diabetic doctor is giving me. Not the ozempic, the other one. Angry notes and phone calls are written between the two. They each decide the other doctor is wrong.

Did I mention I used up four months worth of vacation leave before I got a doctoe note to go back to work? Four MONTHS. ANd at one point my job just stopped giving me money. I ended up asking mom for a loan.

So I'm already sick. I was suppose to go to Spain for my cousin's wedding. Didn't get to go. Was super pissed. Since I don't have Any time left I also missed the family reunion that we only have every four years. And did I mention, during all of thiss, my cousin's 22 year old daughter decides to show up. She's here to take a class At Georgia Tech in English. I love Monica, I really do. Bit I haven't been able to drive because no driving once epilepsy comes back. At my house I was just walking to Walmart. At my mom's house there's nothing around. So I have to find a way to bring my lunch to work. For those of you wondering, there is a lunch thief. Also are fridges are not that clean or young.

Anyhow, Monica is taking my car to the beach and stuff. Good for her. Until I actually she her at the beach. Look, people think she's 12 because of the way she looks. She's tiny, petite. Her shoe size is 5. I'm glaring at all the old men out there looking at her like she's a steak dinner.

So the lifeguard blows his whistle and puts up the red flag. We were about to get in the water. So I ask him what does the red flag mean. "Shark" he says. So I tell my cousin. She says, "ah, okay" goes down the beach a bit so the lifeguard can't see her and just goes in the ocean anyhow. And I'm all like, "What the fuck?!" SO I chase in after her. If she got bitten, my cousin would KILL me and all of Florida. We actually saw the shark, just a small one. But she swims towards the shark. At this point I'm starting to think that I must be dreamng. What kind of idiot goes up to try to pet a shark?! Luckily the shark wims away terrified of my cousin.

Is it done? Oh no, the lifeguard now puts up the flag for jellyfish. And I have to chase her as she chases the jelly fish. She claims Florida jellyfish don't sting as badly as the Spainish ones. I'm like......how do I get her out of the ocean. Well the sun starts setting and I tempt her with another pina colda. That's how I got her out of the ocean.

Then my mom decides I'm well enough and leaves me alone with her for like 2 weeks so she can get her chemo. At this point Monica is kinda panicing. She had to do a test to figure out which English class to put her in. She got 6 out of 7 so she did great. But she thinks she's going to be the dumbest peron there and gets all blue. I'm an introvert. I need my alone time. But I took her to a street with bars and dancing. Yuck, I hate dancing. ANd this calmed her down, especially after all the phone numbers she got from the local guys.

Did I mention the medications that I'm taking are destroying my one good eye? So soon I might be totally blind. It's lke a fog sometimes shows up and I know no one else can see it. So I'm not sure I can do storytime. I'm gonna ask my eye doctor next time I see him. (I get steroid shots in my eyes once a month).

And the newest drama. The car wreck on March 28th? I was served papers. Two of the people are sueing me for 100,000 each. My anxiety is through the roof.

If you got this far, thank you for reading my word vomit.

I am so depressed and anxious and tired. I feel like I'm going to explode

#epilepsy #car wreck #lawsuit #diabetes #bad luck #personal

[unexpected-satsuma]

3 / ? - Spring

Herbalist : Sunday 21st

The plants concern me. Greatly. It looks like a rot setting in, but it is not a mould or decay. The leaves are seemingly being drained.

Flowers are not producing pollen, fruit is seedy and bitter, fibrous grasses are wilting. This could be an ecological disaster. I asked Leah to get a sample of soil for me to investigate, because I do not think it to be a blight as Forrest initially suggested.

I think the rot is within the island itself, but I need to test this soil. I have to understand what it is in the ground that is pulling away from the plants.

Anyway, Goose had to sleep outside last night because he smelled so awful we could not bear it. I will ask Runeheart if she could forge us a bathtub to save Olive the worry.

Matheo: Monday 22nd

I ventured into the forest yesterday, hoping to be at one with the power of nature, and I misplaced my notebook.

I am desperate to try retrace my steps. I will have to post for the Rangers to keep an eye out. That book contains all of my research and knowledge. It tracks the progress of the garden. It is invaluable, more so than my Father’s useless tomes.

She left a bundle of bloodgrass and dogweed on my door today. That blue haired wraith floats around the woods, my woods, and rips it apart as a gift for me? Brutish. Typical of chemists, they lack a particular refinement once they poison their spirits with those rotten chemicals.

So persistent. Her cape flaps behind her and she marches into my garden, asking about my plants and the weather and my health. The Chemist is conniving, and I will unearth her true intentions.

Reyner: Wednesday 24th

Runeheart is breathing down my neck to have my shoulder seen to, but I think she is overreacting. I have been working at the Potion house all week, and the kitchen is nearly finished.

Every morning when I arrive, the Herbalist - she is called Mia - lets me inside and shuffles off to her desk. I work in the kitchen, and she works at the end of the hall, peering down a looking glass at tiny mounds of soil.

I watch her work when I take breaks, and I cannot understand what she is doing. It is hypnotic though, the way she delicately separates small samples of dirt and adds drops of funny coloured liquids. Then she writes something down. It is so odd.

My shoulder aches. I know Matheo suggested light work and willow bark for the pain, but it is not enough anymore. I think it is getting worse, but I don’t want Runeheart to know.

Chemist: Thursday 25th

Mia is increasingly concerned that the soil is tainted with something dangerous. It could be the work of the previous Chemists - Forrest let slip a spillage occurred and poisoned some fauna, but he believed it to be contained. It appears it has spread, and greatly. I hope Mia can analyse the soil and we can figure out how to neutralise it.

I found Matheo’s Notes in the forest today. I returned it, obviously. But I did have to take a look. He tracks the progress of his gardens every year, every plant cycle noted perfectly. He preserves samples of leaves in each page. I think I will ask him to help us research.

He suggested I stole his notebook when I returned it, the idiot. He just needs time. He will come round and eventually see that we are not a threat.

Xiao : Friday 26th

Little Miss Rue keeps begging me to read with her, but I do not have the time. Myer keeps me busy, more so now than ever with these Ambassadors.

The Chemist, Leah, visited the town hall today. She took some of the community postings, to my surprise. The soil investigation is still underway, I requested a report for Myer once it was complete.

Leah asked if I liked cats and gave me some moon cloves today. I did not really know how to answer. I supposed I like Kipps after all, and she said there was a stray kitten in the woods. I had not considered a pet of my own until then. I wished her good fortune on her search.

Forrest: Sunday 28th

The plants are getting worse, but the Herbalist believes it to be poisoned soil. She came to the edge of the forest and we inspected the foliage together.

She seems to believe that it is a good thing the soil is poisoned. It means it can be undone at any point, and we are not limited by trying to save the plants first. I have to trust her. I have to. I cannot let the forest wilt, this is a life older and greater than anything ever will be on this island.

Moonbury without it’s forests and beasts is just a rock, that will slowly fall apart. I am scared, but I trust. I have to trust.

[beaten-retrying]

First Police Report

The following is saved on my computer, which was used as a guide to hand write my statement to the police in 2016. There may be grammatical changes or additional information provided in the police copy, but this is my official statement:

William and I met online in February of 2011. We exchanged phone numbers and met in person for the first time at Tunney’s Pasture bus station on March 5th, 2011 where we had our first date at Won Ton House on Wellington St. We became a couple on March 7th, 2011. On December 1st 2013, we moved in together at [redacted] Apt. 102. He moved out of our apartment on August 9th, 2015 due to me breaking up with him on June 27th, 2015. Throughout March 2014 to August 2014 he had physically assaulted me on multiple occasions in out apartment on [redacted]. We dated for 4.5 years.

The majority of the abuse surrounded his acts of infidelity. On January 15th of 2014, he had left his computer unlocked and I found that he had been cheating on me with multiple women, and had done so throughout 2013, and throughout our relationship. I took photos on my phone of his conversations on Skype with the women and confronted him with the information. Since then, he had become violent with me. He never showed any remorse, and I wanted to know why he done these things to me. He blamed me for his cheating, stating that I made him do it. 

March 9th, 2014 at 3:00AM. William started a verbal argument with me. He started by telling me I was not desirable, that the thought of being intimate with me repulses him, and that nobody in my life liked me. It resulted in him starting a bath for me, giving me an Advil with a paper cup full of water (his reasoning is that my veins would be more pronounced), and a razor blade. He pushed me into the bathtub and told me to kill myself. I proceeded to harm myself for him. He stopped me, and I confronted him afterwards, phone hidden, recording our conversation. 

March 20th 2014 at 10:30PM. He started acting violent with me. I hid underneath our bed with my phone, recording the altercation. He dragged me out from underneath the bed against my wishes. He threatened to pull me out by my hair and “rip it all out of my head”. He started to hit my head and my face with his fists. I began to cry and he pulled me out from under the bed by my leg, then pulled my hair back threatening me, he then began strangling me. He saw that my phone was with me and grabbed my phone, stopping the video. He began to punch and kick my spine, grabbing my face and throwing my head against the bedroom door, breaking it and leaving an indention of the doorknob on the wall. 

At 11:47PM. My webcam is running as I go to see William in our bedroom. I take his phone and walk back into the living room and place his phone on my desk. I have a video of him pulling my hair backwards and me falling to the ground. He then proceeds to stomp on me and kick me in the spine with his feet. I have photos of my neck, spine, wrist, and arm injuries. As well as hair that fell out of my head when he pulled it. 

March 29th, 2014 at 3:00AM. He pulled my hair back and hit me in the face with his fists. I had multiple head injuries, in a video I state I have three “goose eggs” on my head. I was thrown to the ground in our living room and I was kicked in the ribs multiple times. I began to have a panic attack, needing my asthma puffer to be able to breathe. I received a bloody nose from him hitting me in the face. I have photos of my face injuries as well as the hair he pulled out.

April 9th, 2014 at 1AM. He confronted me about the broken door, blaming me for breaking it. It broke on March 20th when he slammed my head against it. When I told him he broke the door he asks, “do you want to fucking go again?” I have this recorded. It cuts out with me screaming. He then hits me with his fists, he strangles me in attempt to make me pass out, and he bent my glasses in the process. I start recording again, confronting him about the abuse I have received over the last few months. He states that, “I have never hit a single woman in my entire life before you”.

May 5th, 2014 at 3:20PM. He bites me forcefully. I have my screams and him biting me recorded on camera. A short while later, I start recording the altercation again. This video starts off with him throwing my glasses and him stating “oh my god, you’re bleeding, you’re bleeding.” I tell him that, “of course I’m bleeding, you keep hitting me”. He asks me, “do you deserve that or not”, and I shake my head and say “no”. He then proceeds to hit me multiple times in the spine with his fist. He yells, “do you deserve that or not?” and I scream “no” and he proceeds to choke me against our leather couch. He calls me names, spits of me, chokes me, and slaps me in the face. He states “you’re lucky I don’t kill you”. He kicks me repetitively in the spine while I am on the ground. I have photos of my injuries. They include two black eyes, a large bruise on my forehead, a red neck, a red chest, bruises across my left cheekbone, bruises on my left ear, bruising and redness on my spine, red marks on my arm, and bruising and blood in my mouth.

May 13th, 2014 at 12:00PM. I confronted William on video about speaking to his mother about moving out of our apartment. I unplugged out wi-fi modem because he was not paying attention to me and I wanted to speak. He throws me to the ground. Off camera, I walk back to him and he proceeded to hit me in the jaw multiple times. I have photos of these injuries.

June 10th, 2014 at 12:00AM. William proceeded to hit me multiple times in the face with his fists. I receive a bloody nose, bruising on the left side of my nose, kick makes on my leg, and bruising down the left side of my jaw to my neck.

July 19th, 2014 at 10:24PM. After an argument about William leaving our lease, he decides to bite my back as hard as he can. I have this argument recorded for my records as we were discussing what we were doing with our possessions as well as what to do with our lease once he moves out. I have photos of the bite mark on my left shoulder blade. 

August 23rd, 2014, at night. William confronted me in the kitchen of our apartment and held a knife to my throat, threatening to kill me. 

#William Evans-Bourgeault #Ottawa #abuse #domestic violence #abusive #convicted abuser #William Evans Bourgeault #Ottawa Ontario #woman abuser #violence against women

[kakubun]

itching hands

pairings: bonten x chubby!reader

a/n: this was supposed be for december but i'm impatient🕴

warnings: suggestive, bonten

life with bonten series

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these men will bark at you if you ever had the time to be insecure about yourself

hold on tight to your seat cause i'm sure these executives won't let you

especially these easter egg mfs, you never know what's in each of these peoples' minds

sanzu

he lets a lot of things slip from his mind and specially his comments about you

he ranges from thirsty to intense staring at any part of your body where if i say so, it's gonna be a lot more pg

eventhough he's weirdly obsessive of how you look, he means good! it's just that his lameo ass can't say or spell it out to you without sounding like a pervert

he enters your apartment in search of any of the haitani brothers to pick up their report on the last mission and maybe you so he could easily find the two since they always muted their phones when busy.

at first, he wanted to reward himself with a little something since he did a little running around here and there, why not look into your fridge? he slowly opened it because of instinct and almost fell on his knees when he saw sweet cakes topped with icing. he reached out to it as if it's begging for him to just eat it up and he drooled with how soft it looked but a grab to his wrist startled him when he looked at the person in alarm, a quirk of your eyebrows immediately lead him to explain what he's here for.

"uh searching for haitani- by the way can i eat that-" you wiped his drool that ran down his chin with a tissue hastily, in full exaggeration the bright pink haired man is an absolute sweet tooth. he finally let his eyes set on you and he looked comedic with his wide eyes when he looked down at your soft thighs in the comfy shorts you wore.

you ignored his staring and sighed, pointing to the label of the sweet cake which had rindou's name on it but you changed your mind due to said man pouting and took out the cake and peeled off the label, offering to sanzu who drooled again but he doesn't know what's his drooling for anymore (rindou can always order another cake anyways). you closed the fridge and stretched, moving into the living room to lay on the sofa.

he felt content with his dessert, all he needed was a place to sit and he just felt that the perfect place was between, between, man he couldn't help it but stare at plushiness of your thighs. he wanted to bite it.

"can i lay myself between your thighs?"

a silent staring contest was held maybe, if people were to walk in at the moment but with a smirk you patted yourself.

"go ahead darling"

after a while

"y/n did you ate my cake!?" rindou gruffly yelled out and he didn't know what did he just walked into, you brushing and massaging sanzu's head while he hums and kisses up your thighs with the empty plate near his feet and rindou massaged his temples to not drag the male between your thighs into a body bag.

but he failed so sorry sanzu.

ran walked in with an amused stare when sanzu haven't noticed them yet and y/n laughed to rindou who was starting to march up to sanzu to grab both his ankles.

ran lazily stumbled to the sofa with his legs spread while watching whatever the hell the two were doing when sanzu finally woke up from his fantasies, fly high sanzu🕊🕊

ran leaned in to whisper to you when you secretly recorded the fight, asking why you finally offered sanzu a place to lay when you didn't let him lay between when he asked you so many times. you looked over at him with your mischevious eyes and he knows damn well he needs to do more than just asking.

extra!!:

"WAAAHH Y/N THEY BULLIED ME !!" you don't if sanzu's faking his loud crying or not with tears begin to slip past his cheek when he pointed at the haitanis and rindou had no shame in admitting what he done when his older brother blinked in confusion.

you tried to hold in any chortles or laughter coming out because the pink boy had his worst when rindou bent his leg over his head while muttering how he should've killed sanzu from day one. you held out your arms and he immediately flopped you to the coach when he pushed and smothered into your scent.

the haitanis still don't why you adore that crazed man baby who likes killing people and making them confess their crimes, you said you found it really annoyingly cute that's why you had haru in your arms who nibbled on you like a baby.

just hope that the treatment with haru doesn't go on and on and you actually do something about it instead of kissing his tears away and cuddled with him.

kakucho

he feels disrespectful to how much staring he does to you on a daily basis

the way you walk, your hips popping and the curve of your hip dips makes him go crazy

he wonders if he could just hold onto your waist or just touch onto your hips, he might faint touching the roughness of your stretch marks as if he's been blessed by pure heaven

he's obsessed with how you present yourself to the others

if only he was a little more bolder, he could admire it closer if he just asked (?)

"have you taken an interest in y/n, kaku?" ran's eyes glanced at kakucho's hard staring at your crossed legs and he stopped, scoffing at ran's word but the older haitani had a plan up his sleeves.

y/n sat nearby kokonoi's table doing their own thing, looking like a sweet thing that had kakucho's glued on them that ran couldn't help pointing it out and it didn't help kakucho's poor heart when mikey suddenly interrupted the conversation.

"kakucho, please assist y/n on where's they want to go at the moment" it made kakucho perk up, startled by the sudden job of bodyguard and he looked back at ran who winked at him. no no no this isn't what he wanted, what was he planning?

it's annoying on how this puppy crush of his grew even more worse, your whole personality draws him towards you, making him feel like a kid again because of how nonchalant you are with him. he felt laidback being with you is like the calm after a storm with his work and shenanigans in bonten.

he watched from a distance when you looked over the things on your list, kakucho also gathered some of the things you wanted into a little basket and cancelling some out so you didn't have to get them anymore and you thanked him with your pretty smile.

he scanned the area around him and held himself back from punching when this one creepo think they're being sleak with how they kept eyeing you, kakucho either think he was a pick pocket or a flirt but he kept a good metres away from him to see what he was doing but he was ready to turn towards you if they got any closer.

you turned towards kakucho, waving your hand to come to you and he immediately went, feeling more pissed off towards the person creeping in on you slowly but he felt your rough palm on the skin of his wrist wrapping it around your waist. he unconsciously squeezed around you, pulling you close as he shot a nasty glare towards the person who backed off, seeing the intense look from the half blind which they didn't dare messing with.

you both walk away, heading towards the counter as you laughed behind the palm of you hand; still in position of kakucho tightly holding onto your waist where he panicked when he realized how hard he's latching onto you.

"hah~ you're so-"

still choking on your laughter, he akwardly shuffles to the side in embarassment and it added more fuel to the fire when he remembered how he held your waist and he excused himself before combusting in front of you and went away for a few seconds.

you have to say but you gotta thank ran for this plan, even if the creepo appeared out of nowhere, atleast you got to see how bonten nunber 3 reacts to his dream coming true~

kokonoi

he mostly admires you in silence and gets distracted if he ever talks to somebody

just his eyes trailing down every curve on your body and just daydreams about them (as in like cuddling pls)

the other executives would notice how his eyes are always on you in every meeting youre in and would tease him about it when you leave the room like ran would comment 'so thats where your head was this whole time hm?'

kokonoi love your pictures, he feels creepy stalking your pictures but he can't help but gush into the palm of his hand of your stunning you look, you make him faint whenever you had suprise pictures of you in dresses and he feel like his whole body is on fire.

ran taps the head of his pen to the temple of kokonoi's head and he slams his phone down and put on a poker face, it faltering when he clenched his teeth already knowing what's coming. ran sneered to how much of a simp he was and flicked the back of his head, pointing towards the door of his office; telling him any moment you're gonna come by and koko swats his hand away, knowing the haitani was just teasing him but his eyes nearly bulged out when you actually swung by.

all sleepy and dreamy like, his heart getting squeezed and the older haitani patting you towards koko who unexpectantly had you in your lap, your weight tapping him out of his daydreams as you hugged him tighter.

"my my, tired baby ain't ya?" he put on his proper poker face he got from the back of his desk, trying not to falter when you sleepily ranted on how work was terribly tiring and he patted your back shakily, not wanting to push you off due to extreme nervousness. he joked with you telling that he could just pay you easily if you work under him and you pushed his chest with your head bonk .

"ywou drhon just-mphm-hrmm" him heating up to how close with you works because he was the best heat warmer you could ask for, he felt bad for moving you to the coach but he just needed a comfortable position for you sleep in because you sitting on him? naaah, he's a puddle by the end of it.

the urge to take a picture was really strong so he took out his phone and angle his phone down to catch your drool slipping out of you and smiled feverishly to how dorky you looked.

koko felt like he could fuck up more of his feelings staring at your sleeping face, he rubbed his finger on your fat cheek you smooshed onto the coach and shifted a little in your sleep to adjust the blanket more closer to you. koko's touches were hesitant, didn't want to be a pervert when all he did was touch your soft cheek.

he wanted to just hold you close to his chest and have you against him but his prickling anxiety said otherwise, his awful thoughts and stubborness entertaining the shit out of him. you nearly give him a heart attack when one of your eyes open when he wanted to take his second picture and you latched onto his wrist. koko squawked and you couldn't help but burst out in guffaws to how panicked he looked when you caught him.

if anyone saw this scene, koko surely would die of embarassment and he'll dig his grave himself but unfortunely he will eventually when the blinking red of somebody's recording was capturing every moment of it.

haitani brothers

the duo who makes you nervous with their hard stares on you

these two are also pretty touchy so it's dangerous when they're handsy with one of your body parts

rindou are obsessed with your chubbiness, poking it just to see his finger bounce back; comedically

he loves being close with you because you're so squishy??? the type of guy who plays with your squishiness like you're a stress toy and holds himself back from biting

you're the greatest fridge or heat bag on the off days he haves, just wrapped up in blankets and you makes him sleep like a baby

as discussed earlier, ran wants to his head between your thighs; don't be suprised when one day he felt like he should get killed by them and you reject his acceptance towards death

he's a leg man and likes sleeping on your lap or kissing them or he just does anything with them (if you don't mind)

you just gotta remember these two are menaces right next to sanzu cause they'll bother you about it like forever if they can

after seeing the endless babying of sanzu, rindou turns to his brother who was lost in his thoughts and tapped his shoulder with the back of his hand. he lifted his eybrow, needing a response to how quiet he became and ran gave him a sly smile.

"you look at y/n like you wanna eat them up" ran shrugged, placing his elbow on rindou's shoulder as he slipped a comment on how he can eat y/n in other ways while rindou scrunched up in disgust. sanzu then emerged right next to rindou, telling them to give their report; damn well distracted when you started brushing and massaging his head a few moments ago.

rindou pointed towards the window, telling sanzu to fetch the files in his car while 'lightly' threatening him to buy another cake for him and the pink haired boy waved him off as if his threatening didn't give him flashbacks to how rindou almost squeezed his organs out of his ribcage when he looked at the empty plate.

when sanzu disappeared out of the house, rindou pulled you by the waist and onto his lap. squeezing your fat and kissing up your neck, he grazed a sweet spot but you swatted him telling him what's gotten into him. ran lay his head on your lap and looked like a satisfied brat when you look back at him then his brother all confused like.

rindou couldn't spare anymore time so he whispered in your ear, telling how much of a nuisance his older brother was and pleaded you to let him do what he wished to do. ran quirked his eyebrows, leaning up to kiss you while you teased him more by placing a finger on his lips.

"using your brother as a way to get me to do your thing instead of asking me in the nicest way? how cruel haitani, don't you know how torturous it is for your brother to put up with you?"

he smirks, knowing how much of a tease you were and feigned his sigh. rindou clamped his hands over this ears to not hear whatever the hell is this and tilted his head comfortably on your neck.

you shifted off rindou's lap, letting the man going after your sweet self place his head on your tummy as he happily shifts himself to a tiny nap to wait for sanzu to get back from whatever he got himself into because they could hear him shouting at the phone when he was unlocking the car door.

you looked over at rindou and placed a finger on your lips, smiling with your eyes closed when you don't want to disturb his sleeping brother in bliss.

ran just doesn't need to know rindou had his many turns sleeping with you this week compared to him~

mikey

he likes sleeping on you, his titled pillow he seeks for at the end of the day

he usually goes to you whenever he has a hard time sleeping and you try your best to advice him on how he should take care od his eyebags and weak body

he likes listening to your whispering before he goes to sleep so he asks you to talk more (command maybe)

"mikey..?"

"mph?"

"please i need to get up"

he uses your entire body as a pillow to swing his leg over ._. . from the very start, he makes you worried that you might've done or said something wrong to him but his thoughts were completely filled with how he can melt into you and be a handy pillow for him if he can't sleep easily.

to break the ice of what he thinks of you, you hummed quietly and awfully close to him on why he was staring at you but he completley dodges the question, rather he wants to show you why he's staring so he asks if he can touch you. he was uo close and personal on the first into with you but he didn't have bad intentions.. because afterwards you were legit cradling him.

sanzu was raising his eyebrows teasingly when their boss was sound asleep on your shoulder and you run your hands to his hair while glaring at sanzu to not make any noise. kakucho tried putting a straight face on but it's complelety leaving him when he heard his boss sleep talk.

he was babbling nonsense to you which you tried to reply to him but his mouth was jammed shut because there was some point where he got mad at you for not replying and sanzu was rolling on the floor and kakucho had to walk out to laugh with sanzu, dragging the pink hair out of the office. you cooed at him to relax instead of thrashing back and forth and he stopped, planting his face into your neck which makes you feel really tickled.

you're just grateful he's getting some sleep and you kissed him good night and a faint smile shows up on his face when you hugged him tight.

(and the other executives in the other room cracking up about mikey and you NSBJSBD)

akashi

he likes carrying you, stealing you away from the other executive when they're disturbing you

you can't feel insecure with this man because he was the dirtiest way with his words that he whispers to you that can turn any guy or girl red

he'll surely gouge out any prying eyes that mock or stare at you for too long

"why cat got your tongue?" your mouth agape when he was busy doing pushups on the mat and his back muscles flex even more when you came by, the smirk on his face didn't help making you flustered while you sat near him. panicking on the inside, he stopped for a water break and sat next to you.

you prayed to not shake so visibly becaue this hot ass man right now makes you lose all sense of human nature with how big he was, he placed his bottle down and shifted closer to you. bending down a little to arch his back to crack a little, he said he needed you on his back for his pushups. he can easily see the confusion you had on your face and he chuckled, getting up to begin and he usher you to start climbing on his back.

"cmonnn~ i'm strong, you're afraid i'll drop you?"

this man wanted a death wish but you think you'll die first because of how much of a tease he was, his back was kinda comfortable so you tugged on him like a koala, he called you needy and he says he's right you'll enjoy it. enjoy what exactly? too scared to ask this man because of the potential of a heart attack.

it becomes a daily thing to be honest, just having you on his back to flex off his strength that you were impressed that he didn't break and kept his composure. he held you close or carries you on his back cause he wants to, running away from the others who were fighting over you.he was a dangerous man because he could easily take your breath away with how secretive he is.

heck, i think he just did.

tag tag: @lucylicious , @turksueme , @haruchyio , @fyotituti , @coconois , @gyros-cum-sock , @ashrakat-lovesbaji , @dragon-chica

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[inkandpen22]

Chaotic as The Sea (3/?)

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3k Warning: swearing, violence Part Summary: The Black Pearl arrives in Bimini and as any adventure with Jack Sparrow, there’s chaos

Masterlist

Two days later... 

Will

We arrive at Bimini as the sun begins to set. Y/N and Barbosa argue that we should wait until sunrise to explore the island. I argue that we can't waste another minute without trying to rescue Elizabeth. Jack, to my surprise, agrees that we shouldn't wait. Though, I think his reasoning is because he wants to see the fountain. 

Barbosa, Jack, Gibbs, Ragetti, Pintel, Y/N, and I all hop off the boat to explore the island. Gibbs, Will, and Pintel all carry long torches for us as the only sources of light. 

"Okay, so I know the general direction, but unless you feel like risking the chance of getting lost, which I don't, I suggest we use the compass," Y/N announces. 

"I thought you were certain of the fountain's location," Barbosa remarks a tad agitated. 

"Every tree and speck of white sand look exactly the same. Next trip, I'll drop your ass in a jungle in the middle of the night and tell you to find your way out!" She snaps. 

"Okay, well then let's use the compass." Ragetti takes the compass of Jack's belt and hands it to Y/N. 

The device begins to spin in her hand and Ragetti peeks over her shoulder. Jack quietly moves to stand beside her, wishing to catch a glimpse of himself. 

Abruptly, Y/N shuts the compass and frantically tries to get rid of it. "Oh uh, no it's okay, Jack can take it." She tosses it to him. 

"Me?" He looks at her wide-eyed and panicky. "No, give it to Will! He wants to find the bloody place." He tosses it to me. 

"What's wrong with you two?" Barbosa yells in frustration. 

"The compass doesn't work for them," I state. 

"Seriously!" Y/N huffs. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Barbosa questions. 

"When Jack holds it the arrow points to Y/N," I explain pointing between them. 

"Who told you that!" Jack questions. 

Then, Jack and Y/N both glare at Gibbs. "Gibbs!" They bark in unison. 

The older man holds up his hands in surrender. 

"Well, why can't Y/N do it?" Pintel questions timidly, circling his hands together. 

"Why can't Will just bloody do it and we can move on!" The woman challenges. 

Jack nods. "I'm with her on this one." 

I sigh. "When Y/N holds it, it points toward whatever she wants so bad in New France." 

"But isn't New France North of here?" Ragetti questions. 

"Yes!" The rest of us answer in unison. 

His face scrunches together in confusion. "But uh-" 

Y/N elbows Ragetti in the ribs. "Shut it!" She's quick to change the subject. "Let's go! Will! I'll lead the way, you just act as a checker." 

_______________________________________________

30 minutes later... 

Y/N

As the seven of us continue to march through the thick jungle, Jack appears beside me. "After we're finished in New France. I say you and I pay a visit to Tortuga for old time's sake." 

I laugh. "Ha! Wish to relive our break-up?" 

"Think of it as a celebration of our reunion," he tries to sugarcoat it. 

I roll my eyes, laughing as I move ahead to join Will up front. "In your dreams!" 

Ragetti

I pick up my pace to catch up with Pintel. "I know something you don't know!" 

"What?" He eagerly asks. 

"When Y/N was holding the compass, the arrow was pointing toward her," I whisper. 

His face scrunches together. "Y/N desires herself?" 

"No!" I huff. "Jack was standing next to her!" 

He gasps, putting it all together. "So you mean-" 

"Yes!" 

He grins. "That's kinda sweet actually." 

Y/N

"Now be careful!" I announce to the men, watching my step as we get closer to the mountainside. "The natives made pit traps and other boobytraps-" 

Before I can finish my warning. Jack screams from the back of the group. When I whip my head around, Jack is nowhere to be seen. "For idiots like Jack," I sigh. 

"Does anyone see him?" Will questions, moving his torch around. 

"It's kind of dark!" Gibbs remarks. 

"Thank Jack and Will for that! They refused to wait until morning," I grumble, marching back to where I last saw Jack.  

"Jack!" We all call in a scatter as we search. 

"Captain!" Gibbs shouts. 

We all watch our steps, checking the heavily covered jungle floor and sky for any sign of him. He could be hanging from a tree in a net or in a hole somewhere. If it's deep enough and well covered, it'll be hard to hear him.

"This is ridiculous!" Gibbs huffs. 

"I say we leave him and tell the crew some natives got him," Barbosa suggests.  

"I have an idea," I announce as one pops into my head. "Give me the compass," I ask Will, holding out my head. 

"But how will that help?" He questions with a raised brow. 

I hold the compass in my palm and lift the lid. I watch as the arrow spins. Soon, each of the men are gathered around me in a circle, eager to catch a glimpse. Then, the arrow stops, pointing Southeast. The men break apart, allowing me to follow it. 

"Watch your step," I advise. 

I keep a close eye on the arrow, making sure it doesn't change direction. I'm about to take another step when Will suddenly grabs my arm. I glance ahead and realize there's a massive pit in front of me. Its edges were covered in leaves and brush. 

"Oh, thanks," I exhale deeply. 

"Captain! You down there?" Gibbs shouts down below, holding a torch above the massive pit. 

I kneel down beside the pit and await an answer. 

There's a faint, "Am I dead?" 

I giggle and shout back. "No, you're not dead you idiot!" 

"Pintel! Ragetti! Go fetch a rope from the ship!" Barbosa commands, sending the two off. 

I laugh, relieved that Jack is okay. Based on the distant swooshing sound, the pit is filled with water thankfully, not spikes. This could've been a recovery mission. I sit back on my knees and glance up to find the remaining three men staring at me with knowing grins. 

"What!" I sass, crossing my arms over my chest. 

"Nothing," they all say, breaking apart to roam in different directions. 

I roll my eyes, such nosy people, pirates. 

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The men work together, yanking Jack up from the bottom of the pit. I remained to kneel beside the edge, holding up a torch so we can see Jack when he pops up. 

"Ho!" Barbosa calls out as they tug the robe. "Ho!" 

Soon, Jack appears from within the darkness and I grip his belt, guiding him to safety. The men release the rope and relax, releasing panting breaths. 

"You okay? Captain!" Gibbs questions. 

"Yeah," Jack flips onto his back, catching his breath, "yeah, I should be fine. How did you-" His eyes flicker about until his eyes land on the compass on the ground beside me. 

"Ah, now that's interesting." A cheeky smirk begins to form on his face as he lifts his gaze to meet mine. 

I shove him in the shoulder, frustrated. "I told you to watch where you were going!" He has no idea how worried I was. 

"I was a tad distracted by you, Love," he chuckles. 

My eyes fall shut as I release a sigh of relief. Thank God, he's okay. 

Jack places his hand on my thigh, capturing me by surprise. His dark eyes meet might and I place my hand over his. He flips his over and they interlock in my lap. His eyes soften at the sight. 

Suddenly, there's a series of yells from across the jungle. Each of us tosses our heads to the side and sees small glimmers of light in the distance. Jack flies up beside me from his laid position. 

"Are they with us?" He questions. 

There's the ring of a gunshot and the bullet hits the tree right by Barbosa's head. 

"Don't think so!" Will declares, his voice shaky. 

"Who are they?" I shout. 

"Wait! They're Black Beard's men! I remember one of them. He's the one who took Elizabeth!" Will determines. 

“How did they find the fountain?” Barbosa yells. 

“He knew you’d come and find me!” I comprehend and look over at Jack. “He’s been following us here!” 

Pintel and Ragetti immediately make a run for it. 

“I’m with them, time to go!” Will decides and starts to run back to the ship. 

Jack takes my hand and instantly brings me to my feet. We begin to run too, hand in hand. 

“Cowards!” Barbosa shouts and stands his ground. He whips out his gun and begins to shoot at the mob. “Come and get it you slimy gits! Ha!” He laughs. 

Running utterly blind in the dark jungle, there’s hardly any light other than that that can make it through the tree tops from the moon. We make it through the jungle and see the beach a few yards ahead. Will and the two morons make a bee-line for the ship, when they’re suddenly stopped by a cluster of Blackbeard’s men running from down the beach. Jack pulls me into his side and draws his sword.

 Suddenly, I feel a hand wrap around my wrist and I’m yanked away from Jack. He immediately whips around and his eyes grow wide. My back slams into someone’s chest and I struggle to free myself. More of Blackbeard’s men appear from within the jungle and begin to fight Jack. Two men begin to drag me off and I fling around, trying to break free. 

"Jack!" I scream. “Let me go you bastards!” 

Jack searches for me and when he finally spots me, he screams. "No!" He looks at me pleading and full of guilt. 

As more of Blackbeard’s men appear, we both quickly realize there’s nothing either of us can do. These morons are taking me to their ship, more than likely to see their captain and to be held prisoner. This is yet another reunion I did not request. 

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After sailing out to the Queen Anne's Revenge a couple hundred yards from the island, the nasty men take me aboard and immediately drag me off to the captain’s quarters. They swing open the double doors below top deck and we enter a familiar red velvet decorated office. 

A tall man stands behind the desk with his back to us. "And who do we have here?" A familiar voice purrs. When he spins around, his grin falls to confusion. "Y/N?" 

"I told you! Idiots!" I huff and yank my arms free from his buffoons."Hi, Eddie," I offer a fake smile.

"Eddie?" The pair beside me repeat in unison. 

The captain pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "How many times must I tell you?" 

"You could hand me the Templar Treasure yourself, I won't call you Blackbeard. It's stupid," I laugh, approaching him. 

"Leave us," he commands his minions. Once we’re allow, he moves to stand the other side of his desk. He props himself against it with a grin. "So, you and Jack are back together again..." 

"No way in hell," I snicker, taking a look about his office. He’s changed it in the last five years. "He promised me he knew where the Templar Treasure was, I'm simply completing my half of the deal." 

"Which is?" He inquires. 

I stop my admiring of his decor to meet his gaze. "Showing him to the fountain." 

"You would honestly betray me like that?" He acts offended my placing his hand against his chest. 

"If it guaranteed me the Holy Grail? Yes,” I stand firm. 

"Your loyalties still lie with that treasure? You truly are a pirate at heart,” he smirks. He rises from his position on the desk to pour us chalices of wine. As he approaches me, his eyes travel up and down my entirety. "Dare I say, you look amazing." 

I accept the wine, but roll my eyes at his compliment. "Oh save it.” 

He pouts dramatically. "What happened to the spirited eighteen-year-old I first met?” He reaches up and tucks strands of my hair behind my ear. “You're bitter now." 

I lift my arm and knock his hand away from me. "It's called maturing." 

"Have you matured enough to conclude that I'm the better man than Jack?" He smirks, stepping closer to me. 

I move away from him and toward the book case against the far wall behind his desk. "I think I prefer neither of you,” I answer over my shoulder. 

"One point, if I recall correctly, there was a point where you couldn't choose between us." He narrows his eyes, taking a sip of his wine as he creeps closer to me again. "Do you remember those few months in Bermuda?" 

I shift of my heels, allowing my eyes to fall to the Persian rug beneath them. "It was always going to be him, Eddie..." 

Abruptly, he rushes toward me and pins me against the bookcase. My wine falls out of my hand and stains the rug. "I could've had you if I wanted!" He growls. 

I look him dead in the eyes with a clenched jaw. "You dare threaten me!” 

He laughs mockingly. "What? Going to curse me?" 

I grin. "That used to terrify you if I recall correctly." 

"You're all bark and no bite. I happen to know for a fact, you don't practice dark magic!" He challenges. 

"Just because I don't practice it, doesn't mean I don't know how to use it.”  

There’s a commotion outside and soon the double doors swing open to reveal Jack marching in, gun drawn. While Eddie is distracted I pick up a vase off one of the shelves near me and I knock him over the head with it. The vase shatters into a hundred pieces over his head and the man falls to the ground with a thud at my feet. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I meet Jack’s gaze. His eyes flicker away from the man knocked out on the floor and up to me. 

"I hate that I'm relieved to see you," I pant. 

He runs over to me and takes my hand. "Consequence of loving me." He guides me over to one of the windows and swings it open. “Can you jump?” 

I look at him as though he as three heads. “Can you jump? What kind of dumb question is that?” I mock. Then, I ask him a similar dumb question. “I don’t know Jack, can you swim?” I roll my eyes and climb up onto the windowpane and jump out. 

“Jesus, Mary, and the bloody camel sorry for asking!” I hear him grumble under his breath as climbs out the window and jumps in after me. 

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Jack

We’re not sure how we’ll get Elizabeth back, but we will. Though, I suspect that he was never after the fountain. No, what he truly wanted was Y/N and the fountain was just a cover-up. I brought her right to him. For now, we just need to create some distance between us so we can form a plan. 

Y/N climbs the ladder above me and Gibbs helps her on board. She offers him a thank you and brushes herself down. The crew is well into their tasks, getting us far from this island as soon as possible. 

“Glad to see you’re safe, Miss,” Gibbs greets. 

“Did everyone make it back okay?” She questions as I climb aboard. 

“Yes, even I,” Barbosa announces with a proud grin. “Not with the help of you lot,” he adds. 

“Don’t exactly have a death wish,” she giggles. 

“There’s a change of clothes for you in the Captain’s office,” Gibbs informs her. 

She offers him thanks and begins toward my quarters. Barbosa and Gibbs break apart to return to their positions. 

“You! Hold it!” I call out. 

The two men glance in my direction, wondering who I’m speaking to. They follow my gaze to Y/N. 

She whips her head around, her gorgeous, long, wavy, Y/H/C flowing in the breeze. She crosses her arms over chest. “Excuse me?” She scoffs with a grin forming on her lips. 

I narrow my gaze at her. “I have one question.” 

Barbosa and Gibbs watch the interaction, their heads tilting back and forth between us with each exchange. The crew too watches as they attempt to multitask with their duties. Her eyes remain on the deck panels and anywhere else but me. 

“Did you know the compass would lead you to me?” I ask. 

There’s a pause and I can tell she’s reluctant to answer despite the amused expression she wears. Then, her eyes rise to meet mine with a sigh. “Yes... maybe...” 

I smirk, approaching her slowly. “Oh see now that’s interesting, don’t you think?” 

“What? Just going to gloat about the ship now?” She rolls her eyes, directing her focus in the distance away from me. 

I bring my hands up to her cup her face and make her meet my gaze. To my surprise and pleasure, she doesn’t move from her spot or shove me away. Instead, brings her fingers to hook through the loops of belt. 

“You stay with me from now on. No more hiding out.” I smirk. “That’s an order,” I tease quietly between us. 

“Whatever you say...” Her eyes fall to my lips and then flicker back to my eyes. She grins. “Captain.” 

One my hands slips behind her head to her neck and I bring my lips to meet hers in a needy kiss. Her arms fling over my shoulders, deepening the kiss. 

“Now they’re going to be insufferable!” I hear Barbosa grumble to Gibbs as he stomps off. 

Five years of searching for her, waiting for, wondering if I’ll ever see her again. What happened between us all those years ago is one of my greatest regrets if not the biggest. Our relationship has never been easy, in fact it’s exceedingly complicated and one giant headache. We haven’t stopped arguing since the moment we met and rarely agree on anything. Yet, we love as we do argue with each other, passionately and with everything we have. Now that I have Y/N back and I know she loves me in return, I’m never letting her go. God help me if I let Blackbeard anywhere near her. 

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