#so all she can do to amuse herself is focus her efforts on the other cop there as a little hobby. probably helps that pat is young & pretty

[dungeonmechoui]

Unprofessional yuri save me.. save me unprofessional yuri.. (image description in alt text)

#cithadol #cithis #pattadol #before anyone starts clowning the prison warden is Not a teen! seems to be the fanon for some people but respectfully i Strongly Disagree #anyway back to business - anyone else started shipping them after the modern AU company meal outing comic that kui posted some time ago ? #this ship is even funnier the longer i think about it because Pattadol is not even Cithis' warden ! thats mithrun ! #i could see cithis wanting to do her 'seduce my warden' strategy twice (see her lore page) but then she gets mister depression man #so all she can do to amuse herself is focus her efforts on the other cop there as a little hobby. probably helps that pat is young & pretty #but also deeply annoying so finding ways to make her shut up and stop nagging the crew is a motivating endeavor #okay ill shut up now #dungeon meshi #just cooking my stew (art tag)

[possibilistfanfiction]

nightmare for the one word prompts

[a little sad but mostly very silly, butch bea universe]

//

'i really don't have to go today,' beatrice says, kissing your forehead before settling down next to you on the couch. you know she means it: beatrice means everything she says, first of all, and you have grown — despite your brain's best efforts to steer you otherwise — to trust her when she offers care. you take her in: her fresh haircut that she gets done every month now, usually neatly parted on the top, messy from sleep; her tender wrists; the soft skin of her thighs; the soft sweater you bought her last christmas, sleeves pulled down over her hands, which are always cold.

you sigh. you had had nightmares — more than one, which is rare this many years later, after the worst of it — and woken up with scars that you don't think about too often, or at least with too much pain or sorrow anymore, aching all over your body. your legs had been pins and needles — worse, you've discovered, than feeling nothing some days — and your spine had ached, the halo feeling your sorrow, sharing in it. beatrice had skipped her typical surf session this morning, partially because she'd woken up with you both times last night, and partially because she's worried. she doesn't try to hide it anymore, her concern written all over her gentle face, in her sweet eyes, her soft hands. you find it nestled along all the small things she did for you in the past two hours: bringing you pain meds along with an easy breakfast of scrambled eggs and your favorite rosemary sourdough toast, doing a few snuffles with korra's morning unkibble so she's calm and ready to work today for whatever you need, helping you, after your glum nod, transfer from bed to your chair. you twist the wedding band around on your finger, focus on the few freckles that sit on the tops of her hands because of her time in the sun. your life is real, you remind yourself. your time on the other side, every endless day you spent in hell, was worth it for this, for beatrice quietly and patiently sitting next to you, soft and always becoming more herself; for your family visiting at the end of the week, camila begging to go to universal studios, lilith grumbling but giving in; for the respect people owe you now, and ready give; for your dog and your bar and the edibles you share with beatrice some nights, easy with laughter, and the farofa you feel confident in making for dinner when your friends come over, a warm offering.

'no,' you decide on, firmly, and you know beatrice will trust you. 'we should go. it'll be fun.'

'it will be fun,' she says, the same gleam in her eye you remember from years ago when she was ready to "maim or kill" (lilith's words) anyone who was in the way of her and the mission, especially once you became involved.

'you remember this is, like, your weekly tennis match for fun, right?'

'of course, ava.'

the way she cracks her knuckles tells you that the for fun is lost on her for the most part. it's endlessly amusing to you, though, and quite harmless — although maybe not to her opponent's pride — so you don't bother to argue any further. 'okay, well, i think angela and ruth wanted to have lunch anyway today after their jazzercise class, so we can watch you play.'

'no catcalling.'

you pout. 'you're my wife.'

'not from you, not from ruth or angela.'

'they're old, bea. let them have some fun.'

'at my expense? no thank you. i need to focus while i compete.'

she's already sitting up straighter, eyes lively. she's playing david today, you think, if you remember the club's "adult intermediate to advanced tennis league" rotation correctly. he's a decent player, and their head to head record is relatively even. he's also a bit of an asshole, and a venture capitalist, so it stands to reason beatrice despises him.

'fine.' you squeeze her hand. 'but can you change your shirt between sets?'

'ava.'

'gratuitously towel off or something at least.'

'ava.'

'whatever,' you say. 'i'm wearing a bikini. at least ruth and angela will appreciate it.'

'oh, i'll appreciate it,' she says, and then laughs softly and leans over to kiss you.

/

everything about beatrice, you decided years ago, is endearing. can she kill a man in, like, one second using just her hand? yes, sure, but you've seen her very skillfully practice her forms every morning for years, barring injury, and frown when anything is off, even by a breath. most people find her precision in all things kind of terrifying, but you've learned that some of it is a trauma response — from her childhood, from being a soldier, from losing you — and some of it is really just how she is. her books sorted exactly how she wants them — by genre, subgenre, and then author's last name — on the bookshelf; the meticulously labeled spices in your pantry, always in both their language of origin and english; her surfboards waxed perfectly and neatly stored in the small shed in your yard. everything about her precision is endearing because you understand her and you love her, and maybe the most endearing, or at least you think some days, is the way she treats rec league club tennis.

no matter how many times you've jokingly reminded her that your club isn't wimbeldon, she likes to wear all white little outfits; men's shorts and, your favorite, a neat polo. in the summer, she favors tanks, which you are not complaining about. she has three racquets and a very impressive bag like all the pros carry onto the court, special towels, pristine sneakers, and, when you're most amused, a wristband she very sincerely wipes her sweaty forehead on. since you'd met she'd loved watching tennis, and she'd taught you — as patiently as she has always taught you anything — the rules, her favorite players (not that it was, like, hard to think serena williams was the best athlete ever), common terms to know. you'd gone out with her a few times to the courts and she'd shown you proper form; you'd found out, eventually from her, that her dream as a little kid was to be a tennis pro, which was so charming and a little unexpected. you had thought she would've wanted to be some kind of scientist, maybe a really good lawyer, but her brother had dug out some pictures of little beatrice in her tennis getup, her expression so, so serious for a nine year old, and you'd fallen in love all over again.

she listens to her "pump-up music" — a lot of pop, surprisingly — as she drives you both to the club, focused already in her tennis outfit, complete with a quarterzip warmup top and everything. you're endlessly amused by her, in a way that most people are too intimidated to be, and you think it's good for her, to feel human, to not be taken so seriously when she should get to just enjoy things. your pain meds are helping by the time you get to the club, the pins and needles down your legs leveling out, the halo shaking off some of its deep sorrow, the memories of torture and abject aloneness that sometimes show up in your dreams. today is bright and sunny, the bluest sky, and your friends wave to you once you get out to the tables near the tennis courts. beatrice says a quick hello and then bustles off to start her very precise warm up routine, and you all wait until she's out of earshot to share a fond laugh.

'david today?'

'i swear she was rewatching coco and iga's last match yesterday to prepare.'

ruth pats your hand and angela orders a charcuterie for the table, gets prosecco for ruth and herself and — they both know you well enough by now that your chair usually means you've had to take medication, which you don't mix with alcohol — a cranberry soda for you, your favorite.

david shows up a few minutes later as you're gossiping, angela gasping at ruth's latest escapades with her new boyfriend while you laugh delightedly. he's the kind of muscular dude that likes to run along the beach shirtless because he thinks it's impressive but really it just looks ridiculous, the kind of dude that would give unwanted pointers in the gym. you don't have a disdain for him like beatrice does, because he's never done anything abhorrent to you personally, but when you see her steely gaze as he goes to his bench on the court, you get it. and, also, it's hot, so, like, you shoot a quick thanks to david and his douchey backwards cap for that.

/

things go just about as you'd expected: beatrice plays with the amount of passion you'd see in a wimbeldon final, and angela and ruth relentlessly whistle and cheer and boo. the charcuterie has a new truffle havarti you're all in love with, and the bottle of prosecco gets split happily while you watch. it's a fairly even match — david hits harder than beatrice but is slower and definitely stupider — and she wins the first set 6 games to 4. she gets mad at him for serving too slowly, and they briefly have an argument over whether or not one of his backhands was in. it's all deeply ridiculous for an afternoon at in an amateur club league, but beatrice and her overhand serves get you every single time.

she's down a break in the second set when she hits a drop shot that has david falling over his own feet, and you know it's over then. the second bea realizes someone is truly out of sorts, in any scenario, she's already won.

they shake hands after the match is over, beatrice taking the second set much quicker than the first, and then she makes her way over to your table and sits, very satisfied, in the chair next to you, a towel around her neck.

'my champion,' you say, and she rolls her eyes, accepting the congratulatory beer angela had already ordered for her as the last game was winding down with a thankful nod.

'great match, beatrice,' ruth says, half-sincere, half-teasing, but beatrice smiles anyway. sometimes, things are not good; sometimes, on the worst days, even now, even still, even with all this love, you still remember what it was like to suffer alone — without feeling, with too much feeling — for so much of your life. but beatrice slips into her quarterzip next to you and you smell sweat and laundry detergent and the pomade she puts in her hair, you feel the sun warming along your back and you hear the small group of children starting their lesson, laughing brightly. beatrice holds your hand and you'll nap later; you'll order takeout from your favorite thai place and watch the sunset on your patio; you'll fall asleep in her arms. you'll wake up and do it all over again — the loneliness, the pain, the longing — just for this.

#wn #wn fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #butch bea 🥺🫡 #this is mostly bc a) i’ve been meaning to write this for like six months lmao it’s so funny #b) i’ve been watching the us open go coco obviously #c) whew ava deserves a silly happy life!!!! thinking abt him always #also d) bea when faced w normal competitive scenarios would be so insane #just absolutely batshit crazy i love her

[piscesnspices]

ᴘᴀsᴛʀʏ sʜᴏᴘ

🎧 Bᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ Sɴᴏᴡ Lᴀᴜғᴇʏ & Nᴏʀᴀʜ Jᴏɴᴇs ↻ ◁ ɪɪ ▷ ↺

.・。.・゜✭・.

A gust of cold air whistled through the opening of the door, louder than the bell hung at the top of the door. With an abrupt shiver running up and down a young baker's spine, she broke concentration from the cookies she was icing.

"Hello?"

Scrunched brows, those of the baker, approached the front counter.

"I'm sorry sir, but we're closed."

A young man who carried a frantic look on his face, proceeded in long strides and hands stretched out meeting the bakers.

"Please, I need a cake. My idiot friend dropped one in the pool."

An amused scoff escaped from her lips, slipping her hands out of the strangers. Despite his desperate efforts, the thought of a cake being dropped into the pool in the midst of December seemed difficult to get past.

"A pool? How do you-"

"He's an idiot," He quickly responded, shaking his head annoyed, allowing a few loose strands to fall from his once perfectly gelled hair. It's given her the idea that he might've ran all this way for a rebound cake. Also taking into consideration the heavy pants and sweat bead beginning to form at the temples of his head.

"Do you think you could make me another one?"

The baker peeked at the clock past his shoulder, noticing the late hour. There's no doubt that every shop had been closed off by now. She was this stranger's last hope, creating a weight pressing onto her shoulders. "Okay."

His eyes lit up and the relief had taken over him, pulling the bakery for a hug over the counter.

"Sir?" Her voice cracks, stiff as a board, awkwardly patting the back of the stranger who had her in his arms.

"Sorry." He quickly pulled away, scratching a non-existent itch at the back of his neck.

There was a pause as she tried to hold back a smile at his shy demeanor.

"You can come around back." She gestured for him to follow. "No one's here."

The young man had followed, nose in the air, taking in the scent of freshly baked pastries. The warmth of goodies in the oven around them wrapped him cozily, in contrast to the winter wonderland outside.

Tightening and flattening out the apron around her waist she moved fluidly around the kitchen, setting aside a batch of cookies, clearing the area before taking on her new task.

"What kind of cake would you like?" She asked, dusting her hands off.

"Do you think you can make a white chocolate cake layered with strawberry filling?"

She stops in her path to look over at him with widened eyes, "No actually...I'm afraid I haven't mastered that yet,"

His mouth is agape with worrisome eyes, trying to muster up something to say without any actual words spilling out his mouth. That is, until the baker drops the act at his genuine reaction.

"Kidding." She chuckled softly.

He scoffs, and his eyes falling into crescents as he smiles. The ice had been melted away with the warmth in their smiles.

The stranger silently watched her work intently. Never losing sight of her actions and attention to detail. In wonderment of what exactly goes on in her mind while she works with such focus.

"I'm Isaac, by the way."

"Isaac, I'm Andie." She introduced herself, looking back at him.

He'd already been smiling, though the eye contact between each other had caught him off guard. The corners of his lips spread wider, and he'd caught a better glimpse of her up close, noticing her honey skin decorated in specs of rogue chocolate splatters, and a stubborn hair on her cheek that he'd have the sudden urge to brush away, allowing him to fully admire. Of course, he refrains.

"So Isaac, how did your idiot friend drop your cake in the pool?"

Andie continuously uses his name, allowing it to dance and roll of her tongue the way it does. And she liked it.

Isaac releases a breathy laugh, shaking his head away as the memory replays in his mind.

"That man," He sighs, yet the smile doesn't fail at the thought of this cherished friend.

"We're hosting Christmas on the rooftop this year, and he'd thought it was a good idea to make one trip, with both the cake and a tray of biscuits on his arms. Unfortunately, because the cake was too heavy, he dropped the cake into the pool as he made way for outside."

Nabi snickered, eyes cheerful while her hands work on the batter. All the while, imagining what kind of life this guy must've lived for his rooftop to have a pool. Now thinking about it, he did have that city boy look.

It was sort of boy meets Breakfast at Tiffany's, only he was a male Holly Golightly, dressed in classic black attire with a designer coat that suited him fancy with his tall, lean figure and even proportions. And you can't forget the polished shoes, a blinding watch on his wrist and glittering rings adorning his slim fingers. Perhaps a businessman?

"Why are you working so late on Christmas?" He asked, growing intrigued by the young baker who unintentionally poked his brain for answers.

"Believe it or not, the mornings after Christmas Day are always the busiest." Andie answers with a familiar sting in her heart. "I've got to make sure we have enough pastries prepared."

Isaac's eyes softened at the way her smile lost its glow. It was best to leave it at that, and so he does while taking a glance around the kitchen til' his eyes fall on a batch of holiday cookies.

She's just about ready to fill a tin with a batter, before Isaac stops her, taking her by the wrist gently.

"Wait-"

"Do you think you could add a pattern? Like, when you cut into it, you'd see stripes like a candy cane."

"I could, but it would take a little while longer." She replied, but with instant realization she adds on, "Not that I don't want to. make it that way for you... I just assumed you were in a rush."

Isaac smiles, letting go of her wrist.

"I'm not in a rush. I would actually like to help."

Her skin tingles where his hand had previously wrapped around her wrist.

"Sure. You can help."

His brows shoot up as he fixed his posture.

"Don't worry, you won't ruin it." Andie reassures.

"I'm not too sure about that. My mom doesn't call me clumsy for nothing."

She laughs, but the look on his face says that he was being serious. Nonetheless, he was more than happy to help. His heart did somersaults and stomach was home to hundreds of butterflies.

Having washed his hands and wrap an apron around his waist, he stood by Andie's side curiously.

"Is it okay if-" her fingers pointed at his hands.

The confusion in his eyes was quickly wiped away when he realized what she had been shyly asking.

"Yeah," He nodded, eyes studying the details of her smaller hands.

Andie's hands gently held his, and his breath was caught in his through when he felt the warmth. She guided him through the proper filling making process, explaining the procedure in great detail, though her grew distracted by the thumping in his heart and the fire on his skin where she touched him.

"Isaac?" Blinking away his thoughts, he'd realize her hands were no longer holding his. Isaac looked down at his own hands and still felt the sensation as if the feeling was tattooed onto his skin.

"You think you can do it?"

"Sorry?" He replied as he had not paid attention to a single word said.

"It's okay, I can do it. You can help yourself to some cookies instead."

"No, I can do it." He smiled with determination, "But, do you mind showing me one last time?"

She nods, going over the instructions thoroughly without the physical action of explaining.

"I mean- do you mind holding my.."

"...Sure" She laughed softly

Andie held his hands once again, sparking up the same bubbly feeling at each other's core. She paused, studying his hands before looking up and finding him already staring back at her.

Isaac's eyes glimmered and her heart raced at the simplicity of it all. Though, there was nothing simple about the way both hearts race for each other.

ᴍᴏsᴀɪᴄ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ

#asmr #sakuverse #isaacrhodes #zsakuva #wholelotoffluff #au

[e-wills-afterhours]

Pretentious Coffee, Chapter 1

A/N: Yes, my friends. Behold! The return off my wildly popular Hiccstrid coffee shop/college modern AU. I am working on chapter 7 of Vetrnaetr as we speak. Since writing that take quite a bit of time and effort, I thought I would edit and post this oldie (but still a goody?) in the meantime. The fic also takes place around the Christmas season, so, well...why the hell not, amirite???

I also once saw someone say the characters' names should reflect modern names in a modern au. But...I don't care. You know who I'm writing about, and changing the names is cumbersome, so I've dropped the pretense. *jazz hands*

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Hiccstrid

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Astrid’s head ached from the aftereffects of the previous night’s party. Between the deafening music, the pervasive smell of marijuana, beer, and vomit, and the morning’s brutal hangover, she vowed never to accompany her roommate to another “small get together” again. Ruffnut couldn’t be trusted. Astrid was unsure the other woman understood the concept of responsible, well-mannered entertainment. Like her twin brother, Ruffnut lived for the extreme, and Astrid had been their collateral damage more than once.

Hence her current state.

It was almost noon and she was standing in line for overpriced coffee in a tiny corner shop she never visited. It was cramped, but quiet; unlike the student café on campus.

Astrid was not one for caffeine, but she needed a pick-me-up to salvage the remainder of her weekend for studying. Unfortunately, her midterm exams would not pass themselves.

“Next,” the barista droned.

Astrid glanced up, scanning overhead chalkboard menu framed by poorly drawn snowflakes—to complement the abysmal weather outside, she supposed. Her eyes darted around, but settled on nothing in particular.

There were ten different kind of specialty coffees, an assortment of seasonal hot drinks, traditional coffee brews, and another half of the menu dedicated to blended concoctions.

Inexperienced in the ways of coffees and lattes, Astrid found it all a bit overwhelming.

“You know, this would be a whole lot easier on the both of us if you had—I don’t know…bothered to glance at the menu when you were waiting in line, nothing to do.”

Astrid blinked, staring at the barista who was leaning on the counter, propped up by his elbows. He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she was taken aback, torn between gaping at his rudeness and scowling back. She imagined her face did some odd sort of spasm between the two while she fumbled a response. 

“I’ve never been in here before!” she blurted in her defense.

“Neither has that guy, but he ordered in two seconds,” the barista sighed, nodding toward the gentleman waiting for his drink in the pick-up area. “Blissfully uncomplicated.”

Astrid folded her arms, feeling herself bristle under the layers of winter clothing. “I don’t drink coffee.”

He laughed, straightening up. His name badge caught the light and her gaze flickered down to read HICCUP.

“Yet…you’re in a coffee shop?” he asked, his otherwise bored tone punctuated with burgeoning amusement.

Astrid rolled her eyes, dropping her arms to the side. “I didn’t mean I never—“ She stopped abruptly, feeling her temper rise at the gap-tooth smirk across the counter. She tore off her gloves and stuffed them in her purse for something else to focus on. “Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything, huh?” she sassed back.

“And this is the place you chose. Lucky me.”

She glared at him, leaning in. “Working real hard for that tip, aren’t you?”

He genuinely grinned. “The whole twenty-five cents you weren’t going to pay me to begin with? I’m devastated.”

Astrid’s headache was getting worse she knew who to blame. She huffed, rubbing her forehead. Her eyes were scrunched closed, half with pain, and half with exasperation. If she wasn’t already miserable from excessive drinking, “Hiccup” would have made her so.

“Look,” she hissed. “I’ll take the…gingerbread latte, small. Can you put an extra shot of espresso in that?”  She shook her head as he opened his mouth to answer, disinterested in whatever snarky remark he had to share. “Oh, never mind. Just do it—and if it’s one of those girly coffees with whipped cream, you can just leave that off.”

Hiccup uncapped a sharpie and started scribbling on the side of an empty cup. “Extra-pretentious coffee with a generous dusting of privilege…”

“What?” she barked, wringing the strap of her purse like it was his neck.

If only.

Hiccup’s expression was neutral.

“A small gingerbread latte with an extra shot, hold the whipped cream. Why? What did you hear?” He passed the empty cup to the other barista working the espresso machine. “That’ll be three-fifty.”

Astrid rummaged around for her wallet, pulling out a crinkled five dollar bill and shoving it into his hand rather forcefully. He made change, and there was something about his even visage that was as infuriating as his snarky quips. Without a single word, Astrid still felt like he was making a mockery of things—his job; the coffee he served; her.

She tucked the change away, fingers cramming it down bitterly, all save for one quarter to hold over the tip jar. When Hiccup’s eyebrows arched in surprise, she withdrew it in spite. He just laughed, much to her increasing annoyance.

Apparently, along with his lack of professionalism, he did not have the capacity to take things seriously—but it wasn’t Astrid’s problem that he didn’t want to be tipped. For some reason, it bothered her all the same.

Hiccup splayed a hand over his chest, ruefully eyeing the quarter. “You’re breaking my heart.”

She scoffed and marched toward the back of the shop near the coffee pick-up. There was a small table by the window where she could watch the cathartic dance of the snowfall outside. It was something to gaze at with unfocused eyes as she ran through her flash cards for political science.

Of her upcoming exams, she feared that one the least, deciding it was the best content to review until her brain began firing on all cylinders again.

She shrugged off her jacket and her scarf, draping them over the back of the chair. She had been feeling heated, thinking it was her interaction with a certain intolerable barista, but as she sat down, she noticed just how warm the shop really was. With less layers, it was actually pleasant, and she pulled out ring of flash cards from her purse.

Not more than four cards in, her latte was delivered by a tall, gangling figure—fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how one looked at it—and her mood soured, until she saw the water bottle set down alongside her drink.

“For the hangover,” Hiccup explained, no attitude to spare. “Works better than espresso, anyway.”

Astrid stared up at him, puzzled.

It was in the daylight filtering through the window that she finally saw him properly, and that face, so unassuming and unimpressed by everything around him, rang a bell. Something about those eyes and that irritating carelessness lit a match in her memory—but it was only a tiny flame, incapable of illuminating the bigger picture. She did not know when or where, but she was sure she had seen him before. It was dim inside that little coffee shop, but closer to the window, Hiccup had eyes that were not easily forgotten.

He quirked his brow again and only then did she realize she had been staring.

“What makes you think I have a hangover?” she asked, wishing she had not noticed the familiarity in his tone.

Too suddenly, she was noticing other things—his jawline and stubble, and the flattering fit of his black work slacks. Objectively, he was easy on the eyes, and it was a great cosmic injustice that he did not have the corresponding personality.

“Maybe it’s the fact you’re in here studying in the middle of a Saturday, trudging through crappy weather, spending too much on coffee you never drink, and squinting excessively?” he replied. “Or maybe it’s just a barista’s intuition?”

Astrid snorted, but reached for the water. Her throat was becoming drier the longer he stood there.

“Your intuition is shit because I’m not squinting. I’m glaring, and you’re the reason.”

Hiccup rubbed the back of his neck, smirking. “Okay, Ms. Not-hungover. Consider it a midterm special—coffee and water.”

“And what do I owe you for this ‘midterm special?’”

With a straight face, he answered, “A quarter would suffice.”

Astrid sneered, reaching for her purse. “You’re such an idiot.”

She produced the quarter, holding out to him with a flat stare.

“Maybe I am, but I’m not the one hungover the weekend before midterms—ah! Excuse me. Not-hungover,” he said, walking away with his hands up.

“Jackass,” she muttered, raising her latte to her lips. She yelped and nearly dropped the cup, fanning herself furiously as the drink scalded her.

“Beginner’s tip: Coffee is usually hot,” Hiccup called from behind the counter.

Astrid continued to glare at him, even after he had looked away. She still held him in her sights, even after her expression softened a bit.

#hiccstrid #hiccstrid fic #httyd modern au #hiccstrid modern au #pretentious coffee AU

[avalanchesumich]

mastermind!au

you and i ended up in the same room at the same time.

september 7

cameron makar was studying in the library after her last class, as she always had since the first day of classes. her roommate and longtime best friend, valerie, had an online class, and she didn’t want to intrude. she was so engrossed into her psychology textbook that she didn’t realize someone approaching her. when a finger lightly tapped her shoulder, she flinched and quietly gasped, looking up at the person who intruded her peace.

it was a boy that looked oddly familiar to her, she just couldn’t place it. “sorry,” he whispered, a sheepish smile crossing his face. “didn’t mean to scare you.”

“all good,” cameron shook her head, her heartbeat slowing back to its normal rhythm. she raised her eyebrows, “what’s up?”

“uh, do you mind if we share a table?” he pointed to the seat across from her. “every other seat is taken and i really need to get this assignment done.”

“oh, sure,” cameron nodded. she moved her bag off the table and onto the floor and watched as he sat down for a moment, still thinking of where she’s seen the boy. she forced herself to decide that she’s just seen him around campus, allowing her to focus on her schoolwork, undistracted.

the boy, however, did not have the same luck; he was as distracted as ever. every time he had typed out a full sentence on his assignment, he would sneak a glance at the girl. his eyes widened when she finally caught him. he immediately looked back at his computer, ignoring how his cheeks heated up with embarrassment. trying to cover his tracks, he quietly cleared his throat. “do you have a pen?” cameron raised her eyebrows, amused by the poor effort, but nodded and gave him one. “thanks..”

“cameron. you’re welcome..” she whispered, awaiting his response.

“gabe.”

gabe grabbed a random notebook from his bag and scribbled random words on the paper, repeated her name over in his head. he was so distracted he hadn’t realized that his words had soon become squiggly lines, but cameron noticed.

she shook her head as a notification popped up in the bottom of her computer screen. valerie was asking to meet at the dining hall.

cameron replied with a quick yes, finished up the last bit of the assignment she was working on and started to pack her things. gabe’s eyes widened as he realized she was leaving before he could say something to her— something that wouldn’t make him look like an idiot.

“oh, uh, here,” he lifted her pen towards her. “thanks.”

“you can keep it,” cameron shook her head, sending the boy a teasing smile. “i think you might need it for when you decide to actually take notes,” she gestured towards his doodles.

“yeah,” gabe nodded to himself, watching as she walked away. “cameron,” he whispered.

gabe up and left at that moment too, deciding he would go search social media for a certain someone in a more private area.

#mastermind!au #gabe perreault #gabe perreault x makar!sister

[ratgingi]

ALL THE JACK DLC DATEABLES HAVE REFS NOW ..... plus juniper bc shes the major nondateable frm margos route :-]

margo libra | she/her + bisexual, will date you regardless of head choice

margo is someone you can approach and talk to in uptown. when asking if you can talk to her she will say you have 30 seconds to talk before she walks away (which in game play would translate to being able to chose between 5 question options, and after 3 have been picked she will end the interaction and cannot be approached again). when asking her to take you to the funfair and explaining your reasoning behind why, she becomes amused and agrees to pay you in.

she is intentionally emotionally distant to pretty much everyone, as she struggles with a sort of inescapable boredom. she cannot keep herself interested in hobbies, jobs, people, etc, and as such often opts out of growing close to people in an effort to not go through the emotional damage that growing bored of a person brings for both parties involved. its a little hard to explain as she does hold affection for people she knows and distancing herself is a painful thing but she feels its whats best for both her and the other person

shes pretty well liked by those who know her, as shes a very level headed and reliable person, and gets along well with a lot of different kinds of people if/when she needs to.

she moved to dialtown with her mother, adelaide, when she was in her late teens (shes mid 20s during the events of the game). this was because when she came out as a trans woman to her father he threatened to kick her out and instead addy kinda just went alright. and grabbed her daughter and dipped

she has a habit of bouncing around between jobs, and during the in-game events she works as a tattoo artist

the compass she wears was a gift from her late grandfather on her dads side who she was very close to, on the back it has the words "may you always find your way" etched into it

her route is about helping her figure out ways to fall in love with the mundane. helping her sort of relearn how to see the world as a place full of wonders even if some of them are small or seem overall insignificant.

juniper evans | she/her, nondateable

juniper is an 18 year old who ran away from a neglectful home at the age of 16 with nothing but her bag, her skateboard, and an electric guitar, eventually winding up in dialtown. currently she lives in the apartments and works at a nearby fast food place

she self describes as a brat, and is known for being very aggressive and stand-offish. she gets a bit softer once she properly warms up to a person but its kind of a matter of tolerating her until that point which is rather difficult for most

shes very attached to margo and thinks of her as the 'coolest person in dialtown', often going out of her way to try and impress her but usually just getting one of both of them into trouble.

when the player shows up and margo takes an immediate liking to them, she feels she's being pushed aside. this results in her approaching the player and offering 'advice', saying shes known margo longer and would know what she likes, her actual intentions being to make you insufferable for margo. you can choose to follow her advice and doing so will shift the routes focus away from margo and toward her as she is now 'coaching' the player. the advice gets increasingly worse and ultimately ends with margo becoming fed up with the both of you causing problems and cutting both of you off

if you choose to decline her offer the route remains focused on margo and helping her through her issues, with juniper occasionally popping up and trying to sabotage the relationship in different ways by making you embarrass yourself in front of margo (which fails every time as said woman just finds you being cringe fail endearing). this line of the route ends with a final confrontation between the player and juniper, where you step out of a date with margo for a moment to confront the dejected girl and ask her what her deal is. she explains herself and does end up apologizing, and the final bit of dialogue exchange includes margo stepping in and letting the both of you know shed been listening, and agreeing to talk over things with juniper in private later and assures her she isnt mad

juniper is technically the cause of Two bad ends, as she causes the one mentioned above and also is what causes jacksons shit yourself and die end

ok congrats for reading all of that. have a bonus doodle of juniper with her other friend ashton

#dialtown #dialtown oc #jack dlc #hobos creations #gay phones #MARGO MY WIFE FINALLY EXISTS ............... massive win #hopefully this makes. Sense i am barely here rn #dlc wiki

[let-it-show]

Distracted

Filth! Sexytimes! Descriptions of fingers doing things! If you don’t want to read that then stop here! Do not pass go and do not collect 200 sexy dollars! Really aging myself with a Monopoly reference, ouch... ANYWAY, a friend sort of...inspired this with a link to two cats “chatting” with each other before someone started licking grooming the other and this is where dirty minds go. It’s bedtime for Elsa and Anna! ~~~*~~~*~~~

"Wait wait wait! I'm not done reading that page yet!"

"This is probably not the best way to read a book..."

"It totally is!" Anna giggled in Elsa's ear and squeezed her gently. Her arms wrapped around her older sister's naked torso as she sat behind her on their luxurious bed. Anna had wrapped herself in a towel to protect against the slight evening chill in the castle, something Elsa certainly didn't have to worry about. Behind her were stacked pillows to support her back and the way Elsa leaned back against her while sitting between her legs.

Elsa sighed but smiled. She didn't really want to complain anyway. Simply put, she was right where she wanted to be, soaking up all the moments possible with Anna as she constantly wanted to do in recent times. It was night time after all, what else was there to do?

Anna, and Olaf, would make it known there were still advenures to be had. Elsa didn't really disagree, but in the moment she was in a perfect place.

"It's not. Just keep reading, please, at this rate we will never finish." She played like she was cross, fully aware Anna wouldn't buy it for a second.

"We're not in some kind of book reading race," Anna pointed out, her chin resting on Elsa's shoulder after nosing some of her damp hair out of the way.

"No...but I really would like to know what happens." It was an interesting book, truthfully.

"You'll find out!" Anna scoffed. "It might take a while, but you'll find out."

Elsa rolled her eyes in amusement. "Anna, finish the page, please. It is getting late. The candles are getting a bit low."

"Okayokay. I finished the page while you were complaining!"

Of course she did. Elsa turned the page to find it had a large illustration on the opposite side depicting a woman looking at herself in the mirror. The reflection in the mirror looked like something Elsa could only possibly describe as a troll with a comically large hat. There was text on the page following that, so she directed her eyes and tried to get back into the story.

"Wow. Must be something wrong with that mirror. Can you imagine if you looked in a mirror and you saw a snowgie staring back? How weird would that be? Unless it was just the mirror frame and a snowgie sitting in it to prank you-"

"Anna!" Elsa set the book down.

"What?" Anna asked, sounding surprised.

"I can't read with you going off on a tangent! It's very distracting!" Elsa pointed out. She was getting slightly annoyed despite herself. It would disperse quickly, though.

"Distracting!? You wanna talk about distracting?" Anna shot back.

"What?" Elsa asked, tilting her head back in an effort to look at her sister.

"Ya do happen to be naked."

"So? I sleep like this every night." That was mostly true. Ever since she and Anna had gotten intimate, Elsa found clothing in the bed an annoyance, whether they were her own or not.

"I know. Believe me I know!" Anna loosened her grip on Elsa only so she could instead grab her breasts, fingers circling Elsa's nipples. "I end up buried in these things every morning!"

Elsa's breath caught just slightly at the touch. "Ah- you love that though!"

"Sure, I do, I really do." Anna pinched one hardened pink nipple suddenly and Elsa squeaked. "Haha, cute. But my point is...haha, point," she said, pinching again.

"Anna, are you trying to blame me being naked for you not being able to read?" Elsa asked flatly and tried not to focus on the way those fingers rubbed.

"Erm, a little bit. I had to use a towel 'cause it's chilly tonight, but you're all...you know. It's not easy to focus! And everything is just so...here." Anna decided to punctuate that by kissing Elsa's neck and then nipping at it. "And here," she added, kissing her shoulder next as one of her hands dropped to Elsa's belly.

They clearly weren't going to read anymore. Elsa couldn't even try to fight it. Anna could turn her on doing very little, and when she returned to Elsa's neck and sucked, pleasure shot straight to Elsa's crotch.

However, she stopped Anna's hand, wanting some sliver of control. "Yes, yes Anna. I get it, you can't help yourself." She tried to sound irritable but was sure it failed.

"Nope, I sure can't!" Anna blurted out and raised her free hand to run up Elsa's chest, up her neck, and gripping her chin. She turned her head just enough that she could kiss Elsa's lips, her tongue sliding along them in a tease before pulling back.

Without meaning to, Elsa released her grip on Anna. Immediately Anna took advantage and dropped her hand between Elsa's thighs. Then she kissed Elsa again and Elsa parted her lips for her along with her legs. Anna's fingers immediately explored and Elsa was wet alarmingly fast.

Too fast, in fact.

She broke the kiss.

"Wait, you think you're just going to have your way with me because you couldn't focus on the book?" Elsa asked, leaning forward and away from those soft lips.

Anna's grasp on Elsa's chin dropped. "It's just...well, yea," she admitted.

"Because you're turned on, you're going to get me going so you can get me between your legs, is that it?" Elsa continued, and it was a struggle not to give anything away. She took Anna's wrist and pulled away her wicked fingers.

"Uuummm..." Anna was clearly thrown off a bit, not fighting Elsa's movements. "I mean if that's what...if you end up...you're very good at licking," she finished rather lamely.

"So because I'm naked and...good at it...you just assumed..."

"Well, yea! ..Wait, what? This isn't-I just wanted to fool around and-" Anna stuttered before getting control of herself. "You like doing it though. A lot." Elsa could practically hear how hard both of them blushed.

That wasn't a lie. Even after Anna came, on many occassions, Elsa's face stayed nestled in her heat so she could taste every last drop. Her tongue had brought Anna multiple orgasms in a row sometimes and Elsa could easily get lost in the ride. Pleasuring Anna was a high she found near impossible to come down from, and even thinking about it made her feel like she was pulsing.

"Sure, I do." Elsa pulled away yet more until she turned and got on knees, still between Anna's legs as she had been before. The book became discarded next to the women on the purple blanket covering the bed. Elsa had forgotten to use a bookmark, but certainly didn't care about it in the moment.

She got a good look at Anna's face, her cheeks red and eyes wide. Elsa placed a cool hand on each of Anna's thighs. The towel only covered her chest down to her hips and it was so tempting for Elsa to get underneath it. However, she held off.

Instead she stared at the top. "Come on, take that off. You can't be that cold now that you've dried off a bit more," she told her.

"Easy for you to say!" Anna stuck her tongue out at her. "Besides, my hair isn't totally dry." Still, she pulled herself away from the pillow enough to reach behind her back and untuck the towel before tugging it down to where her butt met the bed. "Guess we should be even, though."

"Mmhmm." Elsa nearly licked her lips looking down at Anna's perky, freckled breasts. It took everything in her not to immediately suck on her nipples like it was the end of the world. That was almost as nice as eating her out.

If she wasn't careful she was going to be dripping on the bed.

"Just gonna stare at them?" Anna asked, watching her somewhat warily before her gaze centered right on Elsa's display.

"Maybe I should ask you the same thing," Elsa told her, and that's when she moved quickly again. She closed in on Anna suddenly, her busty chest right in her sister's face. "Tsk, you were whining you only get them in the morning, so..."

"Elsa I-" Anna sounded like she might protest, but she shut up quickly. Her mouth opened so her lips could close around one of Elsa's still hard and cold nipples. Her tongue flicked the tip and she moaned as she lavished attention on it. Even when she released it her breath was hot on Elsa's skin and so, so moist.

It was as Anna sucked on the other side that Elsa felt fingers rubbing her slick sex, seeking out her entrance. For a few moments Elsa was lost in Anna's mouth as two eager fingers drove inside of her with a mission. She nearly sank down on them and gave in. It would be so easy to let Anna finger her into oblivion while Elsa clung to her shoulders, digging her nails into her skin. Many times before she let it happen. Anna scissored her fingers inside her and Elsa hissed.

Too much. Anna was sucking and licking and definitely leaving marks with her teeth around her tips and she was working her like a puppet. Elsa had to move fast again before she gave in.

So she did.

"Enough," she announced before taking a fistful of Anna's hair to yank her forcibly from her chest. Anna moaned and thrust her fingers inside Elsa harder than before, making her legs shake ever so briefly. Elsa began to push her down as she lifted herself off of Anna's fingers yet again, climbing up her body and letting Anna's head rest supportively on the pillows again.

Before Anna could say a thing, Elsa's glistening, aching clit was in her face. And to Anna's credit Elsa didn't have to say a word before her tongue was probing along her wetness. Anna grabbed Elsa's ass and squeezed hard as she dragged her tongue through her folds. She even pulled Elsa down.

Elsa didn't fight it. She was still in control even as her body seemed to surrender, grinding on her sisters hungry mouth. Anna moaned and whimpered while she let Elsa use her face, her body rocking faster and faster. Elsa's hands both tangled in Anna's hair and she tried not to yank too painfully even though she knew Anna loved it.

They both did.

She could feel her orgasm building swiftly, the tingles and small bursts of pleasure throughout her body. Most of all she could feel it in her belly. It grew and Anna's tongue struck a repetitive but all too good motion circling her clit and pressing against it expertly. A little part of Elsa wanted to beg for Anna to fill her with her fingers again, add them one after the other until the pressure was too much for her to stand. The feeling was so good, so good-

And when her orgasm struck it seemed to explode. Elsa's body went into short, rapid motions as she cried out as if she couldn't stand the pure pleasure. The flat of Anna's tongue rubbed along her sensitive heat while snow fell around them with a fierce, swirling wind. Everything was too much, and so good, and Elsa dragged it out for as long as she could-

Before abruptly backing off and sliding back down Anna's body. Anna's face was wet and glimmered in the frosty air, eyes half lidded as she caught her breath. For a second, Elsa took her in and the next wave came along as it always did - not an orgasm, but an intense, almost overwhelming sense of love.

How could she even function when she loved Anna as much as she did? How could anything ever be as joyful as the flood of emotion she felt in that moment? Anna was the dream that came true, that Elsa thought would be too dangerous to ever see the light of day and she was wrong, she was so, so wrong. She'd never been happier to be wrong.

And then just like that she could think again and further down she went.

"Elsa?" Anna asked, sounding concerned when Elsa had drawn away from her body entirely.

Of course, Elsa had a plan, and she pushed at Anna's legs. "Back...back," she half ordered and half pleaded.

Anna knew what she meant thankfully and she drew her legs up and back, knees nearly to her chest. "You wanna-wanna fold me in half?" she managed to joke.

The snow came faster, though it would never amount to anything. "Almost," Elsa responded in a husky voice that sounded too serious - and then she was down between Anna's legs again.

With her sisters legs over her shoulders and on her back, she was delightfully exposed. It was probably Elsa's favorite view and her impatient, greedy mouth took over. Her tongue slipped easily inside Anna's wetness and she licked with long strokes as Anna moaned her name. Elsa pinched the underside of her thigh as her tongue dipped inside her and enjoyed the little shake it shot through Anna's body.

Her fingers stroked down from Anna's clit to the tight ring of her backside and though Elsa didn't enter, she rubbed teasingly over it.

"Elsa are you...haa...ahhh..." Anna tried, but couldn't get the thought out.

For her part Elsa didn't try to answer. Her tongue was going too fast by then, returning to Anna's clit and worshipping it. She wanted to devour her body. She was insatiable as she buried her face, feeling the wetness on her cheeks and fingers. She felt the tremors in Anna's body, and knew where she was at.

"Elsa! Oh Els-aaaahh, oh Elsa, oh, oh..." Anna yelled as she came, the assault of Elsa's tongue never letting up. Anna's thighs squeezed around her head as her body spasmed beneath Elsa, the feeling of it only encouraging her. Once again she didn't want to stop and fantasized of spending the entire night tasting Anna, coaxing more from her until she couldn't even walk.

That thought alone nearly made Elsa hump the bed. She was too worked up and she had to gradually slow down, had to stop and lift her head up as Anna's legs fell away from her and back down to the bed. Elsa could see where Anna's white knuckles gripped the blanket, colder now from the snow and wind that had whipped around the women.

The snow had slowed though, flakes falling in a lazy manner and vanishing in a sparkle as soon as they touched the bed or Anna's hot skin.

The two women caught their breath as they looked at one another, coming down from the heated moment. At least, Elsa assumed Anna was, even if her own body was suggesting even more. Sometimes it was incredibly hard for her to be content. She wanted all of Anna all the time, or so it felt.

When her head was a little more clear, she was able to find something to say. "You were right."

"Huh?" Anna asked, her eyes closed. She was one to fall asleep quickly after sex, and sometimes that was all that stopped it.

Elsa's gaze combed over her. Half of Anna's body was on the pillows still and under her  still parted legs in a lumpy mess was the towel. Her bangs were everywhere, arms sort of thrown on either side of herself. She looked as disheveled as could be and Elsa found her positively stunning.

"This is indeed distracting," Elsa answered. "Very."

"Yea. We need to find-find a better way to read," Anna replied, opening one eye. "I don't even know where the book went."

"It's here...somewhere," Elsa said with a shrug. She studied Anna for maybe a minute more before she scooted next to her, leaned down, and kissed her right next to her mouth. She could taste herself - which was always a mix of a little weird and a little hot.

"Maybe we should sit next to each other and read next time," Anna suggested, playing with the hair that draped to one side of Elsa's head.

"Maybe." Elsa kissed her again, an idea forming. "...Would you like me to start reading the next page to you?" she asked, since she still had a little energy left. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough.

Anna's other eye opened in surprised, and then she offered a soft, happy smile. "Would you!? I mean I-um...I'd like that, but only if you want to."

Ever since Anna was a baby Elsa wanted to read her stories, wanted to talk to her, wanted to tell her anything for the sake of Anna hearing her voice and knowing she cared. Years of silence had only made the urge that much bigger, and Elsa took advantage of it whenever she could. That moment was no exception.

Elsa stroked her face before she carefully brushed Anna's damp bangs aside to kiss her forehead. "It would be my honor."

#Elsanna #fanfic #mature #fingers and tongues #and books

[jmrothwell]

"I'm an excellent hugger. You can ask everyone." sounds like something Reggie would say. Any pairing, platonic or romantic.

This is also for your other prompt: "Do you need a hug?" for the Greater Polyphantoms Polycule because I love how you write their dynamic And for @daintyduck99 who asked: "I'm an excellent hugger. You can ask everyone." for the greater polyphantoms polycule?

The studio is not empty. Unsurprising really. These days it was rare for the studio to ever be empty. 

Loud laughter rings out through the partially open door. Flynn exhales a long slow steadying breath. Willing the weird pangs to go away before she joins the others. 

With a plastered on smile and forced exuberance she walks in, greeted by the sight of Reggie and Julie sharing a microphone. The two of them lean in close together, as they give a ridiculously over the top performance of ‘Man! I Feel Like a Woman’ directed straight at Luke who’s clearly fighting to not smile. Alex looks on in fond amusement from behind his drum kit. 

The four of them far too lost in each other that Flynn wonders if any of them noticed she even walked in. Would they notice if she turned around and left? 

Really it hardly makes any sense for her heart to ache like this or for her stomach to get all knotted the way it does lately every time she’s them like this. It’s among a number of things that haven’t barely made any sense lately.

Before she can decide how she wants to announce herself, she finds herself suddenly in the middle of everything. Luke hides behind her, his large hands gripping her shoulders tight, as he begs her to help protect him. Reggie and Julie, have stopped their over the top performance. 

“I’m sure Flynn’s with us on this one.” Reggie laughs, draping himself across Alex’s shoulders as Julie hugs Flynn’s arm tight, almost as if Flynn’s the rope in a game of tug of war between her and Luke.

Nerves alight in Flynn’s chest and nearly erupt as uncontrollable giggles, as the familiar burn of a blush rises up her neck. She swallows, trying to get herself under control again. It makes no sense, she’s never had this issue around them or anyone before and now. But for some reason during the past few weeks of hanging out with them it has been harder and harder to act normal. 

“Flynn?” 

Flynn blinks and Reggie is suddenly right in her face, green eyes furrowed in confusion. She swallows down a squeak by his sudden close proximity. How much had she spaced?

“Sorry, sorry.” Flynn shakes her head and extracts herself from Luke and Julie’s grips and backs up far enough that hopefully none of them can hear the way her heart’s gone haywire. “I have this paper due in history that I just can’t stop thinking about.”

“Oh? Ok.” Julie says, looking as perplexed as Luke and Reggie who are still standing beside her. 

Flynn does her best to not cringe from replaying her own lie in her head. An effort not aided by Alex’s suspicious smirk he’s doing a poor job of hiding. 

“Yep, so, I’m just gonna do that.” she says pointing back to the couch and adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “You guys get to rehearsing.”

Thankfully, Flynn always struggled maintaining focus while the band rehearsed so it didn’t raise any eyebrows when her eyes keep drifting up to watch them play. She gives up the charade when Willie shows up at the tail end of rehearsal. Smiling as he joins her on the couch to enjoy the last few songs. 

Alex definitely sits up straighter and smiles broader with his boyfriends appearance. Flynn tries to not to overthink the way Reggie and Luke’s eyes also drift towards Willie when his attention is on Alex. The same sort of looks she could have sworn she’s seen directed at Julie, sometimes even Alex. 

Then Reggie turns his attention to her again and winks, and she makes the mistake of looking at Julie when averting her eyes. She swallows down those annoying nerves again. It has to be just that they were performing. They always love to play to an audience, that’s all it is. 

Nothing proves that more than how quickly they all disperse and fall into their own things again once rehearsal is done. 

Willie drags Alex for some date he won’t disclose, the two of them shouting good byes as they dash off. Alex shoots her a suspiciously over the top ‘good luck with the homework.’ Luke and Julie quickly decide on a movie night, that is unclear if Flynn and Reggie are invited to. Before she can ask for clarification they run to the kitchen to get snacks. 

Flynn sighs, looking back down to her books and notes as she resigns herself to sticking around. If nothing else she can probably get some more homework done before Julie potentially kicks her out to get some alone time with Luke. 

“Do you need a hug?” 

Flynn looks up from her homework, towards where Reggie is perched on his usual stool. The intensity of his concerned look shoots straight through her heart sending cascades of butterflies through her veins. She blinks at him before subtly clearing her throat, and forcing a small laugh. “What? Why do you think I need a hug?”

He shrugs as he rocks in his seat. “You just seem kind of, off, today.”

She doesn’t need to force the wry chuckle that escapes her. Ecstatic that he noticed her. Conflicted that it is probably only as a friend, feeling a weird pang of guilt wondering if any of the others noticed as well. 

“So, do you?” Reggie asks again, leaning forward. A proud smile starts to split his face. “I’m an excellent hugger. You can ask everyone.”

Before Flynn can answer Luke shows back up in the studio doorway. “Why are you two still out here?”

“Wasn’t aware we were supposed to be following.” Flynn says, trying not to sound bitter while Reggie laughs his own agreement. 

“Oh.” Luke looks slightly stunned and rubs the back of his neck. “Well, we thought you two were right behind us.”

Flynn exchanges a look with Reggie she can only describe as fond bemusement. She starts to pack her bag up again as Reggie reassures Luke that they are definitely following behind now. Only when she gets up to leave, she’s stopped by Reggie, who’s giving her that concerned look again. 

She doesn’t say anything, can’t risk saying anything and accidentally saying way too much. Instead she answers him by wrapping her arms around his torso. His quickly envelop her, and he wasn’t lying. He doesn’t squeeze her too tight, nor are his arms awkwardly slack around her. Plus he smells nice, hints of his leather jacket mixed with a woodsy smell that makes her think of camping. 

Hesitantly she pulls herself out of his grip, she gets the feeling he wouldn’t have let go a moment sooner. “Thanks,” She smiles at him.

“Anytime.” He says keeping an arm around her shoulders as they join Luke and Julie in her living room. Flynn’s eyes suddenly feel far too warm when she spots her favorite soda and the bag of sour patch kids on the table. The warmth quickly spreads to her cheeks as Julie pulls her to sit on the couch squished between her and Reggie.

“Finally.” She says as she hands Flynn the remote with a smile. “You get first pick.”

Flynn bites back her laugh. How long did Julie expect this movie night to last? Turns out long enough for them to all fall asleep piled on top of each other.

#julie and the phantoms #fanfiction #the greater polyphantoms polycule . . .early stages #jatp fanfic #Flynn centric

[skye-huntress]

RWBY Volume 9 Reaction

Episode 2: “Altercation at the Auspicious Auction”

Somehow that Weiss has the hardest time believing in a fairytale world makes perfect sense to me. Given her home environment, not only was she forced to grow up quickly, she likely wasn’t afforded the luxury of losing herself in fictional books to the extent Blake could. Apparently, this makes her perfect target for comedic relief.

When Qrow said that “even the craziest [fairytales] come from somewhere”, I doubt he knew how right he was

My previous assessment of why Little still doesn’t have a name/purpose yet seems to be holding true.

Now Blake’s the one throwing around terrible pun jokes, at Yang’s expense no less.

I’m pretty sure that line Ruby said about going home was said on autopilot. It’s the kind of thing she would think she is expected to say as a leader, but she’s not even putting the effort in anymore to pretend. And because she put zero thought into it, she didn’t realise how insensitive it was to say it to Weiss of all people

As for Weiss, this is different from the last time she left the Manor. For one, the Manor was still there to return to, especially if Jacques was removed from the picture. Second, the original plan was for Weiss to meet up with Winter, so even if she was done with the rest of her family, she still seemed to view Atlas, the Kingdom, as her home. Now her entire family, along with the rest of the survivors of her Kingdom, are all homeless. Even forgetting about whether or not they can beat Salem, Weiss’ future is even more unclear now. Of course, she can’t even begin to start dealing with that while stuck in the Ever After

Blake is getting way too into acting out this story

At first, I thought Ruby was going to comment that Crescent Rose wasn’t there, since they were going off the assumption that they’d find it at the auction, but something else entirely was going on

Remember, it’s not stealing if you take it when the owner isn’t looking

I was wondering what it was about the figurine that would have caught Ruby’s attention. Even if Ruby never got a good look at Penny’s improvised swords, they probably have some of her aura which Ruby’s heart would recognise no matter what form it took

It amuses me that Blake and Yang were making a run for it in panic and excitement respectively, while Weiss is just walking after them with an air of indifference

Yang doesn’t seem to be taking things seriously at all, Blake’s probably taking it too seriously, and Weiss is fed up with all of it and just wants to skip to the ending already

So that’s how it work, if you focus on the tree and try to get close to it, you end up in a loop. That explains what happened to Ruby in the forest. She couldn’t move forward because she was using the tree as a landmark to find her way, which is the perfectly logical thing to do in any other circumstance.

What’s going on with Ruby right now is not something her friends or even her sister know how to handle. I doubt Qrow or Tai would fair much better, either. I’m struggling to put my thoughts about it into words myself

Her depression is even affecting those Royal Knights, their “horses”, and the damn weather. Also, that was pretty much a eulogy for Penny.

So we’re off to meet with the King and beat him at his own game, which means we’ll be getting tiny WBY next episodes. I’m kind of looking forward to it.

What is going unsaid is that they’ve given up on looking for Crescent Rose. A giant, ruby red scythe is extremely hard to miss so that’s actually a bit unusual. Someone or something else must have taken it

That also leaves another question, if Team RWBY are following the path of Alyx, what path are Jaune and Neo on

#rwby #rwby9 #rwby9 spoilers

[faithfulcat111]

Find the Word

Find the words from the list in your WIPs and post the paragraphs they belong to.

Finally getting this done. I was tagged by @musicalchaos07 for the words: choose, shy, think, glance, and night.

Choose

I actually cannot find this one anywhere that I can search.

Shy

(from my Succbus!Jancy WIP)

Being around Nancy wasn’t exactly a hard thing to do. Even though it made his heart beat wildly anytime she so much as looked at him and his voice twisted up making it hard to respond to any questions. But it had been like that since they first “met” through Will and Mike when they were like nine. And he was already what his mother called a shy boy (he just didn’t like to waste his words if he didn’t have to), so it was easy enough to play himself off as acting “normal” when he was around her.

Think

(from a WIP from my WInter Break Advent bingo card)

Jonathan knew he had no one to blame but himself for his mother's subtle hints that he might want to clean up his room (or himself), his still unpacked boxes shoved in a corner and his near empty, tiny room. For his tendency to wander deep in the woods with the tiniest hope that he wouldn’t walk back out with nothing in his hands for protection or to excuse his walk. For both Will and, increasingly, El’s annoyance at his inability to keep up on anything. The only one who hadn’t said anything yet was Hopper which Jonathan was grateful for. He didn’t think he could handle Hopper doing or saying anything towards him about his behavior without a full-on meltdown.

Glance

(from the next installment of Death is an evil. Pretty sure I've posted some of this as a snippet before, but it has been months now)

Jonathan gave up on that, slowly stepping forward into the house, hands tightening around his spear as he did so. A glance to his left and that was all ruined as he found himself suddenly in their destroyed living room in Hawkins, walls covered in a crayon map, lights hanging from the ceiling. A wind whistled through a large hole in the wall and he knew that this was improbable. That these events happened nearly a year apart. But there was a burning smell from the hallway, one that he couldn’t quite tell if it was the monster they burned or his brother. Screams burst from around him: Nancy calling for him somewhere he couldn’t quite see, his brother’s screams as he was burned, his sister’s as she exerted herself trying to get that monster out of her leg. Shouts from the years of insults and bullying from everyone who had ever decided he wasn’t good enough, roared amongst the screams and Jonathan clamped his hands over his ears, shaking from the effort to avoid what was frankly far too much noise.

Night

(from my Madwheeler Roleswap AU, which is currently a bullet point fic (also I do owe people some asks on it I know. i got unexpectedly busy and will double back to those later))

Mike tries asking at school the next day about the bullies. They had mostly ignored him despite being the new kid until last night and he is getting targeted as well. He is confused why the focus seems to be on Will (and a little irrationally angry). But Max becomes extremely defensive and the other two boys follow her lead. Will just seems amused before just zoning out entirely. Mike also wanted to ask about Jane, but is iced out before he gets the chance.

I'm only gonna tag a couple of people because I think most of my usual people were already tagged, but @hullosweetpea , @karadanverss , and @pearlypairings and whomever else would want to! It is completely no pressure though.

Your words are: thoughtful, seize, straight, provide, and door

#faith tags #tag game

[wearyeyebrow]

Straight Razors

Summary: Diluc and Kaeya may have exchanged letters while Diluc was away but their relationship is far from how it used to be, and neither of them knows how to fix it. It’s so hard to bring up what happened, hard to linger in good memories with bitterness still between them. Maybe a calm night in the tavern soon after Diluc’s return will bridge a bit of the gap, or at least invite some introspection.

Tags: Diluc, Kaeya, Rosaria, Diluc’s POV, brothers, conversation, strained relationships, mending relationships

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Diluc can feel Kaeya’s eyes on him even when his back is turned. He tries to focus on the faint sound of chatter, on how clear he can get his good wine glasses. Even Rosaria looks at him expectedly, having made herself at home next to Kaeya at the bar. She idly drinks her beer; whether she’s annoyed or interested is anyone’s guess. He can’t take it anymore.

Diluc turns around with purpose, eyes heavy in the candlelight. “What.”

Kaeya’s mouth quirks upward, knowing he’s won. "Just trying to picture something…” he eyes Diluc up and down, squinting, “Yep. You'd look just like him if you had facial hair."

Diluc immediately knows who Kaeya is referring to. But, strangely, he doesn’t detect any malice or contempt in Kaeya’s voice this time, finding a rare moment of genuine observation without an ulterior motive... maybe. He hardly knows anymore.

Diluc mutters, more to himself than Kaeya, "I do. That's why I shave."

Kaeya huffs. He didn’t expect an answer.

"And..." Diluc sighs, turning his back to grab a clean dish rag, "I look like a sunsettia when I grow it out - it's hardly worth the upkeep."

Diluc almost smiles when Kaeya laughs. The sound briefly takes him back to a simpler time. "Sounds like you're talking from experience, but I've never seen it. Didn't think you could grow one."

Diluc stiffens slightly, memories flashing through his brain. "I let it grow when I was away."

"Ah."

There's that awkward silence again, the one they both hate, although Kaeya has a much harder time letting it sit. Diluc expects a scathing remark, something that'll pick at his insides and expose his soft underbelly.

But to his surprise Kaeya waves it away with grace, "At least you can grow one. I've tried a handful of times, but all I get for my efforts is a patchwork quilt - prepubescence doesn't exactly go with my handsome aesthetic. The best I can manage is a 5 o’clock shadow but it's against regulations. Can't look "too disheveled" my ass."

Diluc snorts, instinctively trying to hide his amusement, but faltering. "Regulations have never stopped you." He eyes Kaeya’s uniform, clearly altered to expose more skin than necessary.

Kaeya chuckles, referring to his uniform with a flourish. "I take pride in bending the rules, not breaking them. The handbook specifies strict uniform regulations for foot soldiers, but it neglects captains entirely - what a shame." There's a glint of mischief in Kaeya's eye. Diluc's pretty sure this isn't the first time he's been questioned. "But, as I'm sure you recall, it does specify beard length for all members - the why is beyond me."

"Does that mean you both shave everyday?"

They're both pulled out of their tentative conversation by Rosaria, who had been quietly nursing her drink.

Kaeya answers first. "I only need to every few days, but even then it's a pain in the ass."

"Every other day for me."

"Then why don't I see either of you with razor burn?" Rosaria questions.

"Straight razors." They both answer, almost in unison. Rosaria raises an eyebrow.

Kaeya forgets himself, just for a moment. "Father used to stress that like it was going out of style," he chuckles, "he got his razors from Fontaine. Said he'd never go back after getting a professional cut on a business trip."

Diluc can't help himself either. "Always go for a clean shave, he stressed - even hair with a slight wave to it will curl back into the skin."

"I've never seen you with razor burn either, Rosaria," Kaeya croons, "but I'm sure you shave every day, right?"

"You'll never see where I shave Captain Kaeya."

Diluc has to bite his lip to keep himself from smirking. Kaeya groans dramatically, flopping his head on the table. "I believe your sharp tongue just sliced me open."

"Good."

Kaeya laughs. Diluc is pulled away by the distant sound of a clock marking the time. He makes a last call and starts checking the fill line on each bottle.

Kaeya downs the remains of his drink and continues the conversation with Rosaria. Diluc's listens as he works, not minding the mundanity of it all. He's just so tired.

"Well, goodnight all - I have patrol duty in the morning, bright and early! Don't stay up too late now." He gives them both a meaningful look, bows with flair, and walks out.

Rosaria sighs. "Should probably turn in myself. The sister's will make me sit for confession if I'm late... again." She shrugs and places her money on the counter, exact change as always. "Wine was good as usual, beer could've been better."

"Duly noted. Thank you for your patronage."

"Where else would I go? At least this place doesn't encourage child labor. Later." She walks out the door, heels somehow silent against the wooden floor.

The last few customers file out. Very few people heed his last call.

And then he's alone.

Usually he recounts all the information he's gathered, overheard rumors, or a bit of Fatui gossip to follow up on. He wasn't paying enough attention tonight. He mentally chides himself, but also can't find much in him that cares.

He knows the alcohol softened Kaeya. Their next interaction will probably be less than pleasant. Kaeya will try to get a rise out of him, which will make Diluc withdraw further until he snaps with a few passive aggressive lines of his own.

Even after all this time, all of the nuance he's come to understand, it still unsettles him. It wasn't the content of the lie; it was the act of lying.

He doesn't trust the KoF but he does trust Jean Gunnhildr. He is loyal to people, not organizations. His brother, his near twin, suddenly a man he can't recognize - entrusted with all his secrets yet under a facade of reciprocity. Kaeya’s intentions, whether out of self preservation or indecision, never mattered to Diluc. It was agonizing and so was his anger. He shouldn't have reacted with violent fury, he never should have drawn his sword. Each time he sees Kaeya his eyes are drawn to his vision, bringing back all of the guilt, all of the anger, all of the betrayal he felt that day. He’s already forgiven Kaeya, but he can’t forgive himself. Kaeya deserved forgiveness in that moment, and instead he met the edge of his sword.

It's hollow. Every conversation. Every remark. He knows Kaeya, or at least he thought he did.

All of the secrets they shared... every moment was genuine and so full of Diluc's love.

Was that ever the case for Kaeya? Could he really blame him if it wasn't? So why did it hurt so much, why does it still gnaw at him?

He doesn't like Kaeya sometimes. Doesn't like his drinking, his dripping sarcasm, his biting words designed to strike where it hurts most. But Diluc still loves him, he just can't be around him sometimes. It hurts too much. Kaeya keeps bringing up the past but all Diluc wants to do is move forward.

Maybe to a better future with his brother, or a better future with new friends and family for the both of them. He sighs, done with introspection for the night.

The clinking of glass is his only company as Diluc closes the tavern.

#Diluc #diluc genshin impact #kaeya #kaeya genshin impact #rosaria #rosaria genshin impact #my writing #wearyeyebrow

[agonizedembrace]

Caitlyn is well aware of who the other woman is, of course; but even had Evelynn not carried herself with a look that suggested unending boredom or perhaps even annoyance, she would not have approached her, respectful of her space as much as of her girlfriend's job. Even then, she stays across the street, leaning against Vi's motorcycle while waiting for her to return (hoping that whatever the reason Evelynn's assistant called her there would be no dire issue, when Vi had been so very excited about this job).

Her gaze, inevitably drawn to the other woman, flickers between apologetic for being present at all, to determined as she decides to use her chance to speak up. Maybe more directly than she ought to, addressing a worldwide famous singer, but that mattered little, at the present moment.

"Miss Evelynn — my name is Caitlyn. I'm Vi's girlfriend." The politeness in her tone is that of one raised from birth to adopt proper etiquette. It never wears off completely, no matter how long she's been trying to escape that life now. "Forgive me if I shouldn't be here — we weren't expecting her to be called in at this hour. It's a relief to see you well."

A pause, the tip of her fingers tapping against the motorcycle's seat; the diva's state did raise the question of why her bodyguard was needed, however. Nervousness does not detract from the earnestness shining in her eyes when she continues. "I know it's not truly my business to interfere, but Vi truly appreciates the opportunity you have given her. I hope there hasn't been any dire issue for your assistant to want to see her now?"

(hi han idk i wanted to make them meet 🫡 from @aimedshots ofc)

@aimedshots

In truth, Evelynn had not paid attention to why Robin had called her new bodyguard out at such an hour. Her focus was elsewhere -- to her girlfriend's texts she'd received just an hour ago, and the ever busy emails from the farm.

Disinterest could be seen from a mile away: there's certainly more that she'd like to do than stand outside on a chilly November night. Not that the cold actually makes much of a deference to her, rather an annoyance more than harming her in any way. In a brief glance, she did notice the other woman, yet granted nothing more than what someone might call a 'side eye'.

Part of it is simply her not caring -- none of her business. Long as the woman didn't get in her way ( and really, it wasn't like Evelynn was doing anything currently ), then Eve had no reason to be annoyed by her presence. And along that line: the fact of having a body guard. There's reasoning, Evelynn believes, but she didn't give effort to listen when it came to. Something about making her image look better?

She had already long shrugged the thought away.

The woman-- Caitlyn -- greets her. Polite and proper, a drastic difference from the very bodyguard she's hired. Gradually does she raise a brow, pocketing her cellphone to grant her attention. "Please, if another calls me miss I'm afraid I might lose my mind." Her own tone is light, intending to not come off as terrifying once more. "Evelynn is fine."

Golden hues now drift, from Caitlyn and back to where Vi ( that was her name... right? ) stands, in discussion with another. Her attention returns as the term girlfriend reaches her ears; a reminder of who she's meant to be returning to, and whose night is likely ruined for Caitlyn.

"So you're who she speaks so highly about," under the smoothness of her tone, is a hint of teasing. Her lips curl the slightest as she adjusts her stance, to something more open, before continuing. There's amusement in her gaze, not for the connection of Vi and Caitlyn, but for the mere humane thought that Evelynn could actually be in a harmful situation. "She's a hard worker and doesn't ask many questions, that's all I can ask."

"All is well, I'm sure. Robin tends to worry when it comes to new hires," affection laces her tone now, as she regards her assistant. With a hum, she glances back to Caitlyn. "... I'll be heading home to my own soon. To ruin date night... now that's a crime."

#» WHO DOES A GIRL HAVE TO KILL TO START ANOTHER RUNE WAR? ( ASK ) #aimedshots #» HATE AND LOVE ARE JUST TWO WORDS FOR PASSION ( IC ) #» V. { KDA } #hi mel fancy meeting you here #eve just: these bitches gay good for them #handshaking caitlyn like: damn i could be on my own date night right now

[zangyo]

@soverina said (inbox):

lids feel at their heaviest — a long day; a long shift. being called out onto field not routine — nor a first. she aids fellow sorcerers, invests all that she has in ensuring all coworkers and friends return home to loved ones. her? she may lack a family to come home to, but knowing others can live to see another day, it had always been as fulfilling enough. she sits at passenger side, prior to expressing an utmost gratitude for his offer of driving her home. it certainly beat taking the subway so late at night, or walking. in the welcoming silence, amongst the low rumble of engine and wheels driving over concrete, she leans to his shoulder, head falling peacefully in place. eyes close, features relaxed in a state of repose. she sighs contently, nearly lulled by the calmness enshrouding them. “ today was a good day… ” she shares, rosy cheek nuzzling more comfortably. “ not a single soul was lost in my care… but i don’t know, i just felt… i felt stronger than usual today… ” difficult to explain, she opts not to dwell too much into it. perhaps this strength came from her blessings. “ nanami - san… “ she yawns, “ i may not have anyone to come home to each night, but i’m just as happy to live another day as those who do because it still means i get to spend another with you… ” and she realizes, that was just as good — maybe even better.

     IT WAS VERY RARE that Nanami ever drove a car, though on the off chance that he had to for whatever reason, he held little issues with giving someone a ride back to their place. In Peach’s case, he would have preferred for her to go with him than push herself heading to the subway. With how tired she seemed, no doubt she might have fallen asleep during the ride and potentially missed her stop…or so it felt, at least. As they made their way down the street, he put on the radio, albeit low – just enough to fill the car’s silence and soothing enough to make one want to drift into Sleep’s oh so tempting embrace. ❝You worked hard today,❞ he said the moment he felt her cheek against his shoulder, faint amusement within the hint of a smile that tugged upon the edges of his lips. Not towards the fact that she had worked and worked to the bone, but because it was rare for him to catch her so obviously exhausted as she was. Truth be told, he could almost say it was endearing, in a way. Truly he appreciated everything that she did.

     Something Nanami liked to remind Peach of every now and then. ❝It was thanks to your efforts that many were able to go home tonight. Thank you for that.❞ Their society needed more people with her abilities…but really, he wished that Peach didn’t have to use them at all. That she could just go home from work content and happy without fear of some monster devouring one of her neighbors or her being put in a scene that was equivalent to a warzone. There hadn’t been an incident like the one that had transpired with Geto in a long time, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen again. There was always a chance for worse in their line of work. Such was something that Nanami had to learn early on. The words that she sleepily spoke surprised him a little – so much that he found himself looking away from the road for a second or two to look upon Peach’s face. Ah…he hadn’t had heard something like that before aimed in his direction… Not for a very long time...

     His gaze softened, focus now returned ahead. ❝Let us make sure that continues. The world would be a little bleaker without you in it.❞ He meant that. Every word. ❝As long as you keep fighting, I will keep fighting too.❞ Even if he couldn’t anymore, he hoped that Peach would only think of times like this one. The movement of the car, the soft voice on the radio, and the peace she felt.

#soverina #;v: purify the impure #answered #;;inbox #;post: beta #[GUUUUGH //////]

[tragedies-are-happening]

Had an idea for a fic where you find Emily fallen in hell. She asks for your help to find Charlie amd you begrudgingly agree. Now you have to cart a fallen angel all the way to the other side of hell while avoiding sinners and overlords. May or may not write. Here's a blurb.

It had been centuries since the red sky turned white. So long ago that no sinner had been around to witness. Today the sky was blinded by angelic light, shining a brilliant white. slowly fading as the familiar red of damnation took over again, it was a sign. Most in hell would consider it an omen, you knew better. You take a step forward towards the fallen angel, she's unlike the exorcists who come down to slaughter the sinners. No, she has six wings instead of two and wears a dress rather than the typical armor. You should leave her there to die, you know you should. Something stops you though, and as you hear the footsteps of sinners approaching you do something rash. You take the angel away from the sight and curse yourself the entire time, this would be more trouble than it was worth but you couldn't turn back now.

Somewhere safe

She wakes up to the smell of... garlic? Emily opens her eyes immediately seeing the source of the pungent smell. She pushes the hand away and rubs her nose, the smell tickling her nose. She let's out a sneeze.

"Pardon you" the garlic assailant seems amused at her actions.

Emily looks up surprised to see she's laying on a couch in a small apartment. "W-what?" She looks around confused.

"Pardon you, ya know since we're in hell I cat exactly bless you" the sinner chuckles. Emily looks back to them surprised.

"Did you say hell?!" She sits up quickly only to be pushed back down onto the couch.

"Easy little bird, you had quite the fall. It was something to watch, that's for sure" the sinners aloof demeanor was starting to annoy her. She takes a deep breath and calms herself.

"I fell... I'm starting to remember now. Sera, she tried to warn me" tears come to her eyes. The sinner sighs and crosses there arms.

"You don't really have the luxury of crying little bird. How about you dry up those tears and focus on something that will help," they crouch down in front of her. "How about your name, can you tell me that?"

Despite her best efforts her tears spill down her face. "Emily" she cries. The sinner nods and hands her a cloth.

"Emily, suits an angel like you" they comment, something about their words feels like a knife twisting in her gut and she cries harder. "Shit.... probably could've chosen my words better. Hold on." The sinner leaves coming back with a glass of water and hands it to her.

"You can't cry and drink" the sinner says proudly. She can't help but laugh at their pride and takes a drink of the water. What an odd situation to find herself in. Cast out of heaven, crying and laughing on a sinners couch. The sinner seems to relax as her tears dry up.

"Thank you" she hands the glass back to them. "Since you know my name can I know yours?" She looks up calmer now.

"Call me Blue, it's what most call me down here" they smile. She smiles back and feels slightly better about being down in hell.

That's all, I think it could be really fun to write a sort of self insert book about you and Emily trying to get to charlie but with all of hell trying to stop you one way or another.

#hazbin hotel #writing

[caitimetravels]

she's insignificant

chapter 10: where you've gone

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: none

masterlist

with a sigh, y/n stood. five was still writing away behind her on the walls non-stop. she didn't dare interrupt him, simply leaving. she would be back anyways. all she needed was a nice walk. 

as she wandered down the street with no destination in mind she spaced out, eyes trained on her feet. suddenly someone knocked her shoulder and brought her back to reality. she raised her head, hoping they weren't someone looking to start a fight or argue with her.

"y/n?" instead she was met with allison. her technically older sister seemed frustrated.

"allison? are you okay?" y/n's eyebrows furrowed, looking up at the curly haired woman. 

"yeah.. i think so" she frowned, "i'm worried about vanya. she won't listen to me but her boyfriend, whoever he is.. i think he's dangerous. i couldn't find anything about him-"

"you went searching for his records?" y/n pulled back in disbelief, "allison! you know vanya doesn't like-"

"i know, she already got angry with me" allison sighed, shaking her head.

"why would you do that?" y/n tilted her head up at her, eyes narrowing incredulously. "where are you even going?"

"well, i found his address. i was going to see if anything's weird.." she earned a disapproving look, "i can't just sit around and do nothing y/n! please, help me, for vanya?"

y/n's expression only darkened, "why are you trying to ruin one of the only good things in her life?! she deserves to be happy for once and im not going to help you take that away from her!" she begun to shout, freezing as she realised her powers were getting out of control in the middle of the street. "just.. leave them alone!" 

she took off, hoping to get away, she needed to get away.

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as the sweet melody came to soft halt y/n smiled up at her sister. vanya donned a similar grin, placing her violin down and joining y/n on the floor, cross legged and leaning back against her bed.

"one day, you're going to be amazing, v" y/n mumbled quietly, looking like she was in a slight daze, "more amazing than you are now.. you're going to be a famous violinist, i can see it now. 'vanya hargreeves, the world's best violinist'" 

vanya softly nudged her shoulder, shaking her head. "no way, the world? c'mon" 

"i'm serious!" y/n was adamant, sitting up straighter to see her better, "you're gonna be so cool! and everyone here is going to see you and say 'damn, wish i had seen how awesome our sister was back then' and you're going to have lots of fans!"

vanya snorted, shyly brushing her long hair to the side, "yeah, right"

".. you won't forget me when you're famous, right?" y/n leaned back against the bed to avoid direct eye contact, her voice was much softer now. "don't forget me.. okay?" she nervously side eyed her sister, trying to gauge her reaction.

"i could never" vanya shook her head, leaning into the h/c haired girl. both of them shared small content grins.

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as she walked upstairs to five's room she heard a commotion, hopefully he hadn't gotten into a fight with one of their siblings again, right?

wrong.

"put her down" five snarled, holding a gun up to luther who held dolores' body out the window. y/n grinned at the sight, highly amused. who would have thought luther would ever threaten someone? well, y'know excluding their missions.. but five nonetheless? she leaned casually against the doorway, arms crossing and waiting for them to sort out whatever issue she walked in on.

"put the gun down, you're not killing anyone today. i know she's important to you so don't make me do this" luther paused, waiting to see what five would do. "it's either her or the gun.. you decide"

eventually five did decide that dolores was more important and dropped the gun before spacial jumping to catch dolores before she could fall. not that much damage would have occurred to the mannequin anyways, maybe a few scratches.

"i can keep doing this all day" luther spoke triumphantly, now holding the gun at his side. y/n snorted, catching their attention.

"you're such children" both glared at her in response, "c'mon, surely you have a better plan than whatever ended up in this-" she gestured vaguely between them, "squabble"

"we did not squabble" five hissed, placing dolores down and straightening his jacket. "but yes, i do have a one other plan" 

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the three of them, five, luther and y/n, drove down an empty road before slowing to a stop. five unbuckled his seatbelt and sighed, looking around.

"you know, i never enjoyed it" he started and luther turned to him in confusion.

"what?"

"the killing. i mean i was- i was good at my work and i took pride in it but it never gave me pleasure" he took a deep breath, "i think it was all those years alone. solitude can do funny things to the mind"

"yeah well, you were gone for such a long time.. i only spent four years on the moon but that was more than enough. it's the being alone that breaks you" luther placed a hand on the briefcase, "you think they'll buy it?"

"well, what i do know is that they're desperate. it's like a cop losing his gun" he alluded, "if the commission finds out they'll be in deep shit, well not to mention that they'll be stuck here until they get it back"

"i should hold onto it" luther suggested, patting it with one hand.

"hm?" five's eyebrows furrowed,

"incase they make a move on you" he added to explain his point.

"okay, luther.. but be careful. i've lived a long life but.. you're still a young man, you've got your whole life ahead of you. don't waste it" y/n snorted and five turned to her, unamused.

"what?" they stared at each other for a moment before five shook his head, looking away with a small smile.

suddenly a car began to drive towards them and they all made to get out of the car. "here we go" five sighed again, he was doing that a lot, y/n realised.

the car continued to drive past them, stopping a few metres away.

"if this all goes sideways.. do me a favour and tell dolores i'm sorry" five turned to luther who nodded slowly.

as five walked away from them y/n leaned back against the car.

"i have a bad feeling about this" she nervously picked at her nails and luther frowned, looking over at her.

"why? what's wrong?"

"that.. i don't know yet" she looked down the road, "i just.. feel like something's off" she shook her head as five walked back, leaning next to her.

luther stepped forwards a bit, "what happens now?"

"now we wait" 

barely a moment later they heard the music of an ice cream truck. y/n squinted against the sun and wind, trying to work out who it was. she took a moment to focus, sensing klaus, diego and ben. uh oh.

as the car got closer luther turned to five, "is that her?"

"luther, you idiot" y/n shook her head, "it's klaus and diego" right on time klaus waved to them as they passed.

the two assassins begun shooting, thinking it was a set up and y/n raised her arms to cover her head as luther stepped in front of her and five to block any shots.

suddenly time stopped.. well, only for five.

he frowned down at y/n next to him, the girl cowering in on herself. he felt bad for bringing her into something like this but she was very persistent.

he slowly stepped under luther's arm, looking at everyone frozen in slight confusion.

"neat trick, isn't it?" a feminine voice called out behind him and he turned to face the woman he had asked to see. the handler. she stared at him, pulling the veil over her face up and onto her hat instead before pulling her sunglasses off.

"hello, five" she smiled, "you look good.. all things considered" she softly gestured to all of him.

"it's good to see you again" he nodded back,

"feels like we met just yesterday, 'course you were a little bit older then" she teased, "congratulations on the age regression, by the way. very clever, threw us all off the scent"

"ah, well, i wish i could take credit" five shrugged, looking away. "i just miscalculated the time dilation of projections and.. well, you know, here i am" his gaze met hers once again, throwing his hands up before putting them back in his pockets, casually.

"you realise your efforts are futile" the handler shifted so that her briefcase was behind her, "so, why don't you tell me what you really want?"

"i want you to put a stop to it" five moved his own hands behind his back. 

"you realise what you're asking for is next to impossible even for me" she shook her head, "what's meant to be is meant to be. that's our raison d'etre" 

"yeah?" five smiled sarcastically, pulling a gun from his shorts "well how about survival as a raison?" 

"i'll just be replaced, i am but a small cog in a machine" the handler waved it off, ignoring the gun pointing straight at her heart. "this fantasy you've been nurturing about summoning up your family to stop the apocalypse is just that.. a fantasy. i must say though, we'll quite impressed with your initiative, your stick-to-it-tiveness, really quite- quite something. which is why we want to offer you, a new position back at the commission, in management" the handler held a hand up, smiling like her offer was an obvious choice.

"sorry what's that now?" five scoffed as she stepped closer, hand tightening on the gun.

"come back to work for us again, you know it's where you belong" 

"well, it didn't work out too well the last time" he glared up at her, not liking the persistence.

"oh but you wouldn't be in the correction department any longer, i'm talking about the home office, you'd have the best health and pension and an end to this ceaseless travel" she laughed freely, "you're a distinguished professional in.. school boy shorts. we have the technology to reverse the process. i mean you- you can't be happy like this" she slowly pushed his gun down, stepping ever closer.

"i'm not looking for happy" he spat through gritted teeth.

the handler only tilted her head, eyeing him carefully before raising a hand to stroke his cheek, "we're all looking for happy. we can make that happen, we can make you.. yourself again"

five huffed a laugh, gesturing to his siblings. "what about my family?"

"what about them?" the handler raised an eyebrow, acting like she didn't already know he intended to save them.

"i want them to survive" 

the handler took in a deep breath, taking in the sight of luther protecting y/n who was still crouching against the car as well as diego and klaus who were in the middle of crashing the ice cream truck.

"all of them?" 

"yes, all of them" he narrowed his eyes at her,

the handler gave him a small smirk, moving towards the recoiled girl. five watched carefully, waiting to see what she would do.

"it's such a shame.. she would have done well with us. if only we could take her too" she reached a hand out, about to touch her but five moved first, spacial jumping in front of her and grabbing her hand. he held her away from y/n.

"don't touch her" he snarled, unmoving from his protective stance. 

"my my, five, i didn't expect such protectiveness from you" the handler merely smirked, stepping away. as they walked back she once again proposed her deal.

"well" the handler begun, reaching a hand into her pocket and pulling out her sunglasses before putting them back on her face. "i'll see what i can do from them.. do we have a deal?" she reached a hand out to him, awaiting his acceptance. he merely stared at her hand before sighing,

"one thing" five stepped back, putting his gun in his shorts again. he walked over to hazel's gun on the floor, taking out the ammunition and chucking it on one side of the road before chucking the rest of the gun to the other. he turned and walked back, noticing the bullet headed towards luther and y/n. he frowned, using his pointer finger and thumb to move it over so that it would hit the car instead of them.

as soon as he shook her outstretched hand they disappeared and time was restored.

y/n shivered, ignoring the bullet hitting the car next to her and the way her siblings scrambled around to get away quick. she allowed herself to be shoved into the car with klaus and diego, spaced out.

"you alright?" diego turned to her while klaus stuck the middle finger up at hazel and cha cha. 

"i felt someone else.. it was only for a moment but i felt someone.." she spoke solemnly, staring at her shaking hands. "and then five just.. disappeared"

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[mochegato]

Blanket Excuses

This was not Dick’s night.  Most nights weren’t but this one especially, was not his night. He understood there was a possibility of botching his date, but he really didn’t expect to strike out with two girls. It took a special kind of sucking to pull that off.  Granted Wally and Roy had done worse before, but still, it really, really made for a miserable walk back to Titans headquarters.

He collapsed on the couch and dropped his head on Marinette’s shoulder with a whine.  Marinette chuckled and patted his head.  She held up the edge of her blanket for him as an invitation that Dick readily accepted, cozying up under it with her and trying to distract himself with the movie she was watching.

“Rough night?”  Her voice was sympathetic but still had an edge of amusement that he didn’t appreciate.  He’d full out laughed at her when the roles had been reversed a few months ago and she had been the one whining about a failed date, but still, now it was him going through it and she was supposed to be on his side.

He nodded his head mutely.  “Date not go well?” she cooed.

“Compared to the last few?  Brilliantly,” he scoffed, sitting a bit straighter and stealing some of her chips.  “Compared to… like… a real date?  No. Very much no.”

“That’s what happens when you run away in the middle,” Roy snorted.  He plopped down on the other side of Dick and tried to take some of the blanket as well.

Marinette sucked in a breath and stared at Dick wide eyed, amusement tugging at her lips.  “Oh no. You didn’t.”  She suddenly glared at Roy when her blanket was completely removed from her so he would be covered, exposing her to the significantly cooler air. She tugged it back away from him firmly. “Mine.  I worked hard to get that warm.”

“Thank you,” Roy smirked, tugging the blanket back again. “I appreciate your efforts.”

“Hey!  You’re about to appreciate my efforts to kick your ass,” Marinette hissed at him.  She tucked the blanket around her and Dick in a vain attempt at making it harder for him to steal.

Dick let out a pitiful whimper and pushed his face further into Marinette’s shoulder, completely ignoring their usual banter; it was more like white noise at this point, since they were all so accustomed to it. “It’s not like it was going well before that anyway.  At least this way I had an excuse for the epic failure.”

Marinette rolled her eyes and returned her focus to the movie.  “Excuses,” she singsonged.

“And then there was the girl after you stopped the mugging,” Roy added with a smirk.  “That almost went well…  She left laughing anyway.”

“You were there for that!” Dick exclaimed before sinking down into the couch cushions.  His cheeks flushed deep red as a groan escaped.  He didn’t think anyone had been there to witness that particular failure.  He refused to even look at Marinette, but he could feel her shaking from trying to keep in her laughter.  He brought the blanket over his head, stealing it from Marinette in the process. Served her right, the traitor, let her freeze… or at least shiver a tiny bit.

“Maybe it’s your kissing,” Roy offered, only a hint of teasing in his tone.

If Dick didn’t know him so well, he might have taken him seriously.  “I hate you,” he grumbled under the blanket.

“Roy!  That’s mean,” Marinette chastised.  She pulled the blanket away from Dick’s head and covered herself with the warmth again before she slung an arm around Dick’s shoulders protectively.

“I just meant maybe… Zatanna can teach you how to kiss. She’s really good.  And practice can’t hurt,” Roy shrugged innocently.

Dick’s head shot up to glare at Roy.  “How do you know how good she is?”

“You don’t know it has anything to do with his kissing. Maybe they just weren’t the right partners or maybe it was just the wrong timing,” Marinette protested defensively. It didn’t mean there was something wrong with a person just because they couldn’t make bad dates go well.  Dick wasn’t the only one that hadn’t had the best track record with dating lately, but at least he’d gone on some, unlike her. Not that she didn’t have opportunities, her eyes flicked to Roy for a fraction of a second, she just didn’t have the interest in random dates right now.

She turned to Dick with an encouraging smile.  “You haven’t even gotten to that point with any of them, right?”

“No… but maybe that’s the problem.  I should start out with kissing…” he offered thoughtfully.

Marinette smacked him in the forehead and shoved him away with a groan, and taking the entirety of her blanket with her. “You’re spending too much time with Brucie.”

“Okay, but hear me out,” Roy interrupted, “Zatanna is a pretty good kisser and she’s nearby.  And she might be willing to help.”

“Again, how do you know that!” Dick demanded, looking up from trying to wrestle the blanket back so he could glare at him.

“Hey!  I’m a good kisser.  And I’m right here.  What about me?” Marinette objected.

“I’m absolutely not suggesting you,” Roy grumbled, his teasing smirk falling away instantly.

Marinette knew she was just another team member to Roy, so he didn’t think about kissing her any more than he did about Garth, but so was Zatanna, and it stung more than she wanted to think about that not only was Roy’s go to person for kissing Zatanna, he didn’t even consider Marinette in the running.

“You’d be willing to kiss me?” Dick asked, whipping his head to her.

Marinette’s eyes widened, only just now realizing what she was arguing.  “I… oh, um…”

“Of course not!” Roy insisted for her.

“Excuse me?” she exclaimed, shifting around on the couch to face him, a scowl firmly placed on her lips.

Roy blinked as his mind raced trying to find an excuse.  “You’re… you… don’t just kiss people.”

“Dick isn’t just people,” Marinette huffed, almost losing the blanket and smacking Dick in the face as she motioned toward him.

“Well, he sure as hell isn’t your type,” Roy snapped.

“Hey… I might be insulted by that,” Dick pouted. He pulled the blanket back around him and Marinette and moved closer to her.  

“What?  What do you think my type is?  He’s sweet, funny, smart, supportive, handsome.  Which one of those isn’t my type?” Marinette demanded

Dick’s chest puffed out.  He opened his mouth to continue that particular conversation but before he could, Roy cut in.  “He’s a player.  He dates anyone who looks at him.”  Dick frowned at him.  And now his best friend was insulting him and ruining his chances with Marinette, which granted he hadn’t seriously considered before tonight but he most definitely wouldn’t be opposed to practice kissing with.  This night was definitely not going well for him.

“He is not a player.  He’s gone on a few dates…” Marinette started defensively.

“Nightly,” Roy cut in.

“Hey!  What the Hell, man?” Dick squawked, throwing his hands up in offense.

“Just because you’re a boring, fossilized, stuffed shirt…” Marinette snarked to Roy.  She crossed her arms over her chest and pretended to return her attention to the movie.

“I am not a stuffed shirt!” he yelled back.  “Or boring,” he added on quickly.

Dick looked back and forth between the two of them and sighed. “You know, I think I’m going to see what Wally’s up to…” he tried to cut in, but his voice, even elevated, was not enough to break the contentious air between Marinette and Roy.  He looked between the two of them waiting for either one of them to acknowledge him.  He leaned forward to get up from the couch still waiting, hoping disrupting their eye contact might garner their attention, but when they just moved slightly in a synchronized motion, to continue their glaring, he threw the arms up with a groan.

Probably best he didn’t ask to kiss Marinette anyway, judging by the atmosphere going on right now, it likely would have just made it three women he struck out with tonight.  “Unbelievable,” he grumbled, grabbing his jacket and stalking out.

Marinette snorted.  “Yeah whatever.  I bet you have an exciting night of regaling whoever you can trap on the phone, all about your new counters.”

Roy sputtered, suddenly having lost all his words, because that was in fact his plan when he got home.  After checking in on Lian, making sure she was asleep, and giving her a kiss on the head, he was planning on telling Garth about his kitchen renovation before he left.  He scowled at her and grabbed her blanket away from her in retribution.  “Oh like you’re so exciting.  You don’t go out either!”

“I have fun,” she pouted, taking sudden interest in the remote on the coffee table.

“Right.  When was the last time you went out?  You do this and school.  That’s it.” His voice was sharp and pointed, almost accusatory.

“Going out doesn’t make you not boring,” she argued, refusing to let him have this win.  She might not be hanging out as much anymore and she might not be interested in dating in the last few months since she started working more with Roy, but that didn’t mean she was boring.  “Bruce goes out all the time, constantly, and have you ever had to sit through a meeting with him?  Boredom is the most complimentary way to describe it.”

“I wasn’t even talking about dating, although you haven’t done that in a while either,” Roy started, his voice softening slightly.

“How do you know?” Marinette demanded.  She didn’t think Roy paid that close of attention to her. He certainly hadn’t discussed anything like it with her.

“I haven’t heard Lilith squeal in a while,” he deadpanned. “But what I meant is: when’s the last time you hung out with us?”  Marinette looked guiltily, because he wasn’t wrong.  She had avoided them, him especially, lately in an effort to gain distance and perspective for her heart.

He motioned between the two of them.  “We used to do stuff all the time but now you’re always too busy.  You never…” He paused suddenly.  That wasn’t something he had meant to say.  He hadn’t meant to make it quite so personal and expose himself in that way.

He opened his mouth a few times looking for an excuse or a deflection.  “Right, Dick?” he asked with a strained smile.  He blinked as he noticed the empty space between them.  “Oh.”

Marinette started pulling at the blanket to get it back and have some semblance of a shield no longer needing it for warmth as much as a barrier.  Roy pulled at the blanket at the same time, in an attempt to get her attention.  She huffed at the call out and the incessant taking of her defense mechanism.  She whipped her head up to face him, shoving her finger in his chest.  “You’re changing the subject.  This all started because you called me a bad kisser.”

Roy gasped and let go of the blanket in surprise. “That is not… I never said that.”

Marinette fell back from the sudden loss of resistance but pushed back up quickly.  “You said you would never suggest me as someone to go to for kissing advice.”

Roy scowled and pulled the blanket harshly.  “That is not what I meant.”

Marinette yanked the blanket stronger than Roy had expected, and he fell forward onto her.  He was barely able to brace himself to stop before they crashed together. His arms extended on either side of her, holding himself just above her, his chest skimming hers.  Marinette’s breath hitched at the contact.  Whatever retort she had planned died on her slightly parted lips as her eyes studied his as they darted between her lips and eyes.

He parted his lips and wet them to say something he was convinced would be charming, but she stopped him before he could.  She pulled him down to her, eliminating any distance between them, before she could second guess it, pressing her lips to his needily, like this might be the last chance she had to do it and wasn’t about to leave anything out.  He matched her every move and emotion, demanding her attention and affection. He wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her closer against him even as he pushed her against the couch, attacking her lips hungrily.

After a few minutes, they pulled away, gasping for air. When they were finally able to breathe normally, she smirked at him.  “See, I am a good kisser,” she whispered cheekily.

Roy grinned and closed the distance again until their lips were centimeters apart.  “You certainly are.  But I think I could use more convincing,” he murmured before kissing her again.  This time the kiss was softer and sweeter, more assured but just as passionate and breathtaking.

He broke away again, just far enough to tenderly caress her cheek and smile adoringly at her.  “For the record, I never doubted your skill.  I just didn’t want you kissing someone else.”

Marinette’s face went slack before her cheeks heated up in embarrassment.  “Oh.” She looked down for a second and took a deep, calming breath before she returned her attention to Roy.  “So, does that mean you aren’t interested in practice lessons with me?”

Roy grinned against her lips.  “I could definitely use the practice from an expert, if you’re willing.”  Marinette hummed in affirmation and pulled him down again.  Roy stopped them just before they kissed.  “How would you feel about moving this to my apartment?” he asked, the first hint of uncertainty leaking into his voice.  “I just… Lian is at home and I want to get back to her.  I understand if you don’t want to…” he rushed to add but Marinette cut him off with a peck on the lips.

“You’re incredibly sexy when you’re a good dad.” The captivating grin she gave him sent his heart into a rate that would rival Wally’s at top speed.

Roy smiled softly.  “Well, I hope I’m incredibly sexy then…” he froze for a second.  “I mean… no, that sounded…”

Marinette cut him off again with another kiss, soft and supple.  “I know what you meant.”

Roy smiled wider and his fingers traced her jaw.  “I could get used to getting cut off that way.”

Marinette bit her lower lip to try to contain her smile. “We should get going before we get distracted again.”

Roy chuckled and nodded in agreement.  “You are very distracting.”  He pulled her onto her feet and into his arms for a momentary distraction before they left.  She followed him willingly, letting the blanket fall to the floor, no longer needing it to keep her warm.

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