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aemondavenue · 11 months

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desolate: part ii {aemond targaryen x reader}

word count: 2.6k

parts: one | two

warnings: 18+. smut. angst. proceed with caution.

note: all grammar mistakes are my own. this is a part 2, but will not be too confusing if you haven't read part 1. thank you for reading <3

Aemond blinked awake as the morning sun peeked through the curtains of his chambers. His sleep was usually short and interrupted as his constant edge made him easy to wake. Not last night, though, with you beside him. Within himself he couldn't make out why.

He thought about the last time he slept in the company of someone else, a woman. He cringed into himself when he realized it was his mother. The time was years ago. He was a smaller, younger. He had a spell of nerve pain during dinner and fled to his room. Alicent followed not far behind him. Where he would usually slam the door shut and lock it behind him, he neglected to then. With his hand cradling the left side of his face, he begged her, yelled at her, to leave. He was glad that she didn’t. She drew shapes on his palm until he fell asleep. He woke up to her still in his room asleep in the chair beside his bed. He apologized to her that morning. She told him not to, not for that.

He shook the thought out of his head and instead focused on how he couldn’t witness the sunrise this morning as he usually did. He slept for longer than usual. He turned his head down to finally look at you bundled beside him, back still to his chest.

Your words from last night racked through his mind as he studied the side of your face. He thought about the reasons why you would want more attention from him. He didn’t think himself good company to keep, not good enough for someone like you. Yet, here you were.

Shortly after his waking, you awoke as well. Still admiring you, he saw you begin to stir in your sleep. Shit.

When he saw your eyes begin to flutter open, he instinctively pretended to be sleeping again and then slowly blinked and opened his eye as if he were waking with you. You shift beside him and he sees you looking up at him.

“You stayed,” you smile lightly.

“Yes,” he responds, “However, Criston is expecting me in the training yard.”

Your face falls.

“Uh- but I’m sure he can wait,” he sputters trying to fix his misspeaking.

You roll your eyes and push his arm off of you.

“You have not one romantic bone in your body, husband,” you lift yourself from the bed and stand up, “don’t let me stop you from going about your day.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. Stay with me.”

“Well, I have plans with Helaena, so it seems we’re both busy,” you move to the window to open his curtains. He uses his hand to shield his eye from the brightness.

“I can cancel on him and I’ll clear my meetings for the day,” he says to you.

“Very sweet, but no need as I will not be canceling my plans for you, husband,” you respond as you begin to make your way to the door.

“Will you be back here tonight?” he calls out behind you.

“We’ll see,” you respond with your back to him as you exit the room, the door closing behind you.

The only semblance left of you was your scent in his sheets.

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Later that night on his way back to his chambers, Aemond stops himself from the urge to go to your room and ask you to sleep with him again that night. He did not want to rush you. He moves on his path to his own room.

Once he enters, he is surprised to see you on his bed.

He stops in his tracks.

“Should I see myself out?” you tilt your head at him with a glint in your eyes.

“Of course not,” he responds and you notice his eye raking your body. You were wearing a white linen night gown tonight. Lace detailing decorated your neck line.

He moves to undress himself and get ready for bed.

“I can help you,” you jump up from the bed and approach him. You push his own hands away from his belt buckle and unclamp it for him. You focus on the individual notches on his tunic as he looks at you. Once you notice his gaze, you hold yours with his.

“Are you doing this because you want to fuck?” he chimes.

“You can interpret this however you want, husband-“

Without hesitation, he grabbed your waist, turned you around, and bent you over the bed so your stomach hit the mattress. You could feel him lift your gown until-

“Wait! Hold on!” you chime in, pushing yourself from the bed and turning to him, “be gentle at first!”

“Why? That is not effective.”

“Yes it is! It is about feeling everything.”

“I’m not good at gentle.”

“I could teach you.” you huff out of breath.

“And where did you learn about gentle sex?” He raises his eyebrow.

“Where did you learn about sex in general, husband?”

His face falls for a moment, “This isn’t about me.”

“But I-”

“Tell me how you want me to make love to you as you say.”

“... Well, I do enjoy reading.”

“You do.”

“I have read in the novels that we have the option to undress each other first,” your eyes avert away towards the conclusion of your sentence.

“Oh. Are those the kinds of texts you've been reading all this time?” there was amusement in his expression now.

“Wha- No!”

He throws his now unbuckled tunic to the nearest chair and begins fumbling your gown, “I am not judging you. Arms up,” You did as you were told and he pulls your gown over your head, leaving you in just your underwear.

“Okay,” you move to grab his hand and pull him to the bed, you both sit on the edge of it.

“This is the part where … you kiss me and touch me softly,” you then closed your eyes and waited intently for him to make the next move.

He nodded, though, you couldn’t see him. A small smile crept on his face. He didn’t know what part of you to take in first: the silliness of the sight of you waiting for him with puckered lips or the hardness of your exposed nipples. He licked his lower lip in anticipation.

His hand reached to turn your face towards him, press your mouth in a kiss. Then your a kiss to your chin. Then your neck. Then your collar bone. He pulled away for a moment to meet your eyes with his.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered.

He pulled you in for a harder kiss this time before guiding you further onto the mattress and positioning himself between your legs. He continued his trek of planting kisses all across your chest. The feel of his lips in tandem with his breath on your torso made you shudder.

His mouth moves to your breast and pauses there before suckling on the flesh, then on your nipple. You gasp at the sensitivity. For a moment he stays there and then shifts to give attention to your other breast. You reach your hand to run your fingers through his silver mane. You couldn’t tell who was more pleased in that moment: you or him. You smiled as a content hum escaped his lip. Undoubtedly, it was him.

You could feel his hands pull at the hem of your underwear. He only unlatched from your chest as way to better free you from your garments. He threw them out of view. You saw him sit for a moment to take in the view of you. He caught sight of your glistening center.

“Look how ready you are for me,” he says under his breathe.

You nod.

“Tell what they do next in those stories your read, my eager girl,” he teases.

You nudge him with the side of your foot and he laughs.

“Do you touch yourself while reading these novels, eager girl? Who do you imagine in place of your hands?” he says as he drags both palms along your inner thighs.

“Please,” you manage to say.

“Please what?”

“Touch me more.”

“Where?” he tilts his head.

“You know where,” you urge him.

“I’m afraid I don’t-“

You grab his hand from your though move it closer to your center.

“Ohhh, you mean here,” he taps your aching cunt and you hiss.

His traces his fingers along your slit, gathering your wetness along with it. He pulls his fingers away to examine the dampness you’ve left on his fingers. Your jaw drops slightly as you watch him bring them to his mouth, licking them clean. He hums at the flavor.

You watch as he adjusts himself onto his stomach and leans his head onto your inner thigh. Then he looks at you.

“May I taste you?” he says.

Mouth still partially hung open you respond with a breathless, “Yes.”

He proceeds with a long drag of his tongue across your cunt. He collects the wetness at your opening and gathers it to your clit. He rotates between swirling his tongue and suckling on the bud, eliciting moans from you pouting mouth. You grab at the sheets beneath you.

His tongues coaxes whimpers to escape your mouth as he continues his attack on your clit. Periodically moving back to your core to collect the nectar he has extracted out of you. He treated it as his prize. His reward for making you feel so good. You would blush at the joy he is deriving from this act if you weren’t so lost in the bounds of your own pleasure. Your clawing at the sheets and bucking hips into his face only came to him as greater signs to keep going.

He groaned into your cunt. He basked feel of your fingers entangling in his hair, tugging at his tresses whenever his nose bumped your bundle of nerves in that perfect way. He ignored the painful throb of his cock and bucked hip hips to relieve the pressure.

“I love making you feel good, my love, give it to me please,” he briefly pulled away before continuing to coax your peek out of you.

His tongue continued to lap at your cunt. He was diligent. Desperate for you to finish on his face. You barely heard his encouragements as your head rolled back deep into the pillow. Your back arched offed the bed as your legs flailed beside the sides of his head, overwhelmed with pleasure. He kept you pinned to that position for him as that rush of heat surged from your center and the through your whole body. Culminating, in a moan from you that echoed off the back wall of his chamber.

He pulled away, lips puffy and eyes glazed over. He sat back up on his legs and looks down at the now prominent outline in his pants. He looks at you still in recovery from your orgasm and reckons you’ve had enough. He begins to crawl to lay beside you.

“You’re done?” you pout at him.

“I reckon that you are finished, my love,” he smiles at you.

“I’m not not without you. I want you to finish too.”

“You think you can take me now?” he questions.

“Yes I can,” you nod at him and try to look more composed.

He finally removes the rest of his garments. You try not to react as he releases himself from his trousers. This wasn’t his first time revealing himself to you, but you still found it awe inducing how he managed to fit you.

He adjusted himself between your legs. He grabbed ahold of himself and teased his cock at your entrance. You were still sensitive from the work from his mouth. He dragged himself along your slit until eventually sliding himself in. Both of your jaws dropped in unison.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “so ready for me.”

His pace starts with a slow rhythm. With hooded eyes he makes sure you’re adjusting to him nicely. He revels in every single sound his thrusts elicit from your lips. You pull him in to kiss you, muffling your own moans with his mouth. He feeds on them. The pace was torturous for him, but you were right, he somehow felt more of you this way.

Aemond moved his hand to massage the meat of your thigh. Then lifting it over his shoulder for a deeper penetration. You gasped at the fuller feeling. Your pleasure drowned out the tinges of pain that came from the new angle. You clawed at his back in desperation. The feel of your nails digging into his skin prompted his thrusts to become more harsh. He groaned in your ear, you knew for sure he wanted to go faster.

“You can give me more. I’ll take anything you give me,” you whimpered in his ear.

He wasted no time. His thrusts became sharp and unrelenting. His hips colliding with yours at a rapid velocity. Again and again sheathed himself deeply inside you. His pelvis bumping against your already swollen clit. Your moans drowned out his occasional grunts into your neck.

He then sat straight up making sure to keep his cock buried inside you. He gripped your hips and moved them in tandem with his thrusts. His groans became less strangled and more desperate you knew he was chasing his own orgasm. You didn’t think you could meet him there, some how he knew.

“Need you to hold on for me, Issa jorrāelagon.”

“I can’t it’s too much, not again,” you protested, but you didn’t want him to stop.

“On my cock this time, please? For me?” he begged.

His thrusts in this position persistently hit that same spot inside you. He moved his hand to where his pelvis met your clit and began to work at your nub with his thumb. You knew you weren’t gonna last for him as your legs began to shake beside him. He gripped your waist harder with his other hand and you could feel him losing his rhythm, but his strokes became more cruel.

Your weeps halted as your breath caught in your throat. Your climax overtook you violently. You shoved his hand away from your clit. Your pleasure was harrowing. Your mind couldn’t take it, but your body betrayed you.

He rode out your orgasm in a chase with his own. His groans became more shallow. His hips were ruthless and his mouth hung agape. You both yelped in sync as he came so hard you saw white. HIs final thrusts, as he now held himself above you, were sloppy. He was ensuring you were taking all the seed he had to offer you.

He then collapsed onto your chest, cock still sheathed inside of you.

“You think a baby will lay this time?” you chimed.

You felt his cock twitch inside you at your words.

“Don’t go getting me worked up again, wife,” he voices, “but yes, I think it will and if not we will try and try again,” you could feel him grin against you.

You giggle and run your palm over his back. He eventually releases himself from you, but continues to lay his head on your chest. You two stay like this for a while before he interrupts the silence.

“I’d like to be in your company more from now on if you wouldn’t mind,” he mentions.

“I’ll allow it,” you say and he laughs at your response.

He laid like that with his head resting on your chest for the rest of the night. You would fall asleep before him and he followed soon after content with the sound of your beating heart coaxing him to sleep.

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ok-boomerang · 3 months

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Hey Lena!

Zutara Drabble # 5 & 8, please. ^.^

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” & “Wanna bet?”

Katara knocked once, briefly, on the Fire Lord’s office door before pushing it open and inviting herself in. She and Zuko had worked together for so long—had been friends for so long—that they no longer had the need, or the patience, for a semblance of formality.

Katara supposed that on some unlucky day in the future she might walk in on him practicing his Iroh impression, or worse (better?), with his pants down. But per usual, the Fire Lord was merely at his desk, head in hand, as his glazed-over eyes scanned some boring parchment.

“Hey Zuko,” chirped Katara, feeling herself almost expand upon seeing him, upon seeing the transformation of his face when his eyes fell on her—the subtle widening of his right eye, the easy smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“Hey,” he said in response, setting his parchment aside and giving her his full attention. A piece of hair had fallen out of his top knot. “My favorite ambassador—"

“Mhm, whatever,” she joked back. “Funny how I become the favorite every time the fishing waters treaty is up for renewal—"

“You’re always my favorite, I just happen to point it out at specific times.”

Katara rolled her eyes, even though she felt her cheeks warm a little at Zuko’s words.

“Anyway,” she said, shrugging off that impossibility, “I’m just delivering the report on the healers in Fire Fountain City.” She handed him another piece of parchment, which Zuko took with some hesitation.

“The report on the healers—?” he muttered, eyes scanning the page. “But I didn’t need this for a couple more days—”

“Yes, well, Tanriq invited me to the Fire Lantern Festival tomorrow evening, so I got it done early.”

She watched as Zuko’s eyes stopped scanning the parchment, but he didn’t look up.

“Tanriq?” For some reason, his voice had gone up in pitch.

“Do you know another Tanriq?” Katara asked, curious at Zuko’s confusion.

“The—the ambassador from the Northern Water Tribe?”

“Of course,” said Katara slowly.

“You’re—together?”

“No,” she said immediately, and then chided herself. “I mean—I’m giving him a chance. So…maybe in the future? We’ll see how it goes—”

“It’s not going to go well,” Zuko interrupted her.

Katara blinked at him. “Huh?”

“I mean,” Zuko said, bringing his hands in front of him on the desk and rolling them together. “I just mean—it’s just a little odd, the two of you—the Fire Lantern Festival—"

“What’s so odd about it?” Katara asked, half surprised and half curious about the issue Zuko saw that she couldn’t. “I like festivals.”

“Right, but do you like them with Tanriq? I—I dunno you will.”

“Sure, he’s a little boring—”

“He doesn’t know you at all!” Zuko interjected, and then quieted, shifting his eyes. But he continued. “I mean, will he know to take you to the food stalls that sell ocean kumquats? Will he take you dancing early enough so you don’t miss the tsungi horn players?”

Katara laughed. “I can tell him not to!” she pointed out. “You don’t need to be worried for me, I’m sure we’ll have a fine time—”

“Wanna bet?”

Katara stared at him. “Do I want to…make a bet about whether I’ll enjoy myself on a date?”

“Um,” said Zuko, shifting in his seat so that the chair squeaked. The panic on his face did not match the regality of his formal robes. “No, that was uncalled for, sorry,” he said. “I—I—”

And as Zuko stuttered, and Katara stared at Zuko’s rapidly reddening cheeks, she came to an unlikely—but perhaps possible?—conclusion.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. She had to fight the urge to clap a hand to her mouth in horror. And if Zuko had looked skeptical whatsoever, she would have curled in on herself and scurried out the door like a goat dog with its tail between its legs. And then possibly quit her job and moved to the Foggy Swamp.

But Zuko didn’t look skeptical. Zuko did not calmly and coolly reject her suggestion. Instead, he noisily backed up his chair, stood, buried his hands in his hair, and yelped, “Me?! Jealous?! No—no, definitely not!” And then he laughed like an unhinged hyena leopard.

“I—” Katara started, over what sounded like the beginnings of a panic attack. “I—um,” she said, reminding herself that she was a waterbending master and teacher to the Avatar and she was not scared of anything—“I won’t go with him. If you—um—if you don’t want me to,” she said, knowing that her tone had drastically changed from teasing to serious.

Zuko’s laughter died down and he matched her serious expression. “Katara, no—I would never try to insert myself in your personal life—I’m sorry, I just got, um—” he paused, but didn’t finish his sentence.

“Can I take your bet then?”

“What?”

“But for the other side. I bet you I won’t have a nice time with Tanriq.”

“I—look—I was being childish—of course you’ll have a nice time—”

“Maybe,” she said, and Zuko’s face fell for the briefest moment before he schooled it to one of impassive regard once more. “But I think I’ll have a nicer time with someone who knows me better, like you said.”

Zuko looked away from her and stretched his arm behind him to rub the back of his neck. “I think you should go with whoever you want to go with,” he muttered.

Katara wanted to scream. But…she did want this more than she wanted to scream. “You,” she said, only a smidge of frustration in her voice. “I’d rather go with you.”

Zuko’s eyes snapped to hers. “Oh? Is that—is that—is that right?”

“If, um, if you want to,” she murmured, suddenly feeling her mortification rise. What if she’d gauged this wrong? She did get along with Hu in the Foggy Swamp. She could totally start a new life there.

“Yes,” Zuko said immediately. “I mean—yes. I do want.” His eyes were boring into hers.

“Um, great,” she said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “So…I’ll tell Tanriq nevermind…and you’ll just need to tell your guards—”

“No,” Zuko said, leaning forward now, and Katara felt her blood thrill. “Many of the festival goers will wear masks. We can too.

“Really? But I don’t have a mask—"

“Don’t worry, I have an idea for us.”

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nonexistent-introvert · 1 month

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count : 2.1k

content: Joel giving you life advice and assurance, him being your comfort.

A/N: It's been a hella long time, this may be a little too personal of a story but I have had a rough few months. And this was a little fic i wrote to comfort myself with my fav comfort character. Finally decided to post this in hopes that it may help someone ahaha.

“Have you ever wondered what it would be like if Ellie grew up pre-outbreak?” Joel’s eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Why the sudden deep question?” He questioned you back as he sipped on the steaming hot cup of coffee in his hand. You shrug, “Just a thought.”

Joel and you sat on his front porch, just watching the sunset over the horizon, a beautiful backdrop for Jackson’s village. He ponders your question for a while before sitting up in his chair, “You mean if she didn’t grow up during the outbreak, but before, when we didn’t have to worry about the infected?” He clarifies. You nod as you stare off into the distance, watching the various villagers go about their days. “I mean, she’s 18 this year. If life was normal she would probably be going off for college this year. Not- not going out for patrols and helping out around town, or even fighting for her life every time she’s out of Jackson.” You continue adding on. Joel hums, “College huh?” He lets out a small laugh at the thought of an education system. It had been too long since he had last heard about any form of education. “Mmm, she would probably be going off for college, like every other teenager back then, where she would figure out her life from there.” Joel hums as he imagines what it would be like in an alternate universe.

“Do you think she would be happier than now? If let’s say she had the chance to go to a college instead of fighting for her life.” You ask again. Joel places his mug down on the table separating the both of you. “Probably, I mean I never went to college properly but it would probably be better than fighting for your life.” You look at him as he answers, “You really think so?” Joel’s eyes widened and he let out another laugh, “Come on, who in their right mind would prefer our life now to back then?” You simply smile and laugh a little. “We only think that way because we had them to compare to, Ellie only knows life throughout the outbreak, she’s been fighting since she’s young, learning how to defend herself and survive. Even now at 18, she’s been doing the same things as she did since young, it’s a form of normalcy for her.” Joel turns his body to face you, “What’s your point exactly?” He asked, not quite understanding where you’re coming from. You meet his eye for a few moments, trying to search for the right words to voice your opinions.

“Becoming 18 was the scariest part of my life, and arguably the hardest part of my life too. That’s saying a lot since I literally survived 20 years in a stupid zombie apocalypse.” You laugh, and Joel gives you a judgemental look, he can list down a list of worse periods of his life compared to turning 18.

“Becoming 18 brought about so many changes in my life, I had to prepare myself for college, choosing a major, being in a completely new environment, new friends. I just felt so pressured and overwhelmed with everything. However for Ellie, ironically enough, she’s in a more stable environment than she has ever been. Jackson is the safest it gets around here, she can live a semblance of a normal life here, hanging out with friends, indulging in her hobbies, and doing typical teenage things. For someone go fought for their survival everyday, Jackson is practically a safe haven. Personally, I know 18-year-old me would have done anything for some semblance of stability back then.”

Joel just stares at you for a moment, he clears his throat upon noticing that you seemed to be getting a little emotional just thinking about it. “My life changed when I was 20, 18 wasn’t bad for me, I knew I wanted to be a musician so a music degree was the way to go but I had to drop out when Sarah’s mum got pregnant with her. I worked tirelessly to afford a wedding and eventually, our life together with Sarah, balancing college on top of multiple jobs would have killed me.” He shares with you, looking away as he realizes you’re trying to subtly wipe the tears that are forming in your eyes. “One moment I was a college student and then suddenly I was thrown out to the adulting world without any prior warnings, forced to adapt and overcome. Plus the pressure from both sides of the family regarding the pregnancy, fuck I thought I was gonna lose my mind.” Joel continues. “As much as I say that, it taught me to appreciate the small things in life, sure i have my regrets but seeing Sarah.. having Sarah turned out to be the biggest blessing of my life. No matter how much life hated me, it was easier every day when I see Sarah, she was the light in my world. It made all the shittty things I went through worth it.” He says confidently, you can see the pride shining in his eyes at the thought of Sarah. Your hands reach over to give his hand a little encouraging squeeze. Joel used to have trouble even talking about Sarah, but he had came a long way since then.

“I’m sorry I went on about my grandfather's story, it’s your turn.”Joel chuckles, he picks up his mug to take another sip of his coffee, you had always been a cheerful person, he was curious about how your life was at 18 for you to tear up just thinking about it.

You sat there silently for a few moments, then you inhaled deeply, trying to muster the courage to tell Joel. You never had the opportunity to share what you went through prior to this conversation with Joel.

“I didn’t have life as tough as you but I don’t know, I just felt so lost you know? I didn’t know what to do with my life.” You started, your body tensing up just at the memory of it. “I was so afraid of suffering in my chosen major if I ended up not liking it. I didn’t want to waste my time studying something I didn’t like. Then I spiraled and thought that if I chose the wrong major I would be condemned to a job or industry I hated. I couldn’t bear spending my time on a job that I didn’t like. I just felt so doomed and trapped at that point in time, I was so lost, I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life.” Your words started to leave your lips at a faster pace, just the memory of it evoked some overwhelming emotions inside you. Joel moved the table separating the both of you immediately and shifted his seat right next to you. He revealed his bare palm to you, a soft invitation for comfort. You placed your hand in his immediately, letting out a sigh of relief when he held your hand tightly, giving your hand a few squeezes to ground you. “It’s okay, you’re fine now.” He murmurs softly. Silence fell over the two of you as you took a few steadying breaths and he patiently waited.

“You didn’t talk to anyone about this? About how lost you were?” Joel questioned, a worried look on his face. His hand still holding yours. You shook your head, “Not in detail anyway, I tried asking in general. My dad caught hints of how I felt, he just kept telling me about how it's normal to feel lost and that I’ll figure it out along the way, but I just couldn’t shake the feeling of anxiety.” Joel’s eyebrows furrowed, this made him wonder if Ellie or Sarah had ever felt anxious before and he had just never caught on. “I started spacing out a lot, I couldn’t remain in silence because if there wasn’t something to occupy my mind, it would go back to overthinking about the future. I knew I wasn’t in a good place, but I felt my feelings were invalid since there were people out there in worse situations than me. So, I- I just smiled a little bigger and laughed a little louder, trying to mask how I felt inside.” Joel lets out a breath at that, “No one should ever feel like their feelings are valid. Just because you’re in a better situation doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve to feel that way. The feelings and pain you went through still affected you and hurt you, it was real.” Joel says firmly, a determined look in his eye. He firmly believed in that statement. You gave him a soft smile, “I just wished young me knew that, but knowing my stubborn ass, I would have continued to spiral anyways.”

Joel stretches his legs, letting out a grunt as he does so. “Have you ever thought of taking a gap year? To figure out what you wanted?” He suggested. “Thought about it, my dad didn’t like the idea of me wasting a year, he said the longer I waited the value of my grades loses and it would be even harder for me to get into college.” You answered. Joel let out a scoff, “It’s not a waste, it's better than you impulsively choosing a major and then regretting it for the rest of your life or even possibly destroying your mental health more trying to do well in something you found no joy in.” Yion shrugs, “At that point of time, I didn’t even want to commit myself to further studies, knowing me, I would have just settled for any job as long as it was stable even if it wasn’t the best choice financially for the long term.”

“There is no such thing as a stable job, every job has its own pros and cons. What matters is the fulfillment you get from it.” Joel answers. He would know, everyone around him didn’t like the idea of him becoming a musician because it took a stroke of luck to even do decently well and stand out in the industry but Joel knew for a fact that he wouldn’t enjoy anything else as much as he would being able to perform for people. It was the whole reason why he went ahead with his music degree. He would never know if it would turn out to be a choice he regretted since he had to drop out to support his family but until now, having the opportunity to study music was one of the best decisions he made. You sigh, “Well I felt like I had tunnel vision. I just saw myself on a path that led nowhere. Maybe I was in a bad place altogether too.” Joel hums in understanding. “You made it this far, even pulled through a whole apocalypse. Can’t say many people did the same. For someone who claimed they’re weak, you did make it 20 years in surviving an apocalypse. You laugh at the irony of it all, “Hm, turns out I did better when there weren’t many options. The only way to survive was to live, I didn’t have any other path to walk. The world narrowed it down for me.” Joel smirked, “Oh, how kind of them.” He replied sarcastically.

“So, do you think Ellie would be happier going off for college?” You asked again, linking back to the original question. Joel smiles, his eyes twinkling as the tangerine sunlight highlighted his features. “She would be happy as long as she finds the most suitable pacing for herself to move through life,” Joel concludes. “Life only seems fast-paced because everyone else moves at a fast pace but that doesn’t mean everyone can keep up. Determine your own pace and progress through at your own pace. It’s the only way you won’t feel stressed and pressured which tend to equate to you being content.”

Joel finishes his coffee. “Feeling lost is normal, it usually happens when you think you’re left behind and everyone is moving tenfolds faster than you. However, life was never meant to be some race to be the fastest, you could always set your own pace and continue moving forward. Being slower is better than pushing yourself past your limits and ruining yourself in the process.”

You look at him with admiration. Then you cleared your throat and laughed a little to lighten the tension. “Joel, that was really wise.” He looks over to you as he clears his throat too, trying to hide a small hint of a blush. “Heh, must be the old age catching up.” He murmurs.

You stare onward, looking at Joel and then to the various villagers of all ages living their lives in Jackson. You smile subconsciously.

Everything does work out in the end.

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skzsauce01 · 1 year

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Stupid Cupid

Synopsis: Some people wear their hearts on their sleeves, but you and everyone else at this party wears them on their cheeks. Thanks, Lia. Thanks, Felix. Thanks, Chan. College AU.

Warning: alcohol

Word Count: 2.4k

Pairing: fem!reader x Bang Chan

You suspect that Lia didn’t tell you the party theme because she knew that if you found out that there was any semblance of romance, you would have opted to stay home instead. She apologizes with her eyes while Cupid, also known as Felix, sticks a bright red heart on your cheek.

“Remember when I helped you study for the philosophy midterm?” you try to bargain with Felix. You didn’t even know he was in the same service fraternity as your roommate until tonight. His passionate discussion about altruism signaled that he was part of one, but having never heard of Chi Upsilon Rho (XYP) before Lia’s rushing, you assumed it was small and obscure. The large house crowded with guests proudly wearing their own hearts that you stand in now, disproves you completely.

“Sorry, rules are rules. You’re single, aren’t you?”

You sigh and smooth the sticker, your own scarlet letter for the horrible sin of being alone on Valentine’s Day. After three bad dates and one cult recruitment disguised as a date, you were content with celebrating the holiday with a cheap bottle of wine and a bingeable Netflix show. Last night, Lia framed the party invitation as a thank you for helping her bake macarons for XYP’s Paw-sitively Sweet Bake Sale, and since you recently decided that you should actually start doing college things, you accepted without a second thought.

“Sorry,” Lia echoes as her own cheek is embellished with a purple heart struck with an arrow. Her heart-shaped blush beneath the sticker blends into her skin as a particular boy catches her eye.

You raise your eyebrows, a knowing smile slowly creeping onto your face, and she turns even redder if possible. One mediocre night of for a month’s worth of teasing material is an excellent trade.

With his spray-painted gold bow, Felix gestures to the rest of the house. “Find your match!”

“Sorry,” Lia again repeats as she leads you deeper into the house. She keeps one arm behind her to guide you, but even then you’re having difficulties keeping up. Too many people are standing in the middle of pathways, pausing to study the faces of others in their vicinity. You should be doing the same as per the rules, but finding Yeonjun, Lia’s crush of six months, is the main priority.

At last, she stops in the kitchen. Someone pushes a cup full of mystery liquid into your hand, and you readily drink. You can’t place the taste, but it’s definitely cheap.

“I’ll buy you boba tomorrow if that makes you feel better,” Lia says abruptly as she pours herself some vodka, her alcohol of choice when she needs to loosen up. “In my defense, you would have said ‘no’ if I gave you the details. But now you also get to see me embarrass myself trying to talk to him. Ugh, I couldn’t see what kind of heart he had.”

“He’s the only reason why I’m staying,” you assure. You raise your cup in mock toast. “Here’s to you finally working up the nerve to ask him on a date.”

She groans, “No, don’t put this kind of pressure on me!” but smacks her cup against yours anyway before heading out to the terrace.

While she says hello to her brothers and sisters and random people she seemingly knows, you lean against a wall, eying the endless stream of strangers coming in and out of the house. Your vision swims with shades of red and pink, Valentino to Valentine and everything in between. Boys wearing rosy shirts under sherpa jackets, girls in pastel turtlenecks and corduroy dresses, everyone adorned with markers of availability—this entire party is Valentine’s Day personified. It’s fascinating to see how shy and how bold some people are tonight. So entranced by a pair that are obviously complete opposites, you nearly miss Yeonjun, who you note also has a purple heart on his cheek. He’s too far to discern the details, but you hope there’s an arrow. Felix better have matched up Yeonjun and Lia or else he’ll have to endure lamentations from both you and Lia tonight.

You wordlessly grab Lia’s elbow, and she quickly ends the conversation she’s having. When you tell her about his heart, her eyes grow to the size of dinner plates.

“Calm down,” you tell her as you pull her to the other side. “You haven’t even spoken to him, and you’re practically hyperventilating.”

“I am calm!” Nonetheless, she sips from her cup and softly swears when she spills vodka on her top. “Should I really ask him?”

“Yes, if only to provide me with entertainment.”

“You’re horrible.”

“I baked macarons for an animal shelter. I’m an angel of being.”

While Lia presumably rolls her eyes, someone steps in front of you, and you make to walk around him until he reaches for your shoulder.

“Hey,” he says, “you’re my match.”

The mischievous grin you’ve had on smooths into a more cordial smile as you debate whether you can afford to be rude to him. Does he want to flirt, or is he just saying hello? Will he be offended if you reject his advances, or is looking for any willing person to hook up with? You can never tell these days. He’s wearing the pink shirt from the Paw-sitively Sweet fundraiser—which is unbelievably cute for something made from pre-set graphics on a cheap custom t-shirt design site—so he’s definitely part of XYP. You glance at Lia for help.

It’s her turn to grin. You yell at her with your eyes, but she ignores it. “Chan, this is my roommate. The jam-filled, paw print macarons you liked? She’s the one who made them.”

So you have to be kind to him after all. Because your parents raised you right, you introduce yourself and graciously accept his compliments. “We’ve got to get somewhere right now, but it was nice to meet you.”

“I have to get somewhere,” Lia interjects as she starts taking small steps backwards. As you’re about to protest, she adds, “I’ll find you when I need you, okay? I’ll be fine.”

She was not fine five seconds ago, but if you put up a fight, Yeonjun will be lost to the crowds again. You swallow the excuses building in your throat and nod. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“You too. Chan, make sure she doesn’t try to leave in the next ten minutes.”

Chan gives her a thumbs-up, and Lia flashes you a smile that serves as both a warning and reassurance before disappearing past a group of boys dressed to the nines in white suits and pink ties. You angle yourself so that you’re watching Lia and pull out your favorite college conversation starter: “What’s your major?”

“Music and biology.” He laughs at your surprise and shrugs like balancing two wildly different and intensive majors isn’t difficult. “If I don’t make it as a producer in the next few years, then I’ll go to med school like my parents want. What about you?”

“Accounting. My parents wanted to be able to do their taxes for free.”

“Can you do mine too?”

You pretend to mull it over while you study Lia’s winding path through the crowds. Almost there. “I charge by the hour, if that’s alright. And you’re not allowed to complain about how long it takes me.”

“You know what, I changed my mind. Maybe in a couple years.”

Lia has reached Yeonjun now and wedged herself into his circle. You crane your neck to see if her mouth is moving or not, but an extra tall person is blocking your view. As you squeeze your cup in your hands—why did he have to stand right there—you hear herself reply to Chan, “Cool. Music producer, you said you were? What’s that like? Got any songs out?”

That ought to keep him occupied for a few minutes while you position yourself differently to continue watching the K-drama Lia is starring in. As expected, Chan is passionate about music and indulges your increasingly stupid questions. You almost feel bad for not being more attentive, but if he interprets your distance as disinterest, that’s also fine. Lia and Yeonjun are finally talking one-on-one. She hasn’t begun playing with the ends of her hair yet, so she’s relatively at ease.

“Why don’t we move away from the door?” you suggest to Chan during a pause. “I think I saw some open seats over there.”

There are no such seats, but you convince him to follow you closer to where Lia is. Fortunately, she doesn’t notice you, even with how conspicuous you look. “You were saying something about… screwdrivers?”

“Drill, actually. You know,” he says, “I think it’s really sweet that you’re looking out for your roommate, but you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“What?”

“Yeah, Yeonjun’s really nice.”

“No, I know that. She tells me all the time, trust me. It’s just that…” You’re pretty sure it’s against Girl Code to tell your friend’s fraternity brother about her crush, even if half the fraternity already knows. It’s probably even more crass to tell said fraternity brother that no, you don’t actually care about her wellbeing, you just want the details of what’s happening. “I don’t really like parties,” you settle on. It’s mostly truthful.

“Too loud, too many people? I can see why.”

“Not exactly. In my experience, a three-hour party only has two minutes of highlight reel material. The other two hours and fifty-eight minutes are usually me wishing I could go home. Nothing against parties, it’s just me.”

“But you’re here anyway. Let me guess, Lia promised you something?”

In the distance, Lia laughs loudly, twirling the last inch of her French braids. “Something like that.”

You hold your breath in anticipation and let out a muffled squeal when Yeonjun leans down to peel off the sticker on her cheek and kiss her there. Cheesy, melodramatic K-dramas are nothing compared to real life.

“That’s going in the highlight reel, isn’t it?” Chan says, his face soft.

“It’s the entire reel. It’s all I came for.” You sigh happily and celebrate by finishing whatever is left in your cup. “It was fun talking to you, but I’m going to head home. I’ll see you around.”

“You don’t wanna stay? What if something else happens? Besides, I don’t think Lia will let you leave so early.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

You mean it as a joke, not a flirty remark, but he turns a brilliant shade of red and stammers something about Felix bringing out leftover cookies from the bake sale later in the night. Chan is sweet for caring about you and is cute enough that you would agree to linger around the party longer under normal circumstances, but…

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend right now. Sorry for leading you on, but you know”—you tap your matching heart, cursing Felix and his faux angelic demeanor—“rules are rules, and I couldn’t get out of it.”

To your relief, he chuckles. He still resembles a tomato, but he’s chuckling and not upset that you’re not interested in his advances. “Nah, I get it. He’s the one who came up with the idea anyway. If Lia really won’t let you leave, come and find me. I can tell you more about drill since you seemed a little busy then.”

Under normal circumstances, you would have shamelessly admitted that you weren’t paying attention, but your body betrays you as you feel flushed from head to toe. “Thanks. Night.”

You find Lia, who surprisingly doesn’t wheedle you into staying any longer. Suspicious. You suppose she’s too distracted by Yeonjun’s arm around her shoulder to remember that her job as the overexcited inviter is to keep you for as long as possible. However, it’s explicitly against Girl Code to desert your friend at a party, even if said friend is mostly sober and okay with it, so you find a nice corner to languish in. Chan’s offer likely still stands, but after your big speech, the lonely corner feels more comfortable.

Felix does, in fact, bring out cookies and personally offers them to everyone like a gracious fairy. When he gets to you, your eyes glued to your phone, your body curled up on a battered couch, he asks, “What are you doing?”

“Waiting for Lia.” You show him your screen. “You wanna watch Animal Crossing island tours with me?”

“You didn’t find Chan yet?”

You take a chocolate chip cookie from him and take a ferocious bite. You don’t want to think about Chan right now. Too many embarrassing and confusing thoughts associated with him. “I did, but it’s more like he found me. We talked for a bit— wait, did you set me up with him? Felix!”

He shrugs innocently. “Every time I ask you about your weekend, all you tell me about is the most recent date you went on, and you make them seem really bad. Chan’s a good guy. I thought you would like him.”

“I’m not in the market for a boyfriend. Stop trying to play matchmaker. Cupid,” you amend when you notice that he’s about to correct you about his true title. “Thanks for the cookie. I’ll see you Thursday.”

He leaves you soon afterward, and you think you’re safe from interference, but Chan takes his place minutes later. His offering of a half-empty bottle of wine softens your objections, and you offer what little room of the couch that has not been claimed by an odd stain. He chooses to perch on the arm instead.

“Did Felix send you here?” you say. You palm the cool glass of the bottle, which soothes your increasingly warm skin, and serve the two of you.

“No, but he mentioned the Animal Crossing videos. Mind if I join you?”

“You really have nothing better to do?”

He laughs even though you haven’t said anything funny. “I’d rather hang out with you than play beer pong. Is it that hard to believe?”

“Considering you’re a frat boy, a little. But we can hang out.” You smile at the floor because it’s easier than smiling at him and remembering your previous behavior. “If you tell me about drill, I’ll listen this time.”

He replies, “Nah, I think Animal Crossing’s more interesting to me right now,” so you press play. It should feel silly for two people to huddle in a corner and coo over virtual items, but instead it’s surprisingly fun. Chan’s commentary keeps your eyes glazing over, and your loosened tongue spills out all of your own plans for your island designs. Then the conversation drifts into real estate into ramen into birds until a drunk Lia informs you that she’s ready to go home. You anticipated this much—cheap wine, a completed K-drama (courtesy of Lia), an emotional roommate—but not the unexpected question on your cheek.

~ ad.gray

craving more valentine's day stories? flowers for you // candy hearts

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jelzorz · 1 year

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139.

It's obviously not a good idea. Obviously. Nyx can't say she doesn't know that because she's had first hand experience with these kids. That Moonshadow elf girl has very sharp blades and a very short temper when she's prodded about stuff she doesn't want to talk about, and this, y'know, seems like something she won't want to talk about at all but still. Nyx is curious. She can't be blamed for that.

It's been smooth sailing for about a day. The only real drama has been trying to stay on Zym's good side because he, apparently, still hasn't forgiven her for trying to kidnap him which she supposes is fair. Other than that, it's been Rayla throwing up over the side of the ship and Callum watching and starting towards her and then changing his mind which is frustrating as it sounds because it's happened four times.

Nyx hadn't asked because she's got some semblance of tact, thank you very much. She'd spoken to their Crownguard friend instead:

"What's wrong with those two?"

"Hm? Oh." Soren had shrugged. "It's kinda complicated. They used to be a thing—"

"Yeah, no, I know all that, I was there." Nyx had waved him on impatiently. "What's wrong with them now?"

"Oh, uh." Soren shuffled awkwardly on the deck. "They kinda broke up."

"They kinda broke up?"

"Yeah but it's complicated. They obviously still like each other but y'know. They've gotta sort it out on their own. I wouldn't recommend bringing it up."

It's cute that Soren would think she would listen to his advice but Nyx takes pride in being a professional shit-stirrer and there's certainly shit here to stir. On land, this would be a stupid thing to do but Rayla is incapacitated on water which not only makes this safer, but more amusing. She sidles up to Rayla that afternoon while she's throwing her guts up (again) and nudges her elbow with a smirk.

"Your human friend's grown up a bit," she comments.

"Shame you haven't," snaps Rayla. The bite in her voice is impressive for someone who looks so green.

"I'm just saying," says Nyx casually. "He cleans up good. Heard he's back on the market."

Rayla's eyes narrow into a glare. "Excuse me?"

Nyx shrugs. "He seems like a pretty good catch if I do say so myself, and if you don't want him, then don't mind if I—"

"Don't even think about it," snarls Rayla.

"Why?" presses Nyx. "Thought you threw him back. Too little a catch?"

Admittedly, that last taunt might have been pushing it, and Rayla, rightly, draws a blade and levels it at Nyx's nose. "It's none of your business," she hisses. "Nose out, Nyx, or I'll take it off for you."

Touchy. Nyx studies Rayla, and beyond the sick, beyond the rage, there's a shame in her eyes that looks like it needs to be addressed. Nyx takes pity on her at last and presses the blade away with a finger.

"Birds like me are opportunistic," she says, "and you've got one heck of a fish. I'd just consider reeling him back in while he's still hooked, y'know? I don't imagine it'll be long before someone else notices what a catch he is." She throws in a wink to add a little flair before she stalks off again, leaving Rayla less green and considerably more red.

#in anticipation #rayllum #heard nyx is coming back and theres gonna be a boat #not sure how much sense this makes #im literally so sick just let me die

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nightprompts · 2 years

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&. 𝐬𝐩𝐲 𝐱 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken the first 3 volumes of the spy x family manga by tatsuya endo. feel free to change how you seem fit. )

❛ a spy who loses his cool is a spy who’s about to lose his life. ❜

❛ a father is just another role to play. and i will play it to perfection. ❜

❛ you’ll be my child from now on. but as far as everyone else is concerned, you have always been my child. ❜

❛ it’s not an adventure, it’s just shopping. ❜

❛ i want a silenced pistol! ❜

❛ if we see one on sale. ❜

❛ holding hands will impair my ability to react to an enemy attack, but i suppose there’s no way around it... ❜

❛ ooh, a bakery! i love bacon! ❜

❛ just don’t get attached, all right? never ends well. ❜

❛ i thought living with a spy would be cooler. i wanna disarm bombs and stuff. ❜

❛ making a world where kids don’t need to cry... that was the whole reason i became a spy in the first place. ❜

❛ if you want to have any semblance of a normal life, you leave me the hell alone. ❜

❛ i want to go home! with you, papa! ❜

❛ and now i’m falling asleep in front of other people? i have to pull myself together! ❜

❛ there’s no way around it then. i’ll go find a wife. ❜

❛ may i have the honor of taking your life? ❜

❛ you’ve been staring at me since i walked in. can i help you with something? ❜

❛ your pretend boyfriend? ❜

❛ so this must be what ‘ordinary’ looks like. ❜

❛ to endure such a harsh job for the sake of another, for the sake of something greater than oneself... that isn’t something that just anyone would do. ❜

❛ i know this isn’t the best time to ask, but... will you marry me? ❜

❛ instead of parting ways, what would you say to remaining together as an actual married couple for both our sakes? ❜

❛ this is the only man i may ever meet who could possibly accept me as i am. ❜

❛ for better or worse, for richer of poorer, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, i pledge myself to you. ❜

❛ the people look like trash from up here. ❜

❛ papa and mama are gonna kiss! ❜

❛ this sensation... i know it well. there’s no mistaking it. someone’s watching us! ❜

❛ everything will be okay. don’t be scared. ❜

❛ for the first time in over a decade as a spy... i’m actually nervous! ❜

❛ a spy never relies upon anyone but himself. and a spy never plans for any outcome but the worst. that said, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to feel just a tiny bit— ❜

❛ i know that this family is just for appearances, but i still feel like i want to be a better mother to that girl. ❜

❛ i love my strong, cool mama! ❜

❛ yeah, that anxiety’s not going anywhere. ❜

❛ so she’s the first to fall for my charms. she’s got taste, i’ll give her that. ❜

❛ i just held out my hand, and... he walked into it. ❜

❛ you and i should be best friends. after all, i’m the only one who knows how great you are! ❜

❛ why do i always get so tongue-tied when she looks at me? why does my heart start beating so loud? ❜

❛ i’m sorry for hitting you yesterday! i really just want to be your friend! ❜

❛ you are the mother in the family now, and i rely on you to be everything that i’m not. ❜

❛ i wonder how i’d feel if i had a real family? ❜

❛ everyone has a secret self they don’t show to other people. not to friends, not to lovers, not even to family. ❜

❛ i forgot that i had forgotten to tell you i got married! ❜

❛ close your eyes, darling. i’m coming in. ❜

❛ i’m just relieved he didn’t figure out our marriage is a sham. ❜

❛ when was the last time i was envious of other people? ❜

❛ g’morbingh. ❜

❛ if you value your life, never trust anyone. that’s just how people like you and me gotta live. ❜

❛ i’m really glad i married you. ❜

❛ we never did anything to celebrate our fake one-year anniversary. we should buy a cake or something. ❜

❛ you... protected me? are you... nice? ❜

❛ i can use my power... to help people? ❜

#spy x family #sentence starters #anime prompts #manga prompts #writing prompts #roleplay prompts #rp prompts #fluff prompts #dialogue prompts #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay memes #inbox memes #ask memes #tv #anime

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bridgyrose · 6 months

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Ladybug Week Day 3: First Kiss

Blake winced as she felt the cool morning air against her skin and the gentleness of Ruby’s fingers against her back. Her body ached from shifting after the full moon had finally set, her head pounding as she continued to feel a rush from the adrenaline that still coursed through her body. She slowly opened her eyes and pulled Ruby’s cloak over herself to keep warm.

“Finally awake?” Ruby asked.

“Y-yeah, I’m awake,” Blake said groggily as she slowly got up, her arms shaking as they supported her. “You… you stayed with me. Why?”

“You’re supposed to be my girlfriend, so of course I stayed with you. Though, you could’ve told me about this.”

“About me being a monster?” Blake pulled the cloak around herself and looked around the small camp that Ruby had made. They were still in the darkest parts of the forest, light shining around the edges of the camp from the leaves above. Her stomach growled, and then she doubled over and heaved for a moment as her body started to realize it had eaten raw meat the night before. “Why… why didnt you run?”

Ruby started to dig through her pack and pulled out some fresh clothes for Blake, along with some eggs, pancake mix, and a little milk. “You didnt try to hurt me and seemed more scared of me than I was of you. I hope pancakes will be okay with you for breakfast, I wasnt able to grab much before getting you out of Vale.”

Blake nodded and grabbed the clothes, getting herself dressed as she tried to piece together the memories from her shift. She remembered shifting in Vale, being brought out with Ruby, a strange smell that seemed to linger around her partner, racing through the forest to hunt… but she couldnt remember if anyone had come to hunt her like they had before. “Yeah, pancakes will be fine.” She finished getting dressed and sat Ruby’s cloak next to her as she watched her partner start a fire and start to mix the pancake batter. “What happened to the people who came out to hunt me?”

“No one did. I made sure no one saw you.”

Blake quietly watched Ruby as she placed a pan over the fire and slid a small bit of butter into it to grease it up. It didnt make any sense that someone didnt come to hunt her down, especially after shifting in the middle of the city. People were terrified of wolves, let alone a werewolf that was twice the size of a regular wolf. “What do you mean no one came to find me?”

“I mean exactly that, no one came to find you.”

“But someone always does!” Blake yelled, pausing when she caught her reflection on the metal pan catching her canines were still enlarged from her transformation. She took a deep breath to relax, trying to keep her own anger from taking over. “Over the last eight months, someone has always come after me. Farmers, villagers, huntsmen… I’ve only killed when I had to in order to keep myself safe, but someone always comes. As far as anyone is concerned, I’m just a beast to be killed.”

“And this time, no one came for you.” Ruby poured a little batter into the pan to start a pancake, smiling a bit as she watched it start to bubble. “I used my semblance to get us out of Vale and then I took you deep into the forest. No one saw you and you only went after deer and rabbits this time instead of anything the farmers were herding.”

“That hasnt stopped anyone-” Blake froze when she felt Ruby kiss her, her thoughts trailing away for a brief moment as her hand went to Ruby’s back. She finally relaxed as Ruby broke the kiss, a blush crossing her cheeks as they seemed to heat up. “You… you kissed me.”

“I needed you to calm down and try to relax for a moment,” Ruby said, hiding her own small blush as she focused on the pancakes. “Though, I guess that would be our first kiss, wouldn’t it? We’ve been dating since we’ve graduated and we havent kissed once, have we?”

“Its not like we’ve had a lot of time.” Blake relaxed as she watched Ruby flip the pancake, her stomach growling from the smell. “Ozpin has been keeping you busy, I’ve had to spend some time in Menagerie, and even when we are together, we rarely have time to ourselves without being called on another mission. And then I…” she paused for a moment and put a hand to the scarred bite mark on her shoulder. “I became… this. Ironic though, a cat faunus becoming a wolf once a month.”

Ruby chuckled a bit. “It is, but please dont hide anything like this anymore.”

“I wont.”

“Now eat. I’m sure you’ll feel better on a full stomach.”

Blake nodded and took the first pancake, biting savagely into it. She savored the taste, already enjoying it more than the thought of eating raw meat. “And then… maybe we can have a bit of time to ourselves, right? Just you and me?”

Ruby nodded and took another pancake out of the pan. “Of course.”

Blake blushed at the thought of being alone with Ruby again, cuddling with her and holding her close. Just like she used to at Beacon. She slowly tore a piece of pancake and popped it into her mouth. “That would be nice.”

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #blake belladonna #Ladybugweek2023 #ladybug #rwby ladybug #ruby x blake #vampire!Ruby #Werewolf!Blake #a werewolf and a vampire au

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sarcasticsciencefictionwriter · 2 months

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Helen and Abby (either friendship or shippy ship), education AU.

Hi! Thanks so much! Same rules as before, I'll write the three sentences and have a longer scene under the cut. (And I'll get to the other two soon!)

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Working in Helen Magnus's classroom had been a dream come true for Abby when it came to being a teaching assistant, because she had admired the woman all through her college years and admired how she was able to captivate a classroom, so much so her class was the most well attended on campus.

It didn't take long for Abby to admit, however, that her admiration of Helen went far beyond the academic, and she caught herself watching the other woman far more than was professionally necessary, getting flustered when Helen complimented her or smiled at her, among many other things.

Now, Abby wasn't even quite sure that she had managed to squeak out a 'yes' to the older woman asking her out for tea (not coffee, of course, Helen was too British for that), her mind scrambling for purchase, even as Helen smiled in satisfaction.

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The classroom had finally emptied for the evening and Abby let out a small sigh of relief at this as she shuffled the messy stack of papers she had collected from the departing students into some semblance of neat.

Abby heard a light sigh and glanced over her shoulder to see that Helen had dropped down in the chair behind the desk, leaning back with her eyes closed for a moment, hair falling messily around her shoulders.

She had been working as Helen's teaching assistant for a few weeks now and Abby was still amazed she had earned the position, let alone was doing a good job at it.

Abby had gone to college here and had taken Helen's class out of interest instead of requirement, after hearing how achieved the woman was.

She had been hooked on the fascinating subject of teratology since the first lecture Helen had given her a few years earlier, amazed by how neatly Helen combined the medical facts with the mythological takes on them, seamlessly blending both aspects of the field.

Helen had a reputation at Old City University as one of the most hard-ass lecturers and one of the kindest--in a roundabout way--professors. Failure was not an option for her students and Helen actively worked with them to make sure that they didn't fail.

She earned every ounce of that reputation, and the record attendance of her classes.

That was what had initially led Abby to apply for Helen's classroom when the teaching assistant positions had opened for the year.

She finished straightening the papers and walked over to Helen's desk, placing the stack in front of the older woman.

"Here you go." Abby said brightly.

Helen opened her eyes and straightened up, looking at the stack, shaking her head a little at this.

"There seems to be more every semester." she sighed lightly, tracing a finger over the stack.

"Well, that's why you have me now." Abby said with a grin. "To dump grading papers on."

"Ah, is it? I was under the impression I was training a brilliant mind."

Abby blushed at the compliment, because there was no way that she would give herself the label 'brilliant mind' in any situation.

"It's disguised as training."

"Mm. Well, then perhaps I should have gotten myself a protege earlier."

Abby's eyes lingered on Helen's face for a moment, the way that her eyes sharpened as she scanned the paper on top, even though she was under no obligation to start reviewing or grading them the moment they were set in front of her.

Those eyes were a lovely shade of blue, sometimes appearing gray with the darkness of her hair, especially depending on the shade of eye shadow that she wore.

Abby flushed again, dropping her eyes before Helen could look up at her and catch her looking at her like that. Again.

She had been looking at Helen more and more often lately, trying to tell herself it was just because she admired the woman so much, but that was a lie.

The admiration went beyond Helen's academic and professional career, which was something that Abby kept scolding herself for. Helen was her....boss? Coworker? She wasn't entirely certain herself and was too embarrassed to ask.

She also hadn't felt so attracted to another woman before, let alone an older woman.

Not that any of that stopped Abby from staring and thinking about things.

"Abby."

Helen's words snapped Abby back into reality and Abby stared at her with parted lips and wide eyes, having no idea how long she had tuned out or how long Helen had been looking back at her.

"Yeah?"

"Would that be acceptable to you?"

"Would what be acceptable?"

Helen's expression softened into a smile and she looked amused.

"Splitting the stack in half. You take fifty percent home, I take the rest."

As if Helen wouldn't take sixty and call it fifty. Abby was well aware of how she operated at this point.

Helen worked on what was probably gallons of black tea, little sleep, and taking on the bulk of the work, working herself harder than she would ever work her students.

"Only if it's actually fifty percent."

"Why, Miss Corrigan, are you accusing me of falsifying the numbers?" Helen asked in mock surprise.

"Stating, not accusing."

Helen laughed, shaking her hair back out of her face and totally catching Abby's attention with that one movement.

Helen picked up the stack, cutting it in half, setting the now two stacks beside each other as if to prove to Abby that they were even.

Playing along, Abby leaned over to inspect the stacks playfully, glancing back up at Helen in time to see that Helen was watching her closely.

They stared at each other for a few moments before Abby cleared her throat and went to find her bag so that she could place her allotted amount of papers into her bag and get out of here for the night.

"When are you handing the papers back?" she asked, fiddling with the bag more than she needed to.

"Monday, perhaps. Wednesday at the latest."

"Okay."

Abby looked back at Helen as Helen handed the stack of papers to her.

"Abigail."

The use of her full name startled her and Abby looked back up at her with what she knew were wider than they really needed to be. Another reaction she couldn't control around Helen.

"Yeah?"

"Would you care to get a cup of tea with me?"

Abby stared, because while it was an innocent question, the way Helen was looking at her made it clear that there was implication on the words. That smile, that tone said it all.

Abby just stared, thinking that she managed to squeak out a yes, shock swamping over her.

She had never imagined this scenario and her mind was trying to catch up to the reality of Helen looking at her like that, asking that question, and her own reaction to it, which included her heart leaping and her breath catching.

Helen smiled in satisfaction, looking very pleased, so Abby supposed that she had managed to get her confirmation past her lips.

"Excellent. Is now acceptable? I always find a cup of tea helps me unwind after a long day."

"S-Sure!" Abby said, finding her voice. "Like right now or--"

"Right now."

"Okay!"

Abby looked around for her jacket, a pleasant buzz of anticipation in her system now. Locating it, she grabbed it, stuffed the papers in her bag, and followed Helen out of the classroom.

#i hope this qualifies as shippy ship #i've never written abby #tinknevertalks #helen magnus #abby corrigan #sanctuary #thanks for the ask!#fanfiction #my fanfiction

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 2 years

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What they do when they have a crush on you

Characters: Nilou/Jean x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: My Jean simping continues, and so does my streak of writing random things instead of my requests. I swear I'll get to them, but there are simply aren't enough requests with Jean in my inbox, so I have to do it myself /hj

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Nilou

While some might get shy, embarrassed, or sometimes more brazen around the person they liked, Nilou’s friendly behaviour didn’t change too much around you. Sure, there were times she’d say something to you without thinking it over, nearly losing her composure as a result, but those were exceptions, no the rule.

Whenever Nilou found some extra time, she liked to invite you to the great Bazaar, no matter if she had a performance and wanted you to be in the audience or simply wanted to spend time with you. From all of the places in Sumeru city, there weren’t many that could rival it in her eyes, and while the lively atmosphere was great even when on her own, with you it felt just the better.

Sometimes you’d actually buy something, but often the two of you would simply look from stall to stall while either chatting with each other or talking to the shop-owners, who were already more than used to seeing both of you around.

The moment Nilou and you had entered the Bazaar, she had began to lead you all the way to a small shop selling all kinds of pastries, sweets and other such things, and while you first thought that it must have been a new store, having never visited or even seen it before, the way Nilou and the shop-owner talked made it obvious that this wasn’t the first time she bought something from them.

“Please, feel free to pick something that you’d want, that’s on me”, Nilou offered to you, causing you to think about it for a few seconds. While you weren’t the biggest fan of pastries, the thought of not ordering anything, when she had been so excited to show the stall to you, left you with a bitter taste, causing you to pick the same thing she did, causing her order them right away.

“How does it taste?”, Nilou asked after watching you take your first bite, only for a smile to appear on her face once again when saw your subconscious smile and you told her you liked it, happy to see you happy.

Jean

While there were many people in the knights of Favonius and Mondstadt that tried to convince their acting Grandmaster to not overwork herself too much, most of their attempts failed, and the ones that succeeded only did so for a day or two max. So, when Jean actually began trying to end her work or take breaks long enough to spend a bit of time with you, people around her couldn’t help but be surprised to say the least.

Your outings wouldn’t be long, consistint of small walks through the city with maybe a shop visit or two every once and again, during which you made sure no one bothered her with unimportant requests. And while your conversations sometimes had the semblance of professionality, other times the two of you talked about whatever came to your minds.

“Even a short walk outside does wonders after sitting in an office for a few hours”, you stated out loud once the two of you returned to Jean’s office. While you had your own office with your own work waiting for you to come back, you figured that accompanying the acting Grandmaster back to her office wouldn’t ruin your schedule too much. And while you certainly planed on leaving her to work on her own after just a few minutes, that quickly changed when your eyes landed on a small novel on top of her desk.

“Ah- Lisa must have left it here the last time she paid me a visit”, Jean quickly lied once she realised you were staring at the romance novel she had read in a small break and forgot to put away before agreeing to meet you, only for the embarrassment she felt to be joined by the feeling of shame about lying to you and using her friend as a scapegoat, but at the same time she couldn’t help but fear what you’d think of her if you knew the truth.

“Oh okay, makes sense. But you should try and give it a read, I know it looks like a cheesy romance novel, but I personally thought that it’s actually pretty good”, you responded after walking over to her desk and taking the novel into your hands, only to hand it to a still red Jean.

For a few moments, Jean had no idea what to say. Your words were almost exactly the same she’d use if she had to try to convince another person to pick it up, and while she couldn’t help but feel even more embarrassed because of it, another part of her felt really happy about it.

“Thank you for the recommendation, I will give it a read if I find the time for it”, she told another white-lie, only for her heart to skip a beat when she saw your smile widen because of her.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #nilou x you #nilou x y/n #gi nilou #nilou x reader #jean x y/n #jean genshin impact #jean x reader #jean x you #jean gunnhildr #jean gunnhildr x reader

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pangtasias-atelier · 1 year

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Cafe Chonkies

This has been in my drafts for some time but finally churned out another idea for a l3agu3 story. This is kinda jokey at the beginning cause it's funny and also cause I kept adding to this story so now it's at like 5k words lmao. Also don't worry about how any of this makes sense in canon cause I sure didn't lmao

Featuring Yo/ne, Se/tt, & Ka/yn cause this is a gift for @beepboop260 despite me being a day late lol

Warning: This is a fetish story!

“I’m to do, what?” Kayn smooths out the singular minor crease on the very bottom flap of his black suit. In his uniform, the stuffy attire never feels quite right compared to his more casual style of dressing, but with a tantalizingly nice paycheck always awaiting him, Kayn can put up with the effort of appearing somewhat proper. Said paycheck is nice enough for him to get past his small beginner belly that is clearly evident by the form fitting suit.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Kayn having questioned his boss, she ignores his pointless question. Instead, Renata Glasc pulls out a cigar. And it’s the fattest, biggest stogie known to man, it juts out a several feet in front of Renata as she lights it and takes a drag. And she blows the smoke at Kayn directly into his face as if he were a poor, small Victorian child. Which he might as well be next to her, Renata one of the most disgustingly filthy rich people in all of Valor.

Of course, with so much money built off the back breaking, dulling work from everyone besides oneself, laundering money is a necessity. Renata’s cutthroat nature involving anything and everything meant that a fair amount of what was meant to be simple “business ventures” actually flourished.

One such business being a maid cafe, the idea originally pitched by the upcoming group of interns hired to help the company keep an aware mind of the spending habits of the younger generation. And also for free labor, mostly for free labor actually. The idea eventually proposed to the companies’ executives through spinning the narrative by somehow making it about turning gender norms around by creating a maid cafe with instead butlers to allow women to regain empowerment and also even creating an lgbtqia+ friendly environment, the idea had been approved like many others all to secretly launder money.

What no one had expected — no one besides Renata who easily predicted the likelihood of such a venture gaining traction — was that the many degenerates who enjoyed going to such places would easily fund said businesses. And there was no shortage of equally degenerate individuals who would apply for such a job, especially one that paid well — nowhere near close to the amount that Renata herself earned of course.

As Kayn coughs into his gloved hand, his smoke delirious mind envisioning as if the smoke was forming around his neck and choking him, Renata takes a second drag of her fat ass cigar.

“Well? The boss shouldn’t have to be at the store for work to get done,” Blowing one more puff of smoke at Kayn, Renata passes by the no smoking sign as she goes into her office.

Now free, he takes off his gloves so as to not dirty them. Kayn first opens the couple of windows that can be opened. He takes a few deep breaths of fresh, non-smoke filled air before doing what Renata asked of him. He rummages through the store’s stock of food. Clearly told which items to grab, he grabs everything that is within thirty days of expiring. He grabs a bevy of different pastries, the sugary calorie dense sweets piled onto a couple massively wide serving trays. And after finishing that, he starts digging through the entire stock of drinks. The place trying to maintain a semblance of upscaleness — a point that allowed them to easily upcharge on everything — Kayn pulls out all the fresh ingredients close to expiring. He places them on the counter and sorts them by recipes. Having memorized a good chunk of recipes from his long time working here, the task goes by quickly as he sees which drinks can be made from just near expiring stuff. Upon completing that, Renata’s project finished, Kayn organizes the pastries a bit better to help make the bundle of food more appealing.

Eventually, he hears the faint chime of the doorbell at the front. Without even paying much attention, he walks over to go open the door, the other two employees right on time.

The two of them far newer than everyone else, the two had quickly become popular with the store’s clientele. Which when next together makes evident why both had become popular.

A fiery red mop of hair atop an outstandingly tall figure, Sett has much more than just height to draw in a crowd. His entire figure teems and bulges with muscles, Sett seeming out of place working in such a place instead of being in a bodybuilder competition. His suit is tailored just like all the other employees, the sleeves of his suit just stretchy enough to not tear from his powerful biceps that can rival the size of someone’s head even when only mildly flexed. His chest similarly strains his suit. His breast pocket had gone unused ever since joining, no room to fit anything inside with how much space his jutting chest takes up. His suit remains unbuttoned, a purposeful decision to show off the struggling buttons of his white button up. His body thick and wide, the tiny gaps of his shirt offer the smallest window into seeing his tanned defined abs. Sett’s trousers are also designed with the similar mindset of giving the customers what they want. His perky bubble butt gained through years of dedication to squats and cycling is perfectly outlined. His rear is equally a spot of admiration from the guests, many grabbing it just as they do his pecs and biceps. His strong thighs also press against the thin yet durable fabric of his trousers, the defined musculature even visible. His trousers tailored to taper along the hard contours of Sett’s body, even his bulging calves seem impressive.

Next to Sett is another rather large individual. Piercing black hair that drapes all the way down the man’s back is Yone. Yone stands at a rather short height, his slightly below average height typical of those from his country. However, his musculature is atypical. Or rather, his clear lack of it. For Yone is a complete butterball. Originally only a bit past pudgy, Yone’s time at his new job easily found him packing on the pounds. His rather sizable tummy is now doughy enough to sag down to just barely cover his crotch, his belly covering up his fat pad. The lone, singular button on his suit is actually buttoned. Although it is strained by holding back the waterfall of flab. The shape of his chunky love handles are accentuated by the flaps of his suit, the material curving outward to accommodate Yone’s flabby curves. Both his soft, squishy gut and love handles receive special attention from the cafe’s guests, Yone getting his own demanding share of attention from the usuals. The suit is tailored to make sure that it fits him well; the sleeves bulge from his bulky arms, the flabby rolls that encase Yone’s biceps outlined. Despite Yone’s top heavy figure, his rear still has a good amount of heft to it. His ass shakes and wobbles behind him, the two cushiony piles of lard stretching his pants. His thighs also shake and quiver from waddling around the store.

The fact that they joined at the same time helped further everyone’s enamorment with them, the duo practically being given almost always the same shifts like today. Which made sense with the two being a couple, Yone only applying due to Sett’s insistence. And because they both needed the money.

The intrigue of hiring a duo had captured Renata’s attention, the boss herself bothering to care about the cafe due to the enjoyment of seeing what she considered people desperate enough to work at such a place and the people degenerate enough to stay and enjoy the humiliation. The two being in a relationship was meaningless, not with Human Resources preferring to protect the company rather than the individual.

Kayn unlocks the door with the keys given to him and stands aside as he opens the door for the two to walk in. Individually of course, the doorway not quite made with the expectation of two large men entering together. Sett ducks slightly, his ears scraping against the top of the door otherwise. Yone feels the sides of his gut brush against the door, his face always turning a faint shade of blush like every day he starts his shift. Kayn flips the sign to open before closing back the door so as to avoid a draft.

Next to the other two, Kayn is far more plain. Standing at an unassuming height of just a couple inches above average. The most striking feature about him is the scar on his left eye. A feature which adds to his edgy, bad boy vibe and charm that attracts a different clientele compared to Sett and Yone. Though the two’s clientele have begun to rub off on Kayn, the longer working employee having gained a bit of heft from all the food offered to him. Far from fat, his stomach is only a small beginner’s belly. The extra food coupled with Kayn’s usual workout routine now leaves him with a slight bit of both musculature and pudge. Which the cafe’s usuals enjoy with them having another one to poke and prod and feel up.

Sett is the first of the two to notice the stockpiled food on the counter. “Oh hey, it’s clean out day,” Walking side by side with Yone, he pats his boyfriend on his doughy back with what would usually be an infectious grin if not for the only other men being the grumpy Kayn and stoic Yone.

“You wouldn’t stop mentioning it during our entire day off,” Like the rest of the employees, the trio only work four days of the week so as to not be full time and receive benefits; as such, Yone had specifically been given the day before and after today’s expected busy day. Yone waddles on over to go behind the counter, careful to properly maneuver and bump into the furniture with his large, sagging belly and wide hips. His stomach gurgles and grumbles, the fat male clearly a bit famished. Sett follows directly behind Yone; he grabs and fondles his belly, feeling the heft of it like he always does.

“I’ll prepare everything. You,” Kayn points at Yone. “Go sit on the main couch cause otherwise, you’ll eat everything before anyone gets here. Sett can help make sure everything is clean,” Kayn bossing the other around often, the other two do as told. Sett does his task with much more fervor than Yone, the obese butler grumbling as he does as instructed. Sett makes a show of his cleaning, an extra swish in his hips and ass with what should be simple movements. And flexing his huge biceps by lifting the largest pieces of furniture to dust them.

The beginning of the day is pretty much dead, which is to be expected when the first day of the month is on a Wednesday. Despite not opening until noon, the day starts off with a slow unsteady trickle of customers coming and going. But the ones that do. make sure to take advantage of the day’s special offer always provided on the first of every month — a tradition that began shortly after Yone’s employment.

Expired goods once being thrown away straight to garbage instead of being offered to food insecure people lest people believe Renata to be anything resembling a humanitarian, the business’ clientele allowed to do basically whatever they wanted to the staff — which isn’t far off from any other job offering customer service — allowed the guests to offer food to their staff. Food purchased only from the cafe, of course. But to help boost sales, and save what would usually expire, anything purchased came with the bonus of an extra pastry or small beverage, which would more often than not be fed to the usual victim, Yone. It takes approximately a little more than thirty minutes of being open before they receive any guests.

They receive two at once, the both of them clearly together.

“Welcome! Come on in,” Sett greets them with a simple flex of his right arm, not willing to show off everything right away — especially when mostly everyone today is mostly going to be here for Yone. Despite the two being usuals, they still fawn and aww over Sett. Well, one does; the other goes straight to the counter to order and bother Kayn. Sett looks down as he feels a pair of hands on his chest. “Damn, you always do get handsy. Not that I mind,” Unable to get the best look because of his chest and with his guest barely coming up to his tits, he smirks at the bit of his customer. Sett allows himself to be manhandled. He holds back his laughter from hearing Kayn’s harsh remarks as he gets grabbed, the cashier’s demeaning nature a turn on for some people.

“If you’re going to harass someone, go bother the lardass on the couch,” Kayn hands two of the free pastries, but not without getting a pat on his small tummy. Which leaves him with a scalding red blush on his face.

Sett soon ushers his own guest to go bother Yone. “Seems like your friend is done. Go give Yone a good squeeze for me,”

And so, Yone promptly ends up with both of them at the same time. The couch is thankfully wide enough to accommodate multiple people even with Yone sitting on it; Yone sits in the center while the two customers sit on each side of Yone. The two given their own bonus pastry as they await their order, they hold it out with an eager outstretched hand for Yone to eat. Their extra hands both rest on Yone’s great, big belly.

Money being money, Yone shifts into his usual work behavior. “It warms my heart to see such treasured guests once again. How may I help you?” Yone deepens his voice ever so slightly. He leans back into the couch, both of his arms outstretched on the couch behind both guests.

Both of his guests giggle to themselves, both of them used to Yone’s portrayal of the stoic, caring butler, especially when Yone basically does nothing throughout most of his shift besides eating whatever is handed to him. The two clearly together, they take turns offering their treat to the large man. Both of them rest against his cushiony figure, sinking into the sides of his flabby, rotund gut. Yone tries to take small bites of the confections — the blueberry muffin and cream cheese danish always some of his favorites — but the guests nearly shove the treats down his hungry maw, Yone forced to eat larger bites. The confections are some of his favorites, though everything is Yone’s favorite whenever it comes to whatever the guests feed him.

“Ah, such ea-” Yone’s words are cut off with the final bite of the danish shoved into his mouth. Though he doesn’t object much or at all even, instead he greedily chomps down on the offered delectable treat with a bit of a flush to his face. And before he can properly fully enjoy the aftertaste of the danish, the rest of the blueberry muffin is similarly crammed into him.

“Alright, here’s your food,” Carrying one server tray in his right hand, Kayn brings the two their food — though it’s more so Yone’s food considering everyone feeds him like a pet waiting for its treats which isn’t too far off from the truth. Small tables are situated at both ends of the couch. So Kayn places the food on each table, a decently sized bowl of soup on one table and a hefty sandwich on the other end plus a complimentary water with each serving. “Enjoy your food. Though it seems this hog is going to be the one enjoying it,” Kayn reaches forward to grab Yone’s gut. He pushes against the mass of blubber, seeing the way his hands sink into and squish Yone’s blubber. “Make sure to enjoy him as much as you can,” And with a final smack to the side of Yone’s gut, Kayn heads back to the counter to await whenever the next guest comes on such a slow day.

“Open wide,” Yone’s guests ask, no command of him. Careful to not waste a single bit of the food, one of them brings the sandwich to Yone’s mouth. He dutifully chomps down on the meal; the well toasted bread crunching as he chews on it, the warmed cured meats and cheeses seemingly melting in his mouth as the still cool spinach and tomatoes offer a bit of contrast. As he chews, his other guest wipes away the crumbs that dust his cherubic cheeks and chin. He promptly is given a spoonful of soup. A simple, warm tomato soup offered to him, Yone can taste the hint of rosemary and basil that compliments it. He can barely make out the distant grin coming from Kayn who made it exactly as Yone likes. The soup is also at just the right temperature so as to not burn his tongue. The two keep a steady tempo of feeding Yone, both of them clearly experienced at stuffing the store’s big porcine pet. Their turns of swapping are only interrupted when they bring their water to Yone and make him chug, forcing Yone to drink his fill. That and when Yone inevitably finished the sandwich first. Immediately after that, he’s promptly coerced into chugging the rest of the soup, the bowl brought and tipped to his lips while he leans his head back to eagerly devour it all.

Yone accepts everything that’s handed to him, eager to please his two guests. He keeps on eating even when they order another soup and sandwich. He eats the extra pair of free sweets and the soup and sandwich afterwards. He eats it all without a single complaint until they stop offering him food. He allows them to rub his belly, the two of them squeezing and rubbing it as if it were both a stress ball and a good luck charm before they head out.

“Good job. Now you gotta last the rest of the shift,” Sett chuckles at Yone while he picks up the plates of food. He whistles to himself, aware that even if the day will be slow overall, it will inevitably pick up.

And pick up it does; it never gets as crazy as it does on the weekends, but the customers come and go in a steady stream. All of them come for the big main attraction, Yone. The food at the cafe rather decent, everyone at least buys one thing to pawn off to Yone, the dedicated fat butler eating every single bite offered to him. He even gets a whole group at once not too far off from closing, a whole gaggle of men greedily grabbing and feeding Yone as much as he eats. Which is all of it, the plump, fat Yone taking everything offered to him. Yone’s eyes droop throughout his shift with more and more food beginning to settle inside him. But he continues to lazily nod along to whatever is said to him, Yone also beginning to speak less and less as his mind starts to focus more on the stuffed nature of his gut. He lazily opens his mouth to every forkful and spoonful of what is given to him. His stomach loses its gelatinous and saggy nature, the ball of fat growing firmer with less give to it from all the food. And his guests love it, playing and rubbing his gut. Every single pair of hands seem to find their way to Yone’s gut, his skin slowly peeking more throughout his shirt as his shift goes by.

Thankfully for Yone, the very last hour of the day has them seeing no customers, Yone able to catch his breath after the stream of guests. His gut furiously churns with so much stuffed inside him; the sound seems to reverberate in his brain, his upset belly refusing to go unheard of. Yone simply remains seated in his couch, waiting for a possible last minute guest that never comes.

And as soon as the clock hits closing time, Kayn flips the sign over to ‘closed’. After locking the door, he heads back to the counter/kitchen to clean up. Sett cleans and organizes the front of the store. Meanwhile, Yone remains seated on his fat ass, a mess of groans now that all the guests are gone. He reaches down to whatever bit of his gut he can reach. So bloated, the button had come undone some time ago by most likely one of the several many guests who’d stuffed him.

Yone is fully reclined into the back of the couch. Having not moved at all throughout his entire shift, the couch has a large Yone-sized indent in the very center. The frame sags and bends down its center from his weight. His large gut rests atop his cushiony thighs. The exposed mass of blubber making up his stomach churns and gurgles from all the food stuffed and crammed into him. His stomach is far more taut than it usually is. The popped bottom few buttons of his shirt leave the lower half skin of his bloated belly exposed, the lower bits of flab escaping and sagging down the gaps of fabric; it also shows off his happy trail, the small trail of body hair thickening and widening the further it goes down his gut. Yone is nearly a groaning mess. He attempts to assuage the bubbling discomfort in his gut by rubbing his distended tummy. He reaches down as far as he can get, his hands only really able to reach the upper echelon of blubber above his cavernous navel.

“You feeling full yet, Yone?” Yone groans as Sett pats his engorged stomach.

"Ughhh," Yone groans in response to Sett's question before letting out a small burp. "Soo full…" He remains seated on the wide couch, refusing to budge even an inch so as to not upset his tummy. His gut furiously makes its stuffed state known, his taxed belly churning and bubbling to do its best to digest the several pounds of food Yone ate during his shift; his belly refuses for its complaints to go unheard, Yone unabashedly groaning and wincing now with no guests present. He has his eyes closed.

And then he hears noise in the kitchen, the blender whirring to life as it’s put to work.

Kayn soon comes out behind the counter with a nearly full blender in his hand. And a makeshift funnel in the other.

Yone can feel his stomach churning just from him looking at the oh so full container of liquid coming his way. Yet he can’t get up, his oh so full belly making it difficult for him to do so.

“And here we have the last bit of leftovers,” Kayn has his usual shit eating grin on his face as he towers over the seated Yone. “Made sure to save some to make a special little shake for you,” Kayn delicately presses his fingers against the upper bit of Yone’s gut.

Yone tries his best to squirm away but his churning gut refuses to let him budge without a modicum of pain. Doing his best to look at Sett, he only sees his boyfriend happily grinning at the sight. Sett also has his phone pulled out, clearly recording the whole situation. That only turns Yone on, the thought of others seeing him like this-. He moans before he can finish that thought.

“You know damn well he approves of this. Now, open up,” Kayn smiles as Yone doesn’t even put up a fight, the butterball always happy to eat now, and think later. Kayn places the funnel in Yone’s mouth. Despite wishing to cram more food in his gut, Kayn does, at the least, make sure to not put any pressure on Yone while he kneels on the couch to fill him up. Kayn tips the end of the blender. The thick shake seems to slowly trickle down the funnel, Kayn never once losing his smile.

Yone accepts and awaits his fate. He has his eyes closed. The viscous, cloyingly sweet shake gushes down Yone’s funnel, the poor overstuffed man forced to accept his fat as he struggles to chug it all. He focuses on only drinking all of the shake and not his churning, gurgling bomb for a stomach that seems to kick and punch itself frown how much food Yone can and loves to put away. Each desperate, haggard gulp of shake that Yone takes is only replaced by more and more of the shake awaiting him, begging him to eat it all and satisfy the bit of his brain that craved to eat and stuff himself even more. Especially when he has an obedient audience of two in front of him. Kayn is unrelenting with the flow, but the rapid speed at which he pours the shake — and the rapid pace at which Yone devours it all — helps to make it not last too long. Soon enough, Yone finds the funnel pulled out of his mouth, the excruciating task of guzzling the entire blender worth of shake over as quickly as it began.

“Damn,” Is all Kayn can utter upon seeing just how fast and obediently Yone put it all away. Turning to look at the now done recording Sett, all he gets is a thumbs up and a grin, Sett well aware of Yone’s submissive nature when it comes to food. Yone is a mess of huffs; he can only really take in quick yet deep gulps of air to try and hopefully wait out the pain of his entire stomach aching.

“You poor thing,” Sett joining the two, he truly towers over the seated, massive Yone. Yone averts his gaze, his face flushed. “Your fatass must be emaciated to be able to eat all of that,” Sett taunts Yone, the stuffed man turning more furiously red.

Kayn’s eyes widen slightly upon Yone’s continued reactions, his behavior suddenly painfully obvious to him. “And here I thought you had a bit more self-respect,” Kayn smiles down on Yone. “But you’re nothing more than a submissive glutton,” Kayn leans forward and places a slight amount of pressure on Yone who can do nothing else but whimper. “I’ll make sure to remember that for the future,” Kayn gives Yone a wink. He also goes back to his corner of the store to clean up. But not before giving Yone a small appreciative pat on his overstuffed tummy.

Sett does the same, the two working quickly to finish everything before they get a furious work email about overtime not being a thing for them.

Yone just remains seated, trying his best to digest everything. He stays in his spot on the couch even when Kayn finishes and gives him a couple headpats before heading out. Yone waits for Sett, his boyfriend not having much left to clean.

And as soon as Sett finishes cleaning up he walks on over to Yone. Clearly unaffected by the large binges having taken place today, Sett retains every ounce of powerful muscle on his frame. "Let's get you home, big guy," Sett leans over to help him up, bringing a powerful bicep to help him up. He peels Yone up off of the couch. And Yone quickly uses Sett's body to lean on. His big gut sloshes and sways with his heavy step. His entire frame jiggles and wobbles from the effort of waddling to maneuver such wide, fat thighs. One step after the other, Yone is a mess of groans, the movement clearly upsetting his gut. A gut that makes its stuffed state known not only to Yone but to Sett as well, the churning of his stomach extremely loud.

"Hang in there," Sett rests a now ungloved hand on Yone's gut, Sett having removed his gloves immediately after work. After slowly easing Yone through the doorway, in which Yone has to walk through sideways. Both his ass and gut graze against the sides of it. The building armed and locked and secured, Sett continues helping Yone walk with such a full gut.

"I-I…" Yone manages to groan out while he uncomfortably walks despite so much food crammed into him. His porcine face creates a deepened frown from his doughy jowls.

Sett grins as he helps Yone along; Sett grabs and pinches Yone's blubbery rolls. “Come on, we’re on after work hours now. Just say what's on your mind, or your gut in your case ‘cause that seems to do most of your thinking. Not that I mind, big fella,” Sett nimbly positions himself to stand in front of Yone. Leaning down, he uses one hand to help lift up Yone’s gut; his other hand reaches all the way down to Yone’s hand, a big heaping of Yone’s fat ass gripped. Sett leans down to kiss Yone, the much fatter man doing his best to lean into the embrace, even as Sett eventually breaks apart with a deep breath.

"I'm… kinda hungry… again…" Yone whines out. He leans a bit more of his crushing weight against Sett, Sett the only one able to truly support and help him.

"Oh, don't you worry about that," Yone squirms under Sett's patting of his gut. "I'll make sure to properly fill that tank of yours, cause damn you can put away food," Sett picks up the pace.

Yone hums in agreement. Always so difficult to feel absolutely, completely stuffed, his current pretty bloated sensation feels nice but not quite enough. He takes careful steps to follow Sett's lead, stomach already churning to make room for extra food, the two always taking advantage of the job's free food to stuff him silly and plan to continue and take advantage of.

#fat story #fat fiction #male weight gain #my writing

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It's Saturday morning. No one's supposed to be home but me.

I walk into the kitchen dressed in nothing but my robe. Loosely dressed.

I see her standing there. I'd had a number of friends over the night before. She'd stayed the night. In the spare bedroom. She had told me she would have to depart early in the morning. I quickly tighten my robe.

"Sorry," I say sheepishly. "I thought I was alone."

"It's okay," she says. "We're alone. Everyone else is gone."

I notice how she emphasizes that one word.

I try not to get excited. Not to fantasize. Not to stare.

"Oh," I say, trying to sound nonchalant. "I was just going to make some coffee, and then get ready for the day."

"Maybe I could help wake you instead," she says. I can't help notice how she smiles. How she plays with her hair. Her low cut dress exposing her cleavage. Her long, toned legs. Her heels. Her exposed feet.

I can feel myself getting aroused. I know my robe will do nothing to hide it. I step around the island in a vain attempt anyways.

She laughs at my inept attempt. Not a cruel laugh, but a mildly amused one.

"Don't worry," she says, walking towards me. "I won't bite. Not until you ask me to."

"I'm not sure..." I start to say, but she confidently walks around the island. She immediately undoes the tie on my robe, and looks down for a moment. Her smile broadens at my obvious state, and I feel her fingertips graze me, an appreciative look on her face.

I shudder.

She looks back up at me. "We shouldn't," I say weakly. But her lips meet mine, and I instinctively kiss her back. Feel her tongue enter my mouth, gentle, probing.

For a moment, my thoughts fade away.

I feel her hands on me, and a moment later, my robe slides completely off, discarded like my thoughts.

She pulls back and smiles at me. "It's okay," she says. "No one will know."

I feel her slide her thigh between my legs. Feel her apply just a little pressure as she starts to slide it up and down. I begin to moan, unable to fight was she's doing to me.

I try to say something, anything, but she silences me. She pulls one strap of her dress off her shoulder, and pulls me down to her breast, nipple aleady taut with excitement. My mouth wraps around it and I suck greedily, filling my mouth with her, while her thigh continues its unrelenting pressure and movement.

She runs her hand through my hair while she whispers to me. " It's okay. I know what you want. What you need. Just be a good boy for me and relax. Be a good boy and let go."

My body responds to her, my need overwhelming any resistance I might have. Her words push out any last thoughts I have left.

The orgasm takes me much faster than I would have imagined. I feel myself explode against her, while she whispers words of encouragement to me. I shudder uncontrollably as I collapse against her.

She holds me there, cradling me until some semblance of thought returns to me. She never removes her leg though, and I can feel small shudders run through me, like aftershocks after an earthquake. And I can feel myself already becoming aroused again.

I look at her, and she smiles at me. "Good boy," she says again, sending goosebumps across my body. "You did so well."

"Thank you," I whisper to her. I smile back at her, a smile filled with the gratitude running through my mind and body.

She takes my hand and leads me back to my own bedroom. I follow, like a lost puppy.

She brings me over to the bed. I look at her, a combination of longing and worry on my face.

She slowly brings me to my knees. "It's okay," she says. "No one else will know. We're alone. Everyone else is gone."

I spiral into the void.

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katyspersonal · 1 year

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Hey for the fandom ask let’s change a little i’m curious to know what you think of Deltarune characters (& Undertale if no one else ask)

Oh, alright! Yeah, I do not address UTDR all that often despite avidly awaiting Deltarune's completion... This happens when I am into a thing but choose to not interact with the fandom! I will separate the games because even though UT and DR share some characters, even they are slightly differently portrayed.

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

DELTARUNE:

❤Favorite character

This motherfucker is some of the most intimate and personal a character ever got to be for me:

I was actually so surprised by Literally Everything about him that I needed several days to process his EXISTENCE xD I absolutely love every single line he makes, and I feel strange deep relation to him (not kinnie one, but it feels spiritual). We are just on the same wavelength about being huge l00sers, being cringe but with a unique charisma, having intense mood swings, using weird humour and, of course, the whole 'perceiving the world as a simulation and going insane because of it'... I wish there was a legit term for 'the character I do not kin yet relate to and feel emotions of like they were my own'. I also once had a weird dream about him fusing with me into one entity to get to be 'real' using my human soul, and trust me, that was a whole TRIP for a considerable time. :')

👿Least favorite character

I will have to say Jevil, but this isn't entirely fair... Like I said, I am not ABLE to dislike a fictional character, ESPECIALLY by Toby, but with Jevil it is a love/hate relationship, so he is the only one who can even approach ;-; He is same category as Patches Fromsoft: the 'You have a lot to love about you, but... WHY.' kind of character. xD

💐Comfort character

Deltarune version of Asgore is THE definition of the soft man. Somewhat lingers with me that in UT timeline he murdered children, but... this just doesn't get to me. After all, most people are capable of terrible atrocities, it is only a matter of whether they meet the conditions that bring it up in them or not. Hehehe...

😍Character you have the biggest crush on

Surprisingly, not Spamton! We are only [[Serious Business Offer]], my [[babygirl]]! Instead, I fucking HAD to have a crush on the hypocritical weather wane bitch ass motherfucker idiot Rouxls Kaard! x_x I still can't justify it to this fucking day. I tend to only like characters that are smart and complex, but I guess his Style TM and charisma alone are irresistible.

🤝Character you relate to the most

You probably won't believe me, but... Noelle? Yeah, I know, this is very hard to communicate because she is sweet and soft but I am rude and abrasive, to say the least. Nonetheless, I am as far as kinning this character. There is a side of me that is alas not shown very often, however, close friends know of it. Christmas is my favourite holiday, I am very smart and talented but let people use me, I ask too many questions, I have some kindness to me, I am anxious and get startled easily, I am actually easy to push around the closer you are... Heck, sometimes I switch full mode into speaking like her, feeling like her and envisioning myself as her in my mind. x_x

It is a side of me that no longer shows often, nonetheless, it is still alive, like a soft core under a very thick skin. I also started to SERIOUSLY relate to her history after learning of the Snow Grave route.

🔥Character you think is overrated

I ammmm gonna say, Spamton NEO version! When this character became really popular, it felt as though everyone only cared about his NEO form! Yeah, they are the same character, actually, but it is more about the delivery! If you don't love Spamton at his 'silly super short failing salesman that lives in the trashcan', you don't deserve him at his 'tall cool robot' form!!!!1! /lh

🧨Character you love to hate

Rouxls Kaard again! I know, it is the only DR character that gave me even a semblance of attraction, but I will always bully him for the coward and hypocrite siding with the winning side that he is XD

🙈Character you always forget exists

That one red blob with a face that characters always act around as if that's their friend and someone famous. See, I do not even remember their name! This is how much I forget about them!

🐰Favorite non-human character

Deltarune has only one human character to begin with, so I will use this field as 'favorite unexplored character' instead. Well, I was actually rather fond of Diamond King in my time! Gave him hella headcanons and all that!

❤️‍🩹Character who deserved better

ALL THE KINGS!!!!!!!! Diamond, Heart and Club Kings - because they were just a haha funny cameo with only Diamond King having at least SOME lines. Spade King was handled well enough in the canon, but it was the fandom that gave him pretty bad treatment - from neglecting the nuance of his character to the outright ableism (I am serious). But even fandom aside, Spade King deserved better than having endured an obvious divorce from a rather shallow wife, being abandoned by his Knight and living in the bitterness about how Lightners treated the Darkners. No shit he became an unlikeable person. Like... can anyone treat him nicely?

UNDERTALE:

❤Favorite character

I love them all, but THE favorite got to be Undyne!

She is already the badass fish girlfriend in the normal timeline, however, her best traits sure get to shine in Merciless Route. Her speech about humans and monsters hearts beating as one just to continue existing absolutely won me over. The coolest character, hands down.

👿Least favorite character

No such thing, sorry! The closest I can think of is Muffet because unlike other bosses, she is Just There and is doing the smug anime girl moves, but she is still cute! Also I still like spiders ;-;

💐Comfort character

W. D. Gaster + Whatever fandom made out of W. D. Gaster (that mostly comes from interpreting Mystery Man sprite as him). But honestly, this character makes me happy! A mad scientist that accidentally cancelled his own existence and transcended beyond his own plane.

😍Character you have the biggest crush on

Stupid motherfucking Mettaton and his pretentious, full of self personality -_- Can you tell yet that I have a type? W. D. Gaster is the close second, however.

🤝Character you relate to the most

Honestly, Papyrus. Almost a kinnie. Again, something hard to explain, because you can see my personality doesn't match, but it is just... the whole 'looser that really wants approval but is THE manifestation of everything that won't make anyone except a few people appreciate him'. He is also silly, that I can relate to. I will turn goddamn full TWENTY SIX in April, but I am still just really silly and naive @_@

🔥Character you think is overrated

I don't know whether I want to say Sans, because he kindaaaaa deserved his popularity... I think it is more about how his potential was overrated. In every Undertale AU, he is the central figure, and like... THIS is my gripe. If you gonna alter universes, why not touch other characters?

🧨Character you love to hate

Mettaton, because he is a huge bitch, actually xd Like, yes, he is very attractive, but I also want to short his circuits and not in the way of a weird euphemism, but in a literal way :( Think of 'I want to strangle him' but in regards of a robot character. Fuck him for abandoning Napstablook and being mean to Alphys when she is clearly struggling with many issues in weird ways :( I still love him tho

🙈Character you always forget exists

Nice Cream guy! Only ever remember about him when he is brought up in his ship with Burgerpants.

🐰Favorite non-human character

Again, Undertale has like... TWO human characters, so I will reverse this point! Picking between All Two of them, I think I like Chara better than Frisk. They invoke so much sympathy, they were the only one who truly understood Asriel (by his OWN admission!), they take lacking trust and bullshit very seriously and were clearly a very strong-willed child.

❤️‍🩹Character who deserved better

The entire Dremurr family, including Chara. I mean... the whole plot sprouts from the tragedy of this family, so I guess this part is a no-brainer. Honorable mention is Alphys in the ending variant where Mettaton becomes the king, because it is heavily implied that she either committed minecraft or simply was in a terrible mental space enough to distance and disappear from society. I am thinking about that timeline every now and then. I even had a lost concept of her trying to run away from everything that fell on her and falling into rift in time, that changed her permanently. A never developed AU because people in a Discord server dissed my overly elaborate idea :(

Thank you for the ask though! I don't get to talk about UTDR side of me all that often, despite how much it means for me!

#ask replies #undertale #deltarune #utdr #utdr headcanons #doodles #shitposting #i still cannot find right words for the feeling that unites me with spamton #he is an unusual character #also i feel very bad for his fate of advancing only because of the voice in the phone directing him #and then being ditched by it altogether #reminded me of micolash being left on the read by kos in his time #this will always be a sad fate no matter what #undyne is so cool though #i don't know how i feel about her deltarune version...#like... okay yes i get that modernized guardian = cop #but also no...#undyne's very nature is kindness and justice so making her cop is a bit... tone deaf...?#but toby tends to pull unusual takes so far so i trust him #i am not a big fan of cops because they are...... corrupt to say the least

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