#taller if I tried to straighten the base up

[definitely-not-enough-plants]

so tall!

going to be odd when it fans out that's for sure XD

#plants #my plants #photos #epiphyllum oxypetalum #sitting on the plant table the tip it level with my nose #taller if I tried to straighten the base up

[finelinefae]

the aviator [pilot!harry x teacher!yn]

synopsis: It’s the 1950s. Harry is the best pilot on the Air Force base and y/n is a teacher at a nursery.

word count: 8.5k

contains: fluff, flirting, opposites attract, bad boy/good girl dynamic, Harry has a southern accent, alcohol, smoking, allusions to childhood trauma

This is part 1 of a new series that will probably have 3-ish parts !!

. . .

Offutt Air Force Base, situated in Omaha, Nebraska, housed thousands of civilians working in or connected to the military.  People living in the nearby town would often hear the loud plane engines as they take off and land on the runway. They’d look out the windows of their home and see spitfires piloted by men undergoing training, executing missions, or just having a good time, even when they technically weren’t given permission. 

“Wah Hooo!” The spitfire trembled as it finally landed on solid ground. Harry braced himself for the landing, pushing himself back against his seat to stop himself from jolting around. He did his best to hide his smile and remain nonchalant as he heard the familiar voices yelp in excitement as he landed the aircraft. 

He removed his helmet and pushed the canopy of the cockpit open, leaping down and getting familiar with feeling the solid ground beneath his feet after being in the air. Two figures ran up to him, flailing their arms and screeching in excitement, “Tha’s what I’m talking about!” Harry opened his arms, unable to stop himself from laughing the two men almost knocked him over as they joined in a group hug. 

“You flew her like a champ, H. Never seen anything like that in my life.” Harry looked into two sets of eyes an identical colour to his own. 

Standing in front of him were his two brothers, Sonny and George. All three of them were pilots in the military and had been since they left school to sign up after the War. There wasn’t too much age difference between them which was probably one of the reasons the brothers were so close.  Harry was the oldest, just over a year senior to George, who happened to be taller despite being the middle child, and Sonny was the youngest.

“Yeah well, she still needs some work. One of her engine cylinders is faulty.” The three of them walked side by side towards the maintenance shed. Despite their differences in height, anyone would assume the three brothers were triplets from how similar they looked. Most people on base knew them for their signature sea-glass green eyes and their brown hair. 

“Oh I’ll go and tell Ruddy, he might still be here.” Sonny ran ahead 

“Oh and Sonny,” Harry called for his younger brother, “Good job.” Harry winked at his younger brother, referring to his work on the plane he had just flown. In response, Sonny straightened his shoulders and smiled feeling proud after receiving a compliment from his older brother. 

Harry and George both lit a cigarette each, pausing outside the door to the warehouse to smoke together. “I opened up a letter this morning from Ma.” George exhaled, smoke escaping past his lips. 

Harry tried not to show his annoyance, “Wha’d she say?” He grumbled.

“She misses us… All of us and she wants us to stop by, come visit for dinner one day maybe.” George explained.

“Is she still with that old bastard?” Harry looked up at his younger brother.

George nodded, “Last time I heard.”

“Then we’re not going, none of us are.” Harry thought back to the last time he had allowed himself and his siblings to visit his mother. It was going well in the beginning, she’d cooked them up a roast pork and engaged in conversation, until their Father came home. It wasn’t long into their visit before they left the house and Sonny had gone home with a black eye whilst Harry had to get his hand stitched up at a hospital on the journey back.

Harry had grown up in Dallas, Texas, in a tacky old house that barely stood upright just on the outside of town. Whilst his Father was out working on a ranch somewhere and getting pissed up every night, Harry would spend most of his days keeping the house together whilst tending to his younger siblings. His mother was often somewhere in the house - nobody knew exactly what she was doing, since she wasn’t exactly all there half the time - but she was there.

Every visit they made back home was a reminder as to why they had entered the military in the first place. Whenever their mother would send them a letter, it was either because she wanted something or wanted them to come home so she could ask for that same something in person. The last time Harry had bought his siblings home was the first time in years. He thought his mother would be different yet he had no idea why - she was still letting that old man walk around as if he was the one who kept the house from falling. 

“Sonny and I agreed you’re picking up Elise from nursery by the way,” George smirked, chucking his cigarette on the ground and putting it out with his foot. 

“You and Sonny agreed that?” Harry frowned, receiving a nod from his brother, “I’ve been flying all day and y’ still want me to go pick up the baby?”

George clapped his older brother on the shoulder, “We’ve both got to help out in the warehouse this evening and besides, you’re Offutt's best pilot, I think you can handle picking up a two-year-old on the way home.” 

Harry didn’t have time to argue with his brother as he stepped into the warehouse. He let out a deep sigh and took one puff of his cigarette before throwing it to the ground. He put his flight cap on his head to cover his messy hair and straightened his aviator jacket, walking towards the nursery. 

. . .

“How have you found your first day Y/N?” Midge, one of the other nursery workers asked as they stood at the sink together to wash up some of the paint pots a few of the kids had been playing with in the afternoon. 

“It’s been wonderful, Midge.” Y/N grinned. Although she was tired, she also felt ecstatic to finally be working again after months of searching for a new job.  She had always been good with children thanks to her older sister having a kid of her own for her to babysit now and then. So when the opportunity arose to work a well-paying job at a nursery on the military base, she couldn’t pass it up. They’d even offer her free accommodation and discounted food for groceries which was perfect considering she didn’t have much of any of those things when she was living alone.

“I expect most of the kids will be getting picked up soon,” Midge glanced at the clock, “Everyone will be returning from work.”

Y/N hadn’t expected pick up time at the nursery to be so busy but fathers and mothers bustled in to pick up their children to take them home all at once. Once the majority of the kids had been picked up, Y/N glanced around to see the mess that had been left from the day that she’d have to clean up by herself. Her shoulders dropped as she landed on a small figure, realising she wasn’t completely alone yet. 

“Elise, what are you doing?” Y/N smiled at the tiny girl playing in the corner, she was picking up picture books and flicking through them as if she were actually reading them. Y/N crouched down in front of the small toddler, “Are you enjoying those?” 

Elise just grinned, picking something up with her small fingers and trying to put it in her mouth. Her brown, curly ringlets were no longer in uneven bunches like they had been this morning and her overalls were covered in food and paint stains. Y/N picked up the two-year-old to place in her lap, “Shall we read something before your dad comes to get you?” Elise babbled a reply. 

Halfway through their fifth book, Elise was near enough asleep on Y/N’s lap. It had already been an hour since all of the other children went home and it wouldn’t be long before the sun would set. Y/N carefully picked Elise up so her head was on her shoulder and it was comfy enough to sleep as she stepped towards the telephone to see if Elise’s father was coming to pick her up. 

As her hand went to pick up the telephone, a voice stopped her, “Hello?” It was deep and southern and husky like he had just smoked a cigarette or two, “I’m here to pick up Elise.” 

Y/N turned around, and her breath caught in her throat as she spotted a tall figure leaning casually against the door frame. He wore a brown leather aviator jacket and grey trousers, with his flight cap tucked under his arm. His piercing green eyes, similar to Elise's, met hers, framed by brown curly hair. An unlit cigarette dangled from his lips. 

Y/N had never seen anyone like him in her entire life. 

“Y-yes,” She cleared her throat and forced her eyes to look away from his intense gaze. She stood and walked over to where he stood by the door with Elise in his arms, “You must be Elise’s father.” 

“M her brother,” He corrected. 

“Excuse me?” Y/N wasn’t sure if she heard him correctly, too busy gawking at him to actually pay attention. 

“M Elise’s brother, one out of three of her brothers to be exact.” He repeated, his eyes glancing at the sleeping girl Y/N was holding. 

“O-oh,” She blushed, “My bad, you look so similar I thought you were her father.”

“Easy mistake,” Harry smirked, “Would you like me to take her from you?” 

“Yes, of course,” Y/N gently removed Elise from her and passed her to Harry.

“There we go,” He cooed as Elise whimpered at the sudden movement, “There’s m’ little Elise.” 

Y/N thought her ovaries might explode as she watched the pilot interact with the small girl in his arms, making sure she was comfortable enough so she could remain asleep. “Are you new here ma’am?” Harry spoke his focus now back on Y/N.

“Yes actually, today’s my first day here,” She explained. 

“No wonder, I ain’t ever seen y’ around the place. How’re you liking it so far?” 

“I’ve only been here a couple of days but it’s been nice. Working here at the nursery has been lovely too,” 

“Yeah?” Harry’s lips curled, “I hope this one hasn’t been giving y’ much trouble. She can be a little devil with my younger brothers.” 

Y/N immediately shook her head, “No, she’s been lovely honestly. Think I spent most of the day with Elise out of all the other children.” 

Y/N noticed how Harry focused on her face as she spoke to him, every now and then his eyes would dart to her lips and then back up to meet her eyes, “Y got any friends here?” 

She paused, “Any friends?” 

“Yeah, you know,” He half smiled, it felt almost flirty but maybe Y/N was just imagining it, “People y’ like to hang out with.”

“Uh yeah, I share a house with a few of the girls who work in various places around the base. I get along with most of them and the ladies who work here at the nursery too.” Y/N explained, cringing at how awkward she was and how she’d probably be replaying this conversation back later only to die of embarrassment of all the things she said. 

“Y’ know there’s a dance down at the community centre this Friday, y’ should come, oh and invite some of those friends of yours too.” 

“Oh I don’t know, I think I’m working this Friday and-” 

“A lot of my buddies who I fly with go there sometimes - a good time they said. It might be a good chance to meet some of the people here,” He shrugged, “Could offer y’ a dance or two if you’d like.” 

Y/N wondered if all this was really happening right now or if she was just so tired that she was hallucinating, “O-okay,”

Harry grinned, a dimple carving into his cheek, “Well alright then,”

“Alright then,” Y/N tried to keep her smile at bay as she took it as his queue to leave. She kept the door open so he could easily step out as he walked backwards with Elise in his arms and his eyes still on Y/N even as he said nothing. 

“So I’ll see y’ at the dance?” 

“Maybe,” Y/N shrugged, even though she had already decided she was most definitely going to the dance. 

“Alright, maybe I’ll see y’ at the dance then,” Harry responded with a light, amused chuckle. 

Y/N watched as he turned his back and began to walk down the dirt road until he stopped briefly and spun around, “I didn’t catch y’name by the way,” He called out to her.

Y/N cupped her mouth, “It’s Y/N,”

“Y/N,” He said the name like he was testing how it sounded, “M Harry. Hey, I better see y’ at that dance Y/N, I don’t handle rejection all that well.” Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.

“I can believe that,” She yelled back.

“I’d say goodbye but I wanna see y’ at that dance so I’ll say goodnight instead.” Harry said with a casual salute before turning and continuing down the road.

Y/N shut the door and leaned against it, clutching her hands over her chest in complete disbelief. Her sister had warned her the pilots on the base would be young men near enough her own age and that she ought to be careful hanging around them. However, her sister hadn’t warned her that a man like Harry would stumble over to her workplace to pick up his sister and invite her to a dance on Friday night.

Y/N quickly cleaned up the nursery, shoving things into boxes and wiping down the tables, before grabbing her coat and running down the road to her house.

On every street on the housing estate, there was a row of houses that all looked the same but were owned by different types of people. Some had big families all living under one roof, others were men who lived alone. Y/N’s house was the first house on the street. It was a traditionally designed home with a pitched roof, a small front porch and symmetrical windows. She shared it with three other girls who all worked different jobs across the Air Force base. 

The sun had already set by the time she entered the house. All the lights were turned on and the gentle music of Buddy Holly sounded from the living room. Y/N kicked off her heels and hung up her coat, walking to the living room where Patsy and Molly were lounging on the couch. Molly had Patsy’s foot in her lap as she painted her toenails a wine red. 

Y/N collapsed on the couch next to Molly, “What’s wrong? Work not go so well?” Molly inquired.

“No,” Y/N huffed, resting her head on Molly’s shoulder, “It was wonderful.”

“Well, what’s got you so blue Peggy Sue,” Patsy questioned, her tone playful. She was reading a magazine and smoking a cigarette. 

“A man came into work after everybody left to pick up one of the girls, Elise.” Y/N clarified. 

“You mean Elise Styles?” Molly asked. 

Y/N sat up, “Yes, you know her?” 

“Just about every woman on this base knows her. She’s the Styles’ little sister.” Molly explained, “We’ve all had to babysit her at least once for those brothers.” 

“Yeah and neither of us will be doing it again,” Patsy piped up, as if reminding Molly. 

“Oh, you must know Harry then,” Molly paused, shoving Patsy’s foot off of her lap and turning to face Y/N.

“Is he the man you’re sighing over?” Patsy’s magazine fell to the floor as she too stopped to listen. 

Y/N furrowed her brows, confused by their reaction, “Y-yes, what about him?”

“What about him?” Molly stood, grabbing a cigarette from the packet on the coffee table and lighting it up, “Y/N you oughta be careful around all three of those brothers but especially Harry.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N glanced at Patsy who nodded in agreement with Molly. 

“That boy is not good news. He’s Offutt’s best pilot and he thinks that gives him the right to go around sniffing out every woman that steps foot onto this base.” Y/N frowns, watching as Molly begins to pace back and forth, “He didn’t ask you to go out with him did he?”

“Well he asked me to the dance on Friday. The one at the community centre.” 

“Oh, I bet he did!’ Molly exclaimed, “Listen Y/N, I’m telling you this because I don’t want any trouble for you. That boy is no good, he’s slept with half the ladies residing here and even the wives too I bet! He asked Patsy to go out to dinner with him one night and stood her up to go see another woman.”

Y/N glanced at Patsy, “He was flirting with two different women inbetween the moment he asked and our date a week later.” She added. 

“That’s right. Y/N darlin’, we shoulda warned y’ before y’ stepped foot out of this house this morning. Those Styles brothers will mess you around and leave y’ lonely for sport. You’re too nice to deserve all of that.” 

Y/N's shoulders slumped, “But he seemed so… nice.” Y/N pictured Harry with Elise and how gentle he was with her. 

“He’s not a bad person Y/N but when it comes to women, there’s no guessing what that man turns into.”

“Everyone’s heard plenty of things about why they came here too. If you ask me, his home wasn’t exactly a perfect example to him.” Patsy said.

“Well, whatever reason, best stay away from him.” Molly finished. 

Y/N heaved a sigh, “So I shouldn’t go to the dance on Friday?”

“Oh no, we’ll go to the dance. Harry’s not the only fine, young pilot on base I’ll tell you that.” Molly smirked and Patsy cheered with excitement at the thought of going out Friday night. 

Y/N attempted to smile, but she couldn't shake off the sadness upon realising that the man she had met earlier in the evening wasn't as kind as she had initially believed. Molly fell back onto the couch next to her and put an arm around her shoulders, “Cheer up sweet cheeks. I’m sure plenty of men will want to take you out after this dance.” 

Y/N managed a weak smile, grateful for Molly's comforting presence. "Thanks, Molly," she murmured, leaning into her friend's embrace.

"Yeah, plenty of fish in the sea, darlin'. You'll find one that's worth your time." Patsy chimed in.

Feeling a bit more reassured by her friends' words, Y/N nodded. "You're right. I can’t let one bad apple ruin my night."

Molly squeezed her shoulder affectionately. "That's the spirit! Now let's focus on having a great time at the dance. We can tell you about some of the other fellas who live here too."

With her friends' support, Y/N felt an inkling of hope return. She might have been disappointed by one man, but she wasn't about to let it dampen her spirits for the rest of the evening. She was glad she told her friends about her interaction with Harry and now she was left with one rule stitched into the back of her mind.

Keep away from Harry Styles. 

. . .

The night sky was clear enough to see the stars glittering against the pitch-black backdrop. A soft, gentle breeze flowed through the air as Harry lay back on the swinging chair on the front porch of the house he shared with his three brothers. 

This was his favourite time of day when it was completely silent and the air was cool and crisp. He didn’t like the nights so much when he was living with his parents. After midnight, or sometimes just before, his father would come in through the backdoor stinking the place up with alcohol and waking everyone up with his nightly rampages. 

Nowadays, the nighttime was the most relaxing part of the day and Harry savoured every second of it. He often finds himself sat out on the porch after putting Elise to bed. He’d smoke a cigarette or two, and maybe play his guitar a little bit. 

Tonight felt a little different though. Whilst his brothers were upstairs trying to put a fussy Elise to bed after she’d napped when he brought her home from nursery, he came outside and could think of nothing but the woman he found holding his little sister in her arms. 

Harry knew everyone on base the same way they knew him. He recognised faces easily and had at least one brief encounter with everyone he met in passing. However, the face he had met for the first time this evening was unfamiliar and new. 

Her features were delicate and angelic, with large doe eyes that held a hint of shyness to them. A soft, rosy blush adorned her cheeks and her lips were full and plush that he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of them. Her movements were gentle and her voice was airy and sweet, Harry thought of her stuttering and the way she’d blush whenever she spoke. He hadn’t seen anything like her in his life - he wasn’t a religious or spiritual person but, at that moment, he was pretty sure an angel had landed right in front of his very eyes. 

Even her name sounded as though it came from some kind of mythical text - one full of beauty and purity, love and light. 

Harry wasn’t the purist of men, far from it. He had slept in the beds of women he couldn’t remember the name of and indulged in his fair share of reckless behaviour. But in the presence of Y/N, he felt an unfamiliar stirring within him, a sense of longing tugging at his heartstrings. He didn’t know what it was and he wasn’t so sure he was ready to find out yet. 

He lit a cigarette with a matchstick and exhaled into the air, tendrils of smoke dancing above him. The sound of footsteps thudding inside of the house as someone walked downstairs, broke the silence he had been basking in. 

The door swung open and George stepped out, “Finally managed to get Elise to settle down though it took a whole round of nursery rhymes. Sonny’s still up there now, he’s afraid she’ll wake up again if he stops singing.” George took a cigarette from the pack Harry had in his pocket, “I thought you told those ladies at the nursery not to let her nap before she comes home.” 

“I did,” Harry spoke, his voice husky. 

“What? They didn’t listen to y’?” George chuckled. 

“There’s a new worker. I’ll let her know next time I see her.” Harry hadn’t wanted to tell Y/N that Elise wasn’t allowed to sleep so late in the afternoon because it was harder to get her to go to bed at night. He didn’t seem to have the heart to as he watched her hold the small girl in her arms. 

George scoffed, “A new worker? Is she a knockout at least?” 

Harry didn’t reply, instead asking,  “What do y’ think about the three of us going to the dance at the Community Centre on Friday?” 

George laughed until he realised his brother wasn’t laughing with him, “You’re serious?” 

The door swung open again and out stepped Sonny, “I swear if that baby wakes up, you two can sit in there and dance circles around her singing Miss Muffet for all I care. I ain’t doing that again.” He wiped his brow with the back of his hand, “Can y’ pass me a cigarette, George?” 

George handed the cigarette to Sonny, “Hey Sonny, Harry wants to know if we’ll go to the dance at the Community Centre this Friday.”

Sonny chuckled but that quickly went away, “Oh shit really?”

“Yeah tha’s what I thought,” George said.

“You got your eye on someone Harry?” Sonny spoke, “Is it that girl from the med centre? She sure is something.”

Harry sat up and turned to face his two brothers, “No, it’s not that,” He lied, “Jus’ thought we could go do something other than sit around and drink at the bar.” 

“But the dance?” Sonny quirked a brow, “You hate dances.”

“I never said that,” Harry said, even though he always made it known how much he hated the dances they held every Friday night. 

“No, I definitely think I remember y’ saying dances were for people who wanted to get laid but couldn’t,” George spoke, backing up his younger brother who nodded in agreement. 

“Alright,” Harry held his hands up, “Alright maybe I did say that. C’mon, what are you, Gunther and Francis? Sit down the pair of you.” They followed their older brother's orders, sitting on the seats opposite him. “Maybe there is a girl.” He sighed.

“Oh yeah?” Sonny smirked.

“Yeah, little shit,” Harry chuckled, “So if you could both do me a favour and get yourselves cleaned up Friday night because we’re going to a shitty dance and I won’t be having either of y’ covered in grease and soot.”

“Okay, alright, H.” George took a puff of his cigarette, “But you’re paying for drinks after.”  Harry shook his head, unable to suppress a chuckle.

. . .

Y/N stood in front of her bedroom mirror when Friday night rolled around. She had left the nursery in a hurry, needing as much time as possible to get ready for the dance at the Community Centre. She had been wracked with nerves all week, knowing there was a high chance she would see Harry there and she’d have to do her best to ignore him like Molly had told her to. 

She had picked out her outfit the night before. It was one of her best dresses- a lovely duck egg blue, satin fabric with a fitted bodice and a sweetheart neckline that showed off her decolletage. From the waist, the skirt flowed down in a full, flared A-line silhouette, gently swaying with every step. She wore white low heels on her feet and decided to carry a small purse with her too. 

Most of her time in the evening was spent on her hair and makeup. Y/N had almost used an entire can of hairspray to ensure her hair would stay intact the whole night. Molly had even given her a French manicure the night before and she spent the whole day at the nursery trying her best not to ruin her perfectly shaped nails. 

It had been a long time since she had put this much effort into going somewhere and it was all for a measly dance. There would be many other pretty girls who had spent more or less time on dressing up who probably had a better chance of catching the eye of a man than Y/N did. Yet she wasn’t hoping for the attention of just any man. 

Even though Molly and Patsy had warned her of Harry’s nature, she couldn’t stop thinking about Harry. The way his eyes sparkled when he smiled and the sound of his voice as he spoke in that deep, southern drawl. Every time she thought of going to the dance, he would appear in her mind. Maybe she didn’t necessarily want anything from him but she wanted to at least catch his eye enough to make a lasting impression on him. 

Y/N applied a little more powder to her nose and did one final check in the mirror. She straightened her shoulders, “This will have to do,” She muttered, grabbing her purse. 

Patsy and Molly were already downstairs drinking margaritas and listening to Frank Sinatra on the record player. “Oh and another one comes to join us,” Molly grinned, wearing a navy, spotty dress with a red belt wrapped around her small waist. 

“What took you so long?” Patsy grinned, pouring a drink in a martini glass and handing it to Y/N.

“O-oh no thank you, I don’t drink.” Y/N shook her head and forced a smile out of politeness.

“What? You don’t?” Patsy replied like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. 

“Oh c’mon! Just one little sip - liquid courage and all that.” Molly took the glass from Patsy to give to Y/N who forced herself to take it from her. She held the glass to her lips, taking one small sip and feeling a tiny burn from the alcohol. 

“Good right?” Molly smirked, lighting a cigarette and holding the packet open to Y/N. 

“No thank you, I don’t smoke either.” Y/N laughs nervously. 

“Fair enough,” Molly shrugs, passing the pack over to Patsy who happily takes one for herself. 

Y/N places her drink on the table, knowing she won’t be touching it again. “We’ll be heading out in a moment, we’re just waiting on one more.” As if she could hear them talking about her, footsteps thumped down the stairs and into the living room.

Y/N’s eyes widened when her eyes landed on the tall, blonde standing in the doorway. She was wearing a black dress with a neckline that showed off her bust and a tight waistline that accentuated her curves. The strands of her golden, blonde hair were tied back into a high ponytail with her fringe perfectly curled. She wore red lipstick on her plump lips which made the blue in her eyes even brighter than they already were. 

“You’ve been in your room for hours, Nancy,” Patsy whined. 

“Yes well, I don’t just plan on getting wasted tonight Patsy.” Nancy retorted. 

Nancy was Y/N's other housemate, but Y/N didn't know her as well as she knew Patsy and Molly. Even though they lived together, Nancy seemed a bit distant compared to the latter two, who were friendly and nice. Nancy would smile politely, but she didn't say much else. Oftentimes, Y/N would get a strange feeling about Nancy like how she would make little comments that seemed to be jabs masked by forced politeness or how sometimes it felt like Nancy enjoyed pointing out Y/N's mistakes, like how she did her laundry or what groceries she bought. She wasn’t sure what she had done to upset Nancy but Y/N hoped it was just her over-thinking that made her believe she was this way and that tonight would allow them to get to know each other a little better. 

Nancy’s eyes fell on Y/N and looked her up and down, “Nice dress,” She said, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness.

“Thank you,” Y/N offered her a smile but received nothing in return. 

“Alright ladies,” Molly stubbed her cigarette in the ashtray, “Let’s go catch us a few good men.”

“A few?” Patsy giggled.

“You’re right, I think a few is a little too much for this place.” Molly huffed and led the way out of the house and towards the community centre. 

Y/N could hear the live music coming from the centre as they walked down the street. Patsy and Molly were stumbling ahead, arms linked together as they laughed side by side. Y/N tried not to laugh at her friends as she walked alongside Nancy. 

“You planning on hooking up with anybody tonight?” Nancy’s voice broke the silence between them. 

“No I don’t think so,” Y/N replies. 

Nancy scoffs, “These dances are mostly for that you know, better prepare yourself when a fella tries to talk to you.”

“You think they’ll want to?” Y/N asked, hopeful.

Nancy glanced at her, “I’m sure they’ll snatch you right up those pilot boys.”

Y/N blushes, “Is there anyone you’ve got your eyes on tonight Nancy?” She liked this, conversing with Nancy. She hoped this would be the start of breaking the ice between them and maybe they could become friends eventually, or at least build acquaintances. 

Nancy smirks, “Only one.” She said nothing after that. 

The girls walked into the community centre which was already full of people from all over the airbase. A live band was playing Elvis Presley songs, the music blaring into Y/N’s ears once they stepped inside. “Any of you girls want a drink-”

“Molly is that Everett?” Patsy pointed to a man in the corner, talking to a woman. 

Molly’s face scrunched up, “I guess he’s back from Italy.”

Nancy interrupted the conversation, her eyes darting across the room like she was searching for somebody, “You girls grab something to drink, I’m just going to use the bathroom.”

“Who’s Everett?” Y/N asked Patsy as they walked towards the drinks table. 

“A guy Molly had a thing with last year,” Patsy explained.

“Yeah until he told me he was going to Italy for a year and wanted to break things off so he could get laid by an Italian woman.” Molly ranted, leading the girls to the drinks table. 

A bowl of punch resided in the centre of the table, Molly grabbed the ladle and poured them all a drink. Y/N took a sip and allowed her eyes to scan the room. Couples were dancing in the centre whilst others spoke in groups off to the side.  

Eventually, her eyes caught sight of a group of men walking through the door. Each one of them was dressed in a similar uniform, a navy blue tailored jacket and matching, fitted trousers. She watched as an entire group of them continued to flood in through the doors until the last man stepped through. 

He was wearing the same uniform as the others and his hair was gelled back with one curl falling in front of his forehead, unlike the messy curls she had seen when they first met. Y/N couldn’t help but stare as he weaved through the crowd and interacted with people as he walked past them. Everyone seemed to know him from the looks of it. He exuded confidence and bravado, people’s faces lighting up whenever he stopped to talk to them.

“Patsy?” One of the boys spoke. 

“Here we go,” Molly muttered, forcing a smile. 

A man with features that looked similar to the man Y/N had been eyeing, walked up to them with a taller man following him. “Hi Sonny,” Patsy greeted. 

“Y’ sure know how to make yourself look good when you want to,” He winked, eyeing her up and down.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Patsy put both her hands on her waist. 

“You know what I mean,” Sonny argued, realising he might have said something to offend her even though he had no idea what that might be. 

“Hi,” The taller man behind him spoke. Y/N looked up and was met with familiar green eyes except they were a little bit lighter than the ones she had seen. 

“Hi,” Y/N blushed.

“I’m George. Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around.” He wondered, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to the crowd as he spoke. 

“Y-Yes, I arrived recently actually. I just started working at the nursery.” She clarified. 

“Oh, the nursery! You must know my little sister Elise.”  Y/N’s lips turned upwards thinking of the little girl she had been spending so much time with over the last few days. Since her first day, Elise had constantly been wanting her attention whether it was to nap or play with things or read books. “You must have met my older brother then.”

“Older brother?” Y/N didn’t have enough time to register as George glanced around the room and called out his brother’s name. 

“Harry, c’mere!” He called. 

Harry’s head turned towards them in the middle of his conversation. His eyes landed on his brother until they found hers. He offered a small smile and began to walk towards them with a drink already in his hand, “This is one of the new workers at Elise’s nursery.” George introduced even though he didn’t really need to. 

“Yes, we’ve already met,” Harry said and Y/N thought she might melt into a puddle on the floor at the sound of his voice. “Hi there,”

“Hello,” Y/N smiled, shyly.

“So you came?” He teased. 

“I did.” She laughed, lightly. 

“And these are y’ friends?” He looked to Patsy and Molly who were bickering with Sonny who seemed to have said something else to offend them, George now joining in on the argument as he let Harry and Y/N talk. 

“Yeah, they’re my friends,” Y/N said, feeling nervous under his gaze. But despite her nerves, she couldn't deny the thrill of being the focus of his attention.

“Good to know,” He murmured, “Y come here with anyone else?” 

"Um, no, just the girls from my house," Y/N stuttered, feeling a rush of nerves as Harry's gaze lingered on her. "I don't know that many people. Other than the girls I live with and the ones from the nursery, who are all lovely, by the way," she added, her words tumbling out in a nervous ramble.

Harry grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement at her flustered state. "You know me too," he stated, his tone playful as he leaned in closer. 

Y/N gulped the air she breathed just as the lights in the centre dimmed. The fast-paced music began to slow down and couples gathered to the dance floor to slow dance together. “Y wanna dance with me Y/N?” Harry asked. 

“I-I’m not very good at it,” Y/N smiled sheepishly, her cheeks tinged with a delicate blush. It was impossible to resist the charm that radiated from him.

He held out the palm of his hand and Y/N’s lips parted as she glanced down at it, “S just swaying tha’s all. Think y’ can do that?” 

Y/N hesitantly nodded, her pulse quickening as Harry's long fingers gently wrapped around her wrist. A tingling sensation danced across her skin, sending shivers down her spine and causing goosebumps to rise in response to his touch. He led her to the centre of the dancefloor and turned around so they were face to face. Harry took both of Y/N's hands in his own, his touch sending electric currents coursing through her veins. With a tender yet confident touch, he trailed his fingers down her arms, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. As his hands settled at her waist, Y/N's breath turned shallow, her heart racing as the music floated through the air. 

She was stiff at first, unable to relax until he leant forward and whispered, “Relax birdy,” She felt his breath against her neck as he spoke. He squeezed her waist a little and she dropped her shoulders, trying her best to loosen up under the circumstances. 

“Birdy?” Y/N spoke, questioning the new nickname.

“I spotted y’ as soon as I stepped through the door. Your dress is blue ‘n it reminded me of the bluebirds I used to see back home whenever I’d go up in the mountains with my grandpa.” He explained. 

“I didn’t know you’d seen me.”

“I searched for y’ as soon as I walked in. I only came because of you, if I couldn’t find y’ I’d probably just turn back and go to a bar or something.” He chuckled and Y/N laughed with him.

“No Elise?” She questioned, unable to stop herself from asking about the little girl she had become fond of. 

“Elise is staying with the family next door. Little rascal tried to get ketchup on my uniform,” He rolled his eyes, “I got a free house if that’s what you’re implying though.”

Y/N’s face turned beat red, “N-No that’s not what I’m implying at all.”

“M just messin’” Harry grinned, cheekily.

Y/N relaxed, composing herself and trying to pull herself together, “I’ve heard things about you, you know.”

“Oh yeah?” Harry smirked, “What things?”

“Just things.” Y/N felt his fingertips press her skin for a moment.

“And do you believe these things?” Harry murmured, leaning in a little closer.

Y/N looked him in the eye, trying to see if she could read him without having to ask him a thousand questions, “I don’t know yet.” 

Harry opened his mouth to reply but was stopped by the sudden change in music and the lights turning on above them. People cheered as they gathered back into big groups and began dancing again. Harry bit back a grin, shaking his head, “Y wanna come outside with me?” He asked, shouting over the loud music. Y/N bit her lip and nodded, taking his outstretched hand and allowing him to pull her through the crowd of people. 

The air was cold once they stepped outside. Harry led her over to a small bench nearby where fewer people were gathered. He pulled out a cigarette and offered her the pack, “Oh no thank you, I don’t smoke.” She declined, politely. 

Harry smiled around his cigarette, his gaze lingering on Y/N for a beat or two as he casually slipped the pack into the pocket of his trousers. The air between them was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft sound of music drifting from inside the centre. Sensing Y/N's slight shiver, Harry swiftly removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders without saying a word.

"But you'll get cold," Y/N protested, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Don't y’ worry about me. I don't get cold," Harry quipped, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he shrugged off her concern. His white t-shirt revealed toned arms adorned with a few tattoos littering his tanned skin. 

As Harry tilted his head back to blow smoke into the night air, Y/N couldn't help but admire the way he carried himself with effortless confidence. Gathering her courage, she decided to strike up a conversation.

"Were those your brothers back there?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Yeah, Sonny and George," Harry confirmed with a hint of pride in his voice.

"They look so much like you," Y/N remarked, her curiosity piqued.

"Strong genes, I suppose," Harry shrugged, his tone becoming more serious as he opened up about his family background. 

"What about you? Do you have any siblings?" He inquired.

"Just an older sister and my little niece, Rosie Jean," Y/N replied, a fond smile tugging at her lips as she thought of her family.

"And your parents?" Harry pressed, his gaze intense as he studied her reaction.

"My parents are doctors, they work at a surgery in town," Y/N explained, feeling a pang of homesickness as she reminisced about her upbringing.

"And yours?" She prompted, turning the conversation back to Harry.

"M parents are nobodies," Harry's voice took on a sombre tone, clearly his family life was a sensitive topic. Sensing his discomfort, Y/N chose her next words carefully.

"What about Elise?" she asked, hoping to lighten the mood with talk of his sister.

"Elise is better off being raised by us three than being left alone in a house with batshit crazy," Harry scoffed, his protective instincts kicking in.

Feeling the weight of their conversation, Y/N searched for a way to lift Harry's spirits. "What made you want to be a pilot?" she asked, genuinely interested.

“Sonny came home wanting to sign up for cadet training after they visited his school. He came home running through the doors with a flyer in his hand and told everybody he was going into the army. I told him ‘No brother of mine is going anywhere that requires trench foot and guns.’ He didn’t talk to me for a week after that. It wasn’t until I found an advertisement where y’ could train to fly planes when I decided I was gonna make a better life for myself and my siblings. It just so happened Sonny and George wouldn’t let me go at it alone.” He inhaled his cigarette before tossing it to the ground. 

As Harry shared the story of how he and his brothers found their way to Offutt, Y/N couldn't help but admire his determination. She found herself drawn to him even more, captivated by his strength and the way he always included his brother’s in everything he spoke about. 

A comfortable silence settled between them. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as Harry smoothly slid his hand next to hers, their fingers intertwining effortlessly. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through her. 

"Have I told y’ how beautiful y’look tonight?" Harry's voice was soft, his gaze locking with hers in a way that made her heart race.

Y/N blushed at his compliment, unable to tear her eyes away from his. "You're lying," she protested, feeling a surge of warmth spread through her cheeks.

"I swear it," Harry insisted, his hand reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Swear on m’ life, birdy."

Y/N's heart fluttered at the nickname, a secret thrill running through her as she turned to face him. His eyes held a tenderness that melted her defences, and she found herself smiling back at him.

"Hi, birdy," Harry murmured, a dimple appearing on his cheek as he leaned in closer.

"Hi, Harry," Y/N whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she savoured the moment.

Harry's shoulders dropped and a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips, though he seemed to be fighting to contain it. “I can’t lie to y’ birdy, I can’t stop thinking about kissing you,” Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing at his words. “I was gonna lie and tell y’ I’d been thinking about it since I saw you tonight but… quite honestly, I think I've been dreaming of y’ since I met y’ the other day.” 

Y/N didn’t know what to say, she felt as though someone had put a zipper straight across her mouth and she couldn’t get it to open. All she could feel was every muscle in her body beating against her skin as though they were trying to force her to surge forward and kiss him herself. “Y-You can if you want,” She stuttered, cheeks pink.

Harry laughed, “What about if you want? Can’t go kissin’ y’ if y’ don’t want it birdy.” 

“I do want it,” Y/N nodded. 

“Yeah?” He spoke but it came out more like a whisper. 

“Yeah.” Y/N gulped, feeling nervous. 

Harry didn’t hesitate once the word had left her mouth. He leaned forward, closing the distance between them. Their lips met in a gentle, tentative kiss, soft and exploratory. Y/N's heart fluttered as she melted into the warmth of Harry's embrace, her senses flooded with the taste of his lips and the scent of his cedarwood cologne.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the sweetness of the moment, their kisses deepening with each passing second. Harry's arms wrapped around Y/N, pulling her as close to him as possible. 

In that instant, everything else faded away—the noise of the party, the chill of the night air—leaving only the two of them, lost in the heat of their first kiss. 

They were both breathless as they pulled apart. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open to find Harry already looking at her, his eyes filled with emotion and intense desire. She noticed his tongue poke out to lick his bottom lip and she couldn’t help but giggle when she noticed the red lipstick stain she had left on his mouth from her kiss. 

“Where abouts do you live?” Harry murmured.

“Clemon Street,” Y/N spoke, her voice coming out a whisper. 

“Yeah? That’s on my way home,” He grinned. 

“Oh really?” Y/N bit back a laugh, “I thought y’ lived on Newark Street - it said so in Elise’s file.” 

Harry shrugged, “I like to go the long way round.��� Y/N didn’t bother pulling him up on the fact that the two streets were on opposite ends of the housing estate. 

“Can I walk y’ home?” He asked, his fingers fiddling with the fabric of her dress. 

Y/N nodded, biting her bottom lip, “Yeah I’d like that.” 

Harry grinned, “Well alright then.”

They stood up, Y/N keeping his jacket around her shoulders since it was still cold out, “I’ve just got to go to the bathroom,” She motioned towards the community centre. 

“I’ll wait for y’ at the door,” He said, following her as they walked to the community centre side by side. Y/N walked up to the steps and opened the door, she looked over her shoulder to make sure Harry was still there- that he was real and not just someone she dreamt up.

Harry caught her eye, “M not going anywhere birdy,” he winked, “hurry up so I can walk y’ home and kiss y’ again.” 

Y/N laughed and hurried straight to the bathroom. Once inside, she closed the cubicle door behind her and sank down onto the lid of the toilet seat, a wide grin spreading across her face. Unable to contain her excitement, she let out a delighted squeal, her mind buzzing with thoughts of the moment she had just shared. 

She pulled out the pocket mirror from her bag and quickly reapplied the lipstick that had been smeared off. She fluffed up her hair with her hands and rubbed her aching cheeks from where had been smiling so much. She stood up and held Harry’s coat in her arms.  As Y/N stepped outside the community centre, she scanned the area in search of Harry, hoping to catch a glimpse of him waiting for her. Her anticipation turned to disappointment when she couldn't spot him anywhere, and her shoulders slumped slightly in resignation. Just as she was about to turn away, a figure caught her eye—a silhouette that had a striking resemblance to Harry—standing in a shadowy corner illuminated by the lights from the community centre.

Heart fluttering with excitement, Y/N smiled and took a step forward, eager to walk home with him. However, her joy quickly turned to dismay when she realised he wasn't alone.

A sudden giggle pierced the air, causing Y/N's heart to sink. Molly's warning appeared typed out in big letters at the forefront of her mind, filling her with regret and dread as she hesitated, frozen in place. With each step she took closer, the scene before her unfolded—it was Nancy, her housemate, clinging to the man she had just kissed.

I imagine George to be Callum Turner and Sonny to be Timothee Chalamet specifically from ms stevens but you can imagine whoever you’d like ! <;33

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[rotten1angel]

⛸️ silver soul — select a winter date from this list & a character and i’ll write a lil blurb or imagine Could I ask for a little something with 💋  ─  be caught standing under the mistletoe and Sirius Black? I think it could be so cute💕 Take all the time you need! Love the winter celly btw💜

short and sweet / s. black

sirius black x shy!fem!reader

0.6k words

summary — christmas eve in the gryffindor common room

authors note & warnings — ummm my family opens presents on christmas eve so i included that, no warnings i don’t think but lmk!

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the marauders, as well as lily, marlene, and dorcas, had decided they would stay at hogwarts for winter break. and sirius, your loving, dog of a boyfriend, had convinced you to stay as well, you bunked in with the girls over the break, and gryffindor tower was empty besides the eight of you.

tonight was christmas eve, and all of you had crowded around the unnecessarily large christmas tree that had appeared a week before. marlene and dorcas were squished onto a large cushioned chair, lily curled up at the west end of the long couch in front of the fire, james spread out next to her. remus and peter had taken up the east side of the couch, and sirius had you on his lap in the chair mirroring marlene and dorcas’s. the eight of you were exchanging your gifts to each other, as well as james’s mother’s gifts for the boys.

remus had a mountain of chocolate next to him on the side table, eagerly munching away at a bar james had gotten him from honeydukes. sirius had tried to steal a roll of caramel chocolates from his stash, earning a slap from remus’s scarred hand and a stern look from you.

“get your own, these are my christmas presents.” the shaggy haired boy grumbled as sirius tosses his hands up in defense.

“you got enough sugar sitting on your lap, pads.” james comments, making marlene laugh as your cheeks flush slightly.

“ah, how could i forget,” sirius muses as he moves to kiss your cheek, you allowing him to, and not exactly being able to stop him anyway.

“aye, get a room!” marlene scolds, a laugh spilling out of her mouth as she throws a decorative pillow at the two of you.

sirius deflects it onto the ground as the group laughs, a merry air in the warm common room.

dorcas yawns, lily following her action.

“have we passed out all the presents?” lily asks, itching to get into her warm bed. remus gets up to check under the tree for anything hidden.

“‘believe so,” he states as he straightens out again, stretching his back in the process.

“then im headed to bed, you guys are exhausting,” she says as she untucks her legs from under her, stretching them out as she gets up.

“i will also be taking my leave,” dorcas states, getting up from where she was entangled with marlene on the large chair.

“whaat, you guys are so lame.” marlene says as she spreads out on the now spacious chair.

“yeah yeah, scold me in the morning.” dorcas replies, another yawn escaping her mouth as she follows lily’s lead to the stairs to the girls’ dorms.

“see you all in the morning,” lily says, earning multiple ‘night’s and ‘sleep well’s from the group.

you yawn in sirius’s lap, catching his notice. “sleepy, love?”

“no, ‘m fine..” you say, drowsiness in your soft voice.

“c’mon lovely,” he ushers as he helps you out of his lap, getting up after you. you lean into his warm body when he stands again. “time to get my lady into bed, fellas, and marlene.”

she throws a glance in his direction as he steers you toward the stairs as well. when you both stop at the base, a mistletoe grows from the high ceiling, catching james and marlene’s attention.

you look up at it before looking at sirius, and your warm cheeks flush again.

“c’mon lovebirds, give us a little show!” marlene calls as sirius grins.

you stand on the first step, now standing slightly taller than him and he looks up at you and in a soft voice murmurs, “can i?”

you nod and his hands move to hold yours as he presses a chaste kiss to your pillowy lips. it’s short but sweet and when he pulls away you're all shy and he just grins at you before kissing the bridge of your nose. “g’night sweetheart,”

you murmur a goodnight before heading up to the girls common room, hearing james and marlene’s teasing of sirius as you go.

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[giggly-argent]

Late Lunch

lmao this Technically isn't finished but I gave up at the end so! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (loosely based it off tht one pic of Ori that I'll put below the cut ♡)

Word Count: 3184

The employee lounges in Aster's castle were just as decorated as the rest of the palace, with the spaces for the highest ranking officials being the most lavish. Massive windows overlook the well-manicured courtyard garden, bathing the room in soft, golden light. Rich tapestries line the walls, adorned with intricate designs and vibrant colors. The centerpiece of the room is a massive oak coffee table, surrounded by plush sofas and armchairs, perfect for weary officials after a hard day's work. This particular break room was reserved for the (mostly) admirable young captains of the West Wing, but two far less admirable freeloaders had found themselves lounging there instead.

Orion was sprawled out on one of the plush couches, his ruby eyes half-lidded as he watched his fellow nuisance Homare make his ninth or tenth dizzying lap around the room. The silent demon seemed to be in a daze, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his black jeans and his head tilted up at the ceiling. As nice as it was to not have the younger menace causing a fuss, his atypical dawdling was starting to bother Ori.

“Dude, what're you on? You're looking like a fuckin’ zombie.” Orion snickers aloud, finally pulling Homare from his listless trance. He stops in his tracks and pulls his right hand from his pocket, cupping it to make a simple gesture down his chest: he was hungry.

The ever smug rockstar just waves towards the door, earning a blank stare from his restless friend. "Uh, you know the biggest food court in the kingdom is right out there," he snorts, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. "And it's all you can eat, unless you're expecting me to pay for ya'!”

Internally, Homare's thoughts were racing. “This dumbass knows that's not what I mean, right? Or maybe I never told him... no he HAS to know already, it's obvious-” His face scrunches up in frustration as he tries to think of a way to convey his intentions.

"...Well, if money's really that tight, I don't mind covering this time, eheh..." Orion's playful smirk grew more tense as he switched his tone. While Homare was lost in thought, his piercing emerald stare was practically boring through Orion's head. Homare snapped from his trance again, shaking his head and slouching over in exaggerated defeat.

"I-N-C-U-B-U-S," his fingers spelled out, his antsy gaze now aimed at the floor to avoid eye contact. He idly rocks on his heels, almost as if he were embarrassed by his predicament. "I need to feed." He signs feebly, and Ori could hear a quiet, unintelligible grumble from under the man's cloth mask.

"Oooh wait, I get it!" Homare rolls his eyes as the lightbulb goes off above Orion's head.

"Shit, I got a roommate just like you. We help him out all the time- his dumbass always forgets to feed when we're out touring-" The star rambles on, tugging at the collar of his jacket and brushing his hair back to reveal a few telling hickeys around his neck and shoulders.

Homare's pale face goes beet red and he straightens up fast. Why did those marks look so… fresh? Before he could let his mind get carried away for a third time, the exasperated demon tried clear the air as fast as possible. “Not that way!" Now both of hands were out, and more irritable murmurs accompanied his dramatic signing.

Orion tilted his head and stood up from the couch, strolling right over to the blushing man. "Riiiiight... So how do you do it then?" With his hands on his hips, the taller demon's casually flirty look only twisted Homare's thoughts even more.

Homare blinks up at him, appearing starstruck for a moment before his lips curl into a faint smile under his mask. The oddball doesn't give a clear response yet. He quietly snickers to himself, only leaving Orion more curious than before.

"C'mon, spit it out~" Orion lets out a playful whine, nudging the incubus with his elbow. "You're killin' me here, dude!" Much to his annoyance, Homare just crosses his arms and gives a nonchalant shrug, playing more coy than usual.

"Hah, don't lie to me, you bra-HAHT!!" All at once, every last drop of smugness vanished Orion's voice once he felt something soft brush against the shell of his ear. He frantically scans the room, not noticing a faint purple glow from Homare's hands. Two glittering, enchanted purple feathers soon revealed themselves from behind Ori's wild mane before fluttering over his pointed ears.

"B-Broho, the fuck are you doing?!" The startled man sputters, snatching one of the plumes out of the air while clumsily stumbling back to dodge the other. "That... Doesn't work on me!”

"Not ticklish?" Orion didn't expect to shiver just from seeing the word signed out, and that hungry, almost predatory look on Homare's face wasn't doing him any favors either. Nevertheless, he tried to keep cool, hoping he could shake the troublemaker off before he learned too much.

"Neh-Nuh uh, it just, uh... It felt weird!" Foolishly, Orion thought he could laugh it off for the time being, until a gentle push to his chest pressed him back against the wall. That little weirdo really had him cornered… But that aura of yearning in his often unreadable eyes made the rockstar's heart pound in his chest.

"We'll do it your way, then." Homare briefly leaned back just to let Orion see him signing. He then slowly tugged at the other's jacket, but he barely had a chance to feel it before Ori eagerly ripped it off himself. His own hands wrapped around Homare's hips and yanked him closer, erasing the gap between the two.

"Aww! Look at you, tryna be all dominant-" Ori chuckles, his goofy, boyish charm still slipping through his seductive front. Homare only hummed and tilted his head, too close to sign a response. Instead, he did the next best thing.

Slender gloved hands trailed down Ori's arms, only stopping to graze the bare skin of his waist. Even through his hunger, Homare was still one step ahead of his target, distracting him with the unfamiliar, yet extremely welcomed advances all while he worked his other magic more subtly.

Ori's racing heart nearly leapt from his body when his wrists were grasped tight, and it didn't take long for him to spot the familiar purple magic forcing his arms up behind his head. Before he could protest, the taller punk's toned waist was stretched taut, leaving him vulnerable in front of the famished incubus. He knew he was seeing traces of a grin under that dark mask now…

“H-Hold on!" Ori's eyes widened when Homare turned away from him. He ignored the man’s preemptive begging, summoning a small portal to sift through his storage. "I was just jokin', babes! Doesn't matter who tops, I'm not that pick- what the fuck are those-"

When he spun back around, Homare was holding several wooden sticks in one hand, and he waved the portal shut with the other. The tools almost looked like ear picks, but the size and sturdiness of the plumes at the end let him know they weren't meant for an average grooming.

Homare didn't grace him with a spoken or signed answer, deciding to give him a more hands on introduction instead. Holding the other four tools in one hand, he traced the feathery tip of the last one over Orion's bare stomach. If the punk wasn't actually ticklish like he claimed to be, he might've noticed Homare was just signing his own name. Instead, his eyes were squeezed shut, fangs clamping down on his lip to hold his giggles in.

"Shihit-!" Ori pressed against the wall, trying not to squirm too much that would give away his ticklishness after all. The round plumes looked pillowy soft, but held just enough firmness to make him jolt and whimper with every stroke.

Homare, being a jerk as usual, stealthily conjured up a small magic hand by his captive's side: those purple fingers then briefly drilled near Ori's back where it met the wall. The punk nearly screamed in surprise and arched his back, giving Homare the opportunity to press the fluffy tool right into his navel and give it a spin.

"GAHAH-?! Oh fffuhuhck you!" It all happened so fast; Orion couldn't stop the quick bark of laughter that forced its way out. He tried to glare at the bratty incubus, but that stupidly cute, cocky look in his eye made Ori give up instantly- or maybe it was that twirling tool in his navel. "D-Don't look at me like thaHAHAT!!"

As if he hadn't had enough surprises, he felt another plume dancing along his skin. The spare magic hand kept the other three tools nearby, while Homare dragged two of them over Ori's waistline. More strained snickers slipped from the punk's lips, just feeding into Homare's urges even more.

How did these stupid things tickle so bad? Even Homare was surprised by how effective they were. His regular victims usually required a lot more effort to crack, but Orion, as tough as he pretended to be, seemed to crumble at the softest touches. With a longing sigh, Homare slowly started to drag the plumes upwards, drawing more panicked prattling from the bound man.

"Nnonohoho don't you fucking dahahare- Ahaha wahahAIIT!!" The incubus paused surprisigly enough, holding the tools right below Orion's underarms.

He'd noticed Ori reaching a new level of struggling once he got a liiiitle too close to his armpits- definitely a weak spot. As much as he would've loved to keep slowly teasing the punk over and over, gradually breaking him down with those soft, calculated strokes… He'd have to save that for a day when he didn't feel like he was withering away from hunger.

Orion felt a wave of relief wash over him when Homare stepped back, tossing the two sticks in the air, but that feeling was painfully short-lived. The hand holding the remaining tools split into three separate wisps of magic at the dull snap of Homare's fingers, and two similar wisps caught the others that he tossed. Now all five of the fluffy plumes were poised directly over Ori's bare body, just waiting on the cue to strike.

"Ahh..." Homare noticed his captive breaking a sweat, and clasped his hands together. That nervousness was so cute- it always made his meals more flavorful! On the other end, Orion managed to break his focus from the (non)threatening picks hovering around him, putting on a wide, antsy grin. "Homareeee… Are you trying to kill me?"

Homare shook his head at the pretty-boy's whining, which drew the next question from him. "Are... you mad at me?" Yet another nonverbal ‘no’, and the oblivious man took that as a sign to relax. "...So that means you'll let me go now, right?"

The third answer sent a shiver down Orion's spine. Maybe it was his anxiety over getting the living hell tickled out of him, but he could've sworn he heard Homare actually whisper "no" that time. Before he had the chance to throw out another distraction, all five plumes made their move.

The first began at his waist, drawing a large circle around his stomach that grew smaller with each loop, just threatening to dive right back into his navel. Two more flew up to his pointed ears to mimic the annoying feathers from earlier, but this time there was nothing he could do to slap them away.

The last two dove straight into Ori's taut underarms, dragging up and down in an erratic pattern to keep him on his toes. Some strokes were long and slow, dragging up his arms and down to his chest. The others were faster and never strayed too far from his pits.

Poor Orion was beside himself with laughter. He couldn't even try to hold back the shriek that ripped from his lips as soon as the tools touched down.

"NOHOHOHOHOO!! " The sudden ticklish onslaught broke his nerves immediately, and his initial fit of thrashing against his bonds melted into useless tugging and worming around. After just a few more seconds of reckless squirming, the sensitive punk slumped against the wall, tossing his head back and letting his cackling flow free.

"YOHOHOU'RE THE WOHOHOHOOORST!!" he whined at his captor, who was practically drinking up the panicked, helpless laughter. He couldn't hear Homare's amused giggle in response, but he could tell the sadistic brat was too pleased with himself seeing how the tickling just didn't seem to stop.

But Homare's mean streak didn't end there. Orion’s tickle-addled brain didn't process the sound of Homare snapping again, but he definitely felt the plumes moving faster than before.

The one at his stomach stopped circling around, dipping into his navel again and prodding around incessantly. At his underarms, the tools became more focused on drawing the loudest squeals from their pretty ticklish ‘toy’, twirling right over the smooth skin with a bit more pressure than before.

While he wasn't near the point of silent laughter (damned musical breath training), the pitifully sensitive rockstar couldn't get a single word out once the harsher tickling took over. His already uncontrollable giggling went up almost a full octave, and his body went rigid for a split second before slumping back down. He weakly shook his head, trying anything his instincts could work up to keep the fluffy tools away from his ears.

Homare gave it another minute or two, then slowed down the tickling with another soft sigh of delight. Now that he had the chance, Orion took this opportunity to finally spit out his defeat.

"AHA-ALRIGHT!! It tihihickles!!" Homare's ears perked up, and he couldn't help but giggle in awe. He had only sped up the tickling just to satiate his hunger faster, but Ori's whiny concession was an added bonus.

"Huh?" Just to be a dick, the incubus stepped closer and cupped his ear, snapping at Orion to get his attention. Ori's eyes were blurry with tears, but he could still see the eccentric demon taunting him.

"Oh fuck yohohou- WAITWAHAHIT!!" He only had a moment to regret his poor choice of words: it almost looked like Ori would break free with how hard he jerked under Homare’s fingertips. The incubus listlessly poked around his ribs, getting dangerously close to under joining those plumes at his underarms. "IT TICKLES, IT TIIHIHICKLES!!!”

After what felt like hours to the ticklish drama king, Homare pulled both his hands and all of the fluffy tools away, though they still hovered nearby in just case Ori was dumb enough to to spare any more sass.

Though it felt like he'd just started, Homare's energy had flooded back faster than he was used to. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but this quick, strong rejuvenation wasn't entirely foreign to him. He'd once had an encounter with a nymph queen whose mirthful squeals of laughter replenished his power almost too fast- Maybe Ori's own magic was on par with hers?

…No, not a chance. Now that it was on his mind, he could recall similar experiences nearly every time he (begrudgingly) had his precious, eager to please Inori help him feed as well, and he knew her magic was always on the weaker side. He tried to think of anything his best friend had in common with the punk in front of him or a powerful queen, but he just couldn't draw any parallels...

Ori was still pressed against the wall, breathlessly giggling long after the tickling had stopped. Once he blinked away his tears, he could see Homare having a stretch and getting lost in his own mind as usual. The sight of the tools lingering nearby kept him on edge, but he couldn't help but notice a stark change: the magic holding them seemed more vivid in color. "Huh..." Ori huffed softly, his teary eyes shifting from the tools to the seemingly energized troublemaker in front of him.

"What's up? You full already?" He piped up, startling Homare mid-stretch. The incubus furrowed his brows, noticing the familiar shit-eating grin that Orion had the nerve to bear. "Heheh, and here I was thinking you were starving! Can't believe you'd use me as a quick snack."

While Ori was just teasing the other man, he didn't know he was poking a sleeping… No, a freshly energized, very alert bear. Homare stared the punk down, his visible eye now just as vibrant as his magic. He didn't bother to snap this time, cutting out the theatrics in favor of dishing out his favorite punishment.

The bondage around Orion's arms suddenly shifted, and the taller demon dropped to his knees with a startled gasp. He thought his bonds were completely loosened, but the incubus had the rope catch his wrists on the way down, fully stretching his arms above his head. Taking full advantage of his captive's stunned state, Homare dropped down as well, seating himself straight onto Ori's lap.

“Hghn-!? What-???” Orion was already convinced he fit the bill of an ‘inexperienced, flustered idiot’ by now, but the moment he tried to save face one last time, he was immediately countered by Homare slowly tugging down his own mask. It felt like he could never get used to seeing the lower half of the younger demon's pretty face, but what really shook him was the impish, telltale smirk on his lips. Ori shivered, feeling Homare's gloved hands gingerly rubbing up and down his sides. It might've been relaxing if he didn't know what it was leading up to. "D-Damnit! Wait, can't you take a joke?? Ya’ don't really HAVE to keep going-"

"Yes, I do." A lovely, melodic, and oh-so unfamiliar whisper seemed to shatter any of Orion's objections- that, and the feeling of soft lips grazing his cheek afterward. Ori's mind went blank, save for one thought: the incubus known for being an unpredictable, dangerous threat was currently planting the most tender kisses along his jawline.

When it seemed like Homare's lips would finally meet Orion's, that teasing brat only gave him a quick peck instead of what he truly wanted. Homare leaned back and let out an airy laugh, one that Orion would've folded over without a drop of shame if he wasn't so riled up.

Homare didn't give him the chance to whine over it too much. Soon, the hands at Ori's waist dug in, squeezing at his hips without warning. Orion bucked and yelped, almost jerking himself up off the floor, but Homare kept him in his place, kneading that sweet spot with light, hellish precision.

"OH MY GOHOHOD I HATE YOU!!"

“I know…♡ " Homare kept his voice low, leaning in to carry on with the soft kisses, this time right along Ori's ear. The combined merciless squeezing and loving, tickly kissing was maddening. He so desperately wanted to break out of the ropes and give Homare a taste of his own medicine, but a part of him didn't seem to mind the position he was in…

#tickling #tickle fic #my ocs #//orion #//homare #wuughhhjgh i write like english is my 9th language but itll be alright ♡

[thelampisaflashlight]

Pick Me Up pt. 1

[Semi-based on this little comic I did a year ago that people have been reblogging again recently. Dew hurts his back during practice, and Rain is a lot stronger than he looks.] Below the cut.

Despite what others might tell you, Dew has never found his height to be an issue while living on the surface. In fact, he rather likes the size of his vessel; Not quite so small that he is inconvenienced by it, and not so tall that his back need be kept perpetually hunched over indoors.

Sure, he wishes he was a little taller, maybe an inch... or four... so he didn't look so incredibly petit beside the other male ghouls, but it's fine.

He's fine.

Doesn't have a complex about it at all.

It's not like he's laid awake comparing himself to them.

Wondering what it would be like to be as towering as Mountain, as sturdy as Aether, or as balanced as Swiss.

No, never.

...Okay, maybe sometimes.

Most of the time.

Every day.

The only other person he's ever shared this particular insecurity with is Cumulus, because she gets it.

But while the ghoulette's height, or lack thereof, is seen as endearing or cute... Dew's has, historically speaking, been parsed as weakness.

How often had the other ghouls in his pack back in the pit looked at him with pity for being so small?

He'd been a good hunter, a provider, a hard worker... but that was never enough to earn their respect.

Among ghouls, even if you can walk the walk and talk the talk, if there's something about you that makes you seem weaker in the eyes of the pack leader, that's it; You are weak.

"Your mother was small." his father told him one day as he bundled him up in furs -For the lowest levels of Hell are a frozen wasteland, so cold that it burns- looking at him with gentle eyes, "But she was not weak. You are not weak. No matter what Princeps says, you are strong."

So why...

Dew feels something in his back pop.

The others must hear it, too, the way their heads all pivot to look at him.

Or maybe it's the sound of his instrument hitting the floor that draws their attention first.

Any which way-

"Are you okay??" Aeon squeaks from nearby, and, Satanas, Dew wants to disappear.

Instead, though, he stands there, hunched over for a moment as he tries to process what just happened.

His spine screams at him as he straightens it out, eliciting another loud pop, this time slotting whatever fell out of place back in, and then right back out.

The groan that escapes his body is entirely involuntary, and laced with pain.

Someone else is asking what's wrong now, but Dew ignores them in favor of gripping the railing of the practice stage and pinching his eyes shut as his back gives an audible click.

There's a collective hiss at the sound, and Dew decides that continuing to stand around like this isn't doing him any favors, so he eases himself down the railing, first to sit, and then down further, forcing his back to lay flat against the ground.

The bright overhead lights shine in his face, so he throws an arm over his eyes, the other coming to rest on his chest as he shifts his legs around.

"You good, Smokey?" Swiss asks, now looming over him, hands on his knees, "You're kind of scaring us, bud..."

"...m' fuckin' back's out..." Dew mutters through clenched teeth, "Get Aether."

Swiss' brow creases, "Shit, dude. Okay, okay... Thing One and Thing Two, go find Aether!"

Aeon and Aurora chirp in indignation at being called "Things" but an irritated croak from somewhere in the room has them headed out the door.

"How'd this even happen??" Rain wonders, appearing beside Swiss, looking down at Dew, worried.

Dew says nothing, because honestly even he isn't sure exactly what happened.

He thinks, maybe, he twisted when he should have turned, and something about the motion pulled something out of place during his usual back bend, not enough to cause problems on the way down, but the on the way back up...

"...I'm a fucking idiot." Dew winces, trying to sit up and failing miserably.

"Hey, hey, just stay still." Rain frets, "It's okay, you'll be okay."

"Goddd..." Dew groans.

"Oooohh... You know he's in pain if he's swearing like that." Swiss cringes.

.

.

.

Two weeks.

Two. Fucking. Weeks.

"It could be fine in a couple days, but I don't want you to push yourself." Aether had said while looking him over in the infirmary, "I can treat the pain, but the rest has to heal on its own."

"Let me die then." Dew had hisses as the older quintessence ghoul massaged along his spine.

"You're not going to die, Dew."

"Kill me then."

"Dew."

It's been three days now, and Dew's back is still bothering him.

He can't even get out of bed to use the bathroom without having to tell someone first for fear that he might have a spasm and fall over and hurt himself if left alone.

"Is taking it easy really that hard?" Rain scolds him after the water ghoul finds him sprawled out on the ground on his belly, having tried -and clearly failed- to go back to his usual routine despite his back creaking at him ominously, "You're injured, you need to lay down and rest!"

"I'm bored as shit!" Dew hisses, face half pressed into the carpet, unable to lift himself.

Rain crouches down and helps him, slowly, onto his feet, "You could always watch something on your laptop, or maybe read a book?"

"I already-"

Dew pauses and makes a face as Rain maneuvers him back onto the bed, rearranging his limbs around with ease.

"What?"

"Nothing." Dew settles against the pillows.

"You clearly have something on your mind." Rain says, crossing his arms, "Better to get it off your chest now than to stew in it."

"Do I weigh... like... nothing to you?"

Rain blinks.

"I mean, no, but..." he shrugs, "You're not too heavy, I guess?"

"...huh."

"Whatcha thinkin'?"

"If I... You think you could carry me to the living room?" Dew questions, watching Rain's brown curls bounce to the side as he tilts his head, "Could you carry me to the living room so I can watch TV? ...Please?"

"Will you stay put if I lay you down on the couch?" Rain asks, already leaning down to scoop the ghoul up.

"Sure, sure, just get me out of this place and I'll do whatever you say."

"I'm holding you to that." Rain sniffs, carefully lifting Dew up into his arms, and... Huh.

Dew isn't sure why, but there's something about being held like this that feels...

"Comfortable?"

Good.

"'s'not so bad."

Rain hums and carries him out of his room, stopping to pocket Dew's phone on the way out.

"Just in case."

The walk from the dorms to the ghouls' common area isn't that long, but Dew kind of wishes it was, if only so he could stay in Rain's arms a little longer.

Speaking of...

From this angle, Dew pretty much has no choice but to stare at the side of the ghoul's face.

He's never really thought about it before, but Rain's profile is really nice, and his nose is... would it be weird to say it's cute?

It's definitely on the larger side, but that's not a bad thing, in fact he thinks it makes some of his more delicate features a bit more balanced.

While he's lost in thought thinking about how weirdly handsome Rain is, the ghoul in question turns to look at him, grinning, "Something wrong?"

"Did you know noses are the dicks of the face?" Dew blurts and-

"Huh?"

-Oh fuck why did he say that??

#lamp writes #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic #raindrop #nameless ghoul shipping #you ever just say something random because you got put on the spot? #that's dew

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Loving Her Was Red

Summary: Lois Drake an SOE from England didn't expect to fall in love, she didn't want to but there was something about the blushing, red-headed officer that melted her cold exterior. But war is no place for love and can they endure. Warnings: implied sexual images, swearing, Lois and Nix being sassy.

Love From R

Dick groaned as he rolled over, his back sore and his legs aching as his blurry eyes adjusted to the ceiling above him. It wasn’t the ceiling he normally woke up to. The familiar plain white ceiling of the house he was billeted in was gone. Its wake was a lavishly painted ceiling with Greek figures strewn across it. As Dick’s eyes adjusted to his surroundings he noticed the ruffled bed covers across his naked frame and the remnants of his dress uniform was discarded across the floor. There was a note on the bedside table with his name inscribed and he reached over to grab it.

“I had a lot of fun last night.

I hope to see much more of you Dick Winters.

R”

“R,” Dick spoke softly, pondering over the name R. “I thought her name was Lois,” Dick scratched the back of his neck. “Maybe I did have too much to drink after all.”

Dick dressed quickly and hurried out of the unknown hotel room, oblivious to his disheveled hair and loose tie, as he desperately tried to keep his now buttonless shirt closed as he hurried for a bus.

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He never done the walk of shame before. He’d seen Lewis do it enough times but had never himself experienced the humiliation. Clearly Easy Company had never seen him this embarrassed either and they seemed to line the path of the camp to watch as he hurried towards the officers billet. Calls and whoops from his men followed him as he slammed the wooden door behind him and sighed.

“Well, well, well Dickie. You look like you had a good night,” Lewis called from his spot lead across Dick’s bed. Harry Welsh was sat on the other side sniggering to himself as Winters glared at them.

“Don’t say anything,” he snapped, moving towards his wardrobe and changing quickly into his PT hear to join the other men.

“Oh come on Dick. I need all the details. What is the infamous Lois Drake like in bed?” Dick opened his mouth to silence the pair when a familiar feminine voice spoke, “well Nixon, wouldn’t you like to know.”

Dick spun around so quickly he nearly toppled into Lewis, his face an imagine of horror.

“Lois,” he croaked, his voice cracked and dry as he all but wheezed her name.

She just smiled, “glad to see I still have that effect on you, Lieutenant.”

Dick straightens his tie, standing a little taller, “what brings you hear? I thought you were heading straight back to London.”

“Plans change,” she grinned at him, “and I have a meeting with Lieutenant Nixon. All the SOE’s working with the 101st have been sent to the base today to meet with the intelligence officers and to start formulating plans. My fellow SOE, Kate, has been assigned to Fox Company. We each have a company to work alongside so I’m sure, as I am with Easy, that I’ll be seeing a lot of you Dick.”

Dick nodded, his cheeks flushing a bright shade of red, “well then… I-i cannot wait to work with you in the future,” Dick stumbled over his words before excusing himself and leaving Lois alone with Lewis, who only smirked.

“Does Dick often act like this around women?”

“Oh all the time but you’re the first one he actually went to bed with. Normally he just blush profusely and makes awkward chit chat until he can leave.”

“How do you know we slept together?” Lois protested, knowing that Winters was not the kind of man to make such ideal gossip.

“Dick is never late to anything and this morning he was late, without proper attire and sporting a love bite that he did not have last night. It doesn’t take a genius to piece that together,” Lewis smiled smugly as if he’d just cracked the Enigma Code.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Lieutenant. Cockiness is not becoming and you are far from a genius so I wouldn’t expect you to figure it out,” Lois clicked her heels together as she turned. “Shall we head to the meeting?”

Lewis grumbled under his breath before following after Lois in defeat.

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Lois' fingers drummed impatiently against the hard wooden desk, her eyes scanning over the officers as they waited to start the meeting. Dick gave her a sympathetic smile from his seat next to Nixon that she didn't reciprocate, her mind too focused on the embarrassment of her friend's lateness.

Colonel Sink, noticing the anxiety in the room spoke up, "Captain Drake, could we start the meeting without Sergeant Blythe?"

Lois sighed, "I apologise for my friend's tardiness but she will be here, I assure you."

Right on time the door flew open with a loud bang, ricocheting on its hinges. Kate burst into the room, her hair loose from its normally neat curls and her lipstick a little smudged at the corner of her mouth.

"Kate Blythe," Lois stood up, hastily making her way over to her friend, "It's nice of you to join us."

"Sorry, I'm late," Kate mumbled, her eyes glancing over the officers, sending Dick a quick grin.

"I'm so sorry for this gentlemen but could we reconvene in ten minutes?" She pushed Kate outside.

Dick watched as Lois spoke fervently to her fellow SOE officer, her arms waving frantically as she berated her but soon softening. He couldn’t help but admire her, the way she seemed to embrace power and excel in her position but also show her softer side.

Lewis cleared his throat beside him, digging his elbow in Dick’s ribs, causing him to flinch. Harry and Buck who sat opposite them shared a cheeky smile and Dick found himself blushing again. He didn’t think he could stand any further embarrassment today.

“You’re staring again, Dick. You’ve got it bad,” Lewis jested, sniggering as he whispered in his ear. Dick just batted him away, sighing when Harry leant across the table and asked when the wedding was.

“Will you call just shut it, please. We’re in a meeting for Pete's sake.”

“Whatever you say, Dick,” the men replied but continued their silent conversation with the occasional glances and sniggers.

The door swung back on its hinges again, screaming in protest as the two women entered.

“Sorry about the delay gentlemen. Are we ready to begin?” Lois strode across the room, taking the spare seat beside Dick with a smile. It was then that Dick Winters knew he was in trouble.

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#band of brothers #loving her was Red #Lois Drake #dick winters x oc #easy company #dick winters

[whisperofsong]

Pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x Female Reader

Summary: A game of pool leads to something more.

Note: This is based on a request from @littlebookbengal. Thanks for reading🙂

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“You do realize the purpose of coming here is to relax, right?” you ask in an irritated tone.

“Yes, Y/N, and that’s precisely why we’re going to play a game of pool. It’s not like I’m asking you to run a marathon with me,” your friend answers.

“I don’t consider pool relaxing. I have no skill, so it’s not even enjoyable. What’s fun about playing with a bunch of balls?”

Your friend presses her lips together to refrain from laughing.

You narrow your eyes. “Stop.”

She laughs anyway and nudges your shoulder with hers. “One round. Please?” Your friend pouts and although you think it’s ridiculous that she’s this adamant about playing a game, it is one game.

“Alright, one game,” you agree, placing emphasis on the word one. Her face instantaneously brightens as she leads the two of you over to the empty pool table.

After she briefly explains the rules to you, she kicks the game off and when it’s your turn, you wince. It’s one thing to suck at something; it’s another thing to suck at something and be surrounded by numerous people who are witnesses to your poor performance.

While you attempt to line up your cue, you lose your grip and if clatters to the floor with the most unpleasant sound. Several heads whip around and you wince, covering your face with your hands. “This is so embarrassing,” you groan.

Your friend gives you a sympathetic smile and if possible, you would bolt out the door right now. When you pick up your cue from the floor and straighten up, you notice a taller guy with dirty blond hair looking your way. He has the faintest smile on his face and you can deduce that it’s likely a result of your most recent embarrassing moment. You quickly turn away to avoid further humiliation.

“I can’t do this,” you tell your friend firmly. “I tried, okay?”

“Just g-“

“We got a newbie in the place tonight,” a Southern accent says from behind and when you turn around, your face transitions from a dark shade of pink to scarlet. It’s the same guy who was staring at you only moments before.

“What’s your name, darlin’?” You would normally be turned off by such a pet name coming from a stranger, but realize you’re unbothered by him saying it.

You make a point to straighten your posture before answering, “Y/N. And this is my friend, Y/F/N.”

He nods at your friend politely, but his eyes return to you almost immediately.

“And you are?” you inquire.

“My buddies call me Hangman, but you can call me Jake.”

“Hangman?” you repeat while you cock your head in question.

He chortles while maintaining eye contact. “A story for another time.” You smile politely, although you must admit this has piqued your curiosity.

“Mind if I give you a few pointers?” he asks while motioning to the pool table with his head. You bite your lip at the notion, concerned this will only heighten your humiliation. Then again, he is offering to help, so you might as well accept his offer.

“Okay,” you squeak and attempt to clear your throat. “That’d be great,” you reply in a slightly more confident voice.

A wry smile spreads across his face as he steps closer to you in two long strides. You eye your friend furtively, almost glaring at her as she sports a smirk you know all too well. Nevertheless, you do your best to ignore her along with her inevitable accompanying thoughts.

“The first thing you want to do is ensure you’re in the right position. Start off with both feet somewhat apart without creating too much distance,” Jake informs you. You follow his instructions and he nods in approval.

“Good. Now bend your front knee as you gradually lean forward. It should be enough that your chin lines up with the middle of your cue.”

Once again, you adhere to his advice, but feel awkward while doing so. Jake observes your discomfort as he leans a little closer with his hands hovering above your waist. “May I?” he asks.

You nod wordlessly and when his hands graze your waist, your skin immediately responds to the contact. It’s tingling with anticipation and this anticipation is amplified when his hands grip your sides in a more assured manner.

“A little more like this,” he explains while shifting your hips downward. He stops and when you glance behind you, you’re surprised to find him so close to your face, causing your even breathing to falter.

“You alright?” he asks sweetly.

“Mhmm.” If only he knew.

“Now your cue is lined up with the ball. You’re going to slightly step forward and hit your target.”

You take a deep breath. Finally, you hit the ball and your eyes widen when it glides across the table, colliding with a couple other balls. “Oh my gosh! I did it!” you exclaim and when you turn around once more, Jake’s eyes are gleaming.

“You sure did, darlin’,” he affirms with a grin. “Let’s try again, okay?”

This time, Jake moves closer and his arm presses against yours while his hand covers your front one to guide your movement of the cue. His other hand continues to rest on your hip and it feels like the most natural thing in the world. The sensation is heavenly and you have to mentally remind yourself how to breathe. When you two move in sync, you’re able to hit the ball with enough force to knock it into one of the pockets.

You stand up in delight at your accomplishment. “No way!” Before you can deliberate your next move, you spin around to hug Jake. However, your enthusiasm dwindles when it dawns on you: you’re hugging Jake.

You pull away with wide eyes. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry. I guess I just, um, got caught up in the excitement,” you explain while wringing your hands.

“No need to apologize.” You smile bashfully and set the cue down on the table. “I should probably get out of your hair now,” you say in a rushed tone before turning around and signaling to your friend with your eyes to head to the bar.

“Wait, Y/N,” Jake calls. You steadily look behind you and meet his gaze.

“You can’t leave without hearing that story,” he drawls. “The one about the origin of Hangman?” he reminds you playfully.

“Oh, well…I, uh, don’t want to keep you from your friends,” you smile apologetically.

“What if I want you to?”

Heat rises to your cheeks as a result of his admission.

“You’re sure?” you confirm.

“Positive, darlin’.”

You glance at your friend who’s been scrutinizing your interaction with Jake for the last fifteen minutes. “Oh, don’t mind me. I saw someone that caught my eye over there.” She nods to a brunette with a mustache hanging out near the piano and slinks away.

“I guess it’s settled,” you reply.

Jake nods towards the bar with a soft smile. He lets you walk ahead of him while he lightly places his hand on the small of your back as the two of you weave through the crowd. You make a mental note to thank Y/F/N for persuading you to play pool.

@bradshawsbaby @gretagerwigsmuse @roosterforme @bobfloydsbabe @demxters @theforgottenmcrmy @sebsxphia @joaquinwhorres

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun fic

[pastabake017]

Bradshaw’s

hello there! i’m ollie and im just testing out my writing style here, i hope you enjoy!

summary: Robin and Rooster engage in an argument causing them to miss the warnings of a storm coming in⛈️

Pairings: Robin Bradshaw (my oc)X Bob floyd, established relationship(🤭)

warnings: swearing, arguing, injury (not detailed tho), Bit angsty lol!

Please lmk if there are any spelling or grammar errors 🫶

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“Rooster were falling really behind, we gotta move!” Robin shouted into her mask, desperate trying to get her team leader to pick up the pace. She knew if they failed the practice course again, flying the actual mission would be out of the question.

“No, we can make up time in the straight away, maintain your speed!” Rooster ordered back at her. To her annoyance, they reached the target but a minute late, meaning they had aloud time for the enemy planes to attack.

“Great, maverick is gonna kill us.” Payback sighed over coms.

“Maybe, but we reached the target how could he kill us for that.” Rooster barked back.

“You don’t get it do you? If we flew at your speed on the actual mission, we’d be dead right now.” Robin argued,

“You don’t know that!”

“Were not flying fast enough, the enemy would have intercepted us by now you stupid fuck!”

“Then it’s a dogfight!”

“Against 5th generation fighters? yeah right.” Robin scoffed. Between the twos bickering they’d failed to pick up on the strong winds they had flown into. Payback and Fanboy had been long back to base at this point, leaving the siblings to argue. They had been greeted by the other aviators who were confused at the absence of the Bradshaws. Especially a one WSO.

“Payback? Where’s Robin? Did you leave her and rooster out there?” Bob questioned the taller man as he walked towards to hanger, Payback just stayed silent, not wanting to escalate the situation,Bob lunged towards him in an attempt to strike his face but he was held back by Fanboy,“You asshole! How could you leave her? Did you even try to warn them?”

“Lieutenant Floyd, I think thats quite enough.” Cyclone shouted, allowing Payback to explain his piece.

Straightening his flight suit after the tussle, sending daggers towards Bob,

“We tried to warn them about the storm, but they were to busy arguing about speed and time to notice, Im sure they’ll be fine-“

Payback answered before being cut off by a sudden flash then thunder clap. A worried look adorned the aviators faces, racing to the communications room. Phoenix flicked on the radio to hear the panicked shout of Rooster.

“Robin! Eject! Eject!” he kept repeating but she wasn’t listening,

“No-I can- I can do it.” her voice was frantic, focused on trying to save herself from crashing. Her F-18 had been struck by lightning and her engines were starting to die one by one and she was getting to close to the ground.

“Robin you need to eject now! You can’t save the jet but you can save yourself! Think about Bob!” Rooster attempted to plead with her, when Robin heard Bobs name she looked down her the ring on her finger, remembering the promise she made to him. She knew she couldn’t fix it but ejecting from the plane seemed like the worst case scenario for Robin as it was the only part of flying she feared the most,the fear stemmed from her father and the stories her mother used to tell her about when he used to fly, and how an ejection from a jet going wrong was what killed her father. But with no other way of fixing the flames starting to creep up the wings Robin knew what she had to do to get back to Bob. A final attempt of re-engaging the engines failed and they all finally gave out, the jet fell eerily silent it was now too late for any Maverick type manoeuvre the only option was for Robin to eject, with a deep breath to clear her head Robin reached for the handles and pulled hard, sending her flying into the air away from her jet, away from her brother and away from where anyone could probably find her.

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Ringing. Was the first thing Robin heard when she came to. Her right cheek was pressed firmly into the dessert sand that had dried up signalling to Robin she’d been out here for a while as the storm was long gone. Waves of pain started to make their way across her body as she tried to move and assess her injuries, it took all her effort to just press her palms to the ground and try to sit up. However she only managed to flip herself onto her back, sending a shock of pain through her body. Attempting to look around was hindered impossible by the sun that was now beating down on her bare face, compared with the fatal storm that had brought her jet down in the first place. Looking down at her hands she noticed her ring still firmly on her finger, sighing to herself as she thought that she would’ve have definitely lost it.

She thought about the day Bob had gave it to her, it wasn’t long after they arrived at top gun. She had found a note attached to her helmet in the locker room reading that she should meet Bob on the beach after their class that day, unfortunately for Robin, Bob had not grown up near top gun so he got lost while trying to get back to where he’d set up his proposal. By this point Robin had figured out what he was trying to do and had said “Bob, i don’t care where we are or how you do it just ask me to marry you will you? i’ve been waiting too long!” Robin chuckled to herself as she remembered Bobs face when he found out she knew, of course she did, Bradshaw’s know everything.

Robin sighed to herself, bring her mind back to the present and her current situation, she couldn’t do anything but wait for search and rescue, as down here she couldn’t fully asses her injuries but by the amount of pain she was in she knew they weren’t going to be easy to fix. Pulling off her helmet she felt an agonising pain where her goggles had been, she brought a hand up towards her forehead running over where she thought the pain was coming from, she felt something drying onto and into her hair, blood. Her major senses were impaired, she couldn’t feel anything, hear anything other than ringing or hardly see anything due to her glasses being shattered when her head hit the ground.

The relief she felt when she saw the blurred out line of a search and rescue medic coming towards her was immense, she felt tears pricking her eyes. There was someone behind the medic dressed in a pilots uniform but Robin couldn’t make out who it was.

“Robin! Oh my god! Hey its gonna be okay, you’ll be okay. Don’t panic.” a muffled familiar voice said as they knelt down beside Robin. Rooster beckoned over to the medic that it was safe before attempting to comfort his sister.

She opened her mouth the speak but nothing came out, she wanted to scream and tell them how much pain she was in but she couldn’t make a sound. She wanted to tell him that she loved him and that she wanted Bob to know she loved him too, but her voice was course and quiet so Rooster couldn’t hear her over the helicopter propelers

The medic brought over a stretcher and called Rooster to help move the younger girl onto it. But the pain of being hoisted onto a flat surface overcame Robin and her world went black before they even reached the helicopter.

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#bob floyd #robert floyd #top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #top gun #lewis pullman #oneshot #i don’t know #please help #writing #top gun fanfics #fanfic

[softie-bat]

♡ security guards

notes !! this is a very very (!!!) self-indulgent fic for two of our headmates , and is based off a dream one of us had a week-ish ago !

includes platonic , not oc or reader insert , system centric (traumagenic) , five nights at freddy's (not canon specific) & does not match up with the timeline or events of the movie, not beta read we die like men , also small warning for the fact i'm writing this on no sleep and endless chocolate milk . bare w me </3

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a sound of pure frustration erupted from the opening to the left side of the office as nate stepped through the door.

"you good?" mike asked, spinning to face the man.

"mhmmm," nate hummed in response, taking a seat in the swivel chair beside mike's. "just can't seem to keep chica on stage. other two are more chill tonight than usual though, so that's nice..."

mike made a noise of acknowledgement as he pulled up the cameras. as suspected, bonnie and freddy remained motionless on the stage, but chica was missing.

"you check the kitchen?" mike's eyes drifted to his friend. nate nodded wordlessly.

a loud, metallic CLANG caught the two men's attention. nate's ears perked up, not unlike a curious dog's; a fact of which would make mike chuckle under any other circumstances. he instinctively rose from his seat first, subconsciously moving to stand in front of nate.

"chica?" mike called out. "you okay, kid?"

a slow, groaning mechanical noise gave mike all the information he needed.

"you fell, didn't you?" mike called out into the darkness before slamming his palm against the small button labeled 'lights', though the lettering has long begun peeling away.

nate desperately attempted--and ultimately failed--to conceal his giggles at the scene before the two of them. chica, in all her robotic glory, lay on her back on the cold floor, similar to a turtle being knocked over.

gently pushing past mike's wide shoulders, nate went to chica's aid.

"mikey, come help me, please," he called to his friend, still giggling. nate ignored the side eye chica threw his way.

"how'd you even manage that...?" mike whispered, a small smile on his lips.

once they'd finally straightened chica up once more, nate gently patted her hand. "wanna head back to the stage now?" there was a brief pause before chica turned back around and slowly treaded back to her spot.

after a few giggling fits, the two security guards headed back into the frigid, creaky office and took their seats. small conversation ensued until a comfortable silence fell over the two of them.

nate sighed dramatically before slowly rotating in circles in his chair. mike looked on affectionately, occasional chuckles leaving his lips as nate tried to build up momentum in the rusted old swivel chair.

"you're going to make yourself dizzy, and you'll fall, nate," mike laughed.

"no i won't. gravity's no match for me."

"ohhh, uh huh, sure," mike said, rolling his eyes with a grin. his eyes drifted to the analogue clock, the ticking a welcome and familiar sound after the many, many months working this job. "it's almost six, we should probably do a once over before we clock out for the night."

"oh, yeah, let's just-" nate came to a sudden stop before letting his legs fall from the crossed position he was previously sitting in. almost as soon as his shoes touched the cold tiles, he immediately lost balance and would have had a nasty fall had mike not jumped up just in time to grab him.

"gravity is no match for you, huh?" mike chuckled out, full blown laughter following once nate pushed his face away with his palm.

"thanks for catching me," nate laughed as he slowly regained his balance.

"anytime. want me to piggyback you?" the taller man offered, a grin erupting on his face. nate agreed, albeit reluctantly before he threw the straps of his bag over his shoulders and awaited the green light to climb onto mike's back.

after climbing onto the back of the taller man, nate rested his chin on the top of mike's fluffy, messy hair. "thanks for carrying me, didn't realize i'd get bested by gravity that easily."

mike laughed at nate's confession as he treaded out of the security office, turning off the lights as he went. they both made their way across the floors of the old, worn-down restaurant. clearing every room and making sure all animatronics were in their spots, mike continued on to the lobby of the long shut down diner until the glass of the front doors revealed the stunning view of the budding sunrise.

"almost there, kiddo," mike mumbled to nate, who sleepily hummed in response. once they exited the creaky doors, mike lifted nate's legs a bit higher on his waist before hooking his arms under the man's knees and locking the padlock, securing the chains protecting the front doors.

"lend me your keys, i'll drive, okay?"

"m'kay..." nate slid his hand into his jean pocket before dropping his keys into mike's out-stretched palm. mike moved to gently place nate into the passenger seat, watching as nate essentially curled up in his seat. he shut the door and slid into the drivers seat, cranking the car and making sure nate was buckled up. he couldn't help the laugh that escaped as nate attempted--albeit incoherently--to piece together the words to form a 'thank you'.

the drive itself was near silent, save for the occasional bump in the road causing a deep 'thump' noise. mike decided, no questions asked, to let nate crash at his place while he slept. the door opened and mike was greeted with the sight of abby long asleep on the couch, her sketchbook messily discarded on the table. her soft snores made her brother smile as he traipsed up the stairs until he stood in front of his bedroom door.

carefully placing nate under the weighted blankets on his bed, mike lazily pulled the covers over him before haphazardly plopping down beside him, the coolness of his pillow a welcome luxury from the awkward sitting position he had to maintain during work.

swiftly drifting into sleep, mike smiled as he felt nate's hand slowly grasp onto the worn fabric of mike's hoodie.

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hii i'm sorry this is random and pretty short .. things have been hectic for us but more specifically for me since i've been front stuck so soooo much :( just wanted to write something kinda comfy after these past few weeks </3

#mike schmidt #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's movie #fnaf movie #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt fnaf movie #mike schmidt five nights at freddy's movie #osdd system #not a request #not oc #not reader insert #not x reader #sfw

[myst867]

Drabble based on the video!

Second Year:

Twelve year old Harry leaned against the wall of the greenhouse while Professor Sprout tried to pry off some tentacle-looking plant off of Neville. He glanced away from the fracas to look over to see Hermione holding her hand level above her head and slowly sliding it to his head.

He immediately straightened, stretching out his neck. Hermione smirked at him. "I'm still taller."

"Are not."

She rolled her eyes at him. They were two of the shortest students in their class, which was deeply annoying to Harry and satisfying to Hermione who delusionally insisted to him she was a tad bit taller.

Ron strolled over and patted them both on the head. "Don't worry, mates. Professor Flitwick is doing fine, and he's just as horrifically short as you two."

Harry looked at Hermione for a second and then they both turned towards Ron and shoved him, making him land in the soft mud. Ignoring Ron's sputtering, Harry turned back to Hermione. "I'll be taller than you, just watch."

"I'm already taller than both you wankers!" Ron screeched, clambering up and attempting to unsuccessfully cast cleaning spells at his robes.

"Ha! Bet!" Hermione grinned at him before turning away to help Ron, because of course she already knew how to cast those spells.

6th Year

"Harry!" Hermione hurried up to him in the hallway, clutching her books.

Harry turned around, peering down the corridor, purposely keeping his gaze above her head. "How strange I thought I heard Hermione."

She ground her teeth and grabbed his robe, pulling him snickering into an alcove out of the flow of students. "You git. I wanted to talk to you about Malfoy, I think that---"

"He's a death eater. Yes, I told you so." Harry braced one arm above Hermione's head, leaning close so he could tower a bit over her. It had tickled him quite a bit when she stopped getting taller in fourth year much to her consternation.

"That wasn't what I was going to say!" She grumbled, looking up at him.

Despite the seriousness of the topic, Harry leaned even closer, their robes pressing against one others and braced his other hand by her head, caging her in. "I'm sorry I just need to get lower to hear you properly."

"Stop playing around." Hermione had meant to say it reproachfully, but it came out softer as she stared up into his eyes. The air was hotter as he leaned in closer, only a sliver of space between their lips.

She licked her lips, her heartbeat picking up the closer Harry got. Her body always went haywire when he did this, emphasizing the difference in their sizes. It had begun as a childish game, but now as older teens it had morphed into so much more.

"I'm not playing around," Harry said his lips brushing against her own. "Hermione, I--"

"Bloody hell, are you two at it again! Hermione you're a bloody prefect, and I'm still the bloody tallest! OW --" Ron broke off with a yelp as Hermione flicked her wand in his direction, casting a wordless hex. Then, she flipped her bushy hair haughtily before striding away. She'd tell Harry later.

Harry groaned, scrubbing his face with his hands. "Why do you always have piss poor timing!"

"I am the tallest!" Ron said again, clutching his stomach.

"Totally missing the point, mate."

#hp harmony #harmony #harry and hermione #harry potter #hermione granger #harry james potter #harry potter au #harry potter fanfic #hp fanfic #drabble

[thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis]

A Gentle Voice (Greg Gerwitz x Reader)

Word Count: 2,106

Pairing: Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x Reader

Summary: You got kidnapped by members of an aggressive incel group, and thought that this was how you were going to die. But a group of the Chicago PD are able to save you; now you just need to help them find the group that did this. Only one problem: You can’t talk.

Warnings: Graphic details of beatings and abuse, mentions of blood, violence against women, and swears.

A/N: So this was based off an idea by an anonymous sender asking for more mouse imagines. And since I am on a break from work (i’m okay, I just work at an elementary school and its summer vacation lol) I thought I would get some writing done :) I hope you all enjoy, and if anyone else has ideas for imagines you want me to write, send me a message!

I’m going to die.

You still remember the moment where you knew something was wrong when you were walking home from your job at the tech firm. It was late, not crazy late, but late enough where the street lights started to flicker on. The clicking of your footsteps soon stepped in sync with someone else’s, and before you could pull out your phone or your mace, a bag was thrown over your head and with a hard hit with something, you were out.

Now here you were, who knows how many days have passed, in a jail cell of a room, trying to anticipate when your kidnappers would come back for another round of smacking you around with the assorted weapons at their disposal. This group has been trying to extract some info about a set of code you had recently written to help one of the biggest banks in Chicago with their security; you assumed to rob it. You’ve also heard murmurings from outside your door about how they needed the money, for what though you didn’t know. 

While curled up in a corner, trying to prepare yourself for the inevitable; that you were not going to make it out, you were shocked by a big BANG that shook the walls that surrounded you. You could here shouting, many voices echoing around as the scuttering of footsteps getting closer and closer to where you were being kept. You tried to push yourself further into the corner, and as the door swung open your hid your head in your lap with your arms over your head for protection. 

“Hello?”

Slowly, you raised you head and squinted as a flash of light caught your eyes. In front of you was three people; two men and a woman. They had guns in their hands and bulletproof vests labeled with POLICE.

“Ma’am? Ma’am are you okay?” The taller man asked, his brown hair slicked back and his blue eyes looking at you with concern. With a shaky nod, the woman cop slowly comes over to you and kneels down.

“Are you Y/F/N Y/L/N?” Another nod, and the woman cop looks to her friends then back at you, offering her hand. “I’m Detective Lindsay, and we’re here to get you home.”

A flood of tears well up in your eyes and you reach out and grab her hand, her grip firm and comforting as she helps you up and out of your nightmare.

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Hours have passed, and Detectives Lindsay and Halstead are standing outside a hospital room where you were sleeping off the meds the doctors had given you. Erin and Jay watch you through the window as the doctor walked over to them, clipboard and your chart at hand. “Detectives?”

“Yes.” Erin said, straightening up. “How is she?”

“Y/N is sedated now, but looks like she might be here for a couple days. With contusions on her legs, two broken ribs and a concussion, we would want to keep an eye on her before sending her home. We also had to administer a rape kit after seeing the bruising on her legs.”

“These guys really worked her over.” Jay murmurs, looking at you again before turning back to his partner.

“When she wakes up, please give us a call. We need to ask her some questions about the people that kidnapped her.” Erin hands the doctor her card and is about to turn and walk away when the doctor’s voice makes the cops’ stop.

“That might be an issue.” Erin and Jay turn back around and walk back to the doctor, looks of confusion present on their faces. “When she got to the hospital before being sedated, Y/N stopped answering any and all questions presented to her.”

“Like she’s refusing to talk? Why would she do that?” Jay asked.

The doctor shook their head and pulled their clipboard to their chest, “The head of psych, Dr. Daniel Charles, believes that Y/N has developed Psychogenic Mutism. Basically because of the trauma Y/N has endured, her mind has shut off that part of her brain that allows her to communicate. It’s not that she is choosing to not speak; it is that she feels physically unable to.” They explained, glancing over in your direction as she progressed.

“How long will that last?”

“It could be days, weeks, or it could go on for years. This type of trauma response is very unpredictable because we are not just dealing with the health of the patient. We are dealing with their mental health and it they feel safe and secure enough that their mutism can subside.”

Erin looked over at you again and sighed, hating that not only had the people responsible hurt you and taken away your feeling of safety, they also somehow took away your voice.

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Over the next few days, it was explained to you that an investigation was open on your kidnapping and subsequent abuse. A Dr. Charles also visited frequently about what he called your “mutism”. He ended up giving you a whiteboard and marker so you could write, but whenever he brought up your attack, it was like your brain would shut down. The first time it happened, you woke up to Dr. Charles standing over you, telling you that you had a panic attack and passed out. After that, Dr. Charles and others were very careful what to bring up around you.

Eventually, you were released from the hospital and given your own police protection detail just incase those guys tried to take you again. The Detectives that found you, mainly Detective Lindsay, would visit and say how you were, and if you had thought of anything useful to help the investigation, but it was no use. One one day, you were asked to come to 21st District to look at some pictures of possible perps, and you were dreading it. It was the first time you had left the house since being released from the hospital and you had made your apartment your safety bubble; essentially everything in the bubble was good, and everything outside was dangerous. But some righteous part of you wanted to see the people responsible for your attack put to justice, so you got into the police cruiser of one of your protection detail, and made your way to the 21st.

Inside the district, you were met with a sturdy-looking older woman behind the desk of the main floor. She looked like the one in charge, her eyes never wavering even when you walked over to her. The officers with you, you think their names were Burgess and Roman, explained who you were, and you were buzzed up to the upper level which was explained to you that was where the Intelligence Unit was. After arriving to the office space, officers Burgess and Roman were called over their walkies, the sudden noise making you jump. 

Officer Roman moved to answer the call as Burgess moved closer to you, “Sorry. It looks like we need to go. Lucky though you are in the safest place for you to be right now.” she said with a reassuring smile. “There is a civilian who works for the unit; he is their tech expert and used to work with Detective Halstead when they were Rangers. We’ll get him to come up and stay with you until the unit comes back.”

You nodded as Burgess and Roman walked down the stairs back down to the main flor of the district, leaving you alone for what feels like the first time in weeks. You took a seat at one of the desks, and fiddled with your hands as the silence around you started to press down on you. 

I’m alone...The last time I was alone I was taken...I-I don’t want to be alone...I-I-I

Suddenly the room felt like it was moving, a swaying motion that didn’t bring you any comfort. Your lungs felt like they couldn’t get enough breath as you tried to get more air into them, and slowly your brain realized that you were hyperventilating. You were so concerned with trying to breathe that you didn’t hear someone enter the space you were in or how they moved closer to you quickly. It wasn’t until there was a hand falling on your shoulder that made you jump out of your seat and look up.

In front of you was a man with combed back brown hair and striking blue eyes, wearing a spotted black-and-white button-up shirt and jeans. The look he was giving you was full of concern, but not edging on pity which was mostly what you’ve seen since your attack. It took a second to realize that his mouth was moving and words were leaving his lips.

“-ear me? Hey, can you hear me? You need to breathe, okay? Match my breathing.” He said, his tone calming and rumbling like a faraway thunderstorm. Slowly, you were able to take deeper and deeper breaths, your heart slowing down until the panic attack subsided. Tears started to drift into your vision as a wave of exhaustion encompassed you all the way to your bones. “Its okay, its always a bit overwhelming after an attack like that.”

You nodded as you wiped away your tears to try and regain some composure, but the man didn’t seem bothered by the tears. He gave you a small smile and patted your lap before getting up and heading to the side kitchen. There was noise of ceramic clanking together and the sound of water, and a couple of minutes later he came back with a cup of tea. “Tea really helps. I have a cup after I have my panic attacks and its a nice calming drink to help ground me.” He explained, handing over the cup.

You sip from the cup, the smell of flowers of some kind and the taste of some kind of sweetener warmed your chest and let a small smile appear on your face. The man smiled at your calm exterior before pulling over a chair and sitting next to you, “Officer Burgess explained they were watching over you but had to leave, I’ve been helping the unit on your case so I know you can’t speak. That’s okay though. I’m Greg, by the way. Greg Gerwitz, but everyone calls me Mouse.”

You look over with a confused look on your face, which made Mouse laugh, “Its a very long story, trust me you don’t want to hear it.” You smiled again, a little bigger than before, and you two spent the next few minutes in conversation. Well, with Mouse talking and you listening, but it was the closest to a normal conversation you’ve had in weeks. 

“-and then Jay, Detective Halstead, started running around like crazy, shucking off his shirt in the barracks looking for the spider.” Mouse said, laughing at the memory of Jay freaking out because of a spider. You were smiling and before you could even notice, your mouth was moving.

“What happened after that?”

Mouse turned to you in shock, and you stared back wide eyed as your hand came up to your mouth. “Oh my god.”

“Did...Did you just speak?” Mouse asked, his full attention now on your next move. You paused, thinking that you had both imagined that, but then went to try to speak again. 

“H-Hi.”

Mouse’s shocked expression turned into a smile, “Hi.”

Just as the two of you were in the middle of a moment, the gate leading to the bullpen downstairs clanged shut with the follow up sound of multiple footsteps coming up the stairs. Mouse and you both turned to see Detective Lindsay, Detective Halstead and a few others walking into the room. 

“Y/N, sorry for making you wait. I hope our tech expert Greg wasn’t that bad of company.” Jay said jokingly, giving Mouse a smirk. Before Mouse could open his mouth to reply, you stood up.

“N-No, he was great company.” You said as you watched Detective Lindsay and Halstead’s jaws drop at the sound of your voice. “He even helped me find my voice.”

“So you can talk now.” A voice said as an older man walked out to the front of the group. Clearly he was the Sargent Voight Mouse had mentioned to you earlier, the head of the Intelligence Unit. “Does that mean you’ll be able to help us with your case?”

You looked back to Mouse who gave you a reassuring smile, then turned back to the unit, “I’ll tell you everything.”

#greg gerwitz #chicago police #chicago pd #chicago med #jay halstead #erin lindsay #hank voight #greg gerwitz x reader #mouse x reader #greg mouse gerwitz #burgess #trudy platt #sargent platt #one chicago #21st district #chicago pd imagine #greg gerwitz imagine #mouse imagine #dr charles #thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis writing #no voice #PTSD #panic attack #trauma

[iamfruitie]

Caution and Care Pt. 3

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A Proper Look

Anti woke with a start at the sound of the door opening. Acting on instinct, he rolled over and covered Mad’s body with his own. Mad was still mostly asleep, trying to cling to it with the warmth and comfort of the bed, but Anti moving took some of that warmth away.

“Sorry. I knocked but didn’t hear anything.” JJ explained as he came into the room. 

“Anti. Cold.” Mad mumbled as he tried to pull Anti back down. 

“Sorry.” JJ apologized again as Anti laid back down and Mad curled against him with a light purr. He had lost his fight to go back to sleep, but he would enjoy the cuddles as long as possible. 

“Habit,” Anti said with a shrug. 

“Hopefully, we’ll eventually be able to make you feel safe enough not to have that habit.” JJ gave a soft smile. 

“Maybe.” Anti sighed. “Did you need something?” 

“We have a doctor to see you.” JJ gestured toward the still-open door. 

“We already saw the doctor.” Anti had a light grumble in his voice. 

“A different doctor. He’s an omega that works with Edward.” JJ explained, and Mad made a sound and rolled over to face him.

“An omega doctor?” Mad looked excited and surprised at the same time. “Can we meet him?” He addressed the second question to Anti.

“If you’re comfortable with it,” Anti said and crawled out of the bed. 

“Can we meet him?” Mad asked JJ this time as he got up as well.  

“Of course. Henrik? You can come in.” JJ stepped aside as a new omega joined the room. He was a few inches taller than JJ, his hair a dark brown with a streak of gray, and his horns matched his hair, streak included. It was a rare genetic for horns to have any added markings. Usually, they were just one solid color save for some different shades in the texture. 

“I like your horns.” Mad blurted out, stiffening with embarrassment. “Sorry.” 

“You don’t have to apologize for complimenting someone.” Anti giggled and started working on making the bed.

“I can do that. Henrik wants to look at your horn first.” JJ stepped in. 

“Oh.” Anti chewed his lip and let the bed covers go. “Okay.” 

“Would you like to take a seat?” Henrik pulled out the chair, putting it in the middle of the floor. 

“Sure.” Anti was hesitant but moved to the chair and sat down when Mad took his hand and guided him over.

“As you heard, I am Henrik. You can feel free to refer to me as such.” Henrik’s voice had an accent, and his tone reminded Anti and Mad a lot of how Edward had spoken to them. Calm, soft, and factual. Not heartless, but showing he was there to help. “And thank you for your compliment on my horns. I have been told they are very unique.” He added a light chuckle to the end of his comment. “And yes, you may ask questions.” 

“Mad always has questions.” Anti’s voice gave away his nerves as Henrik neared his broken horn. 

“I only have one.” Mad protested.

“For now.” Anti teased. 

“You’re going to have questions too.”

“What is your question?” Henrik asked, placing a very gentle hand on the base of Anti’s horn, observing Anti’s reaction of straightening up and tensing his face. 

Fear.

“Were you born with the gray streak?” Mad gestured at the mark on Henrik’s horn. 

“I was.” Henrik was as delicate with his touch as he could be as he moved his hand along the horn. Anti held Mad’s hand tighter the further along Henrik went, and right when he reached the break, he yelped in pain and jerked away. “Sorry, are you okay?” 

“I’m fine.” Anti sniffed and shook his head. 

“I would like to look closer at the break. Tell me if it hurts too much.” Henrik placed his hand back where he had it before. Anti tensed up again, and Mad held his hand with both of his, purring in an attempt to help soothe him. “Is the pain sharp?” 

“Yeah,” Anti answered between gritted teeth. “And there’s always a dull pain with it.” 

“I think I know what we can do to help aid the pain.” Henrik lowered his hand, and Anti sighed in relief. 

“Already?” JJ asked from where he sat on the corner of the freshly made bed. 

“I am a talented doctor,” Henrik said with a prideful chuckle. “But also, with damaged horns, the opening tends to be the main source of the problem. I didn’t see anything wrong besides the break. Thankfully, there are no signs of infection. I believe if we create a covering, the pain will subside. We can even look into creating a prosthetic based on a mold of your other horn for cosmetic reasons.” 

“You could…you can fix it?” Anti asked, voice soft and hopeful. 

“I have aided in horn restoration before,” Henrik stated. “For alphas, betas, and omegas. The prosthetic would come out white, but we can get that painted to match your natural color.” 

“Hear that, Mad? You can finally paint my horns.” Anti winked at Mad, getting Mad to lightly blush and giggle. 

“Oh? Are you two a couple?” Henrik asked. 

“Yep.” Anti popped the p with a chuckle. 

“Do you mind if I ask some personal questions?”

“I can step out.” JJ offered, already getting ready to step out. “Breakfast is being worked on, and I can see if there’s anything done and bring it back.” He left before anyone could say anything.

“What do you want to ask about,” Anti asked after JJ left. 

“Are you two sexually active?” Henrik noticed how Mad blushed more and looked away while Anti laughed. 

“Oh, yeah. We are.” 

“Anti!” Mad scolded.

“I could go into detail and-” Anti couldn’t finish and laughed more as Mad slapped his arm. 

“Details can be spared.” Henrik chuckled. “When were your last heats?” 

“We’ve missed last season’s cause of…you can probably guess why, and Mad had his in the middle of the season before last, and I missed that one too. We got kicked out before mine kicked in.” 

“Severe hunger and stress can cause missed heats,” Henrik said mostly for himself in thought. “I believe yours may kick in when you’re back to a proper healthy state. When your body is confident it has a steady food supply and safety.” 

“Great.” Anti sighed. 

“Are your heats unpleasant? Do they hurt?” Henrik asked. 

“They’re what you’d expect. It’s…complicated. A love-hate relationship.” 

“Why is that?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Anti looked down at the ground. “It’s nothing life-threatening.” He quickly added. “It’s personal.” 

“I understand. If you ever wish to speak to me or even JJ about it. We’re open ears.” Henrik patted Anti’s shoulder. “I can also look into getting you some suppressants if you would like to try to avoid it.”

“Thanks.” Anti glanced at Henrik. “I’ll think about it.”

“Is there anything else I need to check?” 

“Mad’s got a cough. The alphas of our old pack used to give him medicine when a season ended, and without it, he gets a cough and sometimes a runny nose and headaches.” 

“Allergies.” 

“Allergies?” Mad and Anti both said.

“It sounds like Mad has allergies, and those alphas were giving him medicine to help lessen the symptoms.” Henrik went to Edward’s setup and started going through the supplies.

“It’s just allergies?” Mad sounded annoyed. “They made it sound like-I can’t believe-how was I so stupid to think-” 

“Mad, your brain is steaming.” Anti tugged Mad down to kiss his cheek, getting the irritated rambles to stop. 

“May I ask what pack you were a part of before? It sounds like they are not the most…kind.” Henrik handed Mad a pack of allergy medicine. Anti and Mad both looked uncomfortable at that question. “Is this another ‘do not want to talk about it’?” He sighed when that got him head nods. “Noted. Let us focus on your recovery and care.” 

“Can I ask you a personal question? A fair trade for what you’ve asked us?” Anti was feeling better, which meant that his, as Mad put it, ‘chaotic energy’ was returning. 

“Fair is fair. What is on your mind?” 

“Do you and that alpha Edward work together or work together?” Anti had a big grin to help add to what he meant. He knew there was a strong chance there was no connection that way, with what little he knew of the two, but he still had to poke since Henrik had technically poked first. 

“You-You mean if we-if we-uh-” Henrik cleared his throat, and his cheeks flushed pink. 

“That’s either a yes or an ‘I won’t complain if it happens’.” 

“Anti, you’re terrible.” Mad was slapping Anti’s arm again. 

“I’m just curious. You know all about that.” Anti yanked Mad into a hug. 

“I feel like I missed something fun,” JJ commented as he came into the room with a tray of food, seeing Henrik’s blush.

“I asked if he and Edward are a thing,” Anti explained.

“Oh? And what was the answer?” JJ grinned at Henrik. 

“I have work to do.” Henrik’s voice came out as a squeak before he quickly slipped out of the room.

“You’re definitely going to fit in if you’re getting Henrik flustered.” JJ chuckled. 

“Are those chocolate chip waffles?” Mad perked up. 

“There’s plenty if you want more after eating this.” JJ offered as he placed the tray down.

“We’ll absolutely need more.” Anti chuckled, watching Mad dig into the sweet breakfast food with a big smile. 

#horned!omegaverse #antimad #fruitie writes

[humbletumblecrudi]

Hey, I'm fairly "new" to Tumblr. I've never put in an ask before so forgive me if this isn't the right way. I ready the kabedon fic and thought, "what if we kabedon them?" Maybe with riddle, Azul, and Epel?

Oh! You did perfectly fine for my rules and you did good in general! This request makes sense, don't worry! (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。I can do this!

Ships: Riddle × GN!Reader, Azul × GN!Reader, and Epel × GN!Reader

Warning(s): Pre-established relationship, kissing headcanons added, and Epel being "romantically dead"!

＞ Riddle Rosehearts 

To kabedon Riddle, you'd first have to get him isolated if you didn't want your ear yanked and barked at very early in the relationship. If it's much later in the story of you dating, he might care far less (as it established your couple solidarity).

But Riddle is not the tallest boy in school, even in his heels, and he's very sensitive to it… be warned if you're a couple inches taller than him and try this. 

Kabedon I recommend on Riddle are: the usual hallway kabedon (all heights), a leg on the wall with a lean kabedon (tall individuals), and seat-to-seat kabedon in the library (short individuals). 

If you want to stop Riddle from processing what you've just done to him, kiss his lips in your signature way and let him react to it. If you're very nervous, give him a cheek kiss! Don't force it any further, just in case. 

If you're a delinquent: expect him to blush and glare up at you with glassy eyes. He should have known you'd try this on him… give him a cheek kiss again and watch him go red completely, and he is getting weaker for you.

If you're a normal/very good student: he will be startled for much longer and wonder why you've done this… only to give into the kiss, and might trail after you. Of course, he'd be embarrassed afterwards, but he tries to straighten up a little.

Both lead to him asking: "Love, your… very clever, I'll give you that. Do you… want something from me?"

＞ Azul Ashengrotto 

Cunning, clever Azul is easy to kabedon. It cannot be denied that he is very much an easy target and is very emotional for his significant other. The wool over your eyes that he pulls to keep his mask up shouldn't affect you too much, for kabedon-ing will break his walls a little…

… Or a lot. You knew that Azul was very nervous and quite skittish by nature when flirting with, and it was no different this time you had pinned. 

Kabedon I recommend for Azul are: the regular kabedon but where he's cornered (all heights), kabedon him against his desk while he's standing against it (taller side), or push his chair back and kabedon him while he's sitting (shorter side). 

Azul is also easily fried and takes a moment to process what you're doing to him. He doesn't scream and he doesn't push you away, so kiss him gently before he puts his mask up and hides away from you. 

… He's surely not going to assume anything about what you want from him then, especially if it's a deep and loving kiss! He's much more susceptible to giving in and wrapping his hands around your neck if you're a more genuine person (tricksters or delinquents get him biting your lower lip to get back at you).

If you think his mask wouldn't go up in the end, you'd be wrong. But that's just because you haven't kabedon-ed him in private. In private, he might have went jelly in his legs and even fallen over from how fast his heart is racing. But in public, he simply blushes…

With whatever confidence he has left from trying to save face goes in maintaining his facial features, because what he says next is a wreck. "You… I do… I do say, you caught me by surprise… !" 

＞ Epel Felmier

He's lost on the romantic aspect of it, I'm very sorry. He's not into the charming kind of actions and kabedon just falls into trope-based behavior. And it drives Vil mad when Epel basically blanks on anything romantic as well, especially when they try anything for plays and Epel asks what a "true love's kiss" even means. 

Epel is also not the tallest boy in school, and it irks him just as much as his lack of muscles irks him. He's in the Spelldrive club, he should be bigger and stronger… !

While you might have to be slow and not slam your hands against a surface, kabedon I recommend for Epel: the classic kabedon in the Pomefiore hallways (shorter side), one-arm/foot on wall prop and a lean-in kabedon (taller side), and hands gently on Epel's shoulder while you were in Ramshackle/Pomefiore (any height). 

Epel is puzzled at first, why are you pinning him against the wall/this object? He's not exactly happier if you're tall and leaning down, but he sorta understands when you finally give him a signature kiss of yours…

He likes kisses as anyone in a relationship would, and he doesn't push it away at first. He's more likely to understand why you basically pinned him, but he's still going to try and shoo you off of him afterwards.

He gets you off of him much faster if you're a tall delinquent or just taller in general; he doesn't care if you're shorter (he'd shoo you too, but he's less likely to poke fun at your height difference). 

He'd look you in the eyes and give it to you straight, even knocking off the niceties: "Y'know, you didn' need to pin me for a kiss. … A kabedon? What's a kabedon? … Oh! Then there is not nothing to worry about! Just warn me next time." 

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST x Reader #Reader Insert #x Reader #Gender-Neutral Reader #GN Reader #Riddle Rosehearts #Riddle Rosehearts x Reader #Riddle Rosehearts x GN Reader #Azul Ashengrotto #Azul Ashengrotto x Reader #Azul Ashengrotto x GN Reader #Epel Felmier #Epel Felmier x Reader #Epel Felmier x GN Reader #Twisted Wonderland x GN Reader #TWST x GN Reader

[koifishart]

I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>29<

The clean air of Okinawa was soothing to him, but the balance in the universe was kept by his wife's stubborn grandfather, still counting on Hanabi to leave husband to take over the school. Fortunately, she clung to his side, giving Shigeru no hope of changing her mind. The night before, they had given him a taste of the failure of a great plan to break their marriage. It started out innocently enough, sweetly, delicately, that finally Hanabi would scream at the whole house how much she loves Hanayama and how much he has to keep going. He had noticed long ago that for her the concept of shame didn't actually exist, the more willingly started to implement his little project, knowing that she would most likely be pleased. Thought it would bother him, but he liked the earring in her tongue, cool and hard, lending a special sensation. Hoped the schemer hadn't fallen asleep, and if he could, woke up.

They were sitting in the living room, shutters wide and doors leading to the inner garden. They drank green tea, so amazing...he never had the chance to drink. It turned out that Shizuka, despite a complete lack of talent for cooking, was brilliant with the traditional brewing of matcha. Even Tokugawa praised the skills of the red-haired woman to the heavens, to which she merely bowed with a slight smile. The astonishing calm was interrupted by the noise from before the entrance. If you think about it, during the trip from Tokyo, Tokugawa mentioned that someone was missing... Kaoru sensed someone's presence, familiar, strange and strong. He, Hanabi and Baki went out to see who they were dealing with. In front of them stood a man over two meters long, with short-cropped blonde hair and pale blue eyes, built tighter than he remembered.

- Onii-san? - young Hanma was surprised. - What are you doing here? And... Are you kind of...taller?

- Or you shrunken. - he replied evasively. - Tokugawa gave me the address and ordered...ooou...

Jack clearly focused on the person behind them. Hanayama turned around. Tall, blonde, green-eyed, again dressed in tight jeans and a bright floral corset, she fastened a strap of high-heeled sandals around her ankle. She regarded the newcomer with a critical glance, without a trace of emotion. Elder Hanma looked as though his brain had flown through his ears. An effect so similar to all those guys drooling over his wife. Indeed, with all four of them, it seemed, most men's minds would run away to nothing, being replaced by wild lust. Immediately after the eldest of his father-in-law's daughters, Kureha appeared unhappy.

- ...he said to be present, but nothing about the lovely company. - he finished swishly, so unlike himself. - Hi. Are you a predatory kitten?

- If only I don't bite you something, little boy. - she replied impassively.

- I'd love to check it out. - he muttered as she stood next to him.

He barely registered movement. Ayame reacted immediately, delivering a high kick straight into the tall blonde's jaw. Apparently, the heels had their advantages. Maybe that's why Hanabi was so eager to wear them. Her oldest sister didn't really need her height - she was 175cm barefoot, if not a little bigger. Hanma hit the ground with great force, spitting blood. Baki was stunned and Shinogi seemed to be pleased with the development of events.

- Pff...sucker. - she said, straightening her blonde hair. - Bunch, come on, no time!

At dinner he tried again. It was a pity to see Jack Hammer go to waste. His sister-in-law was a relentless woman, and he didn't seem to see it. He pressed on to her, tried to get attention, and she was successfully ignoring him.

- Oh, don't tell me I'm not moving you... - he muttered, leaning over to her.

- ENOUGH OF THIS. - she growled firmly, reaching her hand toward his bruised jaw.

Think he was counting on a kiss, and in return Ayame...dove with chopsticks in Canadian mouth. She grabbed something and took it out. Tooth. Sizeable, with quite a bit of roots, but somewhat crooked, like a tree that has been forced to grow amidst obstacles.

- Beautiful eight, boy. I don't think I've ever seen a wisdom tooth like this. Completely degenerated, the enamel is almost gone, even though the dentin looks healthy. Do you bite metal nails with it or what? - she assessed, sitting down in her seat.

- How do you... - he groaned in shock. - But my jaw is made of steel!

- Oh, your teeth are indeed strong, I don't deny it. Most would hurt like hell in this condition! - she snapped. - They're not holding up well, that's their problem. You stuffed yourself with steroids, anabolics and other crap to gain muscle strength while your body was paying heavy taxes. Are you proud of yourself?

- How dare you, woman... - he hissed, propping his arms on the table.

- Are you such a tough guy? Let's check it. - she replied bravely. - Tonight, in the training room.

She wasn't kidding. She was waiting for him in a traditional-style red top and light-colored pants. She tied her blonde hair in a high ponytail to keep it out of her eyes. The three children sat on the side, perfectly still. She stood up as he appeared in front of her, wearing only shorts, snapping his knuckles. The style she used must have been very old, until Retsu, after a moment's thought, deciphered that it was northern Shaolin kung fu. In fact, shouldn't have known it, and for some reason she was at least a master of it. Dodged attacks with ease, quickly unleashing her own, very explosive.

- I told you Kitsune learn very quickly. - Shigeru said with a shrug. - The highest degree of initiation and skill in the art that suits their temperaments is only a matter of time. Ayame is like a flame, just upset her and she will explode and incinerate everything in her path.

As soon as Jack tried to pin her again, she jumped back for a kick. The force she put into it, put her opponent on his shoulders. Hanayama wasn't sure he heard the crackle of the floor under the mats. Baki, sitting next to him, couldn't believe his eyes...as probably all the people gathered.

- Mom is like Master Tigress from "Kung-Fu Panda". - commented dark-haired Rozu.

- You have such brilliant genetic potential and physical conditions, and through your idiotic rush you ruin everything... - Ayame huffed, resolutely refraining from spitting next to him.

>>><<<

She couldn't watch people like that go to waste. Maybe it was because she grew up in a family where you must be the best in your field, maybe she was just like that herself...but she couldn't let him go to waste. And he had been doing it successively, in her eye for several years. She lied about his teeth. They were indeed sandpaper-wiped-out, but she pulled out the one had damaged in front of the house with one smooth kick. She hoped it would wake him up. Sighed heavily, lowering her bare feet onto the cool grass in the inner garden. Ayame liked to sit outside on the terrace from time to time and not think about anything, although the latter, as a rule, never worked out.

- Can't you sleep, sucker? - she asked quietly, still looking ahead.

- How did you know about chemistry? - Jack said, sitting down next to her.

- I'm a good observer. - she muttered evasively. - If you don't take care of your health, you slap a wheelchair in your fifties, or even faster. I guess at such a young age you hardly think about it, but believe me, you don't want to.

- I'm not going to live long. - the man snorted. - The plan was that I would do whatever I can to be the strongest...

- So what, are you doing good? Probably not, because you get weaker with each dose. - she assessed, glaring at him. - My guess is Kureha's behind it. He is usually well-meaning, but he is bathed in hot water, especially on the subject of sports...

- He warned me once that I would kick the calendar faster than I think.

- So why...

- Teach me. - he demanded. - I want to be even stronger.

- I have neither the predisposition nor the time to teach anyone. However, if you stay in Okinawa and ask Yui nicely, she will definitely take you in. - she replied firmly, standing up and heading for her room. - Relax, my sister doesn't bite. However, I'm afraid that you will be forced to give up what you consider necessary...

>>><<<

He slowly began to drag on. He missed the hustle and bustle of the city he was used to. Fortunately, Kizaki called saying that they absolutely had to come back. He and his wife were leaving just as Shigeru and Tokugawa locked themselves in their room to discuss the possibility of another tournament. He didn't think his affinity with Master Soga would make him participate, quite the opposite.

For several days, he had heard information about a strange person wandering around the city. He was...specific, traditionally dressed, with two swords attached. The police became interested in him mainly due to the openly carried weapon. News on TV every now and then informed about his next actions, killed people, but still no one knew his identity. He hadn't heard of any incident on Hanayama territory at the time, nor was there any indication that he was a member of any of the mafia families. He came out of nowhere, many wanted him back there. He neither burned him nor chilled, until he stuck a finger into Clan Fujiki. But it started to get dangerous, so much so that the Chief Police General, Utsumi Shunzo himself, knocked on Hanayama's door. He never had a problem with Hanabi hanging around somewhere, but this time he couldn't let her listen to the conversation. He had an overview of the matter, guessed what the man was coming with, and knew just as well what his wife would say. She couldn't find out what he was planning, she had to be safe, and this time safety meant ignorance. She wasn't pleased, but looked as if had come to terms with his decision. He received the guest as he should, there was even a whiskey on the table. He could see that Chief was wondering if had hit the right place. In fact, not every twenty-year-old looks...like him. He thought that mere presence was enough for the interlocutor to weigh his words, but the Utsumi tried to speak to his conscience - he was to lend his skills to DEFEND THE COUNTRY. Ha! Good! Need the nerve to propose something like this to a representative of the underworld. He spoke beautifully about how his proposal would most likely be welcomed by a man of this caliber and status. Kaoru guessed that they were getting some training in flowery talk or successive persuasion at the higher levels. It didn't work this time, he wasn't going to suddenly start working for the police, not even for a moment. The distance between them was too great. He wasn't even convinced by the story of a half-cut friend. Until Kizaki came with the information that the TV man was indeed Musashi Miyamoto, one of his next victims was Retsu Kaioh, and he himself...was heading towards Shinjuku.

It would be rude not to welcome a visitor to your lands.

_____________________

* Onii-san - the term "big brother" or sometimes the person towards whom we feel fraternal 

#hanayama kaoru #baki the grappler #fanfic #fanfiction #oc x canon #kaoru hanayama #hanayamaswife #hanayamahanabi #baki hanayama #jack hanma #strong female characters #strong female protagonist #strong legs #baki dou #baki headcanons #baki son of ogre #baki hanma #yakuza

[patronusofthepugs]

Bob's Burgers Exterminators

Three stern knocks on the oak door startled Sylvester Stieblitz out of his reverie. He glanced out the window, surprised to see the sky a dusky pink as it began to welcome the night sky. Clearing his throat and straightening his tie, he opens the door for the exterminator. Expecting to a burly man with rune tattoos and maybe an eye patch, instead, he sees nothing. He is only confused for a moment before hearing a polite cough. Looking down, he sees a pair of pink bunny ears belonging to a twelve-year-old girl staring up at him expectantly.

This couldn't be the exterminator could it? Bob's Burgers Exterminators, the best in the business was who he called and well, he was expecting a Bob, not a bunny girl.

"Uh, are you Bob?" he asked hesitantly, fumbling for the right answer.

The girl rolled her eyes, "It's a family business, I am Louise, your exterminator for the night, here to make your demon problem go away right." She recited the slogan in a monotone, clearly bored already.

"Oh, well, uh how nice. Didn't know exterminators came so young. Please, come in."

Louise nodded and picked up her hamburger backpack from the ground, slinging it back over her shoulder. She followed the taller man inside the modest condo. She didn't sense demonic energy in the rooms that they passed or the pathetic-looking kitchen. He stopped in front of a worn blue door and turned to the strangely intimidating 12 year old.

"It's my son Rudy, he's in there and well, he's always been sick. For his entire life, really, but there is something different about this. All of the doctors and specialists can't figure out what is wrong with him. It was actually uh his Dentist who recommended you guys. Said based on some sharpened teeth, we may have an ole demon problem on our hands." Sylvester chuckled mirthlessly at his explanation, his palms were sweaty and stomach churning.

Louise's eyes had remained cool throughout his speech, her face blank and impasive. She was in the all black attire that that Sylvester have seen the exterminators usually wear downtown. Granted it wasnt a buisness suit like the flashy exterminators wore. Louise wore a pair of black overalls with a plain black T-Shirt underneath. With black tennis shoes and black socks, the only thing of color was her absurdly pink bunny ear hat that she wore on top of messy tangled black hair. She was kind of a creepy looking kid if Sylvester was honest with himself. Although all kids kind of creeped him out. Well, every kid besides Rudy. Sylvester blinked back tears and cleared his throat.

"I will uh leave you to it. If you need anything, you have my cell phone number. I will be at the bar across the street while you take care of it."

Louise arched an eyebrow, "You aren't going to stay here.?

Sylvester sheepishly shook his head, " I can't handle the sight of blood and I heard these exterminations can get well messy. No, I shouldn't be here, I'll only get in the way."

He turned the doorknob and gave it a little push. Giving a weak smile to Louise, he hurried down the hall, trying his best to not look like he was running away. Which he wasn't, not at all. After all, he wasn't scared of his son. He was scared of the thing inside of his son.

Louise scoffed at the departing cowardly man and pushed her way inside the room. The first thing that she noticed was the hundreds of glow-in-dark star sticks plastered on the ceiling. Then she saw the frail-looking boy in his bed flipping through a deck of playing cards. He had looked up when she entered, his hazel eyes curious but also afraid. Louise studied him in return, trying to pick out the physical signs of possession.

He had coppery hair that was shaved close to his scalp but it looked like a bad haircut and not because he tried to pull chunks of it out. Dark bruising bags underneath his eyes and pale skin. He didn't seem that short or that tall, just sort of regular-sized. No pointy ears, no smell of sulfur. Louise squinted and climbed onto the bed, she sat crisscross apple sauce from the boy and studied closely. The boy stared back at her bewildered, also taking in the details of the silent exterminator.

The two of them stared in silence before Rudy broke it, "Are you here to kill me ?"

Louise grinned and tilted her head, "Depends, are you a demon?"

Rudy frowned and plucked at his blanket, "Dad thinks I am possessed, but I don't feel any different. If I was possessed, you would think I would be better at magic tricks."

Louise chuckled and then stuck her fingers in Rudy's mouth, "Say ahhh."

Rudy obeyed without thinking, his eyes wide and hands trembling. This strange girl was not what he thought an exterminator would be.

Louise studied Rudy's teeth, they didn't look particularly demon-like or sharp. Maybe a cavity here or there. Dr. Yap was an idiot.

She let go and wiped her fingers on his blanket. She crossed her arms and glared at the not possessed kid.

"Are you trying to scam me or what? Where's the demon in ya?"

Rudy scoffed, his slow simmering annoyance starting to rise, " Hey man, I didn't claim I was possessed, my dad did. My guidance counselor just thinks it's cause I'm not taking the divorce well. "

Louise clambered out of the bed and stretched her arms out, glancing at the irritated non-possessed kid, "Well are you taking it well?"

Rudy shrugged, "I think I am doing okay. I think my parents are taking it harder. My dad especially, that's when the demon thing started. He's convinced there is something wrong, which you know, a little hurtful. I think I'm just going to puberty."

Rudy then immediately blushed as he realized he had started talking about puberty with a girl. A girl the same age as him.

"Hey, what's your name anyway?" he asked quickly, hoping to change the subject from puberty.

Louise shrugged and turned to get her burger backpack, "It's Louise."

She turned to leave the room, no need for an exterminator without a demon but stopped. Her hands inches from the doorknob. She had heard it, a faint murmur but it was there. A quiet peal of giggles, demonic ones, high pitched and silky, smug at the thought it had tricked the great exterminator.

Louise grinned, blood was back on the menu tonight.

She turned back around to face Rudy, slinging the backpack off and tossing it into the middle of the room.

" I have good news and bad news. Good news, you aren't possessed. Bad news, something in your room is. It's probably what is making you sick." Louise flipped open a lighter and lit the flame, " Let's get to burning."

Rudy gasped and shook his head, "There must be another way. Please don't burn my stuff! Do you know how long it took to build my hat collection. And-And, not my magic tricks!" he looked at her pleadingly.

Louise closed the lighter and groaned, "Ugh, fine. Let's do this the hard way then."

She walked to the middle of the room and unzipped the bag, taking out a hamburger sitting perfectly on top of a white porcelain plate. She set the plate down on the floor and tossed the empty bag in the corner of the room. Louise clambered back onto the bed, sitting side by side with Rudy this time.

"What's with the burger?"

Louise sighed, annoyed at the questioning of her very successful method.

"It's a trap for the demon. Gotta use bait since I can't burn anything."

Rudy stared at the burger and then at Louise, "It's a burger though? Is that what demons like? I thought they would eat like rocks or souls."

Louise gestured at the burger, "It isn't just any ole burger, it's laced with enough binding runes and salt to make a demon wish they were never born. It's my folk's specialty. My dad makes the burgers, my mom sets the runes to trap them and then that's when I come in. To send them back to hell."

Rudy nodded in awe, "that's kind of badass" he admitted.

"Aren't you ever scared though?"

Louise glanced at him from the corner of her eye, "I don't get scared, sort of comes with the territory. We have been doing this since I was born. Not just me though, I have a brother and sister who also helps out. Kind of."

Rudy tilted his head, " What do they do?"

"Well, Tina is studying at the Academy so she isn't much use now. She mainly writes about the newest love spells and when to avoid the Inspector. We use her love potions in the meat of the burger though, some sort of brine. Makes it irresistible to demons." Louise paused, smiling wistfully at the thought of her bespectacled sister. '

She would never say it out loud but she missed her sister. She used to do these exterminations with Gene and Tina and without them, well, just wasn't the same. Maybe that was why she was spilling her life story to this random non-possessed kid. He was a good listener though. His eyes shone brighter than before. He seemed content with the temporary companionship.

"And Gene, well, he's at the Academy on the West Coast. He was scouted last year at the Christmas school concert. The Substitute Witch was so impressed by his musical charms and levitation work, that she convinced the school to give him a scholarship. It's the best music school in the country so it was a no-brainer that he left too. He can weave persuasion magic into the notes of his music, I have another way to entice the demon out if needed. One of his special song bombs."

Rudy sighed," Wow, an entire magic family, that's really something. I always heard magic was rare. But hey, I bet you've never seen the type of card tricks that I can do."

Louise smirked, turning to face him, " Oh yeah, show me what you got."

Rudy shuffled the deck of cards with a flourish, "With pleasure, Ms. Exterminator, prepare to have your mind blown."

The two spent the next hour trading card tricks and stories. Rudy learned that her family also ran a regular Burger Restaurant in addition to the exterminating business, that she hated the color orange, and that her favorite food in the world was vanilla and strawberry swirl ice cream on a waffle cone. She was also possibly the coolest person that Rudy had ever met.

Louise shuffled the deck, her turn now to make up some trick to impress Rudy. She kept sneaking glances at him whenever she could. He was not what she was expecting. Besides, being not possessed, he was funny in an awkward self-deprecating way. He loved magic tricks, had about 150 different types of hats, and was allergic to almost everything. He wasn't too allergic to chocolate, however. Louise made a mental note of that fact. He was also one of the most earnest boy she had ever met. His smile was truly kind and sincere, and despite herself, she felt it lowering her guard.

Maybe that was why she almost missed the burger moving an inch from the plate. Almost.

Faster than Rudy could blink, Louise leaped from the bed onto the floor.

Crouching on the ground, she stared at the burger, and grabbed underneath his bed, swiping the butcher knife that she had stashed there earlier. Rudy gasped, bringing his blanket to his face, now feeling afraid for the first time. He had almost forgotten. This wasn't a weird social visit, there was a demon. And he was about to watch Louise slaughter it.

Louise rocked back on her heels, studying the burger, "Come on, come on, got a tasty treat for you there, just go on and grab it, " she cajoled, her voice growing soft and almost pleasant. Rudy wondered if the demon could hear the undercurrent of bloodlust weaved in Louise's words.

Rudy hardly daring to breathe, stared at the burger and then back at Louise, still perched on the floor like a predatory gargoyle. The burger suddenly flew off the plate, splattering onto the wall above his fedora collection.

Rudy frowned as mushy burger bits dripped onto his beloved hats, "Rude, he muttered before ducking quickly as the plate shattered above his head.

"Oh geez, " he wheezed into his inhaler and ducked underneath his blanket, screwing his eyes tight.

Louise had jumped towards the plate before it was hurtled at Rudy, barely missing it. She groaned and spun around, eyes darting around the room, searching the shadows for the demon.

She brandished her butcher knife and grinned, "Why don't ya pick on someone your own size, come on I don't bite."

She stared intently at the corners of the room, trying to sense where the demonic presence was emanating from. It had grown weaker on masking its smell and she could smell the sulphur and tar that now filled the room.

"You can't hide forever," she warned jabbing the knife in the air.

"Why don't ya go to therapy kid, instead of taking ya issues out on us." a voice hissed from behind her. From Rudy's bed.

Louise spun around, astonished. There was no way Rudy was possessed. Unless?

Rudy lay tangled on the floor in his blanket, his eyes wide and frantically shaking his head no. He had felt something cold and warm at the same time emanating from the side of the bed. He had scrambled out of the bed on instinct and now laid there trapped and tangled. Rudy and Louise watched as Pancake, Rudy's beloved plush flounder, levitated 2 feet in the air. A third human eye opened above the stitched-on fish eyes. It looked at Louise in annoyance.

"I wasn't even bothering anyone. This kid is just like that. With parents like those though, who can blame him." The oily voice spoke through the plush fish.

Rudy's mouth hung open in shock, he wasn't even offended at the words. Mainly impressed that Pancake's possession had gone unnoticed for so long.

Louise scoffed and waved the knife, "Don't you have better things to do than hang around a 12-year-old boy, you creep? Go climb up the corporate hell ladder and leave Rudy alone."

The demon rolled its one eye, "I like it here, the kid doesn't bother anyone and besides, I can be his friend. " The Pancake demon turned looking at Rudy, "What do you say kid, you want a guardian demon? I can teach you all sorts of things."

As Rudy thought about it, Louise threw a sock at his head, "Rudy, can you literally not sell your soul while I am standing right here? You're making me look bad."

The demon laughed, "Oh honey, as if you could take me. I promise though, I am really not so bad, not like the lot down there. Here, I' 'll sweeten the deal. Let me show you my true form and name."

Louise lowered the knife slightly. Demons never showed their true form, they always bounced from target to target wearing skins to protect their vulnerable demon hide. And their actual name? Well, forget it. Witches have murdered to find the names of demons to bind them. Either this was some sort of trick or just a suicidal demon.

The eye closed on Possessed Pancake and with a hiss, a black shadow floated up from the stuffed fish. The black shadow materialized in an oily black humanoid shape. It was small, about two feet tall with big white eyes and two pointed horns. The demon floated down onto the bed and nodded at the kids. "Sup, my name is Luci."

Louise moved to grab Rudy, helping him up from the ground, she stood in front of him. She nervously sifts through the salt in her pocket, still not taking her eyes off the small demon.

Rudy also studied Luci, he was almost kind of cute. Not at all what Rudy was expecting.

"How long have you been in Pancake?" he asked curiously.

Luci shrugged, "I'm bad with human time, maybe for a month or two? I just needed a place to crash, and well you aren't bad company kid. Cool hats."

Rudy smiled at Luci, "Thanks," he looked at Louise, "I want to keep him."

Louise sputtered and stared at Rudy, "Absolutely not, this is a demon! He is probably waiting for you to go to sleep so he can eat your teeth or something, we have to send him back!"

Luci crossed his arms, "I would never, I am a vegan. And I prefer only candy. And toast. Maybe some coffee if you have it but only if it is French pressed."

Rudy grinned even more, " Come on Louise, you have to admit this is pretty cool. "

Louise frowned, "You know this is super illegal right? We have a license to exterminate demons not keep them as pets. The Inspector would lose his shit if he ever found out. And more importantly, I would lose my street cred."

Luci shrugged, "I won't tell the others. As far as the other demons know, you are still the scariest exterminator. Little demons are told to be good or else Bunny Girl will cut off their widdle heads."

Louise looked pleased at that, twirling her knife with one hand.

Rudy winked at Luci and shrugged, "Besides Louise, I didn't take you much for a rule follower. Luci and I can help with the restaurant. And the exterminations! You won't have to do them alone anymore! We can be like a trio."

Louise stared between the boy and his now guardian demon, "You know what fuck it, let's do it. but," she added raising her knife at Luci, "if you ever think about hurting Rudy or anyone, I will send you back to Hell with your skin peeled back."

Luci grinned wildly at her "Oooh I like you, watch your language though Sweetcakes. I am a posh demon."

Louise sighed and lowered her knife. She may come to regret this but as she watched Luci and Rudy's fist pumped, she couldn't help but smile. A demon, an asthmatic boy, and an exterminator making burgers and taking down demons, what could go wrong?

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Marinette twisted to the side and felt around for her phone. Hopefully she had left water near her bed. She didn’t want to have to get up. She didn’t even remember getting home and based on how her clothes felt she was pretty sure she had just climbed into bed. It was still very dark, darker than usual. She wondered if there was to be a storm that was blocking out the street lights. She couldn’t usually get the curtains to block them.

Maybe she had just flopped the wrong way on the bed. She couldn’t find the side and she was getting disoriented. She would have to get up and straighten it all out. Probably change into pajamas too and find out when she needed to take her next dose. She sat up and held on to the edge of the bed when the dizziness hit. Then clarity hit when her feet touched the floor and she bolted upright. This wasn’t her bed. The carpet was fluffier and the bed was taller. It was too dark to see where she was but a voice spoke and everything got so much worse.

“I brought water and your pills. Unfortunately you will not be able to access your phone at this time.”

She knew that voice.

She tried to remember what had happened. She felt a pain on her side and realized she was injured but Dick had never hurt her like that. He preferred to terrorize her in other ways before letting her go after, knowing he could always find her when he wanted. It was all a game to him until he was finished playing. She remembered leaving the pharmacy. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise so she had turned down an alley hoping to get home quicker before he could catch up to her. Her mind was too foggy from being sick to manage with his double speak.

“How am I supposed to trust anything you give me?”

He walked up to her and held her chin in his hand and lifted it gently until their eyes met. His eyes were the only thing she could see in the darkness surrounding them.

“My Darling, I could never do anything to harm you.”

She relaxed when he spoke. He put the water in her hand and she drank it, pausing to take her next dose. She leaned against him when he slid his arm around her shoulders. He took the glass back and set it on a table. He shifted so he could pull her close with both arms and leaned down to kiss her head.

“I have more appropriate sleepwear but if you are able a bath would probably help you rest better and I would like for you to eat something.”

Her sleepy voice was muffled against his chest when she responded.

“Are you trying to make me healthy in case you need something to eat later?”

“As it happens, I don’t require sustenance at this moment. Is it so hard to believe I simply care about your well being?”

Her response was a noncommittal murmur. She was still feeling too drowsy to come up with a witty response. He moved right along and handed her something soft and pushed her behind a curtain. After she changed, he guided her back to the bed and pulled the covers over her. She stiffened when he lay behind her but he stayed right there until she relaxed. She was nearly asleep when she remembered the rest of what happened before.

“There was a man. You watched him take me. Did you kill him to protect me?”

“He was a threat to you, Love. They’re always the first to die.”

She slid fully into sleep without knowing the lie he had told. None of those who had taken her were dead. But they would be, eventually. First, they would tell him everything they knew and then he would drain them and everyone else who was involved.

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