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Meu Amor | Chapter 6

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“Ok guys, we have the final schedule for Boxing Day, and before we go on holidays, we need to decide who will do each game. We have two big ones, Chelsea-City and Tottenham-Arsenal. Who wants to go to Stamford Bridge?”

“Us!” Taylor says, raising her hand.

“Anyone else?” our boss asks. “Then team Taylor will cover that one.”

“I know what you did there” I whisper while the meeting keeps going.

“Help with your love life?” she smirks.

“Urgh” I reply, rolling my eyes.

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“Taylor, you don’t need to wait with me” I say once we are done with the Chelsea-City, the game ending with a win for the sky blue team.

“I know. But I want to say Merry Christmas to Mr. Dias.”

A few minutes later, he leaves the stadium.

“Mr. Dias!” Taylor says when she sees him. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, Taylor. And hi” he says to me with a smile, my stomach doing its usual flip.

“Hello.”

“Aww, cute” Taylor says, making both Rúben and I look at her, confused about her reaction. “Anyway, I better go. Enjoy your date, you two.”

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“Hello, miss. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Paul” I say to our driver. “It’s nice seeing you again.”

“You too, miss. Where to?”

“The same restaurant from the other day. I promise I won’t hurt myself.”

“I’ll make sure of it” Rúben says next to me.

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“Final verdict?” I ask Rúben when we leave the restaurant.

“The wait was worth it. I’m definitely coming back.”

“Even if it isn’t super duper healthy?” I ask, teasing him.

“Yes, even if it isn’t super duper healthy. Tomorrow I’ll pick our breakfast spot. And then it’s your time to be my tour guide.”

“Don’t expect anything fancy. Just the basics.”

“The company will make it worth it.” The company will make it worth it. Did he just say that? He did. Stay calm. Stay calm! “But there is one thing we must do. We need to go to the London Eye, I want to see the city from up there.”

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“This is your stop, miss” Paul says.

“Thank you very much” I say as I open the car’s door, Rúben doing the same on his side and moving to the boot.

“Santa left this for you in Manchester” he says, giving me a black bag.

“Oh, Rúben, you didn’t have to buy me anything!”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry. Open it.”

“Wait… you remembered?” I say, getting a little box from the bag. It’s the perfume I wear, the one we talked about the night I was attacked by a cobblestone.

“Of course I did. Is that the one? I saw that they had two, but the smell I remembered was more similar to this one.”

“This is the one, yes. Thank you” I say, definitely blushing. “And what is this?”

“That’s something to wear at work during the games. You must take care of your throat and your voice if one day you want to be in Taylor’s shoes” he says as I unfold a black scarf.

“It is so soft. Again, thank you. This is a lot, you didn’t need to.”

“It was my pleasure.”

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“You look nervous” Rúben says while we wait at the London Eye’s queue.

“Me? Nah.”

This is the first stop on our tour after having one of the best breakfasts of my life. I’m gonna be dreaming about that pain au chocolat for the rest of the week.

“Are you cold? I can give you my hat, it matches with the scarf.”

The scarf he gifted me last night. I couldn’t help myself and had to wear it today. His smile when he saw me was totally worth it.

“I’m fine for now. Thank you.”

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“This is beautiful” Rúben says. We are inside one of the London Eye’s pods, the city at our feet. And I’m shitting myself. “Come, let’s move to the other side” he says, grabbing my hand. “Are you taking me to the Tower?” he asks, pointing at it.

“Not today. I had planned just museums.”

“Another day then” he smiles. I am freaking out so much for other reasons, that his smile does nothing to me. And somehow, he notices. “You should have told me you are scared of heights.”

“I am not” I say with a nervous laugh. But then someone behind us makes a sudden move, and I find myself hugging his arm with my free hand, the other still holding his.

“You were saying…” he chuckles.

“Fine, I’m a bit scared of heights. But I didn’t want to ruin this for you, you were so excited…”

“I could have done it any other day. But thank you” he says, kissing my head. In normal circumstances, that would have made me feel very hot and God knows what else. But in this moment, it helps me relax. Though I still am holding into his arm as if my life depended on it. His big and strong arm. Probably my favorite part of his body. “For now” says a little voice in my head. Looks like even while shitting myself, my brain still finds a way to be horny.

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After visiting the Big Ben, Westminster’s Abbey, the British Museum and doing a little stop to eat something, we are now at the Natural History Museum.

“I can’t remember the last time I was here” I say to Rúben as we walk up the stairs, Darwin saying hello. But when I turn to look at him, he isn’t by my side. “What the…” I say, turning to look behind me. “What are you doing there?”

“Taking some photos” he says. “You looked great with all this behind you.”

“You were taking a photo of me?”

“I’ve been taking sneaky photos of you all day” he says with the Simone smile as I’ve started to call it. “I’ll show you later.”

He’s been taking photos of me. Like those cute and casual photos of pretty girls you see on Pinterest. That’s boyfriend behavior right there. Boyfriend… ha!

“Now who is the one staying behind?” he says from the top of the stairs.

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“Can I ask you something?” I say while we check the part of the museum dedicated to the felines.

“Go ahead."

“Why cat?”

“Uh?” he asks, confused.

“On your Instagram. It says Rúben Gato. And gato means cat, right?”

“Oh, that” he laughs. “That’s my name.”

“Yeah, sure” I say, also laughing.

“It is. It’s one of my middle names.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“What happened there?” I say, laughing again.

“That’s a question for my parents, not me” he shrugs. “What is your middle name?”

“I don’t have one.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope. They gave them all to you and then there weren’t names left for me.”

That makes him laugh, and I swear I’ve never heard a more beautiful sound in my entire life.

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“Will I be seeing you again soon, miss?” Paul asks as he parks in front of my building.

“I hope so. Thank you very much for everything, you are the best.”

“My pleasure, miss.”

“Would you mind if I accompanied you all the way up?” Rúben asks when we get out of the car.

“Of course not. Do you want to make sure I make it safe and sound?” I tease him.

“You caught me.”

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“And again, no accidents” I say as I open my flat’s door.

“You are getting so much better at this” he laughs.

“Maybe because, as I told you, I am not that clumsy?”

“Maybe” he shrugs. “I hope we get to meet again soon.”

“Me too.”

After that we stay silent, looking at each other. But then he takes a step forward, closing most part of the space between us, and I feel myself holding my breath. Is he going to do what I think he is going to do?

He moves a little bit closer, and his hand is now on my hair, putting a free lock behind my ear before moving to my face, caressing my cheek and slowly leaning forward. Holy shit. Help! Rúben is going to kiss me.

“Oh my God” I hear Rebecca say behind us. “I’m so sorry to interrupt, I had my headphones on and…” And you just ruined the moment.

“It’s fine, don’t worry. Rebecca, right?” Rúben says, offering her the hand that just a few seconds ago was on my face. Can it please go back there?

“Yes, hi. And you are Rúben” she says, shaking it. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“You too” he says. “Anyway, I better go. Goodnight, girls.”

“Goodnight” we both say at the same time.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry. Like so so so so sorry” Rebecca says once we hear the lift moving.

“It’s fine, don’t worry.”

“But he was going to kiss you!”

“Maybe. I don’t know” I say, walking inside our flat.

“Girl, he totally was. He likes you. And you like him too.”

#ruben dias #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias fanfic #football fanfic #football imagine

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becca-e-barnes · 3 years

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I love your writing! Can you please do one with Bucky where the reader gives him a gift and it’s like an iPod and the reader put a bunch of 40’s music on it for Bucky to listen too and Bucky asks the reader to dance and it’s really sweet and fluffy! Thank you!

When I tell you I RAN for my iPad to start writing this request as soon as it came through omg, I am obsessed with this one! Thank you so so much for sending me this, I absolutely loved writing it 💗

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2,925

Warnings: Loads of fluff, super duper sweet Bucky, little bit of angst and mentions of family loss. Mad cottagecore vibes. This is honestly just hella soft!

Summary: Bucky doesn’t remember much about his sister Rebecca, just that today is her birthday. Coming to terms with the fact she grew up alone upsets him so you cheer him up with an early birthday present, taking him back to the 40’s.

A/N: I noticed Bucky has a sister in the comics so I went with that! (cause it makes me so happy to know that a canon Rebecca Barnes exists). I really don’t know much about her so if I’ve written anything wrong, please let me know so I can edit her to be canon compliant 💕 (And yes, all my 40’s songs are from the Fallout 4 soundtrack, I couldn’t help it)

The sound of the rain pattering softly on the roof woke you from your sleep. You rubbed your eyes and turned to look at the thin flannel curtains, noticing they were letting in a little light. Birds had only just began to start chirping faintly in the distance, meaning it couldn’t be much later than 5am. You rolled over in the large bed, hoping to feel the comfort of your husband’s firm chest against you but as you moved, you noticed the sheets were cold. He must have gotten up some time ago.

With a yawn, you pushed yourself up, your feet hitting the cold wooden floor of the bedroom.

“Buck?” You questioned, rounding the little corner and seeing he wasn’t in the kitchen. Your brow furrowed and you headed to the living room, checking to see if he was there. It wasn’t uncommon to wake up without Bucky. While he usually slept like a log these days, he was still keen to stay in shape so he would often go for a run at sunrise but usually only on mornings when the weather was nice. His nightmares barely ever bothered him anymore. You were thankful for that at least since it meant you weren’t woken in the middle of the night to the sight of your wonderful husband trembling with grief, knowing that he longed to wake up and be anyone other than himself. It broke your heart seeing what he had to suffer through to get to this point but he was endlessly grateful that you had suffered it with him. It was tough on you, you couldn’t deny but there was no chance you would ever have let him go through any of that alone. There had been countless nights spent cradling his shaking body, humming softly to him to remind him he wasn’t still living those nightmares. Eventually, those awful nights became few and far between, his smiles became brighter, the bags under his eyes shrunk and he returned to something closer to the man you imagined he must’ve been in the 40’s.

You reached the living room door and noticed the fire was lit, warmth beaming out the room as you took in the sight in front of you. Bucky was sitting in an armchair by the fire with a little wooden box resting on his knee. The only light in the room came from the fire and what little brightness was beginning to seep in through the window but despite how dim it was you could still make out his messy bed head.

“You okay baby?” You asked with a little yawn, crossing the short distance between you, coming up to the back of the chair and resting you hands on his broad shoulders that were still covered by his pyjama top. Your fingertips ran over the seam where his skin was replaced with metal and he let out a little content hum.

“Yeah doll, you should go back to bed, you’re tired.” He soothed, bringing his flesh hand up to squeeze one of yours. You looked down and noticed his lap was littered with old photos and newspaper clippings. You had helped him collect them over the years, taking him to libraries and museums, trawling through archives to make sure he had as much in his little collection as possible. He had spent years tracking down everything he could find about his sister, keeping all the clippings in his little wooden box.

Instead of going back to bed, you lifted the papers from his lap and sat down in their place. You pulled the woollen throw from the back of chair and draped it over the pair of you before starting to shuffle through the few photocopies in your hand. Each picture showed a different stage of your sister in law’s life, from a photocopy of the newspaper announcing her birth right up to the last piece you and Bucky had been able to track down. It was just a short article about an interview she had given, talking about how Bucky had been the only Howling Commando that had given his life in service of his country.

“Just wish she could’ve known the truth. Wish she’d known I wasn’t dead all those years.” He whispered, face buried in the crook of your neck as you leafed through the delicate pages. His mother had died when he was little and his father had died shortly before he went to war. He and his sister had been separated shortly after they lost their father. “She must’ve been completely alone…. Would’ve had no family until she got married.” He mused sadly, looking at the little newspaper clipping that announced her marriage to her husband.

“Would have been a tough life Buck.” You agreed quietly and he nodded.

“Today is her birthday.” He whispered after a little silence, the weight of all that he had missed out on weighing so heavily on him.

“Tell me about her Buck.” You quizzed, stroking his flesh arm gently, cuddling up against his warm chest as the fire crackled beside you.

“I really don’t remember much about her.” He admitted quietly. “Not sure if that’s because HYDRA jumbled some of my memories or if it’s just because it’s been so long.” He was so distracted by the article in his hands. It had a tiny, grainy photo in the centre of the text, a photo of a young Bucky and Rebecca standing together in their school uniforms. “Remember Rebecca loved to go to Stark’s science fairs.” A little fond smile tugged at the edge of his lips. “God, I used to go to those with Stevie to try to get him a date. We were both hopeless.” He laughed softly, his lips pressed gently to your neck as he spoke.

“We both know that’s not true Buck, Steve said you were such a ladies man.” You giggled, holding his chin gently and pulling him into a soft kiss.

“Hard to be a ladies man when your little sister was tagging along on your date.” He chuckled, “kinda spoiled the mood.”

“I bet it did.” You agreed sarcastically, running your fingers through his soft messy hair, watching his face as his eyes flitted over the paper in front of him. Eventually his little smile faded and his brow furrowed. It wasn’t hard to tell that he must have been thinking about how Rebecca would have reacted to hearing what her brother had done to Howard Stark and you knew you needed to get him out of that hole before it got too deep for him to handle. You gently gathered up all the little clippings, tucking them safely back into the wooden box and returning it to its place on the mantle. Bucky was still looking solemn so you returned to your spot on his lap and cuddled up against his large frame, nearly like you were trying to protect him from his own thoughts with your body.

“I know it’s early but I really don’t think I can keep it to myself any longer, you want one of your birthday presents?” You suggested and his little smile came back.

“Sure doll, that would be nice.” He laughed, kissing the top of your head. You bounced up out of his lap and pranced off to the bedroom, looking for the little box you had hidden in your dresser under some clothes. You returned to the living room with his gift tucked behind your back.

“It’s not wrapped yet, I didn’t plan on giving it to you early so you gotta close your eyes and hold out your hands.” You teased, making Bucky roll his eyes. He did as you asked anyway, metal and flesh hands cupped together in front of him. He looked so damn cute you couldn’t resist giving his lips a little peck.

“Was that my present doll?” He laughed, feeling you sit back down on your spot in his lap but still keeping his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Yeah Barnes, that’s all you’re getting,” you joked sarcastically. He looked far too handsome with his cheeky grin, the warm light from the roaring fire dancing on his flushed cheeks. You loved this man more than you could put into words and you knew he loved you back just as fiercely. After building the suspense for a moment, you placed the box in his hands and he opened his eyes like a giddy child. You watched as his eyes scanned over his new gift, trying to work out what exactly it was.

“Oh! It’s an iPod! Sam has one of these!” He beamed excitedly, a little bit too proud that he had been able to figure out what the box actually contained before he had opened it. He carefully lifted the lid and pulled the iPod out, pressing the power button. You hadn’t really considered how tiny it would look in his huge hands. The screen flickered to life and he looked like a child on Christmas morning. His eyes were alight from both the bright screen and his excitement. His smile was absolutely infectious, joy radiating out of him at such a simple gift.

“I put some music on it for you babe.” You smiled, giving his forehead a little kiss.

“If you’ve filled this thing full of Harry Styles, I’ll throw it at you.” He teased quietly, trying to press the touch screen with the thumb on his metal hand, forgetting that it wouldn’t register properly.

“He’s a guilty pleasure of yours, don’t even deny it.” You laughed back, carding your fingers through his soft hair, showing him how to open the music app. “No, I put some of your music on it.” You watched as he used his flesh thumb to scroll through the list of songs. “You wanna connect it to the speakers?” You asked quietly, taking it from him and showing him how to open the settings and connect it to your living room speakers by Bluetooth.

“Pick a song, hun.” You smiled handing it back to him. He pressed the first title he saw. ‘Mighty Mighty Man’ by Roy Brown started playing and you thought Bucky’s grin was going to take over his entire face. His eyes crinkled as music boomed through your small living room.

“God, I remember this song.” He laughed, running a hand through his hair. He looked so carefree and happy in that moment, clutching his little iPod tightly. You beamed at him and he looked up at you, giving you a happy kiss, both of your lips still pulled tight with smiles. His cheeks were hot against yours given how he was closer to the fire than you and his metal thumb rubbed gently against your bare thigh under the woollen throw. He let out a happy little sigh, pulling away to look back down at the rest of the songs on the iPod. His thumb hovered over ‘Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall’ by The Ink Spots for a minute before he clicked on it. As the gentle introduction started, he pulled you close to him, both of his strong arms circling around your waist. His face was buried in your hair and he kissed gently at your shoulder as you listened to the slow song together, just enjoying each other’s company and the sound of the rain pattering outside.

You couldn’t help but wonder how different his life must have been the first time he heard that song. He wouldn’t have had any idea the grief and loss and pain that was ahead of him. Far too much rain had indeed fallen on Bucky Barnes’ life.

“It’s not all been bad you know.” He whispered ever so quietly against your skin, almost as if he had been able to read your mind. “You’ve been the biggest blessing.” His last sentence was barely louder than a breath. You weren’t really supposed to hear it, it was more just Bucky’s way of thanking the universe for finally giving him something truly pure. Every now and again, on those nights he was struggling to sleep, he loved to roll over and just take in the sight of his beautiful wife tangled in the sheets. Rather than counting sheep or getting lost in his thoughts, he would quietly list the things he loved about you, almost how people talk to their plants. He hoped that by saying it out loud, even if you weren’t listening, your body would still acknowledge it and you would grow to love yourself how he did. He knew it was silly but he would far rather think about all the reasons he had fallen so madly in love with you than lie awake staring at the ceiling. He could think of hundreds of reasons, often silly little things like how cute you looked when you were reading or how endearing it was when you put your hand on your hip when you were cross at him for eating your last muffin or how slowly you had to peel carrots because you didn’t want to “lose a finger”. Every night brought some new confession because he found that every day, there was something else he could obsess over. He had never anticipated finding love like this. Not just because before he met you, he was filled with a bit more self loathing than he would ever have admitted to, but just because he didn’t believe it existed. “People don’t just love each other like they do in movies, it’s all made up.” He would argue, so cynical that anyone could ever find a soulmate, never mind one of the most notorious assassins the world has ever known. You had well and truly changed his mind. He would gladly do anything for you, anything at all. You had shown him so much love and trust and in some strange way, he felt like you understood him at times when he didn’t even understand himself. You knew what he needed because you were what he needed.

The song ended but neither of you moved to untangle your bodies, choosing instead to stay wrapped up in each other. A couple more songs played, with Bucky humming along to them gently. He couldn’t remember all the words but he got most of the tunes right. Then ‘I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire’ by The Ink Spots started and he pulled his head from the crook of your neck

“Would you dance with me Mrs Barnes?” He asked with a soft little smile, taking one of your hands in his metal one.

“Anything for you Mr Barnes.” You agreed, dragging your bodies apart to stand in front of the fire. It had died slightly but the room still had a happy glow. The rain was coming down just a little harder and it only made being inside, warm and dry with your husband even more appealing. Bucky’s hands fell to your waist and yours went to his shoulders. It didn’t take long for him to work his thumbs under your thin pyjama top, just enjoying the feeling of your soft skin against his hand. His touch was gentle and reverent, like holding you too tightly would make you shatter like delicate porcelain. Your bodies moved slowly to the music, swaying together in your little living room, hoping this moment would never end. There wasn’t much to it but you couldn’t honestly think of a more blissful start to your day. You both shuffled together, dancing slowly like you had on your wedding day (at least for your first dance anyway). The feeling of the carpet under your feet and the smell of the burning wood kept you both grounded – this was your home, the home you shared together and most likely the home you would raise your children in some day. Your body was tired and your mind was foggy but just from the sense of safety being warm and comfortable in your husband’s strong arms brought.

“Love you Buck.” You smiled, looking up at him after the song ended.

“Love you too y/n. More than you’ll ever know.” Came his hushed reply and then a little yawn.

“Will we go back to bed for an hour or two?” You suggested, running a hand up his flesh arm soothingly and he nodded, only realising just how tired he was after not sleeping most of the night. The fire had all but died, the embers glowing faintly on the hearth. He turned the music off and let you lead him back to your shared bedroom, flopping onto the bed and wrapping his arms around you.

“You’ve no idea what that iPod means to me doll. Was like being back in the forties but this time, I had my best girl there with me.” Your head lay on his chest and he cradled your face with his metal hand.

“Glad you like it baby, happy early birthday.” You smiled, drawing little shapes on his chest with your fingertips.

Bucky’s heart was so full, it didn’t take him long to fall asleep. Sure he missed Rebecca and his parents but everything he needed in the world was lying there in bed with him, cuddled up against his chest. Some day he hoped you two would have your own little family when you were both ready and he would love and cherish them as much as he did you but until then, you were all the family he needed.

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dorimena · 3 years

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Hi, I love your work and if your requests are open would you consider the following?

Monoma is on patrol with y/n and Monoma being well....Monoma, he was horny and was teasing y/n. Not having any of this shit, she proceeds to dom the fuck out of him during patrol. She takes him into an alleyway and fucks him with a strap that she had on her already (she was already planning on something but didn’t go through with it because work is work and she’s aware that Monoma and her could take their time when they got home). She pushes him into the wall and fucks him silly. Monoma is loving it and keeps begging “Mommy fuck me more, please!”. She gives him what he wants but she tells him to be quiet or else the bystanders would fine their great Phantom Thief in a puddle of his own cum while getting fucked by his mommy. At some point two civilians hear Monoma panting and hiccuping and get concerned. Y/n keeps fucking him and reassures them that Phantom Thief is fine. He cums then and there and she tells him to reassure the civilians that he’s ok. Monoma whimpers out that he’s fine and y/n cleans him up and cuddles him in the alleyway telling him how much of a good boy he was.

(I’ve been thinking about this ever since I read your shower blowjob story. This man makes the dom in me go crazy. He’s already a whining bitch, having him be like that in the bedroom just- 😫)

Let me say that I’ve had a scene in my head almost the same as this one you sent me and I am absolutely thrilled because yessss more attention to bratty baby Monoma ٩(♡ε♡)۶

And honestly, this man is just asking for it. Bet he wants to fucked anywhere, anytime, as long as he's put back into his place. That's his kink-

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; Monoma Neito

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 3.5k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; fem!reader, pegging, mommy kink, slight exhibitionism, public sex, mentioned sex toy (butt plug), implied overstimulation, multiple orgasms, implied after care, domme!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; begging, humiliation, Monoma being a little shit, because he wanted your attention, and to rile the fuck out of you, aged-up character: Monoma is 20+

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; I unknowingly kind of changed a few things from the ask, like the conversation between Monoma and the bystanders, but I hope you like it anon! The ending is kind of rushed, sorry about that!

𝕭𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐

“Now, now, y/n, you know ignoring someone, specifically the love of your life, is a crime? How else are you to beg for my love if you go on and ignore my graceful presence? Are you listening to me? At least lend me your attention.”

He’s been like this for the past couple of hours since you’ve both been assigned together for patrol. You thought it’d be a good idea, and Monoma was also excited when your boss told you both to get ready and head to the neighborhood you’re meant to keep a watch over.

The neighborhood turned out not as empty or quiet as you expected, rather close to a busy street. Some stores and restaurants seem to align themselves around this area.

You thought things would go smoothly, go even better and much quicker now that you and your boyfriend are finally patrolling together, months since you’ve transferred to this agency from your old one.

But Monoma’s been leaving any and every snide remark since you two stepped foot into the area, teasing you for any small mistake he believes should be (loudly) called out for or simply trying to mess up your way of doing things.

You don’t even want to count how many times he’s criticized the way your hero outfit currently looks on you. And no, you’re not getting insecure, but rather more… cautious.

There’s a reason why the uniform seems a bit odd around your crotch, but he doesn’t need to know that, not here, not now. Maybe until you both get home-

You trip, almost falling flat on your face if it weren’t for your boyfriend quickly grabbing you, pulling you up to your feet as he looks at you with panic before it quickly dissipates to his stupid mockery.

“See? You cannot do anything right, not without me at least. You, my dear, cannot live without me yet you still ignored me. This is what I mean when you should listen to me. Anyone would truly be grateful for having me, Phantom Thief, as their beloved lover.”

That’s it. You usually can take so much of his weird comments, but right now he’s pulling anything out of his ass at this point. (Soon you’ll see what actually comes out.)

You don’t answer, just look around to make sure no one is watching as you grab him by his stupid tie, dragging him to the nearest alleyway you remember passing by, glad it’s still pretty empty and dark enough to hide your bodies in the shadows.

He isn’t even struggling, just letting you walk him as if he’s a dog, quietly following you. If you were to turn around, you’d see the way his eyes are wide yet full of lust, his pupils dilated as he mentally cheers, thanking the gods for listening to his horny prayers of being sucked in an alleyway.

Do you know how hard it was for him to not jump you and beg you to help him? All because of how sexy you look in your hero outfit, how the small fixes and modifications bring out more of your body, the body he loves, yearns, desires, every day and night. Hopefully you don’t find his surprise before he can debut it once you guys are back home. (But unintentionally came prepared.)

He’s a complete fool for you, but you can’t know that, or else it’ll be the end of-

“Monoma Neito. You have 5 seconds to tell me why the fuck you’re being a piece of shit tonight.”

He didn’t realize his back is against a cold wall or how you’ve trapped him between your arms, the way you’re glaring at him while counting down in such a low tone, it makes his legs feel weak and threaten to buckle..

“Horny.” He barely whispers, crazed eyes never leaving your face as he stays still, trying to control his breathing and heartbeat as you scan him from head to toe, eyes finally staying in place where his boner is visible, even with how poor the lighting is.

You grin, but not your usual friendly grin or familiar flirty grin, but the ‘I’m gonna fuck you till you die’ kind of grin.

And Monoma’s both terrified yet super, duper much more hornier than before. But, with what are you going to fuck him with?

In a flash, he’s suddenly turned around, his clothed-covered chest pressing against the wall as he feels your hands make quick work on his belt, on his pants, pulling them down to rest on his thighs. He hisses and shivers when the cold air hits every exposed part of him, yet makes his dick twitch in interest.

You also free your bottom half to finally let out the strap on you’ve luckily managed to hide until now, searching your pockets for the small tube of lube you brought with you, just in case.

But when you spread his butt cheeks, you gasp in surprise with the butt plug he’s wearing, going to grab the toy as you slowly pull it out in disbelief.

Did he know?

“I-I want you to know you’re not the, um, only one to be prepared for what they want.” Monoma speaks, but in such a soft tone that it has you wondering if he’s the same person who had pestered you since the beginning of the patrol, the same boyfriend you love who has a talent for being loved and hated simultaneously by various people.

But at least he didn’t know. He simply decided to take this extra mile.

Cute. No wonder he’s such a good boy for mommy… sometimes.

“Then I guess I shouldn’t prepare you, right?”

You don’t wait for his response, not when you dispose of the toy away from you both, and you make quick work to lube up your silicone cock.

Monoma doesn’t get to ask you about the wet sounds behind him, or ask where you threw his butt plug before you’re entering him. You felt how his body jolted, his back arching enough to push his ass back more towards you.

You land a smack against the smooth skin, listening how the impact echoes in the empty alleyway and the way he whimpers in pain.

“You’re such a slut for mommy, aren’t you Monoma?”

“Yes!”

No hesitation.

Monoma usually sounds hesitant whenever you two do something new, as if he evaluates the pros and cons from anything and everything, figuring out if he’ll come out benefitted or you.

But he sounds desperate, shameless. He sounds like he’s ready to cry.

New, but not too surprising. When he wants to, he’ll always be a good boy for his mommy.

“Want to tell mommy again why you were being a little bitch tonight?”

Never mind, his hesitation came back, his mouth pressed shut as you peek at him, trying to catch a glimpse at his periwinkle eyes, wondering what’s taking him so long to answer. He answered you so easily, so quickly a few minutes ago.

You hear a soft mumble, see his lips move but no sound gets to your ears. So you spank him once more, hearing his cute squeak and the way he fucks back.

“Louder.”

“I wanted mommy to fuck me! Fuck me until I can’t walk! Fuck me until I’m just your stupid little hole! Please? I’ll-I’ll be good now, I promise!”

If anyone were to ask you just how stupid Monoma gets when he’s completely horny and turned on, this is a prime example. His usual eloquent vocabulary? Gone. It doesn’t exist once mommy’s pleasing him.

But he’s also promising about being good? Let’s see how good he’ll be then.

No more words are exchanged, just the soft desperate pants of the pretty blond and some small airy whines that leave his mouth in anticipation for what you’ll do next.

You don’t even start slow, you go absolutely feral.

He barely gets to inhale one last deep breath until you’re fucking that out of his lungs, his head turning to look back at you as best he could as his body begins hitting the wall in front of him, his clothes rubbing against the roughness of the bricked exterior of the unknown building. He lifts head enough to not get itself hit against the wall and his hands are clawing at the bricks desperately, trying to find leverage to hold on tightly, his brain struggling to catch up with how vicious yet delicious you’re fucking him.

When he does remember he’s a human who can speak words, he cries out “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” in such high pitches, it sounds like he’s singing, probably trying to continue seducing you into such a horny haze. His pent-up sexual frustration must have been infectious, with how you find yourself being merciless with him and his ass, your hips slamming into the back of his in such a brutal pace you wonder if the skin will bruise, if he’ll be able to sit or walk properly.

Probably not, but that’s the point, isn’t it?

Your baby boy wanted you to fuck the living shit out of him, so that’s what you’ll do, it’s what you’re best at doing.

Fuck the annoyance out of him so that when you guys get home, he passes out.

You momentarily forget you guys are very much still in public and even if it’s night, civilians are very much still awake and walking, either going back home or going to work, maybe hang out with their friends or find themselves a sub to fuck.

Monoma doesn’t even warn you that he’s cumming, not even his loud, prolonged whine of your name gets your attention. But with how he’s spasming around your toy, how his hips are twitching quickly in between your hands, his eyes that never left from looking at you crossing…

Yeah, since you missed that orgasm and you’re not in the mood to exactly punish him, why not fuck him some more until he can’t remember his name and only yours?

You briefly pause, the tip of the toy the only thing still inside of him as one of your hands rubs circles on his lower back and the other remains on his hip.

Through the panting, Monoma lets out a whine, one that sounds almost disappointed. Probably because he came far quicker than what either of you two expected, or because it feels like you’re pulling out already and calling it a night.

No words are exchanged as you watch him catch his breath for a bit more, memorizing how rosy his cheeks and nose look, how the blush looks like it’s on his neck while his white pupils are fully dilated, oozing his adoration for you.

When you hear him suck in a breath, whether he’s preparing a sentence or to finish pulling himself off the toy, you slam back into him, grinning like a maniac upon feeling how his whole body jumped, going back into action and having blood pump everywhere in him, mostly towards his reawakening dick.

And you slam, slam, slam, slamming into him at such a steady pace, making sure to roll your hips the way you know will make him start squealing in such a girly tone, or like a dirty pig he sometimes becomes.

And once you feel him begin to push back on you and one of his hands leave the wall, you lean forward, pushing his body more up on the wall. He’s bent too much, it’s obvious you’re fucking him doggy style. What if people decide to go through this alley?

He obeys but whines in complaint, not wanting you to stop your ministrations as he pulls himself together, standing up as much as he could as to leave his lower back still bent for you.

“Keep your hands on the wall or else I’ll leave you here like this.”

He loves it when you speak to him in such a low voice, in such a way that you know makes him want to suck your cock for days until his jaw hurts. He puts his hands back on the wall, both placed where his face is at, acting as support as he rests his forehead there. His neck hurts a bit from how long he’s been straining to look at you.

You go back to fucking him, going back to what you were doing, moaning his name repeatedly to keep riling him up, arouse him and make him start begging for you to go faster, harder, deeper, make him dirty.

And he does with loud wails, ones that have you freezing and stopping all together, slapping a hand on his mouth and whispering how he should quiet down, unless he wants to be whored to other people.

“Be mommy’s good boy and keep quiet. Unless you want someone else’s cock.”

“No! No muh-mommy! Only y-yours~ Please!” He moans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he impatiently grinds against you, feeling how sticky his thighs are getting with sweat and some of his cum and precum, somehow.

“Mommy, fuck me more, please!” He whimpers so cutely, so pathetically, so melodically you’re sure he somehow copied someone’s siren quirk, because your head feels dizzy, your heart is beating erratically and your hips sync with the pulse, forgetting about being consistent with speed, with roughness, with how deep you reach inside of him.

Fucking him silly until he’s trying his best to muffle his screams and cries into the back of his hands pressed on the wall, his fingers trying so hard to find solace on them, to grasp the reality of him being defiled in an empty, dirty alleyway, pressed so ruthlessly against a wall he doesn’t know how exactly dirty it could be.

Monoma’s hiccuping your name until you spank him, growling softly how that’s not who you are, making him wail out “Mommy! Cumming!” in such an erotic way, you wonder if you’re fucking your boyfriend or a girl with how he’s managed to reach such an incredible pitch.

You keep going, and even when he’s done cumming, you don’t stop impaling him, and a hand goes to wrap itself around his dick, trying your best to match this chaotic fucking, hearing how he’s struggling to breath, to comprehend this painful yet electrifying pleasure.

His toes are curling in his shoes, his knees don’t stop buckling, his hips never stop trying to meet with yours, the burn of overstimulation flowing through his veins yet motivating his dick to keep going, to keep obeying, to not disappoint mommy.

Monoma’s speaking gibberish, babbling whatever nonsense and begging he could think of or come to make up, the tips of his fingers turning white with how hard they’re pressing against the bricks as he tries to not fall. He’s not sure how or why he’d fall, but with how you’re touching him, squeezing him, stroking him, playing with him, he’s ready to give into the inquiry of whether being a househusband would have you fucking him like this everyday.

It’s a weird thought, one he’s never had before, one that’s still early to even care about-

Oh my god you’re abusing his prostate!

He’s seeing stars, planets, flashing strobe lights and envisioning his uproaring third orgasm, mouth hung open stupidly as whiny sobs and strangled cries escape him, trying his best to keep quiet like you said but he can’t!

“Feels s’ good!” He slurs, once again turning his head to look at you, eyes completely wet as tears fall in graceful droplets, hair messed up and drool staining a bit of his chin.

And just as you were going to respond, you heard footsteps.

You both freeze: you’re halfway out of him while Monoma’s struggling to not let his coughing fit be heard, having swallowed his saliva far too quickly with the scare.

The sounds stop, but now you both can hear a female voice.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

Monoma whimpers, embarrassed.

So this is how he’ll get caught and shamed.

This is the end of his career.

But you’re not having it, not with how his dick has stopped twitching and is starting to soften.

You’re not done yet, and neither is he.

“Answer, Monoma.” You harshly whisper, wiping your thumb over his hypersensitive tip, making him hiccup loudly before composing himself as best he could.

“Y-yes? It-It is I, Phantom Thief- ooh~”

Another voice pitches in.

“Phantom Thief? The Phantom Thief?!”

“Y-Yes!” Monoma squeaks out, trying to cover up his gasp as you begin to slowly fuck him, making sure to keep hitting him straight to the prostate, amused how he’s gripping his jaw, muffling his hiccups while frantically shaking his head, begging you with his eyes to no, no, please!

The two bystanders gasp, seemingly walking more towards where you and Monoma are, making you press him more into the wall, hoping the angle you’re both in and the small hiding spot is enough to keep you hidden.

“We’re huge fans of yours! But, um, are you alright? We heard someone crying.”

“Fuck!” Monoma whimpers, struggling to keep his breathing in check as you continue to move, even rolling your palm all over his tip, your other hand going to pull at one of his nipples.

“What was that?”

“N-nothing! I’m fin- ugh~”

“You… sure?”

“YES!”

Monoma yells, back arching as his head touches your shoulder, eyes rolling up this head as he’s torn between pushing back or bucking forwards, feeling his body submerged in such an intense heat, in such shame, in such pathetic desperation to cum, he’s begging you in quick hushed moans to please, pretty please, make him cum, he wants to cum, needs to cum again.

“And your fans?” You whisper teasingly, feeling how he shivers with how close your breath is near his ear.

“Fu-uck my fans-”

“Now now, that’s something you never said before. Did I fuck Monoma Neito out of you?”

And you go back with the brutal pace, not caring if the other two bystanders can hear what’s going on, not caring if they come out traumatized or probably aroused with how obvious it is that their dear Phantom Thief is getting fucked in a shady place, in a nasty place, yet he’s silently wailing and convulsing with everything you’re giving him.

Your hand soon enough gets sticky with what little cum his poor, weak body produced, his hole clenching tightly around your strap-on while his hands fly back to grasp any part of you that he could reach, which ended up being your head.

The bystanders speak again while Monoma’s busy wheezing his gratitude.

“Are you sure you’re alright? We could call the police-”

“I’m alright! ‘m fine~” He managed to sing-song, but if you heard a bit of his whimper seep from the last word, you don’t say anything, simply slow down your stroking before pausing.

You hear their footsteps slowly go back towards where they probably came from, making Monoma let out shaky exhales of relief and satisfaction, small giggles slipping from time to time as you kiss his neck, his cheek, his jawline.

And once you are certain you’re both alone again, you slowly pull out of him, helping him to turn around so that his back presses against the wall.

Until he grimaces.

“My essence is, from my deduction, splattered on this disgusting wall.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you point down to where his pants are, laughing harder when you see how his grimace turns into a face of disgust, horror, shame, surprise, arousal- wait what?

You don’t question the last one, simply letting out the last of your giggles while you search for the disinfectant wipes you tend to carry with you in your utility belt. And once they’ve been found, you make him lick your cum-covered hand first before properly passing a wipe. You hand Monoma one so that he cleans his face if needed, disinfect his hands, his thighs, anywhere he thought he needed to clean.

No, that's a lie. You took care of his thighs and pelvis, trying your best to clean the spots where his cum reached his pants before peppering a few gentle kisses around his exposed skin.

Pulling his briefs and pants up, buttoning, zipping, fasting his belts. You let out a happy sigh, fixing his hair and tie.

You then fix yourself.

“Who’s mommy’s good boy, Monoma?”

He somehow managed to chirp. “I am, mommy.”

“Then, you’ll stop being a bitch tonight, right? Mommy made sure to fuck it out of you.”

“Oh, um,” aw, he’s blushing. “I suppose…”

When you both walk away from the much-more defiled wall, you hold back an amused snort with how Monoma seems too unstable with his feet, how his legs seem to shake with every step he tries to take and how frustrated he looks with how uncooperative his body is.

You decide that chilling and cuddling in that corner wouldn’t be so bad, and considering how your shift ended minutes ago, you doubt either you or Monoma will get into trouble.

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Magical

PAIRING : Fred Weasley X Y/N

SUMMARY : After war, Fred trying to make things back to normal again

WARNINGS : none? shitty fluff

WORDS : 1.6k

A/N: i reposted this cos something went wrong lmao.

Im not sure why i really like the whole idea of Fred X Muggleborn!Reader lmao. i know its autumn in most places, but its been super duper hot here lately. Also this might not be 100% accurate of how things supposed to go, but i just got an idea after watching what not to do at the beach. so I hope you enjoy anyways.

AND THANKYOU FOR THE LOVE ON MY LAST FIC OMGGG. Yes ill upload the 2nd part soooooonn!! so don’t you worry~

“Lets go lets go!!” Fred said clapping his hands, signing you to move faster.

“yeah yeah” you mumbled.

It was a month after the war yet everything didn’t seem to falls back to normal. The fact that you almost lose Fred in the battle haunted you. Even though he was still standing in front of you now, present and healthy. Still you couldn’t seem shake off the image of him dying in front of you. At the time everyone was so sure there’s nothing they can do to wake him up.

“I didn’t know you’d be this sad to see me dying Y/N” He managed to let out a laugh.

Fred insisted you both to go to the beach today. You’ve told him once that going to the beach with your family and friends was probably you favourite memory of growing up. Before everything, before Fred, before Hogwarts, before Magic. So he thought itd be fun to relive your memory with you, no wand, no spell, no magic, just the two of you.

“are you sure you wanna do this? I thought you don’t like muggles activities” you asked him swirling around your wand in front of his face.

He grabbed your wand and put it away from you “Yes of course no magic, beach day! Now move your feet before I carry you into the car myself”

“I can’t believe you actually rent a car” you looked at him in disbelief.

“Well I want it to be perfect for you” he laughed under his breath. “Look at this” He pressed a button and suddenly the roof of the car starting to fold. “Just like magic!” He grinned, causing you to laugh.

“oh what did I do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend” you leaned on to the driving seat to give him a kiss on his cheek.

“I honestly don’t know Y/N” He moved one of his hand onto your waist “But I know how you could reward me without any magic involved” He squeeze your bum lightly.

“Focus on the road, Weasley” you rolled your eyes smiling, Slapping his hand away as moving back to your position. His laughter filling the car

** Fred had taken you to a pretty cool beach. quite crowded too He found a spot and lay some towel so you can sit down.

You both lay down on your towel. Watching the clouds moving, enjoying each other arms. when suddenly someone dis-sand his towel right beside Fred and walk away.

You both sat up immediately, coughing.

“what the hell is that?” you said, with an annoyed tone, looking over to Fred. Wondering why he hadn’t say anything.

You saw Fred rubbing his eye. “you okay?” you raised an eyebrow. Confused

“uhh.. i think there’s sand in my eye” he said still rubbing his eye.

You grabbed his hand. Stopping him from rubbing his eye. “don’t rub it..” you said soothingly. “open your eyes”

he tried to open his eyes, failing. “what do you mean? I cant do it!”

“hey.. calm down” you giggled. You put your fingers between his eye, and open his eyes. You keep your fingers there to stop his eyes from blinking. you blow air in front of his eyes. Hopefully can remove sand from his eyes. “now blink”

he blinked a few times. And then look up at you. He realised how close your faces were. He held your cheek in his palm. Leaning in to kiss you. His lips warm and smooth pressing against yours.

You just smile against the lips, enjoying the moment. Until you heard a loud smack coming from Fred’s direction, causing you to pull away from him. A volley ball hit Freds head.

“sorry mate!” some guy shouted behind him. and running towards you both to pick up the ball.

“yeah no worries” he managed to force a laugh. You dropped your head to the side. Looking at his annoyed face.

“you okay Fred?” you asked him. resting your hand on his head.

“yep.. umm.. lets go for a walk”

Fred grabbed your hand, dragging you with him as he ran towards the bridge. He sat on the bridge and patted the space beside him, signalling you to sit beside him. “come on!” he smiled widely.

“Do you want ice cream?” Fred broke the silence.

“sounds great” you said as you want to get up. But he stopped you.

“wait here I’m going to guess your favourite” He scrambles to his feet and kiss your nose before walking away.

As you watched the clouds moved, you can hear the waves and some kids running around. Looking all around you, remembering the reason why you like going to the beach so much. The salty air, the sun and now you’re with the man you love the most. It couldn’t be more perfect than this.

Suddenly Fred appeared beside you. Handing you your ice cream with your favourite flavour. “here you go ”

“awwww” you looked up at him and peck his lips. “thankyou..”

You were enjoying your ice cream when suddenly Fred groans. You looked up at him and follow his eyes direction, you saw some boys running away laughing. You looked back at him. now he’s touching his head. “dumb kids” He muttered

“Oh god!” you said in shock as soon after you pulled his hand away from his head. His hair covered with ice cream. then suddenly bursted out laughing.

Fred groaned again “you think its funny?” he narrowed his eyes at you. Fred’s hair, he always sensitive with his hair.

“sorry..” you grinned. You reached your handbag and took your wet tissue. “I don’t know that your mouth moved on to your hair” you giggle lightly. Start wiping the ice cream off his head.

“It’s those lil git” he clenched his teeth.

You giggled lightly, its funny how frustrating this day has been for him. “what do you want now? Go home?” you smiled at him.

“yeah..” then he instantly added “sorry” he bitted his bottom lip.

“Its okay, Let’s go home” you grabbed his hand and ran towards the car.

“my hair, it’s so sticky” Fred said once you got inside the car.

you smiled “its cute though, smells like ice cream.”

“it is not..” He said as he started the car

“whatever” you stuck your arms out the open window, holding it straight like the wing of a plane. But then suddenly you felt a cold flickers of water land on your face making you yelp in surprise at first and then groan loudly.

“Rain?” Fred questioned, painful annoyance in his tone.

You both turned your heads up to face the sky and suddenly the droplets are falling down faster and faster, making you flinch every time it hits you. Within ten seconds, the water is hammering down.

“why it doesn’t work!!” Fred pressed the roof button rapidly. Hoping the roof would start to close itself. “Merlin!” he ran his finger through his hair.

“Hey calm down focus on the road” You replaced his hand with yours, until finally the roof closed itself.

But then suddenly the car stopped. You could see the lights on the car also went off.

“hey, we’re in the middle of the rain why the hell would you stopped?” You laughed not knowing what was happening.

“well this really a cherry on top. What a nice day” he said, sarcastically.

“wh- what happened?”

“I don’t know. Merlin, I really wished I have my wand with me” he muttered. “wait here” he said as he got out of the car.

You took out your phone. No signal what a nice day.

You got out of the car. You saw Fred was standing in front of the car. Muttering loudly. You shook your head, and ran towards him, hugged him from behind. “im so sorry Y/N I have no idea how muggle car works I don’t know how to fix this” He said as he turn himself around to face you. To his surprise you greeted him with a big grin on your face. “Why are you smiling?” he asks suspiciously, raising an eyebrow

You placed a hand on his cheek. “I was wondering… have you ever been kissed in the rain?”

Fred finally recognising the playfulness in your voice. His frown soon eases up into something less harsh-looking. “I haven’t actually,” he breathed

You closed the gap between you two, kissing him passionately. You feel the water soaking through your clothes as you’re pressed your lips on to his lips as the freezing water dripped down on you both. You grab onto his shirt, starting to shiver. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been happier. Because finally, after a whole month of anxiety, you can just focus on whats happening right now.

You finally separate lips, both catching on your breathes.

Fred strokes a stray raindrop off of your nose. “sorry, this is the worst date ever” he gave you a sheepish smile.

“I don’t think so” you pecked his lips smiling widely, he smiled back.

“are you being sarcastic with me?” he raised his eyebrow playfully.

You shook your head smiling. “For a magic-less day, it was quite magical” AAHAHA im sorry guys this was super cheesy. but.. should we make a part two where we give fred weasley the reward he deserves?

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jacepens · 3 years

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Hey, how u doing? I wanted to ask for you for indications on washette fanfics, what are the best that you have

p.s. and yes, I do want to hear as well about yours in that list as well, 'cause they're gold

Hey! I'm doing alright:) Thanks for asking! What about you? (is this the correct tumblr to anon etiquette?)

Oh goodness this is such a loaded question because the answer is many. I hope you're alright with a big list sorted by category <3

Fluff! Fluff!!

The French Mistake

One of the first washette fics I read, so it holds a special place in my heart. A little silly, a little lams, ultimately very cute and good time.

Under the Arches of Moonlight and Sky

Just very good, cute, soft weary bed sharing. (this is only wholesome, I swear)

Let's Dance

Short, sweet fic with dance instructor George and our beloved two left feet Laf:)

I Like You Better in Real Life

Did someone say Influencer/Youtuber!Laf and President!George?? No??! Well start and read this fic. Seriously, it's a longer one, and just really damn cute. A bit of slow burn in terms of internalized homophobia (done in a good way) and trans Laf?? Yes. It's really so good.

The Prince

Ok, ok, it's one of mine. The one chapter is deceiving, it's decently long and featuring Prince!Laf and Royal Knight!George!:) Also magic!! angst, fluff, denial of feelings but then of course love confessions;) after angst though, don't worry haha.

Fathoms and Foundlings

Ooooohh boy. This. This one. Mermaid Laf and regular ol George! So so so well written, I mean, the feelings, the war, the weather, literally everything you can name, it's spectacular in this fic. Be warned, it is incomplete, but I remember when the latest chapter was released when I lost all hope (plus the author is still active) so I definitely don't count this one out of being updated!:) But, I'll be honest, I'm unsure about it being finished BUT I still think you should 1000% read this because you really will not find something like it anywhere else and it's just so cute!! Did I mention fucking amazing?

Whom can we trust now?

Platonic washette!! Really well written and just altogether really well put together!:) comfort after Arnold's betrayal! Seriously, I highly recommend this fic it's just so perfect of their relationship and cuuute.

The Particulars of Language

Oh goodness. Oooh goodness. This is so so cute. A nice little blend of angst and fluff and did I mention internalized homophobia? (In a good way, if that makes sense) Also so well-written by an incredible author, I just- language confusion. Need I say more??

Marque

Ok, ok, it's been too long since I read this one, so I will say, it is very tentatively going in this category. I just love soulmate au washette! Angst! Kidnapping? ...no final chapter. So I'm not sure, it could've been planned on ending very happy and fluffy! I do believe overall, this leans on the darker side, but I know I really love this one and they love each other. I want more washette soulmate aus.

Breaks your heart, puts it back together

what's my name, what's my station

Oh God oh fuck it's this one. (said with love). Brutal? Hot? Expanding my vocabulary?? An incredibly beautiful use of metaphors??? Actually feel like crying when I read it. Yeah. This is amazing.

May the Melody Disarm Us

Oh Godd oh Fuck it's this one. (maybe I should change this section's title) this one isn't even angsty per se, it's just like...brutally beautiful. They love each so much but oh my god. The metaphors, the way the author sets the scene and environment and everything! Ugh. So so good.

Let Down My Guard

Oh dear lord in heaven above preserve me. I'm gonna be dramatic but there are simply not enough words in the universe I have that can describe how I feel about this fic and how damn incredible it is!! And boy do I mean it when I say this one breaks your heart and puts it back together. I have seriously never sobbed over any piece of fiction like I did this. Just ahhhh. The feelings they develop for each other, the confusion of cultures, the secrets revealed?? I didn't even tell you Laf is a mermaid yet. Just- please. Please read this. It will rip your heart out, but it will put it back together. But really, this is just a fucking masterpiece and so so beautiful.

Porn With Plot

that dress you like

Very nicely done smut + feels! (Did I mention how nicely it's all done?) Oh! Did I mention genderqueer Laf? Yes.

Mon General / My Marquis

Ok the only reason this is going in this category is because I find the others up there more heart-breaky than this one. I love this one!! The historical details! Their loving relationship!! Very very good and lovely. With some angst of course.

The Mistranslation

Oh God oh Fuck it's this one. (I'll be saying that a lot). Would you like all these categories put into one beautiful fic?? Here it is, here. It's incredible. Please read it. It's free serotonin. (Did I mention incredibly written??)

The Things I Would Do to You

Ahhh ok. So. Super duper sweet, lots of angst sprinkled throughout but Laf's visit to Mount Vernon + feels + (smut). Need I say more??! Seriously, this is wonderful.

Not So Easy to be the Teacher's Pet

Oh. Oh god it's this one. So this is borderline Oof (Laf is 17) but if that does not bother you, then you are in for a treat!(??) Ok but really, lots of feels, denial of feelings, way-too-sweet-for-his-own-good Lafayette and poor confused George. Just fantastic.

Devil to Pay

Hoooo boy. If you like pirates or sea adventures, (hot pirate captains. I'm just gonna say it) then I'm literally begging you to read this. Kidnapped noble Laf?? Slowly falling for the pirate captain Washington?? Not to mention so many maritime details and wonderful emotions, beautifully crafted just. Spectacular. Please, read it if you haven't. Even if pirates don't appeal to you, they will after this fic.

A secret weapon

Ahhhh!!! Thiiiiiis. Is everything. Ok, yes, it includes more than washette, but I mean come on, it's (sexy) demons. It's desperate Washington trying to win a war and fight his gay feelings (guess which fight he wins?) But also, super well written and detailed and feels!! I adore this fic, and the whole series is a treat. Go read it. It's wonderful, you won't regret it.

Oof (not in a good way)

The Sweet Enjoyment of Partaking

If the not-so-sweet side intrigues you more, this is one of the few washette fics that I do love and is...not so nice. It's really good as a not nice piece! Pretty straightforward and fucked up. Ya (I) love to see it.

Transmutation

Oooohhhhhh. This is a fic I didn't read for a while just because I didn't know what it was but boy let me tell you, it is soo good. I'll say it's not as oof as the fic above, but oooh maaaannnnn. I don't know how to describe it just, don't expect sweet things, but if darker takes are your thing please go read this. You will not regret it. It's so damn good.

Day One Way, By Night Another

Ok ok here me out. This one might seem a bit random and it is. It's very short and for the longest time I didn't read it until I did and said ow because ow!!? I find this has the most impact going in unarmed so...watch out. (but like check it out. it's just so unique I really do love it)

Once More, With Feeling

Oh GOD. This one is quite brief and straightforward but if you are looking to rip your heart out with feels and angst then boy do I have the perfect fic for you. But seriously, it's so well-written and just expresses all the feelings so so perfectly. But at what cost? (Pls read it)

A Beautiful Tragedy

Hello darkness my old friend. Ok but seriously, this fic still remains so impactful in my own mind just as the writer. It's not a happy ending, but I try to leave you with hope. Pretty music that I highly recommend listening to, I don't know. I think it's really good, I don't say that often about my own stuff soo if you're ok with heavy amounts of angst and pretty aesthetics then check this ok!:) (but guard your heart, sorry not sorry<3)

Porn Without Plot

Betrayals and Allies

So, admittedly, this one very tentatively goes into this category because I find compared to the others, this one has less feels and less focus on it, but don't get me wrong this is very emotional!! It displays their relationship and love so cutely (and smutily..? new word) and as extra bonus it fills in the gaps of the deleted scene from Turn. You know the one;) It's very good!!

Cold Nights

Look at me adding another of my own. This is super duper short, but I kinda like how the emotions turned out. I think this was the beginning of my first dive into my current style of writing so that's cool I guess? But yeah no, it's porn without plot lol.

What Good is Honor When You're Starving?

Oh dear, another of mine in this category. I barely put this here, but the main focus is on the smut, but there are many many feels aplenty. Oh wait, did I mention vampire Laf? George definitely not falling in love... but really, I like how this one turned out!:) Good sexy vampire times (with feelings)

Ah wow! You stuck with me! Thank you! I...tried to keep it brief. This is not an exhaustive list by any means btw, there were a few (many) I decided to cut because I wanted this list to be all encompassing of many authors, styles, etc.

But anon, thank you for the ask and giving me the chance to rant about my favorite fics! My apologies on taking so long to finish, I hope you can understand my life has been a little hectic, but I always try to make time for washette;)

Thank you!!<3

#asks #anon #washette #tal's recommedations #fic recommendation

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derpyslurpy-da-derp-master · 3 years

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KH OC Week Day 1

@khoc-week

Welp, this took a hot minute to do but hey it’s on time! ....Kinda! Anyways, I’ve done this week for two out of the three in my Union X trio with Chase and Kor, so I figured I’d finally give Anya some love! And I also decided to keep up with the whole ‘the characters record memoirs’ thing alongside the other little things about this dealio like their Chirithy’s having different clothes and names, the medals being physical things, ect... Also the sketch is of Anya and Kor having an arm wrestle with his Chirithy, Cheer, asking what he’s doing and Kor replying ‘MY BEST’ because he is trying his best but he’s a lil noodle armed man. Uhhh, spoilers for the entire premise of Backcover ahead I guess?

Anyways, enjoy!

Character Reference, Strength, and...

“Scout, let me hold it, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” A voice chides from off camera, the screen somewhat cracked as the recording plays. It’s the only sound in this place, a cold comfort.

“...Okay...” Came the soft reply, and sure enough the Camera was set back down only to be picked up again, revealing the owner of the voice. A girl with reddish hair, dressed in what was, for all intents and purposes, almost like street wear. She glances down at the device with her violet eyes, quietly taking note of something about the device before looking into the camera itself. It’s light outside, said light streaming through the windows and catching on the metal sheen of her choker and casts everything in a warm glow.

“Thank you, Scout. Okay, so, you probably are confused about what any of this this and got no idea who I am, so might as well clear that up. My name is Anya, I am a Keyblade wielder from the union of Master Ava, Vulpeus. And before you ask, yes, I know it’s spelled wrong on my shirt, not my fault the tailor can’t spell.” She shuffles a bit, getting a bit of a glare at the end but shaking it off quickly.

“As for what I mean by that, well... Master Ava says that our world is doomed. As much as I don’t want to believe her, I kinda got to, not because she’s my Union Leader but because I’ve spoken with her a couple times and there’s not a deceitful bone in her body. So, in preparation for that, I’ve started to record logs, I guess? I told my friends to as well, so be on a look out for those. I figure that hey, if the world’s gonna end, might as well make sure something survives, right?” Anya’s expression turns a bit sad, melancholic... And guilty?

“Is it recording?” Came a much higher voice from out of frame. Anya just chuckled a bit and reached down, scooping a small cat creature wearing a scarf into her arm.

“It is, also, meet Scout, my Chirithy, they’re here too. Say hi Scout!”

“Oh, uh, hi? Nice to uh, meet you?” Scout’s ears drooped, not seeming too comfy with being on camera.

“...Uhhh... Gosh, what should I say? Not like I can explain our entire world in a video...” Anya sighed a bit, looking down in thought.

“Maybe tell whoever finds this about yourself?” Scout suggested, curling up more into their owner.

“...About myself... Hm... Well uh, I’m in the Vulpeus Union, I live in Daybreak Town with my friends Chase and Kor, I’m a Keyblade Wielder... Uhhh...” Anya propped the camera up, looking a bit lost on what to say.

“She’s kinda stubborn, a little boneheaded at times but she means well. She’s super duper strong and Kingdom Hearts help you if you make her mad.” Giggled a voice from off camera.

“W- CHASE! How long have you been there?!” Anya sat up quickly, nearly making her device and Scout tumble to the ground.

“Uhhh, the whole time? That’s what you get for recording outside. Now c’mon, we got a mission, you’re late.” Chase moved into the precariously balancing frame, tugging Anya to her feet in spite of her pouting and grumpy protest at being called stubborn but not being able to do much without proving him right.

“Welp, I guess this is where I gotta stop for now. I’ll record more of these, so don’t get too bored alright?”

End of Transmission.

#khocweek2021 #Kingdom Hearts OC Week #Kingdom Hearts Union X #Daybreak Town Trio #Original #Original Oneshot

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Ello again !!!!!!! I'm so glad you're back! Can I request the main 6 with an mc that's always cold? Okay thank you so much for existing you wonderful human, you're doing gods work !!!! 💛🌻👏

Thanks for requesting! As some one who’s always cold, I appreciate this request 🤪

Main six with an mc that’s always cold

Asra

Asra doesn’t really run hot or cold. He’s room temperature, (but he probably runs a little on the warmer side.) but that doesn’t mean he’s never been cold before, and trust me he has the perfect remedies, if ya know what I mean.

Blankets. Blankets everywhere. All over the shop, the little get away in nopal, hell Muriel even starts to keep some extra ones in his hut for when the two of you visit. Not only are blankets a great way to keep you warm, they’re also great for making pillow forts.

What better way of warming up than cuddling in bed for hours on end talking and braiding each others hair. Also, don’t forget that your partner is a magician. He can warm up his hands and run them up and down your back as a way to warm you up. And....for other things as well...

Nadia

Like asra I think Nadia lands on the room temperature spot of the spectrum, but unlike asra, I can see her running a little on the colder side. So she understands how you must feel, but to a little extent, but she’s going to try her hardest to make you feel all nice and warm

She’ll have nice cozy clothes tailored to your size that may or may not be made with magick thread that will help keep you warm, even during the coldest winter. She also makes sure that a fire place is lit, when ever your going to be in a room for a long time.

Other than that she makes sure she has cozier blankets, pillows sheets, cozier anything to keep you warm. And if any one dare touch a fire place that she had lit just for you....she’ll give the, a warning of course. But if it happens multiple times? They might just loose their job.

Julian

He runs cold. You cannot look me in the eye and tell me he runs warm. He wears a black (leather) ensemble in the middle of summer. In vesuvia. And some how didn’t manage to die of a heat stroke. You can not tell me Julians hands feel deathly cold.

As some one who runs cold, Julian understands. The only difference is, Julian doesn’t really give two shits about himself, he’s more worried about you, and if your doing okay, and if your warm, or too warm, or too cold, or not warm enough, please take care of him too,

He has a whole lot a nasty tonics that supposedly make him heat up, but I wouldn’t take them if I were you. For your safety. He’ll invest in more blankets, and he’ll help you pick out clothes that warm you up that you look cute in as well, but granted Julian thinks you look good in anything- and you can help him warm up by making your hands feel warmer and rubbing them on his back or chest.

Portia

She runs hot. Not as hot as Muriel, but still hot. (Which makes sense because Portia is pretty hot herself. Ahaha) She can kind of understand how you feel. I mean she understands how uncomfortable it feels to be hot and sweaty all day, especially when your job causes you to run around a lot, so she can only guess that you must feel a similar way.

There are definitely going to be little tiny fights that break out because of this. Nothing too bad, just fights about putting out the fire place, or closing a window, or hogging the blanket, because yes. Even though Portia runs hot, she’s still a blanket hog.

She’ll knit you warm fuzzy socks so your feet can stay warm, and some sweaters too. And she’s working on crocheting a fuzzy blanket for you, for when winter comes around, so you can keep warm and think of her at the same time.

Muriel

He runs hot. Like hot hot. Like super duper duper hot. He has absolutely no clue. He doesn’t know how you feel not one bit. I mean yeah sure he’s always ran hot, but he’s never really noticed it until you bring it up. Even then it’s hasn’t gotten In the way before so why would it get in the way now?

But he’s worried about you. He doesnt like to see you cold and shivering. He wants you to feel warm. And he’s going to do everything he can to make you feel warm. While teasing for always being cold along the way.

His hut is suddenly filled to the brim with blankets, home sewn sweaters and socks, the fire place is almost always on, only if you let him leave a window or the door open, so it doesn’t get too hot, and being that Muriel runs hot, he’s the perfect cuddle buddie.

Lucio

Lucio runs warm. Not too hot, not too cold, not room temperature. Juuuuust right. My justification? Lucio doesn’t seem like the type to run hot, but he also grew up faaaaar south, so he has to atleast run warm, to be able to survive.

He has no clue on what to do, how you feel, anything. All he knows is that your always cold, and shivering, and he wants to make sure your niceeee and warm, because trust me he grew up in cold weather. It wasn’t fun.

He’ll hold you all day long. Meetings, events, speeches, if he knows you’ll be cold, leave that sweater at home, he’ll wrap his arms around you, your back to his chest, and he’ll rub his hands up and down your arms to make them feel niiiccceee and warm.

Thx for reading, I’m really tired but I’m trying to lower my request so I wrote two today 🤪 you can also find my master list here

Next headcanon: main six taking care of a pregnant Mc

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renaerys · 4 years

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PPG One-Shot: Under the Stars (Brick/Blossom)

Written for the inaugural challenge prompt on PPG Challenge Hub on AO3 for the prompt “things you said under the stars,” hosted by @kiebs, @carriedreamerx, and me. Also functions as a Part 3 to the Shooketh, Not Stirred series. You can read Part 1 and Part 2 here on Tumblr or on my AO3.

Summary: In which Blossom decides she is definitely girlfriend material, and so does everybody else.

***We are welcoming more submissions for this prompt for the month of July! If you want to participate, please check out the PPG Challenge Hub collection on AO3.***

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Nothing short of witchcraft could have held Buttercup’s 1997 Ford F-Series pickup truck together as it ambled over rocky switchbacks and through dense, Redwood forest to the Vista Lakes campgrounds for the Townsville High Junior and Senior classes’ biannual end-of-semester party. Blossom kept a stranglehold on the passenger door and hissed her displeasure over every dip that lurched the old truck too close to the edge of the road. The drop to the bottom of the mountain was a good thousand feet, a death knell for the Normies riding along with them.

Mitch and Harry, however, did not seem to mind as much.

“Oh shit!” Mitch whooped when Buttercup went over a particularly deep crag in the road and rocked the whole truck.

“Buttercup, please slow down,” Blossom pleaded.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” Mitch said through the sliding window that opened up onto the truck bed, where he and Harry rode with the sleeping bags, food, and extra blankets.

Harry laughed. “We’re cool Blossom, don’t worry.”

“Yeah Blossom, don’t worry,” Buttercup drawled. “Besides, it’s not like a fall from this height would kill us.”

“I’m sure Mitch and Harry feel super reassured to hear you say that,” Blossom said snidely.

“Super duper!” Mitch said. He flashed the rearview mirror a sign of the horns and winked.

Blossom forced herself to ignore his goading and kept her eyes firmly on the road ahead just in case. “I should never have agreed to this.”

“Well, tough shit, Leader Girl. You could’ve gotten a ride with Bubbles earlier if you’d left your Winter Break homework until the last day like everybody else, but noooooooo.”

“Not everybody waits until the last minute to get the homework done, for your information.”

“They totally do.”

“They totally don’t.”

“Do.”

“Don’t—ugh, no, I’m not arguing like this with you.”

Buttercup smirked like she’d won the argument (she definitely did not). “Whatever. We’re basically here and no one’s fallen to their death yet, so you can chill.”

The road emptied out onto a clearing overlooking the side of the mountain. Three deep, blue lakes sat still and tranquil, each surrounded by clusters of gnarled Redwoods and camp sites. A lot of people were already here considering the late hour, and a few campfires blazed bright along the shorelines. The gloaming crept over the horizon, casting the valley below in shadow and the skies in dusky, bleeding streaks of red like spilled wine. High above, blues deepened to blacks, but it was still early for stars.

Buttercup parked off the main campsite and the boys began unloading the truck bed. When they struggled with a cooler crammed full of ice, Blossom lifted it effortlessly and floated it over to join others that had already been packed with cheap beer and grill meat.

“Eyyyy there she is!” Boomer opened his arms and pulled Blossom into his letter jacket for a big hug. “I’m glad you decided to come.”

Blossom returned his hug with a smile. “Me too.”

“I told you she would,” said Bubbles, and she nudged Butch who was busy putting away a plate piled high with four hamburgers. He took one look at Blossom and grinned.

“Hey, Highness,” Butch drawled.

Blossom shot him a withering look. “Hi, Butch.” Ever since she’d beaten him in a not-so-friendly spar while Buttercup was out of commission, he’d mellowed out and taken to nicknaming and weirdly friendly ribbing.

“Comin’ down from that pretty throne to hang with the cool kids, huh?”

He stuffed an entire burger in his mouth, while Blossom threw up a little in hers.

“Shut up, Butch. You sound like a creepy old man.” Buttercup arrived carrying two twenty-four packs of beer that she dropped in Butch’s lap. He caught them with a grunt, and Bubbles caught his plate of uneaten burgers.

“Bitch, you love every glistening inch of this.” Butch stood up shouldering the enormous beer crates like they weighed nothing, because they did.

“I love cold beer, so move your glistening ass.” Buttercup snatched one of his uneaten burgers and stuffed it in her mouth.

Somehow, Buttercup got Butch up and helping, and when Mitch and Harry joined them, it was short work to unload everything from Buttercup’s truck. Blossom rolled out her sleeping bag on the grass amidst all the others, but no one would be sleeping tonight. It was merely a courtesy for the too high or the too passed out.

Around the campsite, Juniors and Seniors lounged with beers and blunts, enjoying their last night together before Winter Break. Among them, Wes had his arm around Kim as he flipped hot dogs on a standing grill and chatted up Mike and Robin. Blossom watched them a moment, debating whether to interrupt the conversation to say hi.

Bubbles slipped her arm around Blossom’s waist and squeezed affectionately. “You look a little lost.”

“No, just hanging out, you know.” She returned the half embrace, and they stood there a moment enjoying the cool night air.

“Hey, Blossom! You wanna sit with us?” Harry called. He and a few others had set up some lawn chairs by the shore and were passing beers.

Bubbles giggled. “You know he likes you,” she said.

“What—He does?!” Blossom sputtered.

“For sure. And, you know, since you’re totally not with anybody else, you could have some fun talking to him.”

“You mean, flirt with him.”

Bubbles was as innocent as a lamb. “I mean, be nice to him. That could be fun, right?”

Blossom had nothing to say to that. She was not, in fact, “with” anybody else. And she had every right to talk to whomever of her friends she wanted, so technically Bubbles had a point, but…

Blossom searched the faces gathered. In the encroaching darkness, it was getting harder to pick out profiles and bright colors to see who was here and who hadn’t yet arrived. “I don’t know.”

But Bubbles was already dragging her over to Harry’s circle and waving back to him. Seated in between Harry on one side and Kim on the other, Blossom was handed a burger and a beer and encouraged to participate in the conversation.

“My folks’re taking me to our cabin in Tahoe to go skiing over the break,” Harry was saying.

“That sounds fun,” Blossom said.

He shrugged. “Yeah, sure, if you count me eating snow every five feet when I can’t stop falling.”

“Come on, I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”

“Oh, yeah? I bet it’d be a cake walk for you, Miss Snow Queen.” Harry grinned, and the corners of his dark eyes crinkled cutely.

“Just because I have ice powers doesn’t make me a Winter sports maven. I’ve never skied in my life.”

“Psh, can’t be that hard, right? You start at the top of the mountain, and you end up at the bottom.”

Blossom bit back a smile. “I mean, I think it’s a little more involved than that.”

Harry laughed and leaned over the armrest closer to her. “Well, consider us both noobs. Anyway, most of the time’s spent hanging out at the cabin drinking hot chocolate anyway, right? Best part.”

Blossom tugged on her long, red ponytail as Harry continued to smile at her. She imagined the scene: a cozy ski lodge surrounded by snow, and a smiling boy content to ignore the blunt their friends were passing just to talk to her some more. She would like that. It would be easy, simple, and soft. Normal.

“Um, you know, I was thinking of inviting a few friends for a weekend. Just, like, a small group, and uh, well, I was wondering…” Harry stumbled in the dark looking for the question he meant to ask.

She could say yes, and she could have fun. With him, with any nice boy, it could be fun. How silly that just a few months ago, she had let herself believe she wasn’t the desirable type just because some mean girls said so. It all seemed so absurd now, and yet Blossom could not bring herself to give Harry the easy, simple, soft “yes” he wanted.

“Oh hey! You can have my seat, I’m grabbing more food,” said Kim on Blossom’s other side.

“Thanks.”

Like a hand to the stove, that voice hit her with a searing demand to be acknowledged. Old habits perhaps, or new ones. He wasn’t one to be ignored, not by her at least. Not these days.

“Brick,” Blossom said, half a question, half a sigh. She pulled back from Harry to look at him properly.

He’d taken Kim’s vacated seat directly next to her and nursed a solo cup of beer. Like her, he was dressed for the December chill in long sleeves, and his trademark red cap sat backwards over his short hair, as always. Red eyes held hers in a look that lingered.

“Blossom.” He spoke her name like a secret.

He was late. Why was he late? It wasn’t like him. She hadn’t seen him since third period yesterday. Was it only yesterday, or years ago?

“Hey, Brick,” Harry said, leaning over so he could see around Blossom. “Butch said you might not make it tonight.”

Blossom worried her lip between her teeth, and Brick took a long sip of beer as he slowly averted his gaze to Harry on her other side. “Here I am.”

“Uh, yeah, so Blossom,” Harry said. “About Tahoe…”

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Blossom tugged on her ponytail as she turned back to Harry. Brick watched her twist her anxious fingers through her hair and narrowed his eyes.

“Hm? Oh, right,” she said.

“Yeah, so like I was saying, my parents’ cabin has a few extra bedrooms, so we could make a whole weekend out of it. Skiing, hot chocolate, the works. It’d be cool if you came. What do you say?”

“You throwing a rager?” Brick interrupted.

Harry leaned forward to see Brick again like he’d forgotten he was sitting there at all. “Nah man, just a couple friends for a weekend trip.”

“Cool. Who’s going?”

“Uh, I mean, I don’t have a list or anything. Sorta just came up with it now, so…”

“So you still have space. Count me in,” Brick said.

Blossom and Harry both looked at him like he’d suggested they all go jump in the lake.

“You want to go skiing in Tahoe?” Blossom asked.

Brick shrugged. “Sure, if it means a weekend away from my idiot brothers. Thanks for the invite, Harry.”

Harry gaped, and Blossom ceased pulling at her ponytail to stare at Brick.

“I mean,” Harry said, and nodded super obviously towards Blossom while she wasn’t looking.

“How many others could we invite?” Blossom asked. “If it’s okay with your parents, I mean.”

Harry looked at Blossom, and then he looked at Brick, who sipped his beer like the oblivious, teenaged simpleton he one hundred percent was not. Giving up, Harry sighed and rubbed a hand over his buzz cut. “There’s room for two more if you’re both going to be there.”

Blossom lit up. “How about Wes and Kim? Or Pablo and Hanout?”

Harry sat back in his chair and nursed his beer. “Yeah, fine, whatever you want.”

She was smiling now.

“Wes and Kim,” Brick said. “Pablo snores like a motherfucker.”

“That’s true,” Harry said forlornly.

“Well, either way,” Blossom said, clearly torn between telling them both off and the desire to finalize plans.

Brick got up. “Let us know what weekend. I’m free whenever.”

Pleasantly yet unsurprisingly, Blossom got up too. “Me too. Thanks Harry, this’ll be fun.” She smiled genuinely at him, and he returned it.

“Yeah, the best,” Harry said dejectedly.

Blossom followed Brick as he led her away from the main campsite along the shoreline in the direction of the drop-off.

“Okay, what was that?” she asked when they were away from the roar of the music and the campfires.

“What was what?” Brick asked. It was dark now, and the farther they wandered from the center of the party, the harder it was to see the shoreline as his eyes adjusted.

“You invited yourself to Harry’s. Are you even that close?”

He paused and looked at her. “Are you?”

Blossom clutched the ends of her jacket as she blinked up at him. “We’re friends,” she hedged. “He’s a nice guy.”

Brick smirked. “Uh-huh. Real nice.”

“What does that mean?”

“You tell me. Am I intruding?”

Blossom studied him through the gloom. She was close enough that he could smell her perfume, silken and subtle. “No,” she said at length. “There’s nothing to intrude on.”

He watched her walk along ahead of him, her long ponytail a bloody lash under the cover of night. He chucked his beer and went after her.

“This way,” he said, breaking from the shore and heading into the trees.

“Where are we going?” Blossom drew close. “It’s so dark tonight.”

“I think it’s a new moon. Here.” Brick found her hand so they wouldn’t get separated in the pitch black of the canopy.

Blossom’s hand was cool in his, and she slipped the other one around his arm as he walked deeper into the forest. The walk wasn’t far, and soon the trees thinned as they emerged onto the shore of the lake nearest to the precipice overlooking the valley below. Brick had set up his sleeping bag in the grass far away from the rabble where he could have the best view undisturbed.

“Wow.” Blossom approached the black waters, so still they reflected the night sky back flawlessly. Flurries of stars as far as the eye could see scattered above and below like snowflakes frozen in flight. The Milky Way ripped through the firmament, bleeding more stars clustered so closely together they glimmered ice-bright. “I feel like I just stepped into another world.”

Brick jammed his hands in his jeans pockets and drew up next to her. “Consequence of being away from all the city lights for a change.”

“Mm.”

They lapsed into silence for a bit as they watched the nightscape unfold above and upon the water. Brick’s eyes fully adjusted to the lambent starlight, but it was a cold light, and he wore only a thin, red hoodie to stave off the chill. Blossom noticed him shuffle beside her.

“Do you want my jacket?” she teased.

“Ha ha,” Brick groused. But it was fucking cold out here, now that she mentioned it. He had always been particularly sensitive to it in a way she wasn’t. “My sleeping bag should do the trick.”

They retreated to his makeshift camp, where Brick shimmied into his sleeping bag and Blossom sat on the mat next to him, perfectly at ease in the cold. She leaned back on her hands to admire the stars, content like she could watch them all night. Their gossamer light draped her like a veil, softening her edges and igniting her colors. Brick had the sudden urge to touch her, to prove she was no pearlescent dream, that the cold cornering him now was hers and not just the darkness.

“Why were you late tonight?” she asked out of the blue.

Brick lay back on the mat and looked up at the jeweled sky. “Finished the homework.”

Her laugh was as soft as the starlight, and she grinned at him over her shoulder. “Me too.”

Obviously. He wouldn’t put it past her. It didn’t matter, only, he didn’t want to have one more thing to worry about over the break while also spending way more time than usual around his brothers with nothing to keep their focus for eight hours of the day. But the knowledge seemed to please her, which was just as well.

“I told you I was coming tonight,” he said.

And yet, Boomer had blown up his phone texting him all evening wondering where the hell he was, why wasn’t he here yet, and didn’t he realize people were waiting for him? The last text was one he received when he’d touched down at the edge of the campsite and it was already dark: a candid picture of Blossom talking with Harry by a campfire, and she looked happy. Brick had not responded to it or to any of the other annoying texts. Kim had been more than happy to give him her chair the minute she saw him approaching.

“Here you are,” Blossom said, hushed and half-lidded.

Here we are.

Brick curled an arm under his head. “View’s better from down here.”

She worried her lip—did she even realize she did that? That he noticed?—but ultimately lay down next to him on the mat. “Oh, wow…”

The starscape shimmered far and above, and Brick began to pick out patterns in the cosmos. “There, Cassiopeia.” He pointed to a cluster of stars.

“You know your constellations?” she asked.

“A few.”

He could practically feel the aura of challenge she exuded like a pheromone.

“All right. Perseus,” she said.

Brick pointed to a long line of stars near Cassiopeia. “Right next to Andromeda.”

“That was a freebie to test the waters.”

Brick chuckled. “Sure.”

“Okay Star Lord, show me Gemini.”

Brick swept his hand south and west of Perseus to a pair of star lines facing each other. “A couple of gossipy bitches.”

She shoved him playfully, and he caught her with his free arm, pulling her close. “You’re terrible.”

“I’m right. Next?”

“Let’s see… How about Leo?”

With one arm anchoring her to his side, Brick traced the patterns she called out with the other. Dead heroes and their monsters rose from glittering graves with every sweep of his fingers and kept them company in the dark.

She tugged at his sleeve as he searched for the elusive Pyxis constellation. “Hey, we should probably get back to the party.”

Brick let his hand drop. “Why?”

“Because we’ll be missed, obviously.”

He chuckled. “I bet someone’s missing you.”

Blossom rolled onto her side to face him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

“It doesn’t sound like nothing.”

He’d taken her to breakfast. It wasn’t a date; he hadn’t technically asked, and she only came because she was hungry and didn’t want to go home yet. It was the first time he’d ever seen her cry—no, sob because of what some dumb girls said to her at a party. Just the normal high school bullshit, and she’d fallen apart. Breakfast was the fucking least he could do after the ignominy of seeing her like that. It just turned out that it wasn’t the last.

Too many breakfasts and long hours spent prepping for finals turned into expectation, expectation turned into anticipation, and anticipation became the new normal. They weren’t together no matter what rumors Bubbles and Robin started and stopped. They weren’t not together either, considering they usually were, in fact, together. It had only been a few months since she’d handed Butch his balls wrapped up in a pretty pink bow and left Brick speechless to behold her, a few months since he’d found her insecure and vulnerable on that rooftop and called her beautiful because she was, holy fuck she was, and so much more.

Blossom was old wounds that should have healed long ago, that he should never have opened again, but she was still so new and he didn’t know, he didn’t know.

She slipped her hand over the cover of his sleeping bag and curled her fingers in his shirt. “Brick,” she said in a voice full of galaxies and longing.

He’d always liked the sound of his own name, after all.

When he kissed her, she tasted like starlight, cold fire. He pulled her closer, kissed her deeper, a step into the unknown, but the unknown was where she was and she was everything. Her breath hitched and she opened for him, just like that day on the rooftop, but he didn’t look away this time and she kissed him back like it had been her idea all along. Chemical X crackled on their flushed skin as he rolled onto his back and brought her with him, her weight on his chest a warmth and a fantasy.

Blossom’s long bangs fanned his cheeks as she hovered above him and he held on to her. He dreamed she might fall back into the sea of stars and he would dive in after her should he let her go. He didn’t let her go.

“I don’t actually want to go to Tahoe,” Brick said.

She laughed, light as a moonbeam. “Neither do I.”

He threaded his fingers through her hair, pulled her down again. “Good.”

She smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around him.

xxx

No one took much notice when Blossom and Brick popped up at the campsite after a protracted absence. No one except Bubbles, who passed Butch her perfectly roasted marshmallow, which he wolfed down right off the stick without waiting for it to cool. She discreetly got out her phone and snapped a few pictures of Blossom leading Brick by the hand to a couple empty chairs near Wes and Kim. When Brick leaned back in his chair and put his arm around the back of Blossom’s so she could lean into him, Bubbles had to work very hard not to squeal.

Clearly, Boomer sending Brick that picture of Harry chatting up Blossom had had the intended outcome.

She fired off twenty pictures to Robin.

[Bubbles: Yearbook?? 👀]

Robin, who was on the other side of the large campfire with Buttercup, Julie, Mitch, and the Floyjoydson twins, spat out her beer when she saw the pictures.

Bubbles snickered to herself.

“What’re you so happy about?” Butch said halfway through a game of Chubby Bunny.

Bubbles poked his mallow-stuffed cheek and winked. “It’s a secret.”

He rolled his eyes and stuffed another marshmallow in his mouth. “Laaaaame.”

Bubbles stole another glance at Blossom and Brick. She was laughing at something Kim had said, and he turned to whisper something to her. Bubbles bit her lip to hide her smile.

“But not for long,” she sang to herself.

Boomer came up behind Blossom and Brick and threw his arms around them both, laughing and pulling them close. Brick didn’t even try to push him off.

Not for long at all.

xxx

Thanks for reading! If you enjoy my writing and are looking for more PPG/RRB content from me, please check out my ongoing multi-chapter over on AO3 called Beyond This Morning. 😊

#Blossick #Reds #Blossom #Brick #Bubbles #Buttercup #Butch #Boomer #Powerpuff Girls #Powerpuff Girls fanfiction #PPG #February Fic Prompts #ppg shook

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jacks-wylan · 4 years

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“Are you sure that whatever you are hunting is here?” Jaskier sniffs, and Geralt hears some ruffling behind his back. He does not turn to see what he's doing, already knowing that even without looking at him. “Damn... these... tits... they are so fucking bulky... they are as annoying as they are flawless.”

Geralt snorts. “They are.” he says, without thinking. Then winces, and curses mentally.

“What did you say?”

Only then, Geralt turns and looks at Jaskier, seated elegantly on Roach with crossed legs – how can he sit like that on a horse, it's beyond his comprehension – , coat tight around him and a confused expression on his face. Good. He hasn't heard him. “I said that you have to shut. Your. Mouth. I'm hunting.”

“We're hunting for the last...” Jaskier counts with his long fingers, tapping against his lips at every number he thinks, dramatically. “Five hours, I daresay. If this basilisk was really here, it would have already come out of his hiding to, I don't know, turn us into statues? Bite us into our next lives? It would have done something, something!”

“It will eat you if you just don't shut up!”

That's one of the many reasons Geralt doesn't want Jaskier to come to his hunts. He has no self preservation, as always, and one of these times he'll get surely killed. And most importantly, Jaskier distracts him; he does it with his witty words, with his loud chatters, with his inebriating scent, with his... new... curves, with his eyes that keep looking at him expectantly, as if waiting for Geralt to surrender, to give in.

The little shit knows that Geralt is weak, and he's so, so close to crack.

“Yeah, sure. If only this fathomable basilisk really existed.” he yawns, and stretches his arms, “If only it existed, I would have made a perfect song for it. But alas, I have to disappoint my admirers. Oh, how I loathe to disappoint them.”

“It doesn't matter. You can't perform it anyway.”

If Geralt couldn't see it, he could have clearly heard Jaskier's flinch, and felt the wave of sadness coming off him. Shit. That was a low blow, after all they don't know for how long he has to still be undercover, unable to sing and dance, unable to do the things that keeps him alive without the risk to jeopardize his safety. They still don't know where to find a mage – even less the same witch that turned him into a boy when he was just a teenager – and the wait, and the uselessness is making Jaskier sad, unhappy. Geralt hates the thought of him unhappy.

“Right. Too bad. I would really have made a beautiful song.”

Geralt sighs, and– well, if he just drops his guard for less than a minute, enough to make Jaskier smile again, nothing bad would happen, right? After all, it really seems that Geralt chooses the wrong moment to go hunting the monster of his contract. “I will find a mage as soon as possible, Jaskier.” he says, walking slowly towards him, “Everything will go back to normal.”

And there it is, his smile. Every time he does that, his lids slightly flutter, before closing his eyes while his lips stretch wide open. Almost non–existent wrinkles appear right above his round cheekbones, and Geralt feels like he's walking on water, like he's been the best man alive to have this just for him – but he's not his, not his.

But then, Jaskier talks. And like every time Jaskier starts to blab – being for embarrassment, for stupidity or the Gods just know what – blood starts to boil in Geralt's vein. “Not too soon, my dear witcher. I still have to gift my virginity to a very lucky man, then I can say to have experienced really everything in life!”

Geralt feels his face twists, “You do not have to.”

“Yeah, I don't have to.” Jaskier cocks his head, looking at him through long lashes, “But I want to. Modestly, all the women I made love with, they tested this, this grand pleasure, a pleasure that I, sadly, cannot compare to mine, considering I never experienced it before, but it seems so, Gods, so rip–roaring. Now I have this opportunity, and I don't want to give that up!” he sighs, and, horrifyingly, he sounds so dreamy. “The man that will give me such immense pleasure is waiting for me, out there.” then, Jaskier looks straight into his eyes, “I just have to find him.”

“That's bullshit.” Geralt says, through gritted teeth, “You will just, just throw yourself into the arms of the first man willing to bed you.”

And is that an unbearable thought, after all. He feels his blood run cold through his veins, his skin prickles and his muscles tense just thinking of Jaskier being touched, being manhandled, being violated by a stranger, an unworthy man. It's always been painful thinking that, even when he was a boy, but now... now, fuck, it's his first time.

Geralt would never forgive himself – even if it's not his fucking business, nor his fucking fault – if the experience Jaskier so much wants turns out to be disappointed. Or worse, painful.

“If that man won't let himself be found, I will have to settle with what I get.” Jaskier shrugs, and leans to caress Roach's mane. She neighs softly, and Jaskier smiles, content. “I can't wait forever, even if would like to.”

Geralt lowers his eyes, cursing mentally. He knows what Jaskier wants, and he wants it from him. Geralt is not so stupid, he can clearly catch the hints Jaskier is throwing at him – but he can't surrender to him, he can't. He can't stain him, and destroy him as he did with everything – everyone – else. Does that mean that Geralt has to see – hear, fuck – him being fucked by some stranger? A stranger man who'll never be worthy enough – as will never Geralt, after all?

Yes. Yes, fucking Gods, yes.

“Uh, Geralt?” Jaskier's voice seems hesitant. Geralt raises his eyes, hoping he doesn't resemble like a deer caught by a lightening, he doesn't want Jaskier to see the turmoil he's feeling inside himself. But Jaskier is just looking at him with a frown, and with a raised hand. Slowly, he gestures him to come closer, and, of course, Geralt does that without much of a thought. “Come here, you have...” he trails off, while Geralt finds himself right in front of him, still seated someway on Roach.

Jaskier licks the palm of his hand, and Geralt has to remember how to breath again. Fuck, how can he be like this, so sensual doing the most stupid things! Then, he puts the same hand on his cheeks, rubbing whatever is staining his face. He has a very concentrated expression on, and his tongue – Gods, his tongue – is peeping out his lips absentmindedly, his attention all towards the action he's doing. While his palm is rubbing with force against his stubble, Geralt just enjoys his vicinity, the sweet and slightly salty scent of his sweat, the rosy colour of his lips so upclose.

Jaskier raises his eyes, and locks them into his. They're close, too damn much close for Geralt's liking – actually, Geralt likes that very much, but he cannot let him see that, they have to remain platonic, totally platonic – and Jaskier smiles, almost victoriously, “I don't know why or how you had dirt on your face, Geralt, but thanks to me you're all shiny again.”

“Hm.” he grunts, and he tries to get away from him. He really tries, but it's just... hard.

Then, behind his back, some twigs crack. Jaskier widens his blue eyes, looking beyond his shoulder, and gasps. Geralt curses, and thankfully he didn't sheathe his sword before dropping his guard, so he just turns around in a swift movement and pierces through the body of the monster that was running towards them.

Except, when Geralt looks at the dead carcass at his feet, what he killed is definitely not a monster.

“Sorry, I overreacted.” says Jaskier, sheepishly. Glaring at him, Geralt sees that he's fidgeting with his fingers, and he's fighting not to smile. “Guess we have something to eat, tonight, if we're going to spend the night here.”

Geralt blinks at the dead body of the boar he killed, utterly annoyed.

“You know what I think? I think this basilisk really doesn't exist. Back at the village, they probably thought that this poor boar was a... was a giant bird. Or whatever a basilisk is, actually.”

“There are traces everywhere, Jaskier. There is a basilisk here.”

“Well,” he sniffs, dramatically, as if Geralt offended him as he contradicted him. “Can you see it? Can you feel it or, I don't know, smell him with your super duper witchery powers?” Geralt doesn't respond, and Jaskier struts, proud of himself. “See. Now, how about we go back to town? The very cute waiter is waiting for me.”

Geralt narrows his eyes, and glares at him again. So, this is a war. Geralt won't lose: he never did, and will never do, especially against this weak, smug, beautiful human. “We'll stay here, all night, if needed.” he smirks, and Jaskier snorts, “We have dinner, after all.”

#here we go again #how many times do i have to post my fic before it will appear in the tags?#we will never know #geraskier #geraskier fanfiction #geraskier fic #geralt x jaskier #fem!jaskier #non binary!jaskier #mine:fyccina #writings

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peachymarkeu · 3 years

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𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: NCT 127 x OC

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮: Fluff, Angst & Suggestive

��𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: What is it like being an 18 year old girl that had just moved into her new apartment and then suddenly meeting the people she would consider to be her brothers while being away from her parents?

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 7: 𝓞𝓹𝓹𝓪 𝓜𝓲𝓪𝓷

Kkring... Kkring… Kring…

I woke up from the sound of my phone alarm. I stretched my arms, feeling this aching feeling on my back and neck. 7:30 am was displayed on my screen which meant that I woke up right on time.

‘Why was I sleeping on my study table?’ I thought. Then, remembering the events that happened last night.

I stayed up until 2 in the morning trying to finish the report I needed to submit to Mr. Park. It was one long ass night. The report needed to be a thousand words long and needed lots of reading. I checked the checklist which was written on a post it note stuck on my table. There, I saw that I was able to finish my report but that was the only thing that I accomplished. 3 more assignments were left blank. I looked right in front of me and saw a half written essay for my other class.

I got up my desk chair and stretched my arms and limbs. There were a few bone cracks here and there which somehow relieved the aching feeling in my back and neck. I then went inside the bathroom and got myself ready for school. I brushed my teeth and washed my face to freshen up. The mood this morning was weirdly very nice today so I decided to connect my phone to my bluetooth speaker and play some music.

Now playing My First and Last by NCT Dream

Since I wasn’t rushing today and I was in a very great mood, I decided to fix myself up really nice. I took out my curling wand from one of my bathroom drawers and plugged it in and waited for it to heat up. While waiting, I belted out Renjun’s famous line and danced their cute penguin dance.

“Let’s talk about love, Let me talk about love, yeah I’m talkin ‘bout you, yeah I’m talkin ‘bout you” I rapped while holding the bottle of perfume I got from my bathroom sink.

When the curling iron beeped I stopped dancing and proceeded to curl my hair piece by piece. It didn’t take me a very long time to finish since my hair isn’t that long. After curling my hair I started head banging to “Volcano by NCT U” to loosen up my curls and make it look more natural. Then, I put on the tiniest amount of makeup just for fun. Once I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror to check whether or not there are some things I need to touch up. While doing so, I started to make funny faces and poses in front of the mirror.

‘Huh, I could be a supermodel’ I giggled at the thought.

In the corner of my eye, I saw my phone light up because of a notification. I checked it and saw that Sungho was the one that sent me the text.

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Sung-Sung

Yuna-yah~ time to get up. Don’t want to be late again.

Yun-Yun

Yah, that was the very first time.

Sung-Sung

Arraseo, hey you moved right? You’re closer to my house now.

Wanna walk to school together?

Yun-Yun

After you teased me about being late?

Nope.

Sung-Sung

Yah I was just kidding...(￣人￣)

Yun-Yun

Mmmkay

Sung-Sung

Where should we meet?

Yun-Yun

Do you pass by SG27?

Sung-Sung

Yeah, yeah! You want to meet there?

Yun-Yun

Oki oki, then you buy me snacks ♡＾▽＾♡

Sung-Sung

Yah who said I’ll buy you snacks ఠ ͟ಠ

Yun-Yun

Jebal Sungho-yah ༼☯﹏☯༽

Sung-Sung

Arraseo arraseo

Yun-Yun

Yehey!! Gomawo Sungho-yah

I’ll see you there!

Sung-Sung

See you!

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I put my phone down and went to my closet and changed into my school uniform. We had to wear our winter uniforms that were composed of a polo, skirt and a fluffy vest that had the crest of our school at the upper right part of my chest. I put on some very thick white socks because winter in Korea is super duper cold and wore my FILA disruptors with it. After that, I went back to my study table to fix all of my things and get my school bag. I then went out of my bedroom and to the front door to get my keys, heat pack and my bubble coat from my coat hanger. I went outside, closed the door and did not forget to lock it properly.

When I turned around I saw Jaehyun Oppa go outside of their unit.

“Annyeong Oppa!” I said to him and He looked at me.

“Annyeong Yuna! Going to school already?” he asked me in which I replied with a hum.

“Come on, let’s go down together.” he said to me and smiled, then I remembered.

“Um… Oppa, is it alright? I mean people wouldn’t want to see you going outside your apartment complex with a girl. I mean, you never know where dispatch will be as well as some sasaengs.” I explained to him whispering the very last word.

He chuckled at what I said and I looked at him confused. He then raised his right hand and placed it on the crown of my head and started to ruffle my hair.

“Aigoo, don’t worry, I’ll only be going down with you till the first floor because I need to get something from the front desk. I won’t actually be going out of the building. Plus if you didn’t know, SM actually increased the security of this apartment complex as per our request.” He told me and winked at the end.

We proceeded to walk through the hall side by side. It was quiet but not awkward. We reached the front of the elevator and Jaehyun Oppa pressed the button and we waited for the elevator to go up. While waiting I felt my phone vibrate, so checked it and saw a notification coming from Sungho.

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Sung-Sung

Yah, where the hell are you??

Yun-Yun

I’m still at my apartment complex

Sung-Sung

Huh?! I’m already here, what’s taking you so long??

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‘Wow, he’s early’ I thought as I checked the top right part of my screen to check the time.

‘Huh it's only 8:15, it’s not super late’ I thought to myself again until I felt a slight nudge on my left arm.

“Yuna, the elevator’s here” Jaehyun Oppa said as I looked at him slightly embarrassed that I wasn’t paying much attention.

I went inside first then he came inside right after me. I was the one to press the ground floor this time. Once the elevator doors closed, I felt another vibration coming from my phone and saw that it was from Sungho.

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Sung-Sung

Yah what time are you gonna get here??

I’m about to freeze (*￣m￣)

Yun-Yun

Hold your damn horses Sungho

And who told you to come so early??

Sung-Sung

Just get here already (一-一)

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“Boyfriend problems?” I felt Jaehyun Oppa whisper in my ear which made me activate my defensive mode and hit him in his chest area.

“Ouch, sorry to meddle” he said to me, wincing in pain and rubbing the part where I hit him with his right hand.

“Oppa! Mian mian mian mian-” i kept apologizing until we reached the ground floor.

When the doors of the elevator opened, Jaehyun Oppa went out first and I followed him. I felt super bad for hitting him and worried that I might have hit him too hard.

“Oppa, I’m really sorry. I just got really defensive and that’s what I usually do and then-” I kept on rambling until I felt his eyes on me.

“Yah, don’t worry I was just over acting” he said while chuckling at my worried expression. I frowned at him and started to punch him lightly on his arm.

“Ow, ow ,ow , ok you can stop now” he said while laughing.

I was still trying to recover from hitting him so much when I saw him looking at me straight in the eye. I was still out of breath and him looking at me made my chest feel even more tighter.

“You better get going, I bet your boyfriend is waiting for you” he told me which made me remember that I was meeting up with Sungho.

‘Ah right… Shit Sungho’s gonna be so mad. But wait, did he just say boyfriend’ I was so into my thought that I didn’t notice that Jaehyun Oppa was already walking away.

“Oppa! He isn’t my boyfriend!” I shouted to him which made him look back at me.

“It sure looks like he’s one” he shouted back and smirked right after.

My mouth was left agape until I got back to my senses and rushed out of the building. I ran and ran praying that Sungho wouldn’t be so mad at me once I got there. I was at my final turn then I saw the store. My feet moved as quickly as they could. Then, there was a bump on the road that I didn’t notice which made me trip. I was so ready to fall down until I felt arms wrap around me.

“Yah, what the hell are you doing?! You should be more careful” I heard Sungho scold me.

I looked up and saw that he was the one who caught me before I fell. It was kind of awkward so I pushed myself off of him and fixed my uniform. He was fixing his uniform as well when he spoke again.

“Next time be more careful, okay?” he said to me in a very serious tone.

“Nae, mian Sungho-yah” I apologized and looked at the floor because of the embarrassment.

“Aigoo, is my little Yuna down” he put his arm around my shoulder and gave my a noogie which made me push him.

“Yah you still need to buy me food.” I told him with my eyebrows knitted.

“Eh?! You made me sit here in the cold for 15 minutes and I’m still the one who’s going to pay for our food??” he said in a super dramatic way that made me giggle.

“Arraseo, arraseo, I’ll pay for it. Thanks for waiting for me.” I told him which made him jump for joy and scream “Yes!” so loudly.

We went inside and looked for snacks to eat while walking to school. I went to the chips aisle and got some potato chips and to the fridge where I got my favourite banana milk. Once, I got what I wanted, I went to the cash register and put my things on the table and waited for Sungho. My jaw dropped when I saw Sungho holding about 5 things in his arms.

“Yah?! Are you trying to make me broke?” I told him in an irritated way.

“Gomawo Yuna-yah” Sungho smiled cheekily. I rolled my eyes and told the guy at the cash register that those were all our items.

While waiting for the guy to finish, I told Sungho what happened this morning in which he listened attentively. I was about to tell him about what happened to Jaehyun Oppa and I but remembered that I couldn’t, so I revised and told him that he was only a friend.

“Ah! This morning I was at the elevator then-” I was about to tell him about what happened to Jaehyun Oppa and I, but remembered that I couldn’t, so I revised.

“-this guy. Yeah, there was this guy who noticed that I was texting you. Then he asked me if I had boyfriend problems. Then he kept on pushing that you were my boyfriend, since you were the one I was talking to. So in my head I was like ‘huh? Sungho, my boyfriend?? Are you sure about that?’.” I ended. I was laughing so hard while telling him the story my stomach started to hurt.

“Sheesh that would be so~ weird. Me and you?? Huh, not a chance.” he said and chuckled.

“Um.. Miss? Cash or credit.” the guy at the cash register asked while looking at me in a very judgemental way.

“Ah, mian” I apologized and gave him my card.

The guy processed my payment and gave us the plastic bags which were filled with our snacks. We went out of the store and started to walk to school. While walking Sungho and I would spark up some conversation or tell each other funny jokes. The mood felt so light until we were faced with the reality of having to enter school. To be honest, classes went by so fast which was great. Mr. Park also did not give me a hard time this time which is so relieving.

It was already lunchtime and Sungho and I were already at our school’s cafeteria. We were lined up at the food station when Sungho made me remember something.

“Ah… My head hurts so much. I stayed up until 3 just to finish all of our assignments.”

‘Shit our assignments’

“Um… Sungho-yah~” I said in a cute manner. He looked at me with squinted eyes, as if he was suspecting me of doing something wrong.

“What do you need?” he raised one of his eyebrows.

“Um… I still have to do my other assignments, I fell asleep while doing them last night. Can I take a look at your work…?” i said again cutely while poking his arm. He pinched his nose and shut his eyes for a while then looked at me sideways.

“What do I get from this?” he asked.

“I’ll buy you tteokbokki after classes?” he deadpanned.

“I’ll pay for today’s lunch?” he was still looking at me unamused.

“I’ll-” he cut me off.

“You owe me a best friend's date this weekend” he said.

“Ok ok” I agreed then he gave me his homework which made me jump for joy.

We’re now seated in one of the cafeterias tables, being lucky since it was always jam packed with students that there would absolutely be no seat left. I was doing my homework until I heard her voice again.

“AHHH!!! OMG did you see Jaehyun Oppa’s pictures for their comeback. Ughhh please marry me Oppa!!” Aeri squealed which distracted me from my work.

“Gosh that girl is so obsessed with NCT that she would scream to everyone ‘Jaehyun impregnate me’.” Sungho said while trying to copy Aeri’s high pitched voice which made me laugh out loud.

“Tell me about it.” I replied.

“Hey, aren’t you also a fan of theirs?” he asked.

“Yeah I am.” I said

‘And I still can’t believe that they’re my neighbors.’ I thought to myself which made me smile a little remembering what happened to me and Jaehyun Oppa earlier.

“Yah, you better not turn into those crazy fans like Aeri. Arraseo?”

“Ugh Oppa’s impregnate me~” I moaned which annoyed Sungho.

#taeyong #taeil #johnny #yuta #doyoung #jaehyun #jungwoo #mark #haechan #nct smut #nct fluff #nct angst #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct #nct 127 #10thFloorBrothers

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miracvlovs · 3 years

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✗✗✗ you see [ kaleb yıldırım ] around lately? yeah i heard that the [ cis male ] is up to no good. [ he / him ] has been here for [ five years ] now but they’re still pretty [ abrasive ] which is fine because they’re also [ debonair ] so it balances out. the [ twenty-eight ] year old [ hitman for hire ] actually looks like a lot like [ alperen duymaz ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ strong cigarettes & even stronger whiskey ].

hey, hello, hi, bonjour! s’up buttercups? ‘tis i, your friendly neighbourhood loser chrissie ( a.k.a an irish doofus who is utter plot trash and the actual WORST at keeping track with discord messages, oops ) and i’m super duper excited to be here among you fab human beings! anywho, this is my first kiddo kaleb and he is … how do you say … morally grey. basically his morals are very questionable in every aspect. but! on the plus side, he’s very talented and good at his job even if he is ruthless and callous, oop. he is … the worst and also lowkey messed up inside tbh so pls excuse his blunt and sarcastic nature. plot-wise i’m open to literally anything and everything so come at me with any ideas ya got! i’m always diggity down to spit ball ideas and form some dope connections so pls feel free to invade my ims or hmu on le cord ( chrissie.#9606 ) and we can brainstorm until our heart’s content! if ya wanna, go ahead and light that lil grey heart up red and i’ll shimmy my butt your way for all of the good stuff. anywho, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty, shall we?

fundamentals.

KALEB EMER YILDIRIM — twenty-eight, hitman for hire, + one snarky son of a gun / troubled dude with daddy issues / all issues tbh !

aesthetics ➤ dried blood caked into the grooves of cut knuckles, the lingering scent of smoke and gasoline, silver slivers of past scarring, five o’clock shadow peppering a blunt jawline, discolourations of blue and purple decorating battered hands, a subtle smirk etched upon a devious countenance, calloused fingertips riddled with small paper cuts, dark circles under almost-black eyes, the noise of screeching tires in the middle of the night, a tall stature adorned in all-black attire, ghosts of bruises staining calloused skin green, a scuffed zippo lighter in a pack of marlboros containing only one cigarette, white shirts with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, a sly grin under stormy dark eyes, a sniper on the roof of a deserted building, the roar of a car engine, & clenched, white-knuckled fists.

nicknames. kal.

date of birth. november third.

gender. cis male.

pronouns. he + him.

birthplace. manhattan, nyc.

orientation. bisexual + aromantic.

education. bachelor of music degree obtained from manhattan school of music.

spoken languages. can speak fluent english, turkish, spanish, & french.

negative traits. haughty, abrasive, enigmatic, cynical, temperamental, calculating, hedonistic, distant, sarcastic, & volatile.

positive traits. adept, diligent, charming, resilient, candid, adept, charming, audacious, determined, & resourceful.

strengths. efficient, energetic, self-confident, strong-willed, strategic thinker, charismatic, & inspiring.

weaknesses. stubborn, dominant, intolerant, impatient, arrogant, poor handling of emotions, cold, & ruthless.

talents. piano, retaining information, memory recall, lock-picking, carjacking, hand-to-hand combat, automobile knowledge, tracking people down, & excellent problem-solving abilities.

physiology. dark brown eyes. dark brown hair. six feet, one inch tall. of a lean, broad stature with a straight posture and evident height. has a few silvery scars littered across his skin. has a few tattoos in a few less visible places. is ambidextrous.

psychology. scorpio zodiac. water element. slytherin house. entj-a. chaotic neutral. type eight enneagram. choleric temperament. interpersonal intelligence type. addicted to alcohol, tobacco, prescription drugs, cocaine, and cannabis. suffers from addiction and insomnia. his vices are lust, wrath and pride. his virtues are ... honestly, probably just diligence tbh.

background.

possible triggers : infidelity, divorce, alcoholism, drug abuse, cancer, death, car crash, funeral, blood, murder, suicide mention, gun mention, & various references to death and murder.

a synopsis. ah, here he is—my tol, troubled, grouchy son : ' ) don't u just adore ur resident trashy, snarky, but precious and sad fuckboi muse? bc i know I DO! anyways, before i digress, i'll cut to the chase. so, waaay before he blessed the universe with his presence, his mother ( who was originally from turkey ) moved to the states where she met one alexander hale. you can probably guess the rest: the pair married, they had children, everything seemed to be going swimmingly, yada yada. here’s a lil background: the hale family—a line of manhattan-born businessmen / lawyers / diplomats etc. they're dripping in wealth, not always as squeaky clean as they portray themselves as to be. kaleb’s dad was a douche, expected both of his sons to follow in his shadow and become lawyers, ran around behind his wife's back: the whole shoot and shebang of a classic a-hole. he always kind of ignored kaleb in favour of his eldest son joshua so kaleb kinda became hard-hearted and resentful due to the lack of his father's attention. skip a few years and he spied his dad cheating on his mother with his secretary though he refused to tell another soul for fear of any potential backlash. soon enough, his mother found this out for herself, their argument ruined his thirteenth birthday party then they divorced soon after. his mother fell off the wagon, became terminally ill—all while his father was remarrying and expecting a daughter with his secretary. it was a hella rough two years for kaleb. it got even worse. eventually, his mother passed away and his step-mother divorced his father to breeze off into the sunset with her new lover; leaving her daughter with her piss-poor excuse of a dad. at this point, kaleb was lonely and angry but adopted the role of his step-sister's protector, shielding her from their father's increasing substance abuse induced violence. just before his seventeenth birthday, his father died in a car crash. of course, he didn't entirely mourn the loss. almost immediately, he and his younger sister moved in with their elder brother who helped kaleb get into university. with dear ole dad out of the picture, he could finally pursue his interest and flair for music. after he graduated, he moved to santa ysabel with his brother and brother's family. in the beginning, things were going fine. yeah, sure, he was struggling for work and felt bad that his brother had to keep him afloat. normal stuff. then, one day, things quickly turned sour in his world. [ TRIGGER FOR GORE, BLOOD, SUICIDE MENTION, GUN MENTION, MURDER, DEATH ] he’d came home to find the locks on the doors busted, advancing into the house carefully only to find his brother’s lifeless corpse crumbled on the kitchen tiles: his throat and wrists slashed, posed as a suicide. of course, kaleb knew better. he knew his brother; knew he would never leave him or his family. upon further inspection of the house, he’d discovered the body of his wife upstairs: a bullet hole between her eyes. [ TRIGGER OVER ] the whole ordeal was enough to turn his stomach but once the sickness had subsided, all kaleb felt was a strong thirst for blood. sure, it was pretty damn stupid to try and seek revenge or whatnot ... but kaleb had always been one to let his heart guide his brain. anyways, time skip now to the moment he’d uncovered his brother’s entanglement with some dodgy loan shark, drug dealing criminals who were responsible for his murder. in the end, he’d hunted them down and eradicated them one by one, over a span of weeks. at first, he hated himself and what his desire for vengeance had turned him into but he kept going until he’d got them all: until he’d grown numb. truthfully, how he wound up taking lives for a living is beyond him. he woke up one day, found himself hired by some big-wig businessman who wanted rid of his business partner and et voilà, he was tangled up in the dark side of existence. i mean, was he blackmailed into doing his first paid hit? yes. but who can blame him? especially when they claimed to have intel regarding the sudden demise of a prominent figure in the criminal underbelly of the city, a.k.a his brother’s killer. it was a risk kaleb simply couldn’t take. he prefers to keep himself anonymous, hidden behind shadows, unsuspecting. death has become a job. nothing more. nothing less. it’s simply the algorithm of his existence: receive a dossier, take care of the target, get paid a hefty lump sum. and all just for enacting a stranger’s revenge in the blood of another. he moves like a deadly phantom, his footsteps light as a feather, whipping through the night like a bullet through a target’s skull. sartre claims that hell is other people. and if you were to stare into kaleb’s eyes—eyes eerily similar to having been cut from coal—you might just see hell and everyone in it staring right back at you. as nietzsche wrote: “ he who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. and if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee. ”

random extras.

he has a lot of small scars over his body, most of which he can’t account for or has forgotten about.

owns and drives a black 1969 boss 429 mustang which he loves arguably more than he loves himself.

speaking of, he actually is full of self-hatred so don’t let the haughtiness fool you.

trusts nobody but himself and is loyal to nobody but himself.

has a lot of anger issues so often ends up taking part in underground fights.

he rates around a solid three on the kinsey scale.

is a distant person; closed-off emotionally and prefers to keep himself to himself.

when it comes to whether or not he is morally decent or an extremely bad person, he is somewhere in the middle of that spectrum.

he isn’t heartless but he isn’t exactly compassionate either.

kind of shady but knows how to pass himself as charming.

has been thru sum shit n seen sum shit so he’s v messed up inside.

though he does have a soft spot for animals and children.

his marksmanship is impeccable.

he’s naturally gifted with firearms and his shot is always on point.

dark eyes and bruised knuckles are his ultimate aesthetic tbh.

actually really appreciates classical music, though he’ll never tell. blame it on his piano lessons from childhood.

speaking of piano, he’s low key gifted at playing although he rarely does these days.

has a very short fuse and can lose his temper quite easily.

he has a good heart and good intentions when it comes to those he actually cares about although he’ll never let this show.

favourite coping mechanism? isolation.

a bit of a lone wolf. he keeps people at arm’s length but acts in a way where people are under the illusion he’s their friend.

basically the tall, dark and handsome trope: ( most of the tall, dark and handsome men display aloof, cold and distant personality but they do have a gentle and caring side. )

is a little snarky and grumpy but if you manage to break this exterior, you’ll find he’s quite witty and easy going.

he got into fighting at a young age. it was the only way to try and learn how to defend himself against his father.

sleep?? he doesn’t know her.

tends to repress his emotions until he explodes.

healthy coping mechanisms?? he doesn’t know them either.

is prone to pushing the self destruct button.

you can find a pinterest board for him by clicking anywhere here.

#hey hi hello happy to be here !!!#this is my son kal n he's ... A LOT.#show this some luv n i'll come atcha for plots !!!#indulgence.intro

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apex-academy · 3 years

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Chapter 5: Caring Is a Hazard to Your Health (#25)

“Um, hello! Good morning! It is now 7:00, so the off-limits areas have been reopened! And, um! You have four days left if you want to save your loved ones! Everyone do your best today…!”

Ugh. Yet another morning where I’d rather hide under my pillow and go back to bed, but I’d better not. Missing the breakfast meeting would just make people worried for my safety and/or piss them off. Neither’s a great option.

So I get dressed and head over. Breakfast might be a good time to practice cracking eggs…

But then again, no.

I go for some instant miso instead, which has a strangely long list of artificial preservatives on the bag, but I don’t care. Soup is soup. As long as I don’t accidentally dump a bunch of salt in or something, I can tolerate it.

A few others have come and gone while I’ve been in here, and by the time I have my bowl ready, everyone but Yuki has left for the cafeteria. I look over my shoulder at her.

“I think the meeting’s about to start, if now’s a good time for a cooking break.”

“I’ll be just a second…”

“All right.”

I don’t want my food going cold, so it’s better to leave her behind for a minute than drag her out immediately. Odds ten to one some food or other would catch fire if left unattended.

Maybe not if she’s the one cooking, but. Anyway.

I find a seat with Kanagi and Kaichi. Another table over, Aidan and Mahavir exchange words too quietly for me to hear. Then Tsunyasha and Ichiriki are over at the kids’ table by themselves. I won’t object to the arrangement.

Kanagi and Kaichi have struck up some kind of conversation about skate parks by the time Yuki wanders in with a rice-and-something plate. She sits by Mahavir.

Aidan doesn’t wait long after that to start the meeting.

“Good morning, everyone! Thank you for attending!”

“I have quite a few announcements to make, so I’ll ask first if anyone else has something he or she would like to bring up.”

“Oh boy.”

At any rate, I don’t feel like announcing my file cabinet discoveries, so nothing from me.

“…”

“Oh, oh!! I have something to say!”

“What is it?”

Ichiriki hops to his feet.

“I love you guyyyyyyys~!”

“Aww… We love you, too…”

“…”

“Duly noted. Anything else?”

“Nope, that’s it!” He waves before sitting back down.

Aidan gives us another five seconds or so, but no one else speaks up. Not sure if we had nothing to say or if we’re all just stupefied by that outburst, but I’m fine with moving on to whatever Boss Baby’s handing us now.

“All right, then! I’ll lead with what I’d like to call a proposition, but in reality it will be our new rule if no one can provide compelling evidence that it isn’t for the best.”

“Yet another of your little ‘rules,’ hmm?”

“I’m listening…”

“Okay.”

“Starting at curfew tonight, no one is to leave the dorm area at any time unless all of us are gathering for our morning meeting.”

“Eh?”

“Uh, ‘s there, like… food?”

“We’ll extend the duration of the meetings a bit so we’ll be able to prepare the rest of our meals for the day. Otherwise, yes, there will be no leaving for food.”

“What about our cooking lessons…?”

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to shut that down after tonight. It’s only until the motive is over, though. Hopefully there won’t be any reason to make this last longer than that.”

“So wait, I can’t even, like, leave my room?”

“What the heck, dude?! The gym’s totally right there! I can at least, like, go that far to blow off steam, right?”

“That won’t be allowed under this system…”

“…However! I will allow for the possibility of a few arranged events! But only if every one of us attends, the entire time. If anyone fails to come or needs to leave, it will immediately be canceled. Likewise, depending upon the possibility of danger, some events may be excluded as a matter of course.”

“You can’t do that!”

I almost raise my hand like this is real school.

“Am I allowed to stay in my study hall instead of my dorm room?”

“That sounds very uncomfortable and also doesn’t have a bathroom.”

“Fair enough.”

“And, to clarify, I did refer to the dorms as a whole. It’s still acceptable to visit others or meet in the hall, as long as you’re in a group of three or more.”

Yuki raises her hand.

“What about the Nurse’s Office…?”

“There should be very little in there that needs to stay in the room. We’ll have the rest of the day today to gather any necessary supplies to keep in our rooms for the time being.”

“You’ll also be able to stock up on books, paper, games, or whatever else you might need to tide you over.”

“How’s that s’posed to make a difference?! I can’t play volleyball in my dorm!”

“Oh, but you could at least get a tennis ball or something to bounce off the wall!”

“It’s not super duper sport-y, but it is still kinda!”

“But if I break stuff in my room, then I’ll actually, like, have to deal with it.”

“What exactly have you broken outside of your room?”

“Oh, pay no mind to this foolish babbling.”

“It’s terrible folly to think anyone—let alone a blackened sinner!—can dictate where the Holy Assassin spends her time.”

“I am not trying to ‘dictate’ anything here!”

“Really now.”

“The principle is the same as when we agreed to set a curfew. Breaking it only puts yourself in more danger. It will do you no good to go wandering around alone; it would only make you a less trusted person and a more appealing target for anyone tempted by the motive.”

“I understand that my current proposal is considerably more extreme, but we would only be on lockdown until the end of the motive. It won’t be the most enjoyable experience, but I have every reason to believe that conforming with it will keep us safe.”

“…Not to mention that, with the slew of physical injuries that have gone around, most of us probably ought to be resting a lot more than we are, anyway.”

“…”

“Fair ‘nough.”

“Still don’t like it.”

“Frankly, I don’t like it, either. But if it’s necessary, it’s necessary.”

“I think it could work!”

“Oh, we could totally have sleepovers, too, right?!”

“That’s a bit riskier than daytime visits, I’m afraid.”

“Aw…”

“There’s just one thing…”

“And what’s that?”

“What about Kaichi…?”

“Is this still on the subject of sleepovers?”

“Guessing it’s more about the whole no-memory thing.”

Aidan nods.

“I’ve already prepared some papers that he can attach to the back of his door for easier reference. We can get started on those once everything else is sorted out here.” He turns to Kaichi. ”I assume you’re more likely to follow seemingly arbitrary instructions if they’re in your own handwriting, yes?”

“Prob’ly?”

“Couldn’t ‘xactly give y’ my track record.”

“Well. If anyone notices Riseiin out wandering around, please detain him. It’s doubtful he’d be trying anything, but he could be in danger.”

“Wait, we’re arresting people now?!”

“Er, perhaps I could have worded that differently…”

“Though on that note, exactly what do you plan to do to enforce these rules, hmm?”

“Like, yeah. Doesn’t telling everybody not to leave totally make it easier for somebody to leave?”

“In theory, yes, but by constraining us to a small area, it will be much easier to monitor prohibited movement than if I allowed roaming the whole first floor, for instance.”

“And how exactly do you plan to ‘monitor’ us, whelp?”

“Well, I’m not about to blurt out the details so you can try to circumvent it! Goodness.”

“But rest assured, measures will be taken.”

“Ahaha, this all sounds super not fun!”

“It’s a temporary arrangement. I’m certain everyone here can handle it for just a few days.”

Kanagi groans.

“Is this a solution or just a whole second motive?”

“Hummmm… It’s kind of a lot…”

“But we’ve been trapped for a while, anyway, right…? So being… a little more trapped? Isn’t that big of a difference, I think…”

“To one room rather than five floors? Perhaps you mortals have an even more pathetic grip on the universal concept of ‘space’ than I thought.”

“I thought you weren’t confined to space?”

“That’s correct.”

“……”

“Don’t try to logic her.”

“So, aside from acknowledging that this isn’t entirely ideal, are there any further objections to the proposal?”

“……….”

“I’m good.”

“You’re good with basically everything.”

As for me… I don’t like this, but it’s only a couple of days. No pool room, no other facilities, presumably no hot meals aside from breakfast. Surely I can survive that.

A lot better than I could survive a murder attempt.

Is this motive really that much of a threat? Are we so sure someone will try something? Maybe Aidan thinks Mahavir’s going to cave and doesn’t want to single him out? No, this is too extreme for that. Clearly there’s more than one person here who could reasonably kill for this.

Considering I just about killed for less…

That’s… That’s different.

But I can’t well promise it won’t happen to someone else, can I? And it doesn’t even need to be for selfish reasons. If anyone thinks this is a genuine threat to our loved ones…

“So, like, ‘this sucks’ isn’t good enough?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“Oh, worry not, foolish creature. If you don’t like it, you’re quite free to go about as you please regardless of what this one says.”

Mahavir scowls at her.

“I don’t remember electing you as our leader.”

“IIIIII…”

“…don’t remember electing Aidan, either, though!”

Kaichi opens his mouth.

“Please don’t.”

“Boo.”

“All right!! So with the basics of the situation out of the way, we can start talking about possible event planning!”

“Additionally, if anyone would like to start preparing his or her entertainment options for the period or manage any other business before curfew hits today, you may go ahead now, but!”

“Please remain in a group of four at all times!”

“Even for bathroom breaks?!”

“For that, ensuring all of you are in the general area at the same time will suffice.”

“This is totally bogus.”

“Do you want to start making arrangements for a sports competition tomorrow or not, Miss Yuukei?”

“…”

“…Kay.”

Easily won over, huh.

Guess I ought to get going if I want to grab some good books and a deck of cards or something. Wonder how we’re splitting in half here…

Ah. I won’t be going back to that cabinet anytime soon, then. Bringing three people with me is not that conducive to a private investigation.

It can’t be helped. Trying to find clues about the mastermind has never been an easy fix. It won’t keep another death from happening in these few upcoming days.

Whether or not our little lockdown will, we can only wait and see.

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