#I’ve been writing him to be very impulsive/ decisive
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Whumptober day 15- makeshift bandages
Sorry I’m a little late, I slept in fhsksbkssbsk. Anyways this one is kinda silly, idk what I’m doing with whumptober but I’ve had this idea in my head where Legend meets the dads so here’s this silly lil thing dbsksbsksbk.
Warning for a bloody stab wound.
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Legend stared out at the ocean, listening to the waves as they crashed against the beach he was on. He breathed in the salty breeze, several old memories flooding his mind from the smell and sounds. He had mixed feelings about the ocean. On one hand, it reminded him of the pain and loss he had to endure, but on the other hand, he had the best memories at the beach. Whenever he got overwhelmed he would try to find a beach area to unwind, occasionally humming his song…
He was lucky that he was close enough to a beach in this world. The other heroes were great, but they would always burst into arguments and overwhelm Legend. In order to keep himself from getting riled up, he’d walk away, and so he found a beautiful beach to think about all that’s happened to him. He stared out at the horizon, watching the land across from him. But something was strange about it when he really studied it. He narrowed his eyes and noticed that there was a boat traveling to where he was.
A boat?
If Legend recalled correctly, they were the only ones here. So who was on that boat? And why were they heading towards them? He stood up and watched the boat closely. He didn’t know what that was, but he might as well figure it out before it got too close. Legend took off his clothes and took a deep breath, praying that no one could see him now, and he jumped into the water. He felt the familiar magic twisting his bones around and fusing his legs together into a beautiful pink fish tail, and he pushed against the water towards the boat. When he got close he kept his distance, but stared at the bottom of the boat. He didn’t know what he was expecting, he couldn’t see the people on the boat so he didn’t know if they were a threat. He circled the boat for a little bit, finally popping out of the water to get a good look at the people onboard. He only saw one person, but from what he could tell, they weren’t a monster. Was that the puppeteer? Legend narrowed his eyes, but he couldn’t see the person very clearly. Truthfully he didn’t know what the puppeteer looked like. But he was from either Sheikah, Hylian, or Gerudo from what he heard, so he should be on this boat, right?
The person Legend was watching suddenly looked at him, and Legend quickly dove back into the water, panicking. He wasn’t supposed to be seen.
Legend quickly swam underneath the boat, trying to head back to shore to report on what he saw. Just when he was out in the open, a sharp pain went through his tail, and he let out a scream. Legend sunk to the ocean floor as his tail throbbed, and he looked at it to see a spear straight through his tail. Blood was mixing in with the water, and the pain was so bad that he couldn’t move his tail. He quickly reached for the spear, trying to gather up the courage to pull it out, but the pain was too much. A shadow went over him, and Legend noticed that the boat was on top of him. They’re after him, he thought in horror. He was going to get captured and possibly tortured for information on the other heroes, or he was going to get murdered for being a mermaid or for being a hero or something. He needed to get out now, but he couldn’t move his tail, he was stuck. He turned and saw a net coming towards him, and he gasped as he was scooped off the ocean floor, his tail throbbing as he folded up in the net. The net pulled up quickly, and Legend broke the surface coughing.
“Let me go! Let me go!” He started yelling as the net pulled him closer to the boat. He weakly punched the air, trying to land a hit on his captors.
“Woah woah woah! Hey it’s ok, it’s ok!” He heard a man yell out, and he was cut free from the net and was carried out gently, which surprised Legend. Was he not a captive?
Legend let out a yelp when he slipped out of the man’s hold, and he fell to the ground harshly. He heard the man curse under his breath and he was leaned up against him.
“Nice going Rusl.”
“I didn’t think he’d be so slippery!”
“He’s part fish, what did you expect?”
“I—I don’t know! Leave me alone!”
Legend looked up at the man he was leaned up against, who he assumed was named Rusl. He had dirty blonde hair that reached to the middle of his neck, with some scruffy facial hair on his chin and an interesting mustache around his mouth. He had light blue eyes and had a gentle expression when he looked down at Legend. He frowned apologetically and rubbed Legend’s arm.
“That got you good,” he muttered, looking at Legend’s injured tail, where another man with reddish-blonde hair looked over. “How… how does it look, Leon?”
Leon gave Rusl a look before returning to his tail.
“Well, the spear went right through his tail so, I can’t imagine it’s anything good,” he answered, grabbing the spear which caused Legend to whimper. “Linebeck, look away,” he said, and Legend noticed a tall man with dark brunette hair turn away, looking nauseous. Rusl held onto Legend’s hand as Leon broke the spear in half, pulling it through his tail. Legend hissed at the pain and felt his tail go numb.
“Hey Leon, did you ever consider that doing that would cause splinters?” A very short man who looked a lot like Hyrule stepped up, staring at the broken spear concerned.
“He’ll be fine.”
“Not if he has splinters.”
“He’ll be fine.”
Legend gulped and looked at his bleeding tail, feeling dizzy from the sight as Leon put pressure on the wound. He felt the magic twisting through his legs and he groaned in pain as his tail split back into two legs. Leon yelped at the sight, throwing his red cape over Legend before continuing to deal with his legs.
“Woah,” he heard Rusl mumble at the sight. “You can turn into a… fish?”
Legend let out a pained breath, smiling at the kind man. “A mermaid.”
“I see. I’ve never heard of mermaids before…”
“Yeah, well, I’m not really a mermaid, it’s just an item that I use whenever I get into water.”
Rusl stared at him blankly, and Legend chuckled at his confusion.
“It’s weird I know.”
Rusl smiled as Leon sat up and turned behind him. “Oy, Talon,” he called out, “bring me some bandages!”
“We don’t have any bandages!” He heard the man named Talon yell back. He sounded like he was inside the boat.
“Then bring me something that can be used as a bandage for Din’s sake!”
“Ok ok, don’t cuss at me!”
Legend took a deep breath, trying not to pass out from the pain and the blood, and Rusl rubbed his arm again.
“I’m so sorry about this,” he mumbled, and Legend waved it away.
“It’s ok, thank you for taking care of me—“ Legend was interrupted when he saw a man walk up to Leon with bandages. He felt his heart stop when he nearly recognized him, and he sat up, almost hitting Rusl’s chin with his head. “T-Tarin?” He blurted out, and the man looked at him in surprise. He looked behind him and looked back with confusion plastered on his face.
“Are ya talkin’ to me?” He asked, and Legend felt disappointment and embarrassment when he realized that he was definitely not Tarin. His hair was thinning at the top, his facial hair connected all the way to his sideburns, and his blue eyes did not match Tarin’s dark brown eyes. Legend looked down, tears uncontrollably welling up.
“I-I’m so s-sorry—I thought you were someone else,” he stammered.
“Oh, it’s ok kid, no harm done,” Talon said softly, handing a shirt to Leon. While Leon tore the shirt apart and began wrapping his leg, Legend stared at Talon. He had such a kind face, and now that he was looking at him more, he was looking a lot like his uncle. A lump formed in his throat and he looked away.
“So, uh, what’s your name?” Talon asked, breaking the silence.
“I’m Link,” Legend said without thinking. He probably should’ve kept his identity a secret, but these men were all so kind that he didn’t think about it. Leon froze and looked at him intensely.
“You’re Link? Are you traveling with other Links?”
“Um…” Legend stopped himself this time. They were all looking for the group… was it smart to say yes? “I… uh… I don’t know.”
“… you don’t know?”
“Uh… well I…” Legend looked around, panic beginning to bubble up in his chest. Rusl cleared his throat and Legend looked up at him.
“We’re only asking because we’re looking for our respective Links,” he explained. “Y’see, my son is Link, and most of us here also have a son named Link, we were hoping that our Links would all be together.”
Legend narrowed his eyes. Rusl’s son was Link? Which Link was he the father to? He honestly looked nothing like them. Not to mention his ears were rounded, not pointed. Was his son Sky? Sky had very small ears, but so did Warriors, maybe Warriors was his son…
“Hey,” Leon interrupted Legend’s thoughts. “It’s a simple question, are you traveling with Links?”
“Leon he’s overwhelmed, be patient with him,” Talon muttered, and Leon sighed.
“I-I’m sorry, Link,” he muttered, and Legend smiled.
“Hey, it’s ok. Who’s your son?”
Leon sat up straight, a hopeful gleam in his eye. “Um, his name is also Link… and uh… he has long blonde hair, he’s kind of braided it on one side though, and he’s very young…”
Legend hummed. “That sounds like Four.”
Leon nearly jumped up at that, causing Talon to yelp slightly.
“Four? As in the Four sword?”
“Uh, y-yes. We had to give each other nicknames so… he’s known as Four, mostly ‘cause of his eyes but also because of his four sword.”
Leon smiled slightly, then looked down. “He’s alright?”
“Last time I checked, yeah. He’s safe and sound.”
Leon sat back, running a hand through his hair, looking relieved. Legend smiled and sat up away from Rusl.
“Really, all the Links I’m traveling with are fine. I’m sure they’d be happy to see you.”
The men all made different sounds of relief at that, but Legend couldn’t help but notice the Linebeck man watching him strangely. Leon finished tying his bandages and gave his knee a pat.
“We'll take you inside, and maybe we’ll find you some clothes you can put on.”
Legend wrapped the red cape around him tighter in embarrassment. “Um… it’s ok my clothes are all on the beach.”
“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” Leon said, standing up. “Ok Linebeck you’re safe to look.”
“No, no you are not safe to look, Linebeck. There’s blood everywhere,” The short brown haired man stopped the tall man.
“Oh come on, his leg isn’t bleeding,” Leon muttered.
“There’s still blood everywhere!”
Legend chuckled at the men bantering, they reminded him of his own group. Rusl gave a small sigh and pulled Legend closer to him.
“Let me take you inside then,” he said softly. “I am… so sorry about this.”
Legend wrapped his arms around his neck as he was lifted off the ground. “Hey, it’s ok. I’m sure it wasn’t your fault anyways.”
Legend heard the others snort.
“No it was definitely his fault,” Leon said.
“I said that I saw a mermaid,” Linebeck started up, “and Rusl wasted no time to grab a spear and chuck it into the water.”
“He was so fast I didn’t have time to process what was going on!” The short brunette chuckled.
“He has a good aim I must admit.” Legend saw a different man with strikingly blue eyes leaning against a strange bird man. “It’s not easy to throw spears into the water, I’ve definitely tried.”
Rusl looked down ashamed. “Guys, enough.”
Talon picked up on his mood and stood up. “Alright y’all, let Rusl put Link inside. Leave him alone.”
The other men stopped and Rusl quickly turned to enter the inside of the boat. Legend watched him quietly as he was settled down in a bed. Rusl grabbed some blankets and set them down on top of Legend, and before he could leave, Legend grabbed his arm.
“Hey… it’s ok,” he said firmly. Rusl stared at him for a moment but smiled.
“Get some rest. We’ll get you once we reach the beach.”
Legend nodded and watched as Rusl left the bottom deck. He sighed and laid down, happily letting himself get rest.
#idk if any of y’all remember that meme I made where the guys are all making fun of Rusl#while trauma from shooting his son with an arrow in the leg was resurfacing#yeah this is what that meme was applying to dhsksbksnsk#rip rusl#I’ve been writing him to be very impulsive/ decisive#like he just does things mostly on instinct without putting much thought into it#I mean he does put some thought into the stuff#but he’s very quick about it#he doesn’t overthink#which… honestly he might now#lol#whumptober#whumptober day 15#whumptober 2023#strangers across eras#link between links#lbl legend#more hint at the puppeteer :3c
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“..smile for me, daddy..”
you take quite the liking to eren’s newest piece of jewelry!
oral sex (p + a eating), spit play, hair pulling, fingering, squirting, need I say more?
I’ve written this trope before but I’m doing it again because why not?! I can’t get it out of my head and I am pushing this agenda. (Also trying to ease back into writing because I’ve been bullshitting.)
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“What you think, my man? How ya’ like it?”
“..yeah, this is the one, dude..definitely the one..”
stood before the counter at Schiaparelli Jewelers, brandishing a mirror in one hand as the the other casually stroked over his chin, Eren’s lips curled into that of quite the smirk; in turn, refracting off of the light..to say that he was satisfied with the result of his latest commission, would be a very gross understatement. Schiaparelli’s had become a staple in Miami's Design District. A multi-generational business with a reputation that preceded them. With infamy rivaled next to Johnny Dang. Having catered to celebrities and the city’s elite alike, they curated the most beautiful pieces with the utmost care. Thus, earning them millions and a recurring clientele. Among those were the Underground God himself and seasoned musical maestro, EJ the Don. Who had gotten everything from his first chain to the wedding ring he placed on his beloved (y/n)’s finger a year prior. VVS diamonds glistened from the bottom row of his already perfectly aligned teeth as he examined the new grill he had just acquired. A spur of the moment decision he’d made on impulse while you were away on another modeling trip. The custom mold wrapped his entire bottom and encapsulated his canines with red stones. It was absolutely beautiful and although the piece had set him back roughly fifteen thousand, it was well worth it and deserved in his opinion! Having just been nominated for two writing awards and a third for album of the year. Awards season was approaching and although it wasn’t among his priorities to attend, it was still a feat worth celebrating. Not to mention, it was quite the confidence boost as well. He wasn’t one to base his self worth in extravagant jewelry or expensive clothes, but he was certainly feeling quite good about himself in these. He loved the way they looked against his lips and how they complimented his teeth.
dapping up the jeweler, EJ thanked the man once more and proceeded to give him quite the hefty payment for his services..of course, self gratification wasn’t the only reason he had gone and copped this new piece for his collection. He was actually hoping to get a little something more out of the deal..
“That’s what I like to hear, my man! Listen, how do you think the missus will react? Think she’ll like ‘em?”
a question he was certain he’d find out the answer to as you had just shot him a text, saying that you’d made it home and of course..to hurry back to you! Not a moment too soon, in his opinion. He’d spent all week longing to see you again and what better way to greet you than with a surprise like this?
“..I guess we’ll find out soon enough..”
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“Mmph…Rennnnn, baeee! Stop—oh my gosh…”
the words spilling out in a trail of whiny huffs being drawn forth from your mouth. Among many other lewd sounds leaving you at the moment. Just as he had expected, your reaction was one he could’ve spotted from a mile away..the second Eren made it back home through the door, (y/n) came rushing him as you leaped forth into his arms. It didn’t take long after spinning you around with an array of kisses for you to spot them..the faint glint from his mouth as you slowly pecked at it. It was when you took his bottom lip between your teeth and tugged gently, did you reveal his little secret. He could tell immediately from the glare on your face, just what you thought of it. That was also apparent by your sudden shift in demeanor..going from subtle, flirtatious kissing to full blown, unadulterated lust. He had no interest in setting you to your feet or halting your advances, especially when you continued to swirl your tongue around his own and continue filling his head with compliments. From how sexy he looked with them and how badly you desired to wet them up! “Yeah? I’m glad you like them, baby.” That was to say the least. He wasn’t shocked in the slightest and once he heard your opinions, he no longer felt any reservations about his purchase! So fast forward, and the two of you moved your little party to the downstairs game room, where he’d often reside on his days off. You’d find yourself on the leather couch in the corner, legs spread to either side as he feasted at your center. Nearly seven days had passed since you’d seen one another in person and nearly ten since you’d had any physical touch so it was obvious what was on either of your minds. Inked up fingers laced around your throat in an effort to make certain your eyes never shifted from his. Meanwhile, you couldn’t help but to glare down at him with tears and lust teeming at your waterline. A finger slid between your lips as your husband delicately flicked that tongue around your clit..and each time, he’d make certain to flash you a toothy grin. In which you’d catch those sparkling diamonds littering his mouth.
“You sure you want me to stop, baby? I mean..you were the one begging me to make you come in my mouth.” Prompting both of you to burst into laughter. He knew that it was only because you were so close to your peak. Apparent by the creamy secretions leaking down his chin and staining that silver. How he craved your essence, your flavor and the feeling of you dripping onto his tongue. How good it felt to hear your moans coagulating with the sounds of his loud slurping, erupting throughout the room. Those white toes resting atop his bare shoulder blades, curled up at the slightest brush of your little bud. “I-I..fuck, it just feels so good, baby. Please..keep going.” (Y/N) uttering with the heave of your chest, rising and falling at a rapid rate as you tried to control your breathing.
“That’s what I thought..now lay your pretty ass back and lemme take care of you..lemme eat this pussy. Missed you so bad..”
with that, he’d continue his ascent into your soaking cunt. Exploring every fold, crevice and every delectable part of his beautiful wife. It may have been his favorite pastime if he were being completely honest…eating you until he brought you to the brink of tears and ecstasy. There was something so satisfying about it. Especially with the euphoric feeling of those juices making contact with his mouthpiece. Your fingertips would run underneath his chin and stroke the side of his face as his own dug into the thick flesh of your thighs..kneading slowly and keeping you in place. “Fuck…you look so sexy. Shit..” tossing your head back and releasing another breathy giggle from the overstimulating pleasure. “..swear you gon’ make me come, daddy..right there.” Guiding him along with your hand and those loud whimpers. That sundress that wrapped your body was shuffled down to your tummy as it bunched up underneath your breasts. You’d alternate between them and those dark tresses of his, not entirely sure what to do with yourself as you were unraveling.
“Don’t tease me now, princess. I need all of that..please..”
only taking a breath momentarily to work a couple digits inside of that hole as it spasmed on the air. He knew you needed to be filled but for now, he wanted to continue his feast..in more ways than one. As he parted your legs even further and continued working those digits in and out, Eren tugged you towards him. The only time he’d become forceful, as to keep you restrained. Because whilst you were focusing on the gentle thrust of his fingers in your pussy, his tongue would snake south to your puckering hole. Where the tip prodded at it and he’d flick around until you were trembling. Pleasure only increased tenfold when you pinched at those sensitive nipples. You could barely contain yourself and it was only a matter of time before he’d be getting that sweet release. He’d squeeze at your plump asscheeks as he switched between your entrances. Lobbing each hole with a very generous amount of spit. Soft whimpers arose from your throat and even hitched but that wasn’t enough for him. He needed that body to fall apart within his grasp and to react only the way he could make it happen.
“Come on, gorgeous. Let me have it. You wanna come, don’t you?”
that toothy smirk appeared yet again along with a high pitched coo. It never fails to make you melt..with the nod of your head, you’d shake vehemently, just grasping at anything to feign off the swelling in the pit of your stomach. One that was only mere seconds from exploding.
“Aw, then let it out. Do what you said you would earlier..or you gon’ hold back on me?” Teasing as he continued to push up into your most sensitive spot. And it didn’t take long until you were exploding all over the couch and of course, those silver slugs lining your man’s mouth. “Fuck! Fuck!—“ “..thereeee we go!” (Y/N) released a shroud of juices that spilled onto the cushions and Eren let his tongue wag as he lapped up every single drop..those fingers sopping with your creaminess. Which he’d let you slurp off once you were able to compose yourself.
“Shit!..Kiss me..” whining as you tugged him up by his chain and into your grasp. Shoving that tongue back between his lips and tasting the remnants of yourself against those grills. Cupping his face between your palms, you’d pull away from each other to meet gazes once more. That’s when he’d smile for you once again and you’d swoon for him all over again.
“Yeah, I’m gonna need you to wear those more..like all the time.”
#cherry’s works ✦⭒#this is so cheesy#but i can’t stop thinking about it#aot x black reader#eren x black fem!reader#black fem reader#aot au#musician x influencer au#black reader smut#eren jaeger#eren jaeger x black reader#black reader#eren jaeger x reader#aot x black y/n#aot drabbles#aot smut#attack on titan#attack on titan au#attack on titan smut#attack on titan drabble#eren yeager#eren yeager x black reader#black fanfiction#smut drabble#snk au#snk drabble#snk smut#cw smut#cw spit#drabbles
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think about price who constantly refers to his lover as 'the wife' with lovesick eyes to 141
now imagine 141 loosing their SHIT on the inside when they first meet 'the wife' and she isn't some petite pretty little housewife like they imagined but instead a large ass man built like a fucking TANK and easily towers over Simon who is the tallest of the group. price still refers to him as 'the wife' with the dorkiest grin ever and 141 doesnt let him live it down, threatening him with telling 'the wife' whenever he doesnt let them do something stupid
(feral anon)
(i want to be 'the wife' so bad but sadly i am a short transmasc that doesn't look like a man at all)
(your posts cure my gender disphoria)
A/N: I loved this idea and I’ve been wanting to write a fluff piece for my old man so here u go, something very light hearted ! Excuse any mistakes I wrote it within an hour or so!
It’s no secret that Price likes to keep his private life and work life separated, not many people know he’s married and he likes to keep it that way.
However he has no qualms about 141 finding out about the person he loves so much, matter of fact Laswell was the first to know, all unplanned of course.
It all happened when the two of them snuck away from the rowdy group of men to smoke. Sitting inside would’ve been a better option. It was warm inside, they had decent lighting and were within hand’s distant to their drinks but that would also mean they were at risk of losing their hearing or getting elbowed in the stomach or face by the drunken men, so outside it is.
Price offers her his cigar, which she takes gracefully muttering something along the lines of “my wife doesn’t like it when I smoke” while taking a drag from the tobacco leaf.
“Neither does mine” he says with crows feet appearing around his eyes and lips curling up into a smile.
“You’re married?” Laswell says, only with a hint of surprise on her face as she hands the cigar back to him.
“Happily” he says smile still present as ever on his face before he takes a drag from the cigar as well “been that way for four years now”
She just nods in response before she takes the cigar back, and that’s pretty much how Laswell finds out about Price’s spouse.
The next person to find out about it is Gaz.
141 had been out on a mission that day, and Gaz had taken the impulsive decision to head straight into the fire in hopes of getting important intel. He’s managed to get it but not without getting scolded for his reckless behavior by Price. Hours later and the guilt is still eating at him so he decides to make his way over to Price’s office in an attempt to make amends with the older man.
Gaz takes a deep breath before he knocks on Price’s office door.
“Come on in” he hears the older man’s voice.
Gaz walks in only to be met with the sight of Price seated in his office chair, paper work scattered about on his desk and a cigar resting between his index and middle finger.
“Sir” Gaz says, awkwardly shuffling in place. “I’d like to apologize for earlier today”
“Already forgotten”
The surprise must’ve been clear on his face because the older man can’t help but chuckle.
“Sit down” Price says pointing at the chair opposite to him before taking another drag from the tobacco leaf.
Gaz swiftly takes a seat, hands resting on his knees, nervously chewing on his bottom lip.
There’s a moment of silence as Price rearranges the paper in a neat pile on his desk, pen carefully placed next to it before he speaks again.
“You got someone special waiting for you back home?”
Once again Gaz is surprised but this time the older man just looks at him and smiles.
“I do, sir”
“So do I” Price says smile getting bigger as he folds his arms across his chest and leans back in his chair. “Oh don’t look at me like that I’m not that old am I?”
“No - no sir” Gaz says, hands awkwardly flailing about and feeling his ears burn as he blurts out the words.
Price’s smile grows even bigger before he begins to explain “point is I’m sure that special someone wants you back home alive, if anything were to happen to me I’m sure the wife would find a way to haunt me in the after life”
Price’s gaze falls to his hands, fingers fidgeting with his wedding band.
Oh.
The wife.
The ring.
The captain is married.
“Sometimes we have to do things we rather not do to make sure we come back home to them, keep that in mind Garrick”
“Yes sir” Gaz says, mind still processing this new found information.
“Good, now if you excuse me I have someone to call,”
Gaz without thinking says “the wife?”
Price only chuckles but nods his head in confirmation “the wife”
Soap is the third person to find out and it happens while 141 are relaxing on base, playing cards and drinking beer.
Price walks in with black slacks and a white button, rolled all the way up to his elbows. On top of that there’s an invisible trail of cologne that seems to follow his form.
“Captain! Come join us” soap says not even looking up at the man but instead keeping laser focus on the cards in his hand.
“No can do boys I’m heading out with the wife”
Soap almost drops the cards in his hand, head turning so fast Price is surprised he doesn’t get whiplash. “You’re married?”
“I am” Price says trying to suppress his chuckle when he sees Gaz peaking at Soap’s cards. “You weren’t planning on proposing were you soldier?” Price jokes which sends the rest of the group into a fit of laughter.
Soap physically recoils at that, head turning back to his cards and muttering a “to you captain? No thanks”
“Alright then, I’m heading out” Price says, choosing to ignore soaps comments, as he pulls on his jacket“don’t wait up!”
As Price makes his way over to the front door, he hears the group continuing to tease soap, can even hear the Scotsman accuse Gaz of looking at his cards, but he quickly forgets about everything as he sees you parked outside and waiting for him.
Ghost was very well aware of Price’s spouse, had even been the first person to know that Price was planning to propose.
The two of them had been in an entirely different squad, and less familiar with each other when they got sent out on a mission. A lot of things went wrong that day so much so Ghost and Price weren’t sure if the both of them would get back home alive. So Price had taken the opportunity to tell him about this special someone, how he was planning to propose to this person when they were scheduled to go back home, had even forced a wedding band in the palm of Ghost’s hand and told him to give it to the person if Price doesn’t make it out alive.
Luckily the both of them had managed to get out alive and Ghost had gotten the opportunity to watch Price put the ring on this person’s hand.
With that being said Ghost should be able to recognize this person if they were to appear in front of him but it’s been years so when he hears someone asking where Price is he doesn’t think twice about telling them, chalking it up to some poor lost recruit looking for the captain, while keeping his eyes on the weapon he’s cleaning.
However he doesn’t get to do much more before he hears another voice.
“Who’s the guy?” says soap, confusion clear in his tone.
Ghost turns to the other man and the annoyance must’ve been clear in his eyes because Soap raises his hands in an apologetic manner. “Oh sorry did i interrupt something important “ he says with a smile on his face.
“Anyway a tall really tall dude maybe taller than the ghost?” He pauses as if contemplating before he continues to explain “was looking for Price, really buff too…” he trails off while glancing down at his arms “hey you think I should work out more?”
Ghost just sighs before he returns to cleaning his weapon but he’s once again interrupted when Gaz walks in.
“Captain wants to see us in his office”
And that’s when he fully gives up on the task as he follows the two other men over to Price’s office, grumbling over why the captain was calling them over while putting up with the chatter from the Scotsman telling Gaz all about the giant that just passed him.
It doesn’t take much before they find themselves in front of Price’s office.
Through the door they can hear Price’s voice along with a much deeper voice, holding a conversation.
Soap is the first to knock on the door, while sharing confused glances with the two other men.
“Come in”
The three men enter the room only to be met with the sight of Price standing behind his office chair where a man is sitting in it, both of them sporting equally bright smiles on their faces.
“Boys” Price says, face ever so proud as he looks down at the man “meet the wife”
The man stands up, tall just like Soap had described him and when he reaches a hand out they see a wedding band that matches the one on Price’s hand.
“I’m the wife” you say with a big smile on your face.
#anonie me and u can still be /the wife/ fawk what everyone says 🤝#alec answers#john price#john price x reader#john price x male reader#call of duty#captain john price#captain john price x male reader#captain john price x reader#scribbles#feral anon
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Baby Matching Outfits
Requested: Yes [Since request are open.........I HAVE ONE.... CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE 141, KÖNIG, ALE, KEEGAN. WERE THEY MATCH THERE OUTFIT WITH THEY'RE KIDS, BUT YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT IT AND THEY COME TO YOU AND SHOW (YOU KEEP THEM ASKING WHERE IS YOURS)🤭💞 PLEASE CAN YOU WRITE 🥹🫶]
Warnings: Sweet enough to rot your teeth
A/N: Trimmed off Price to make this six characters (the limit).
Gaz
Gaz grinned proudly at you as he held your daughter in his arms, the little one grabbing at the controller design on his t-shirt, probably recognizing it as the same thing that she’d see her Daddy holding when she was snuggled up next to him or in his lap as he played. A favorite activity of his, he liked to pretend that she was playing with him.
“I think this is the best purchase I’ve ever made before.” He tells you, bouncing Sunshine in his arms when she started to get a bit fussy. “I think she likes it! It’s a sign that she’ll like playing video games just as much as me.”
Ghost
Ghost does it unintentionally. It’s likely something that you bought because why wouldn’t you? It’s cute, references him, and it was just overall wholesome. But Ghost never really wears the shirt, and even more rarely puts the onesie on Asa. He just doesn’t understand the point. But he’s in a rush one morning to surprise you at work so he throws on the first shirt he sees and dresses your daughter in the onesie at the top of the pile.
Which leads to him holding Asa, surrounded by a group of your coworkers cooing about how cute it is that he’s matching his daughter. It’s very uncomfortable for him to say the least and he’s forever grateful when you finally meet him in the middle, shyly fiddling with Asa’s little hands.
Soap
It was a spur of the moment decision for Soap. He’d already been on his way to meet you, Bombi in his arms, when he saw the matching set in the window of a store. Ever the impulse shopper, Soap hadn’t even thought twice about whipping out his wallet and changing out his shirt and Bombi’s onesie in the bathroom before continuing on his way.
And of course he basked in the attention he got from you, even if 99% of it went to Bombi instead of him. He was proud that you liked it! “Maybe next time all of us can match, yeah?” He says, already coming up with a million and one ideas on how to do just that.
Alejandro
The matching outfits were given to him by his Mama, a late Father’s Day gift! She didn’t read English very well so she really only saw the cowboy hats and went “Perfect!!!!!” And Alejandro couldn’t help but agree. Which would be why he changed them both into the matching outfits right away and swiftly started making his way to your work, a grin on his face at every compliment he received along the way.
And then he was standing in front of you, practically glowing with pride as you cooed over him and your daughter, tickling her chubby tummy before giving him a kiss on the cheek. He definitely wouldn’t mind matching with your little one again.
Keegan
Keegan is really not one for dressing up. Barely owns a decent pair of jeans and a single shirt or two without holes all over. To say he doesn’t really care about his appearance when he’s not deployed is an understatement. Life Ghost, he probably matched with Skully unintentionally. Threw on the first shirt he saw and went with it.
So he was definitely confused when you kept giggling to yourself, looking between him and Skully, tickling the boy’s tummy as you complimented Keegan on his fashion sense. That was when he finally noticed and couldn’t help but chuckle, reaching over to hold one of Skully’s little hands in his. Maybe he could dress up a little better, as long as he matched the little one.
König
König loves to match with Princess! He has several matching shirts and onesies for him and her and he likes to wear them whenever possible. Today is one such day, your tiny baby in his arms, whining all the way to the park where he would be meeting you for lunch.
And oh he just melted when you cooked over them both, praising him for finding such cute clothes as you gently readjust the crocheted cap on Princess’ head, amused by the floppy green ears that were attached.
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I See Hell in Your Eyes
Chapter Ten
“Flash your teeth though the inside hurts.”
Vampire!Josh x Vampire!Reader
Authors Note: Happy Valentine’s Day my loves!! The nature of this chapter absolutely called for being posted today, and I had a blast writing it. Enjoy!!
Word Count: 8,589
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, Minors DNI, blood play, cum play, hand jobs, biting, swearing, descriptions of blood, I do believe that’s it!
The next night, you were awoken by a freshly-turned Vampire kissing all over your face.
“Sweetheart…it's after eight…,” he whispered against your cheek. Your nose crinkled and you blinked your eyes open, only to find your favorite dark brown irises inches above yours.
“Yeah? So?”
“As nice as this place is…I miss my bed, and I miss having you in it even more,” he grinned at you.
You sat up and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, “you got me there..I should probably go let Dimitri know we need to get-”
“Already taken care of, sweetheart,” he said as he pecked the side of your mouth.
You looked at him in confusion, “what do you mean?”
“While you were still asleep Dimitri came around and asked if we needed anything, to which I politely explained we needed to be on our way and after a little back and forth everything was settled and he’s got a car waiting for us downstairs to take us back to your apartment.”
You arched an eyebrow at your Vampire, “what do you mean ‘a little back and forth’?”
Josh’s eyes twinkled at you while the previous conversation ran through his head.
The new Vampire had woken up before you did, and turned towards the door when he heard it open after a soft knock. Dimitri dipped his head in and gave Josh a nod as he walked in.
“Good evening, dear Joshua,” he greeted warmly.
“Hi Dimitri,” he replied stiffly.
“I hope you are comfortable here, despite the circumstances.”
Carefully, Josh replied, “you’ve been very generous…all things considered, but I think we need to go home soon, if that's possible.”
Dimitri nodded, “of course. I didn’t plan on keeping you here longer than necessary, but I didn’t want to just toss you out as soon as you were turned. I can have both of you driven back, it's the least I can do.”
Josh looked at him gratefully, “that would be great, thanks.”
The older Vampire glanced at you, still fast asleep, “it's funny, twenty-four hours ago I came to check on you and she was the one watching you sleep. She needs her rest, though.”
Josh nodded in agreement and looked down at your sleeping form, “she absolutely does.”
“I wanted to use this opportunity to thank you for your decision, and saving not only yourself, but her as well.”
“It was a no-brainer.”
Dimitri eyed him curiously, “You know that wasn’t the first time I’ve offered a hunter the opportunity to be turned?”
“Really?”
“Oh yes. Your…people aren’t as stealthy as you think. Many of them get too cocky and end up being caught. So naturally I give them a choice. Death…or new life as one of us. As someone who grew up in that environment, I’m sure you know that many willingly chose death rather than to ever know the true decadence of blood. I’m sure on your end it's spun to make it seem like choosing death was the “better” choice. That it’s more “noble” to die a human than to live as a Vampire.” Josh looked down at his lap, knowing what Dimitri said was true. “But I’ll tell you right now, dear Joshua, that you? You were the first to ever say yes. The immediate agreement, to lay down your human life just to save…her. To give up the sun? For her. A fool would have watched our conversation and said that you weren’t thinking, that it was impulsive. But I saw your eyes. I saw how you clutched her hand, rubbed her knuckles, and I saw how you didn’t even hesitate. You committed the ultimate sin as a hunter to save the Vampire you love…So don’t downplay what you did. Being turned isn’t an easy process by any means, and agreeing to it is not a small decision. I know it wasn’t easy for her, either.”
Josh looked over at you again, and gently took your hand that was resting over the covers, “I know…”
“Now, I’m not one to spread other Vampire’s business, as it's not my story to tell, but I’ve known her long enough to know what she’s been through,” the older Vampire eyed Josh pointedly, hoping he’d get the hint.
“She’s alluded to some things,” he replied distantly.
“One doesn’t live for over three centuries without being put through the wringer. When I met her in 1923, she was very lost, and clearly hurting. She’s come a long way since then, Joshua.”
Josh nodded slowly.
“Don’t ruin that.”
“I don’t…I don’t think I even have it in me to hurt her,” Josh said softly.
Dimitri breathed through his nose and nodded, “good. I’d hate to have to give you a guided tour of the tunnels underneath this house.” The two Vampires maintained eye contact for nearly a minute, coming to an understanding. The older of the two relaxed his shoulders and smiled at Josh. “Now, the other part of our deal will begin in two nights.”
Josh raised his eyebrows, “the other half?”
“Yes, the two of you making appearances at my other Blood Den establishments?”
Realization crept over his face, “oh…that.”
“Don’t sound too excited, Joshua. You will have VIP status at every Den you visit, along with transportation and sleeping arrangements. I’ll spare no expense.”
Josh furrowed his brow curiously, “what do we…what do we have to do?”
Dimitri threw his hands up, “honestly, not much. Your presence alone will garner enough attention. At the most you’ll just answer the same questions over and over again from patrons wanting to know your story from your perspective.”
“My story?”
He gave Josh a flat look, “yes, your story. How you loved your Vampire so much that you renounced your entire hunter bloodline to save her and be with her forever. You’ll quickly find out that Vampires love a classic love story, and trust me word travels fast with us.”
Josh was skeptical, but he had no choice in the matter, “ok…”
Dimitri’s tone was significantly lighter than before, “excellent. I’ll have a car pick you both up at her apartment. You’ll use my private jet.”
Of course he had a private jet, Josh thought. His thoughts wandered as Dimitri prattled off the itinerary. He’d only have two nights before his next “chapter” would begin. Which meant he only had two nights with Jake before he took off…again. Fuck. He knew without seeing him that Jake had been a wreck this whole week, he didn’t even need his ‘twintuition’ to know that. He knew how Jake was, and how much Jake despised sudden change. Especially this kind of change.
“...and the last week of October you’ll land in New Orleans. That Den isn’t necessarily new by any means, but it's currently under renovation and will be ‘reopening’ that week, just in time for Halloween!”
Josh blinked as he refocused, “is Halloween a big deal for Vampires?”
Dimitri wobbled his head, “not necessarily but we love a good theme. Plus it makes it a lot easier to walk around the city covered in blood.”
“Makes sense.”
“Anyway, I’d best get going while the two of you continue to rest. I’ll text you further details soon.”
Josh was once again confused, “how do you have-”
“Oh my dear Joshua, I know so much more than you think,” he flashed him a smile before swiftly exiting the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. You rolled over with an incoherent mumble, and the newly-turned Vampire stared at your sleeping form, deep in thought.
“The point is, we have about two nights before we’re off on our next adventure,” he kept his tone light, not wanting to worry you. He gave you a brief rundown of the plans Dimitri had, but he left out the part of the conversation where he discussed your past.
“...so we only have two nights to pack and essentially be ‘on the road’ for the next two months?”
“At least, yeah.”
“Are you ok with that?”
“I mean…we don’t really have a choice do we? It was part of the deal.”
You looked off for a second, deep in thought, “sure…are you ready for your new life to begin, Boy Scout?”
He smiled, flashing the tooth gap, “as long as you’re with me.”
You feigned an eye roll, “if I must!” Smiling yourself, you lifted up to rest on your elbows and gave him a secure kiss, relishing in how he melted into you.
~!~
The ride back to your apartment was a lot smoother to say the least, which led Josh to believe that Dimitri’s men drove like maniacs on purpose that first time. Knowing that you were in a time crunch, the two of you took a completely G-rated shower, and redressed as quickly as you could.
You could tell that Josh was anxious to get back to his apartment, the gravity of the last few days catching up to him. He took a few turns a little too fast, and ran a couple red lights, but you just reached over and took his hand, comforting him while he drove.
He wanted to call Jake, or at least text him, but he was at a complete loss for words. How would he even start the conversation, ‘hey bro i’m still alive…sort of…be there in ten?’ Any type of conversation starter fell flat and clunky in his head. It sounded shitty, but showing up in person was his best bet.
The block of his apartment came into view, and thankfully a space on the curb was free. In probably the worst parallel parking job he’d ever done, Josh’s Jeep pulled to a stop. He nearly jumped out of the car, not even noticing he had used his new-found speed to circle it to open your door. You gave him a sympathetic look, and squeezed his hand as you stepped on the sidewalk. He appreciated the gesture, knowing what you were trying to silently say: that it would be alright. But as sweet as you were, he still felt like he had a rock sitting at the pit of his stomach, sinking lower and lower as he ascended to the third floor where the attic stairs started. He looked down at his phone and noted that it was after eleven o’clock, nearing midnight. But he knew Jake would be up. In fact part of him wondered if his twin had slept at all these past few days.
With a final breath, he gripped your hand and slowly made his way up those narrow stairs. Every familiar creak and groan of the wood normally would comfort him, but as of now it just made his anxiety worse. Finally you two made it to that top, barely-there landing, with only two inches of wood separating him from his other half.
Because of his sharp hearing, he was able to decipher several voices from the other side. Familiar voices. He gave you a curious look before trying the door, finding it unlocked. With a shaky hand he pushed the door open all the way, fully unprepared for the sight on the other side.
You were also frozen in place, as you did not know two of the faces that greeted you in your Vampire’s apartment. Sitting on that beat-up sofa, was a rather muscular man with a dark mane of curly hair. His dark eyes were fixed at the doorway, his mouth slightly agape.
Standing in the middle of the room, was a rather Jesus-looking individual, with long skinny legs and equally long arms. His dark brown sanpaku eyes were darting between the two of you, as if he was unsure of what he was seeing.
“Josh…?” the one that looked like Jesus said softly. He blinked a few times before rushing over and nearly tackling him in a bone crushing hug. You took a few steps down to give them space on the landing. Josh squeezed him back just as much, burying his face into the taller man's neck.
“Hey Sammy…,” he muffled.
So this was Sam, his little brother. Well, little in age only. He had nearly half a foot on Josh. The realization made your eyes water, as the memory of Josh leaving that voicemail echoed in your mind.
Sam pulled back, just enough to rest his hands on Josh’s shoulders.
“You’re ok…,” his voice was still soft.
“Yeah…yeah I am,” Josh said, nearly whispering.
Sam turned to go back inside, his hand still on his brother’s shoulder, but an invisible force kept Josh from following him across the threshold. Because the owner of the building was human, and Josh was only renting, he’d have to be invited into his own apartment. It was a weird technicality that you yourself still didn’t fully understand, but you couldn’t change it.
Josh looked up at Sam, hoping he’d remember this bit of Vampire lore. His cheeks flushed slightly out of embarrassment, another bit of reality sinking in.
Quick on his feet, Sam put two and two together fast enough that he very smoothly went, “hey come on in, Danny’s here!”
Josh’s shoulders relaxed instantly and he followed his little brother through the doorway. He was grateful that Sam was on top of his creature lore, or as his fancy degree was called: cryptozoology. He graduated second in his class, bested only by some girl he always complained about in his phone calls home, but her name escaped Josh at the moment.
Since you were already invited into this apartment, you had no trouble following the two men inside and shutting the door behind you.
The other man, who you assumed was Danny, had stood up from the sofa and slowly walked over. He was even taller than Sam, but not by much. His curly hair fell just past his shoulders, and his hazel eyes and striking nose had you nearly transfixed. Josh had never mentioned Danny to you personally, so you wondered what relation he was to the rest of them. But something…something else was different about him in particular. For one, he smelled different than the rest, and two, there was this energy behind his eyes that was very peculiar. He wasn’t human, that was clear. But what was he? You studied him, and he seemed to catch on to your stare, and he met your gaze briefly, the color of his dark iris flashing an amber color so fast you almost missed it. Did his eyes just flicker? Or was it the light? No. He wasn’t-, you thought, it had been a good few years since you had run into one of them.
Werewolves, that is.
“Good to have you back, man,” Danny said as he gave Josh a warm hug.
As heartwarming as this scene was, it was interrupted by the sound of slow, stomping boots. Jake.
Josh looked behind Danny, and saw his twin approaching with his arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his face. They stared into each other's eyes. As tired of a cliche it was, it really was like looking into a mirror. But Jake's eyes were tired, the circles underneath them were even more prominent than normal, and the question on whether he had gotten any sleep lately was answered.
This time it was Josh who nearly tripped on his feet to get to him, wrapping his arms around Jake’s shoulders and burying his face into his neck. Jake stiffened at first, and after a few excruciating seconds, slowly uncrossed his arms and wrapped them around Josh’s back. They almost looked like puzzle pieces this way, perfectly fitting together with their same height and builds.
Even from the other side of the apartment, you could hear the shaky breaths the two were taking, as if both of them were trying to keep it together. But neither could fight it anymore, and the shaky breaths tumbled into full on muffled sobs.
You had to turn away, it was too much for you. Quickly you found a spot on the floor, a scratch in the hardwood to focus on. But as emotional as it was, you were glad that Josh was able to see his brothers before whatever Dimitri had in store for you started.
However, the spot on the floor couldn’t stop your ears from hearing Josh whisper to Jake, “told you I’d be ok…” After a few minutes, the twins pulled apart and quickly rubbed their eyes dry.
Josh seemed to snap right back into “lighten the mood” mode and immediately formally introduced you to both Sam and Danny.
Sam, it seemed, had inherited a charm very similar to his oldest brother, and gave you a warm smile as he shook your hand, “so you’re the Vampire from the file…,” he threw a look at Josh, “that he stole.”
Seizing the opportunity, “oh, the file that was almost entirely incorrect?”
Sam’s smile fell slightly but he recovered, “if that’s the case I’d love to correct it.”
Josh watched the exchange, and noticed that Sam was still holding your hand. He arched an eyebrow as he looked from you to Sam.
“Anyway, this is Danny, Sam’s childhood best friend,” he said loudly to get you to look over at him.
“More of a brother, really,” Sam corrected, his eyes twinkling playfully at you.
“It's lovely to meet you,” Danny said, his low voice causing you to turn your attention to him and shake his hand. His pulse was different from a human’s; faster, and his hand felt significantly warmer.
“Likewise…”
Exasperated, Josh guided you over to the sofa. CiCi had made her way over and sat to your left. You barely knew her, but her presence was a comfort to you already. You couldn’t decide who was more calm, her or Danny. Sam wedged himself between you and Josh after pulling a black notebook out of his bag.
“Not that fucking notebook…,” Josh said with an eyeroll. You looked at Josh confused and he answered, “he writes everything in those things. You’ve been through, what, forty of them by now?”
“Fifty-six, actually,” Sam retorted while flipping to a blank page.
“For…what?” You asked.
“Important scientific research of course!”
Josh leaned forward and gave you a look, “he wants to be the Jane Goodall of supernatural creatures.”
Sam’s lips parted in offense, “Jane Goodall is a hero.”
You turned to CiCi and whispered, “is it always like this?”
She nodded, “just be glad they haven’t tackled each other yet.”
“Yet,” Danny said with a shake of his head and a small laugh.
Sam, undeterred by his older brother, leaned over to you with curious eyes, “so…do you have a favorite blood type?”
“You don’t have to answer that,” Josh leaned forward to cut in.
You chuckled and smiled at Sam, “A Negative is always a good one.” Instantly Sam scribbled down your answer, nodding his head.
The mood in the apartment remained light, despite the circumstances, but you felt eyes on you every so often. Eyes that were identical to your boyfriends. Jake hadn’t fully joined in on merriment, preferring to sit at the little table across the room with a beer. Danny sat across from him but Werewolf was fully engaged in the conversation. Jake remained quiet.
Sam distracted you from it all by bringing over the file he had made about you and nearly grilled you on things that he “somehow got wrong.” He gave Josh a look when he saw the handwritten, favorite color: purple, note on the first page. But seeing it again made you look at Josh with warm eyes, remembering when he had you up against that tree.
“...Natasha is going to be so jealous when I get back,” Sam mused quietly as he crossed out sections in the file and made corrections.
“Since when are you talking to her again?” Josh asked.
Sam squirmed slightly and chewed his lip, “we’ve been…we’ve been working together…”
You looked at them confused, “whose Natasha?”
“This girl Sam went to college with that he’s had a thing for forever,” Josh laughed.
“What do you mean, ‘working together’?” Jake finally spoke.
Sam’s face was getting redder by the second, “she needed help for a research project and I…volunteered to help and she’s been helping me organize a lot of my archives ever since.”
“That’s one way of putting it…,” Danny said.
Sam gave him a hard look, “that's all we’re doing. It’s completely professional.”
Josh looked at Danny, knowing the Werewolf would know the truth, “really?”
“Oh I stay far away from whatever it is they get up to in the basement,” he threw his hands up in defense.
Josh gave Sam a disgusted look, “really…in the basement?”
“Oh my god that’s not what happens!” The room quickly dissolved into laughter at Sam’s embarrassment, with the exception of Jake, who fell back into silence.
In the lull, Josh looked over at you, a little nervous about telling his brothers that he was going to be leaving the following night. Sam leaned forward, writing in his notebook, which let you reach behind him to gently twirl some Josh’s curls in your fingers. He still couldn’t get over how much your touch soothed him.
With a deep breath, Josh looked around the room at everyone, “I umm…well we…have something to tell you.” Four sets of eyes turned to you specifically, wondering what Josh was talking about.
“What is it,” CiCi asked.
“We’re umm…we’re leaving tomorrow night,” he said quickly.
“What do you mean you’re leaving?” Jake’s voice was sharp and bitter.
“Part of the…deal…was that if Josh was turned, the two of us would make a few appearances at some Blood Dens that Dimitri owned,” you answered.
“Why?”
“It's kind of a marketing thing, and it’s only for a few months-”
Jake cut you off, “are you fucking kidding me? Not only do you get to turn him into one of you but now you have to parade him around like some traveling freak show?”
“That’s not what this is,” Josh cut in, giving Jake a warning look.
“Oh, please enlighten me how it’s not, Josh,” he replied with an eyeroll.
Josh scoffed, “look, it's only until the end of October, and then I’ll be free to do whatever I want.”
Jake straightened his shoulders, “not everything,” the implication was heavy in the air. He looked down at his watch, and then looked up at CiCi, “I think it's time we get to the hotel.”
“Jake…,” Sam tried but he was ignored.
Josh stood up at this, “what do you mean the hotel?” You looked around and noticed that the air mattress was no longer on the floor, and that their bags weren’t there either.
“When Sam and Danny got here yesterday I got a room at the same hotel they were staying at. My back couldn’t take the air mattress anymore.”
Josh deflated a little, “you don’t…you don’t have to do that there’s plenty of room here.”
Jake stood and waved his hand, “it’s fine. It’s almost 1 AM anyway.”
Before anyone could protest he was out the door. You needed to talk to Jake, you needed to explain. You stood up and went after him, distantly hearing CiCi apologize to Josh on Jake’s behalf.
You followed him all the way out to the street, before he turned around and gave you a hard stare.
“Can I help you?”
“Jake please just let me-”
“I don’t want to hear it,” he shoved his hands in his pockets and turned his head to look down the street. He turned back to face you, “you know we’re five minutes apart, right?”
The chilly night air nipped at your ankles as you silently listened.
“There was a running joke that Josh pushed me out of the way to come out first and he’s held it over my head our whole lives,” he looked down at his feet and twisted the toe of his boot into the sidewalk, “five minutes. Five minutes older. Five minutes wiser. And now?” He looked up and locked eyes with you, “Now I’m 48 hours older than him and it doesn’t feel right at all.” He mumbled the next bit, as if you weren’t supposed to hear it, “I’m not meant to be older.”
Jake turned away from you for a moment, nearly turning around so you couldn’t see his face, but the small sniff and the way he quickly rubbed at his face was a dead giveaway. You felt like absolute shit. The guilt was still eating away at you, even if Josh tried to reassure you that he was fine. It was more than Josh, and you couldn’t help but blame yourself.
Eventually, after a few tense minutes, he turned back to you. Dark, red-rimmed eyes looked at you in pure disgust, “all I’m saying is…you better be fucking worth it.”
Before you could open your mouth you heard the rest of the group make their way downstairs and through the front door of the building. They filtered out onto the sidewalk one by one, trying to not let the moment be as awkward as it already was. You looked at Josh who was trying his best to look unbothered, but you could see through it.
CiCi gave you a small hug and whispered, “he just needs time…,” referring to Jake.
You nodded and hugged her back, before looking over at Sam who had files tucked under his arm.
“Are you going too?”
Sam nodded, giving you a sympathetic look. He turned and gave Josh a hug, mumbling something about finally getting his files back, and to text him later. Danny stood there rather awkwardly, but he looked at you, and flashed his eyes again quickly. It was a small formality that Werewolves did, they were very big on nonverbal communication. But you understood it, and nodded as he turned to get into his car.
Jake pulled Josh into a final hug, not as intense as the one earlier, but almost. He pulled away and like Sam, told Josh to call him later. The four of them got into their respective vehicles and drove off to whatever hotel they were staying at, leaving you and Josh alone on the street. His eyes were fixed on Jake’s car in particular, watching it drive off until it took a left and disappeared out of sight.
You turned to your Vampire, taking his hand into yours, “are you ok?”
“I just…let's get back inside…”
Later on in the night, the two of you were cuddled up in Josh’s bed. He had been quiet after everyone left, and you tried to distract him by helping him take down his evidence wall. Sam had collected everything that Josh had “stolen” but there were still other photos and notes left behind. Everything was carefully put in a spare box in Josh’s tiny closet, next to his old crossbow.
Now, he laid against your chest, letting your arms circle him and your hands gently twist the curls at the base of his neck. Occasionally he’d leave lazy kisses on the forearm closest to his face, working his way up to your palm.
“He’s never looked at me like that before,” he mumbled into your skin.
“It’s a lot all at once, Boy Scout,” you whispered to him.
Josh nodded, “I know it’s just…it’s Jake, you know?”
You reached up to his face and stroked his cheek with your thumb, “he’ll come around.”
He readjusted himself to lie fully on top of you, face hovering above yours, “I wanted to tell you something the other night, before you- before I…before I was turned.”
You tilted your head curiously, “tell me what?”
“The first night at that bar, when I was watching you,” he started, suddenly nervous, “it was more than your outfit and general demeanor that let me know who -or what- you were.”
“I’m confused…”
“I walked in, and I took one look at the crowd and found you instantly. You weren’t paying attention to anything but your phone, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”
“But you…you hated me that night…”
His cheeks reddened, hating how it sounded, “I know…and I’m sorry, I think that's what pissed me off even more.”
Josh was being so vague and not getting to the point, but you played along, “and what was that?”
“That you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen,” he said, his shoulders visibly relaxing, brown eyes softening even more, “it was like two sides of my brain were fighting each other. On one hand, I had a voice in my head reminding me of ‘why’ I was there, and why I was looking for you in the first place. That you were one of them. But the other part of me, in all my years of hunting, had never realized that Vampire’s could be as pretty as you. I never looked at any twice before that night. They were just numbers and jobs. But you? You almost looked…familiar. I stood at that pool table trying to think if I had ever come across you before, but I didn’t. I would’ve truly remembered if I did.” His fingers traced patterns on your cheek, “I couldn’t help but think, there you are, at the sight of you. And not in the way that I had found my target, but in the way that I was seeing you again for the first time in a long time.”
You were truly at a loss for words, having never had someone speak to you so beautifully, “Josh I-”
“I remember what I said the other night, as well.”
You licked your lips, eyes shining with tears, “...and what did you say?”
“I think you know,” a smile formed on his face.
“Then say it, Josh,” you teased.
He lowered his face to brush his lips against yours so softly that your heart stuttered, before pulling away just enough to look you in the eyes, “I love you, sweetheart.”
You grasped his cheeks in your hands, “I love you too, Boy Scout,” before pulling him back down to kiss him again. Instantly, he melted into you and smiled against your lips.
In a flash, the little clothing you both had on was thrown in different directions, leaving you naked on those blue plaid sheets. Your legs wrapped around his waist as your tongue pushed its way past his lips. He moaned into your mouth and grinded into you, nearly gliding his cock through your folds with how wet you were. You rolled him over with ease, kissing along his jawline and down his neck. Out of habit, you were still being careful with him, not wanting to bet too rough.
Josh seemed to sense that you were holding back and as you were kissing your way across his adam’s apple, he said, “what are you holding back, for?”
You paused, while you were very much aware of his new state of being, you were so used to your hunter being a human that the thought of throwing him around like you truly wanted to still seemed out of the question. With a shrug, you fiddled with the hair on his chin with your fingers, not looking up at him.
He sat up slightly, resting on his elbows, “I’m not that delicate anymore, you know.”
This caused you to look up at him, staring into those perfect brown eyes, “you’ll always be delicate to me, Boy Scout.”
His eyes softened, appreciating the sentiment while he reached up and stroked your face, “and I love that, but we’re both Vampires now, show me how it really goes…”
A wicked grin spread across your face, “you want me to be rough with you, Josh?”
He nodded, eagerly.
Your eyes darkened at him, and using your strength you pushed him back down onto his back, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss. His hands gripped your hips to the point his fingertips turned white. You moved down his jaw once again and onto his neck, sucking hickeys that stayed for just a couple of minutes before healing. Your nails dug into his hips, and this time you weren’t as concerned if they broke the skin or not.
Your fangs hadn’t lowered yet, but you were biting your way down his body, enjoying his flesh between your teeth. He threw his head back onto the pillow, mouth agape and eyes closed. Your hand wrapped around his cock as your tongue licked a stripe where his thigh met his body. Your Vampire was an absolute mess of cusses and moans, and he didn’t even know what you had in store for him. You took the head of his cock into your mouth, lapping up the precum and smiling around him as he nearly shouted at the contact. His hands were gripping the sheets, with the very real possibility that he could rip them at any second. You worked your way down his cock, taking every inch of him in your mouth until your nose brushed against the curls at the base. Your tongue worked the underside of him as you bobbed your head.
But before he could get close, you pulled off of him and trailed light kisses down his right thigh. The sigil that he had been given was still there, but was no longer warm or pulsing due to him no longer being human. For now, it was just a pretty tattoo, and a reminder of his past. The real prize was the artery just below it, its pulse singing in your ears as you left open mouth kisses around it.
“Do you remember when I mentioned drinking from someone's thigh?”
Josh sat up a little at this, and in his lust-fueled haze he nodded.
“I never got to do this with you when you were human, and in all honesty I was afraid it would get out of control if I did. But as you said, you’re not human anymore, are you?”
His eyes darkened as he stared down at you, “no…not at all…”
“Would you like me to show you?”
He trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, and his cock twitched in your hand at the thought.
“Please…,” he breathed.
With a smile, your fangs lowered in place, and you went back to his thigh, grazing his flesh with them. You pinpointed exactly where you needed to bite, and with a deep breath, your teeth broke the skin and sank into his flesh. One of your hands continued to pump his cock, heightening the sensation for him. The strangled sound that left Josh’s throat was music to your ears as you took your first pull of his blood, his taste flooding your mouth. That flavor that was so uniquely him, and if you were being honest, the best you’d ever had.
The flashes began as you pulled, not as many as the last time, but still welcomed glimpses into his life. The first was from when he was a teenager, arguing with Sam over breakfast, while Jake stood at the table completely unimpressed. It was such a normal, brotherly moment that you wished you could’ve seen more of it before it flashed to another memory.
The next was more recent, but his hair wasn’t shaved on the sides, and he hadn’t grown out his facial hair either. It was daytime, and he was waiting outside of what appeared to be a normal looking house. Suddenly, the front door burst open and a younger Jake was shoving a Vampire over the threshold and into the sunlight. The immediate screams and sizzling filled your ears before the memory went dark and you were back in Josh’s bed, your teeth still hooked into his thigh.
Your hand worked his cock in tandem with your mouth, pumping him while you continued to drink. Within a few minutes, his cock twitched and he cursed up at the ceiling as he came in your hand. Slowly, you withdrew your teeth from his skin, watching the puncture wounds close up and heal on their own. You gave him a final kiss on the area as you sat up on your knees, bringing your cum-covered hand to your mouth to lick off the mess he made. His pupils were so blown his eyes nearly looked black as he watched his cum meet your blood stained lips. You smiled around your fingers, looking up at him through your lashes.
He couldn’t take it anymore and in a speed he could only recently achieve, he had you pinned down on the bed. His mouth claimed yours and he reviled in the combination of his own blood and release that met his tongue.
“My turn…,” he announced in a low, gruff voice. He kissed his way down your body as you had done to him, biting and nipping at your skin. He stopped at your breasts and took his time in giving both of them attention. His tongue swirled around your nipple while his hand pinched and squeezed the other, and he switched to the other side before continuing down your torso.
His lips skipped right past where you needed him most, zeroing in on the same spot on your right thigh. He looked back up at you through his long lashes, and you nodded at him, breathing out a yes. Looking down at your thigh, he concentrated and his fangs lowered into place a lot easier this time. You couldn’t help but smile, proud that he was getting the hang of it. 
He roughly bit into your flesh, sinking his fangs deep into your thigh. You weren’t kidding when you had told him that feeding from the femoral artery was a lot faster than the neck or wrist, as your blood flooded his mouth so quickly he nearly choked. But he used this to his advantage and swallowed quickly before taking a true pull. Your cherry-flavored blood was all he could think about. It was so sweet, so you, that he wanted to taste you every single day for the rest of his life.
In his mind's eye, a memory of yours came into view. It was dusk, and you were being risky in the remaining sunlight, keeping yourself under the awning of a building on the street. It looked to be sometime in the 1800’s, given the carriages and clothing. Your eyes were fixed on a man sitting with his son on a bench across the street. He recognized the man from the other memory he had seen the other night, the one you called “Colin.” The one you had been in bed with. You were watching the two of them, sadness filled your eyes and your hands twisted your gloves. Colin and his son were oblivious to your presence, and you made no move to make yourself known.
The memory flashed to another scene, this time it was noticeably later, maybe the fifties going by your hair and attire. You were chatting up a few friends at a bar, lighting a cigarette and laughing at one of their jokes. It was such a stark contrast to the memory before it that it almost gave him whiplash.
As he came back to reality, his hips ground into the bed, already hard again. Hesitant that he wouldn’t be able to stop, he pulled his fangs from your thigh, licking at the bleeding wounds as they healed.
Over the next few hours, he took you against any available surface he could find. A round against the wall, another on what little kitchen counter space he had. There was even an attempt at using that tiny poor excuse of a table, but you may or may not have pushed him a little too hard against it, resulting in one of the legs to give out and send you both to the floor in a fit of giggles.
Eventually you ended up back in his bed, wrapped up in each other and in the now completely ruined blue plaid sheets. It wasn’t until the sun was peeking through the curtains that you two collapsed in exhaustion, letting sleep wash over you as you laid in each other's arms.
The next night, Josh awoke to a few texts from his brothers. There was a selfie from Sam, showing he and Danny sitting next to each other on a plane, with an accompanied text that read, “on the flight home, promise I won’t clap when the plane lands.”
He laughed softly and then opened the text from Jake, which was short and sweet, “just got to Memphis”. There weren’t any other messages or missed calls, and went back and forth with himself on what bothered him more about it.
Instead he distracted himself with cleaning up and packing. He started by picking up his poor lamp that had somehow landed on the floor during your escapades and making sure it wasn’t too damaged. He organized his suitcase while you took a shower, his cheeks warming at how domestic it all felt.
When it came time for the two of you to leave and head back to your place and wait for Dimitri’s car to pick you up, Josh couldn’t help but feel a little sad in leaving the tiny apartment. It was only for a few weeks, but he had grown rather attached to the place recently, and he was going to miss it.
Back at your apartment he helped you pack multiple suitcases.
“Are you really only putting shoes into this one?”
You looked at him confused, “and what about it, Boy Scout?”
He threw his hands up, “no reason…no reason at all…”
“One thing about me, I never travel light,” you remarked, kissing him on the cheek before venturing back into your closet to grab more clothes. Centuries of traveling had made you an expert in packing, and even with all your little tricks to get more into a bag, you still always traveled with a bunch of suitcases.
Within an hour, you had six different bags next to your door. Dimitri had sent you a text stating that his driver was on his way to take the both of you to the jetport. All you were waiting for now was a knock on the door.
Josh stood next to you, slowly lacing his fingers with yours in anticipation.
At his touch, you turned and looked at him, “hey, we’re going to have fun,” you reassured. “Dimitri will take good care of us. All we have to do is look pretty and in love.”
Josh tried to hold back a smile, causing the dimple in his cheek to show, “does this make us Katniss and Peeta?”
Your eyes widened in mock offense, “this is not the same and you know it!”
A smile fully cracked on his face, his tongue between his teeth, “how many districts -i mean- Dens do we have to visit?”
You playfully pushed at his chest, “not twelve!” The both of you dissolved into giggles, enjoying these last few moments before your next adventure began.
Catching your breath you said, “Besides, can you even bake?”
“What?”
You gave him a serious look, “Bake. Peeta was a breadmaker, so have you ever made bread?”
“Woah woah, who said I’d be Peeta in this situation? You’re the one who's all gungho on this telling me to play along and smile like the Capitol wants…” He planted his hands on his hips and looked down at the floor dramatically, “I’m the one who was plucked out of his normal life, away from his family…and technically I am an archer by trade…”
You rolled your eyes, “Katniss used a regular bow and arrow, not a crossbow, so that doesn’t count.”
“Whatever you say, Peeta.”
“You little sh-”
Bang!
Bang!
The cute moment was rudely interrupted by an equally rude pounding at your door.
Time to go.
Now you were in the backseat of the same SUV that had picked you up those few nights before, but this time you weren’t fearing for your life. You made it a few blocks from your apartment before a thought occurred to you, and you leaned forward to speak with the driver.
“Hey, can you make a right up here?”
“I’ve been told to take you to the jetport, miss.”
“I’m aware. But please make a right,” you said tightly.
With a huff he obliged, turning down the side street.
“Ok just pull over on this block.”
“Miss I really-”
“Just give us five minutes, I promise. I’m sure Dimitri has plenty of other henchmen on standby if we take too long.”
“Five minutes,” the driver repeated, giving you a stern look in the rearview mirror before he pulled up to the curb.
You grinned and took Josh’s hand and got out of the car.
“Sweetheart where are we-”
“I just…I wanted you to meet someone before we left!” You pulled him down the street and turned into an alley, and a familiar heavy door came into your view. Josh was still completely bewildered as to what you were up to, but he trusted you. You flashed him another smile before banging on the door.
The door swung open, and a rather annoyed New Yorker stood on the other side.
“Now what the hell- Kid!” Les’ eyebrows raised in surprise, and then furrowed in concern, “you in trouble again?”
“No no, I just…I wanted to see you before I took off again for a little bit.”
“Oh, well, come right on in,” he sidestepped to give you space, but when Josh followed behind you, he blocked his way. “Now who is this?”
You turned and tried to hold back a smile, “oh this is…Josh…”
Les stared at him, looking at him up and down and quickly analyzing him.
“He’s not human…so he can’t be your dinner…you gotta be invited in?” He looked down at Josh. Les was easily over half a foot taller than Josh, and he used his height to his advantage.
Josh gulped, totally caught off guard by your friend. Behind the intimidating man, he noticed several different weapons lining the walls and he felt his fangs threaten to come down in defense.
“Les, he’s with me he’s fine.”
The corner of Les’ mouth twitched but he motioned for Josh to come in anyway, “well why don’t you come inside then.”
Josh quickly crossed the threshold before Les shut the door behind him.
Les wasn’t through with his questions, “you got a last name?”
“Les,” you sighed before standing next to Josh, taking his hand.
“Now, now Kid, he's a big boy, he can answer for himself.”
Josh squared his shoulders, “Kiszka.”
There it was. The lightbulb went off in Les’ head, and his eyebrows raised again.
“A Kiszka…just had to be invited in?” Oh, now he was connecting the dots. He turned to look at you, trying to hold back a smile, “so I was right?”
You opened your mouth to make a smart ass remark, recalling when he had made the suggestion that the hunter who cuffed you was a bloodline hunter, more specifically a Kiszka.
“...maybe.”
Les turned back to Josh and took a full step forward, “so you’re the one who put her in those cuffs? You didn’t even see the shape her wrists were in when she got here.” He pointed over to his work bench, his voice cold, “took hours to scrub out her blood from my bench.”
“Well…about that,” you started, before giving Les a rundown of the last few weeks. The range of expressions he had on his face as you told your story was comical. After you finished, he was quiet for a few moments.
He looked at Josh sympathetically, “the Council are a bunch of assholes, damn. So where does Dimitri have you running off to now?”
“First stop is Chicago, at his new Den.”
Les nodded, “Chicago is decent…but their pizza sucks. If you can even call it that.” His mouth twisted in disgust, “more like a casserole than anything…guess it's good you can’t eat it anyway.”
You laughed, “I’ll remember that.”
Les turned and pointed his head toward the wall, where a familiar pair of cuffs were clean and hanging on a nail, “I wasn’t going to anyway, but you’re really not getting those back.”
Josh replied lightly, “that's perfectly fine. You can keep them.”
The arms dealer narrowed his eyes, “oh I wasn’t asking for permission. Finders keepers and all that.”
Josh gulped again.
“Now come on, give me a hug,” he said, holding his arm out to you.
You nearly leaned back, “since when do you hug?”
“I’m only going to ask once, Kid.”
You smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist in a full hug. The gesture warmed your heart, as you had never seen Les be affectionate to anyone, let alone you.
As you pulled away, you whispered, “I really like him, Les…”
He gave Josh a warning look over your shoulder before replying, “if he puts one finger out of line, you know how to reach me.”
“Les,” you warned again.
He chuckled slightly, “ok, ok. Now get outta here, you have a plane to catch.”
He opened the door, and you waved at him before nearly bouncing out the door. Josh followed behind you, but was stopped by a large hand on his shoulder.
Les leaned in close to his ear, “I meant what I said. You ever hurt her like that again, Dimitri’s little goons and his tunnels will be the least of your problems. I know a lot more than Vampires.”
Josh nodded, “understood.”
“Now run along…it's almost Blue Hour, you know,” his voice was ice cold, driving home his point.
Without looking back, Josh caught up to you in the alley, walking towards the SUV.
“That was twelve minutes,” the driver said, his voice laced in annoyance.
“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever we’re back,” you rolled your eyes as you and Josh slid back into your seats.
The rest of the ride was relatively quiet, and eventually the jetport came into view. The SUV drove directly onto the tarmac, pulling up to the stairs up into the plane.
This was it.
The inside of the plane was as luxurious as you expected. Leather seats lined one side as one massive couch, with fixed chairs and tables on the other side. You took your seats on said couch, the both of you feeling a little out of your depth at this point.
It didn’t take long for the plane to take off, and when you reached altitude, an older gentleman came out of a pair of doors towards the back of the plane. He had a decanter filled with blood in his gloved hands, along with two crystal wine glasses.
The sudden smell had Josh snapping his head in that direction, his eyes fixed on the decanter. You squeezed his knee, in reassurance, knowing that he was still figuring out how to properly react in the presence of blood.
The gentleman stopped in front of you, “Dimitri sent his regards, and as a thank you, he sent over a supply of a French vintage, a classic 1972, A Negative.”
You looked at Josh and looked back at the decanter. Yeah, you could definitely get used to this.
To be continued…
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CONNECTION; M. STURNIOLO
MATT STURNIOLO X F!READER
warnings: fluff!! nothing, really
a/n: SOULMATE AU (though i don’t think i did it right)!! i’ve never actually wrote one of these before so i’m sorry for how bad this is lmao - Requested by this anon!!
wc: 1,580 - If you see this anon, i’m so sorry for how short it is! I honestly couldn’t think of much writing this 😭
SYNOPSIS: Making an impulsive decision to buy tickets to your favorite youtuber’s tour, you were more than surprised with the connection you felt with one of them..
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The decision was spontaneous, but you don’t regret it for a second.
You’ve been a fan of the Sturniolo’s for a while now and you just so happen to get paid that day. As the sun disappeared and the moon took its place, you sat in bed and scrolled through your laptop. Without thinking, you managed to make your way to their website, looking through their stuff.
With a quick inhale, your finger hovered over the mousepad before clicking on the finale button, assuring you of your purchase.
As days went by, the date came closer and closer. You’d by lying if you said you weren’t nervous, but the excitement of the situation was building as well. Thankfully, the days ahead were quite packed, so you hoped they would go by faster.
Once the night before you left came, you lied in bed, going through every situation you could possibly think of. You hadn’t had enough altogether to pay for the meet and greet, but you were more than happy being able to see them on stage. Falling asleep that night was practically impossible.
A couple exhausting hours later, you’re finally in line at the event and waiting for it to start. Filling in to the vast space in front of the stage, you feel the nerves inside your stomach tighten. Squished between a sea of people, you try not to focus on it as minutes pass by.
Screaming fills your ears as the three brothers walk out from the side, waving at the crowd. Sporting a blue shirt, you couldn’t help the smile that overcame your face when Matt moves towards the center. His sweet smile mesmerizing you as your eyes raked over his outfit: the short, black Ransom shirt he wore with a big skull on the front, paired with light blue jeans that hugged him perfectly.
Eventually, the yelling died down as Nick began talking, explaining the rules of the games. Taking glances back over at his younger brother, you can’t help but be entranced with the way he does anything. Before you could look away, Matt’s eyes drift along the crowd, stopping at you. Feeling your breath hitch, you froze in your spot, too nervous to break eye contact with him.
You could very well be looking too much into it, but you could’ve sworn that you both felt something. His blue eyes bore into yours as seconds went by, a small curve to his lips now. Unlike him, Matt sends you a quick wink before trying to focus on what his older brother was saying. Had you told anyone what just happened, they would’ve said you were lying. Exhaling softly, you can’t fight off the recurring smile on your lips.
Minutes go by as the triplets converse and the audience watches. Having paid so much attention to Matt, you try to put the small interaction to the back of your mind and watch the brothers talk. By the time they were supposed to pick someone from the crowd to help them, you only hoped that Matt would pick you. You knew it was a long shot and that short exchange was probably just to tease you. But when Matt focuses on you, his finger pointed in your direction, you’re sure you’re not dreaming.
Hesitant at first, Matt notices and mutters in to the mic, “C’mon, I don’t bite.” With scattered laughs from the crowd, you smile and make your way over to the stairs, accepting Matt’s outstretched hand. As he guides you over to the opposite side, he’s yet to take his hand away from you as you stand right beside him. Nick goes on to explain more about the game topic, using extravagant hand gestures and his enthusiastic attitude that makes everyone crack a smile.
“Our turn.” A low whisper brushes past your ear, catching you off guard. You quickly look over at him as Matt smiles down at you, taking his hand away from you and politely letting you walk before him. You felt crazy for thinking about how gorgeous he looked right now, with his pretty blue eyes and his perfect pink lips and his slightly messy brown hair.
Nodding softly, you move forward, feeling his presence follow behind you. Nervousness quickly turned into enjoyment as you had your fun with the triplets, as each of you and the other two people from the crowd playfully compete against the other.
Once the battle was over and as soon as you were about to walk back into the audience, Matt rests his hand gently against your back. Turning your head, you look over at him, just barely hidden behind the curtain on the side of the stage.
“Hey, I, uh,” he clears his throat, taking a swift glance at his shoes before looking back up at you. “I was wondering if maybe you wanted to talk after the show?” He asks, shifting his weight to his other foot nervously.
Before you could even process what he asked you, you felt yourself nodding. “Yeah, I’d love to.” You hear the words escape your mouth before you think them. Did he feel it too?
A smile takes over his lips as he nods subconsciously. “Cool. Um, I’ll meet you outside a couple minutes after?” A light pink hue tints his pale cheeks, just barely visible in the dark lighting behind the curtain. His smile is sickeningly sweet as it almost makes you melt. Nodding in response, Matt’s smile gets wider as he tries to play it off. “Alright, cool.” He mumbles, sending you a cute smile before letting you walk back into the crowd of people.
Did Matt Sturniolo actually just ask you to meet up with him later?
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As the show wrapped up, Nick ended up winning. With playful protests from his brothers, Nick rubs the win in their face, even though he was in last place. Bidding everyone a good night and sweet words, the three leave the stage with waves and smiles.
Since your conversation with Matt, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t just been staring at him the entire time. As he was just about to step behind the dark red curtain, his eyes gaze over to yours, his smile growing wider.
Fast forward a few minutes, you stood outside the building, the night chill making goosebumps form on your skin. Pulling out your phone to check the time, you sigh as you put it back in your pocket. Just as you hit the 15 minute mark in the cold weather, you decide it’d probably be better to head back inside and warm up.
As you turn on your heels, making your way down the sidewalk, you hear someone behind you. “Hey, wait!” Turning around immediately, you watch Matt jog over to you, stopping you in your tracks. “I’m so sorry I kept you out here waiting. Chris wouldn’t stop playing music way too loud in the back room and Nick kept trying to get him to shut it off,” Matt rambles, oblivious to the soft smile on your face.
“Matt,” your voice cuts him out of his anxious blithering, moving his eyes up from the ground to look at you. “It’s okay, I promise.” You smile, letting out an airy laugh. You noticed Matt relax, his shoulders calming as he softens at the sound of your voice.
“You have to be cold,” he breaks the silence, noticing the slight shiver rake through you. His eyes smooth over your body, the light material of your shirt and jacket not doing much to protect you from the chill outside.
You shrug lightly, not agreeing nor disagreeing with his words. His sudden movements catch you off guard as you watch him begin to take off his own jacket. “Oh, Matt, I don’t need-“
“You’re gonna get sick if you don’t take it.” He says, though there’s no room for an argument as he drapes his heavy coat around your shoulders. “You look pretty in my stuff.” Matt whispers, smoothing his hands over your covered arms before pulling back as the same blush as before resurfaces.
Smiling at the compliment, you thank him. It was clear neither of you really knew what to do. How could you not be nervous in front of him? And how could Matt not be nervous in front of you?
“I was-“
“When I-“
You both stop, looking over at each other before laughing. “You go first.” You insist, reassuring him once he denies.
“Uh, when I was talking to you inside,” his hand reaches up to scratch the nape of his neck. “I hadn’t really thought it through when I asked to meet you out here. I just really wanted to talk to you.” Matt confesses, moving his hands down into the pockets of his jeans. His words bring an even bigger smile to your face as you laugh softly.
“Honestly, I spent the entire time I waited out here trying to think of what to say, but I couldn’t think of anything.” You reply, joining in when you hear him chuckle. Taking a deep breath, you put out your hand, “I’m Y/N.” You knew he knew your name when you told him earlier, but he seemed to catch on as you both reintroduced yourselves.
“Matt.” He shakes your hand with a pretty smile, his bigger hand slightly rougher against yours. “C’mon, why don’t we take a walk?”
You knew you wouldn’t regret buying those tickets.
#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x you#matt sturniolo fanfic#chris sturniolo x reader
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i want to hear all the violence: 14, 16, and 18 !!!
14) that one thing you see in fics all the time
In a lot of Kimchay reconciliation fics on Ao3, a lot of authors like to write Chay running away and going off on his own.
And don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I can’t see that scenario of Chay leaving post-canon events as a plausible idea at all, but rather it’s that I disagree with the impulsivity with which he usually makes that decision in the fic, yknow? The impulsivity is mostly based on how he regards both Porsche and Kim at the moment, instead of it being a well-thought out decision on his part and giving the appropriate weight of consideration it deserves. And by this I mean more often than not, the running away scenario is a result of feeling abandoned or left behind by Porsche and/or the betrayal from Kim.
And see, I’ve always been a firm believer that Chay is a very strong, brave, and rational character, so the running away thing is an antithesis to this belief. Despite his young age, the narrative tells us that he's not as naïve as one might expect, and he knows his own worth and steadfastness. I’ve said it before too that at where BOC leaves Chay in the final episode, he has more reasons to stay than not.
He no longer looks at Porsche with the idealization of a younger brother, but it doesn't mean his loyalty to him is any less than it was before. His anger over Kim's lies and perhaps the sudden changes in his life is clouding his judgement, but it doesn't mean he loves Kim any less, or that he wants to cut ties with everyone in his life completely.
So the Chay running away scenario is something I can see under only specific circumstances, but it's an interesting interpretation by a lot of writers for the KP fandom that this character would completely drop everything based on emotional impulse alone.
16) you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)
The babygirl/uwu-fication of one Kimhant Theerapanyakul--//HITS It's a bit vague, but certain headcanons such as:
-acts like a cat / loves cats
-not knowing how to act on his emotions
-not knowing how to articulate his feelings
-no confidence in taking the lead in his relationship with Chay
-allowing for Chay to bully him because of his lies, lol
Lol I've said it a lot of times, but I might as well go a bit more in-depth with it on here lol
Okay, see--here's the thing: it's hard for me to see Kim as having any soft edges or any weird, lovable quirks outside of his interaction with Chay and/or his brothers, because throughout the entire show, there's an air of mystery surrounding his character that BOC never quite shakes off. Honestly, my ongoing theory about that is the fact that they may be setting Kim up to be the "true" heir to the throne, as established in the novel. Which again, brings him a little bit closer to his book counterpart.
He's the only character in the show that has no comedic scenes--most if not all of his scenes are either soft/sweet w/ Chay pre-break up, rude to Big, an asshole to strangers, and angst post-break up, lol
He's a very controlled, serious-minded character who is capable of being vulnerable and open with only a select few people, but it's not his default state whatsoever. I don't think it means that he doesn't know how to act on his emotions, since the show shows us the contrary: he's physically affectionate with Chay once the latter confesses to him, and he didn't hesitate to sing to Chay of his feelings and his remorse for his actions that have hurt them both.
These aren't the actions of someone who's awkward with feelings and isn't aware of them; on the contrary, it goes to show that he's all too aware of them, hence his controlling nature from the beginning and his need to know what's going on.
Kim is definitely a character who understands what he wants and the effort he has and is willing to make in order to get it, be it Chay or wanting to know the machinations of his father and their family. Because of this, I just don't want to give disservice to his character by thinking that he's not capable of what he can actually do.
18) it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...
THIS VERSION OF KORN! He's so different from the Korn in the show who's all scheming and be playing 4D chess with everyone in this life, and I'm just so surprised that not many creatives in the fandom has utilized him????
He just screams divorced male dad energy who miraculously got custody of all 3 kids during the divorce proceedings w/ the ex and doing his best to keep himself and his 3 sons afloat, all the while running an illegal empire on the side. XD
For example, the chocolate factory thing: he wants to get it off the ground for sentimental reasons, and the wrappers for the chocolates depicts his 3 kids. Adshjhjkhfdkj
For reals, I would have loved to have seen how this version of Korn would have changed the tone of the story, yknow? In the book, he definitely gives off that aura of an exhausted father who's doing his best to leave behind a legacy for his children, even if it means at the questionable cost of trampling on everyone else.
The fact that in the book he's divorced and the boys' mama left the family just a little while after Kim was born is honestly an interesting backstory for this guy, and I for one am here for it. LOL
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Hey! Incase you didn't notice in the tags that AU I’ve been posting about these last few days is called Encore, this post is going to be explaining that AU for anybody who may be interested.
This is just copy and pasted from my explanation on discord so if you read that one this post is nothing new.
I’m going to try to explain this simultaneously quickly while also in depth. I also want to say not everything in this AU is set in stone and things are subject to change as well as I don't have everything planned out. Anyways, onto explaining the AU. This AU is based on the idea of Whole being in the headspace. After a while of making music he started to run out of ideas and the loop wasn't keeping his audience as entertained as it used to. At first things were good, HMS were happy to have him there, and he enjoyed their company. However, being happy isn't entertaining.
Slowly he tried more and more to find inspiration with the three but it wasn't working. Whole found he has a ridiculous amount of power in the headspace, seeing that it’s his own brain. One thing led to another and Whole turned the headspace into a theater and HMS into marionettes. I have literally nowhere else to mention this so it’s getting mentioned here, HMS are little in this au like maybe a foot tall. (as you likely noticed) Whole began to manipulate the three, changing them to create a more interesting story. Initially he wanted to erase the three’s memories to create blank canvases to work with however he lacked the ability to fully erase the memories. So he settled for shifting them around, and by that I mean he gave all of Heart and Soul’s combined memories to Mind.
Due to this Soul has no clue who Whole is. Soul based a lot of what he did and who he was on Whole, now that he doesn't know who Whole is he’s lost that. Soul now lacks anything to push him forwards so he tends to act impulsively doing whatever the first thing that comes to his mind. Soul is typically just left on stage strung up, he’s easy to control and if he escapes it’s no big deal. Heart on the other hand is harder to control, he’s always been based on his emotions and his emotions aren't something Whole can take from him. Whole decided putting in the effort to keep Heart on his strings at all times wasn't worth it so instead he keeps Heart near him. By "near him" I mean in a birdcage in his “workshop” (a room in the theater he works on songs and other things in.) Whole lets Heart out every so often to help him write music and to receive his thoughts on things he's working on. Heart sees Whole as a friend, he doesn't understand that being treated like a neglected pet bird is a bad thing. He only wishes Whole would let him out more or perhaps give him a better cage. He has some built up resentment against Whole for this but not nearly as much as he should.
Mind like I said before has the combined memories of Heart and Soul, that’s every memory of every loop, all of their combined thoughts and feelings, all of it. Mind because of this tends to be more delayed when speaking or thinking, he considers his thoughts as well as Heart and Soul’s using their memories to try to find the best decision. He tends to be very quiet spending a lot of time in his own head. He now sees Heart and Soul as strangers now that they don't have their memories they are merely hollow shells of his old friends. Mind is more Heart and Soul than they are. He has a hard time bringing himself to speak with them often but he also cares too much about them to just let them wander around clueless.
Whole made the theater to control Heart, Mind, and Soul, to have them put on shows and test out story ideas. If they won't make interesting things on their own accord then he will make them. I’d also like to mention now that even though Whole does a lot of shitty stuff in this au I don't want to seem like I'm villainizing him or anything. He doesn't really see Heart, Mind, and Soul as separate from himself. So at the end of the day he's only hurting himself right?
For the basic story of the AU I don't have a whole lot planned, for now all I have is Soul escapes from his strings and eventually finds the other two. I’ve been bouncing around the idea of Mind bargaining with Whole to give Heart and Soul their memories either through games, tasks, or some other means. Though like I said in the beginning of this it’s a work in progress I’m still thinking on these things.
and as typical in my text posts I’ll include art and by art I mean Heart, Mind, and Soul’s full designs seeing I haven't posted them yet.
(Don’t ask why the art style I drew Mind in is so different from the other two I literally did all three of them in one night idk what went wrong)
Anyways,, that’s all for this one, till next time.
#Two drawings and a text post in the span of like an hour? yes#cccc#cccc au#encore au#chonny jash#chonnys charming chaos compendium#cj mind#cj heart#cj soul#the mind electric#the soul eclectic#the heart acoustic#au#B0vidinebleating
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Sorry In Advance
I might have to find time to write over the upcoming days/weeks (when, I don’t know but that’s a problem for future me to solve) not to finally come back to my Choices WIPs that are just sitting, collecting dust in the corner, but because I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about Wayhaven Book 3 that I need to work through. They aren’t all good, they aren’t all bad, but I definitely feel some of each. (Some TWC Book 3 spoilers for N route below the cut)
The N route is the only one I’ve had a chance to explore even a bit, and it was definitely a mixed bag for me in ways that I was not expecting. Looking at things from an analytical perspective, I think at least 80% of my issues stem from pacing concerns, and I am trying to figure out how much of that stems from the overall sheer volume of content that was attempted with various branches from previous decisions coming into play and how much is just due to my N detective’s personality. I think most of it is the former - even big plot-centric moments felt hurried and frantic to me. The blood drive, the kidnappings, the auction all just zipped by without time to process, let moments develop, or allow for anticipation and dread. I sometimes felt like I blinked and missed massive events. The fallout out for major beats often felt incredibly glossed over. Nothing really had time to breathe.
That sensation definitely was felt in the N romance for me as well. (I use Nate, so from here on out, I will often be using he/him pronouns since that is the story line I experienced.) For a romance that before seemed like this wonderful blend of pure intensity and quiet gentleness, I honestly felt overwhelmed as Nate and my detective, Emma, bounced aggressively through major relationship moments. First, they fought, but the narrative never let them sit with that tension. It resolved quickly so that he could begin to trust her with his backstory (a scene that ended so jarringly, I wondered if I had failed a stat check - he drops the picture of his family, sends Emma on her way, and she just goes? In the middle of everything? She doesn’t stay to make sure he’s okay, even if he cannot share anymore of his past at that moment?). This set the tempo for everything else. Both potential intimate scenes just happen without much fanfare, which I probably would have adored if there had been more of a build up of romantic and/or sexual tension in the scenes leading up to those moments (although I will say, the start of the research picnic was wonderful and gentle and beautiful, and the pool table scene worked better from a pacing standpoint when I chose to have my detective cool things off at the picnic). I actually think that N and my detective impulsively giving in for their first time having sex could have been a lovely contrast from their usual selves and could convey a real intensity of emotion. But the build up and actual scenes themselves just flew by. Again, nothing had time to breathe.
This was most evident with the love declarations. My detective, with her near 80 stoicism stat, would not be able to vocalize that she loves Nate right after realizing it. So, I had her keep that realization to herself. But at the end, when Nate is in tears over his fears and worries about losing her and tells her it’s all because of how much he loves her, it was very awkward to not even have the option for my detective to at that point express that those feelings are mutual. From what I can tell, there is no way to get mutual love declarations between N and the detective. When I tried out having my detective blurt out her feelings at the picnic, Nate said nothing in response. No matter who states their love first, N or detective, the feelings just hang there without verbal reciprocation, or even the option for that reciprocation if N goes first. Hell, my detective didn’t even take a shot during Never Have I Ever for falling for a colleague regardless of whether or not she verbalized her feelings.
I realized this has quickly turned into a long-winded rant, which was not my goal. Like I said, I have a lot of swirling, mixed feelings about Book 3 as a whole, and there was plenty I adored. N’s pet name reveal scene was glorious, particularly if the detective has not yet been intimate with them. The ongoing tension about N wanting to protect the detective (from both outside threats and themselves in certain respects) and worrying about the detective’s coping (shout out for Tina’s protective talk with a clear bonus blurb because my detective is so wildly stoic) feels organic for this romance. The blood stuff, both at the Tina dinner and from N’s POV towards the end hinted at future tension in a very natural and captivating way. M is my detective’s BFF, and there was a lot to love about that dynamic, as well as the friendship still growing with A and F, all leading to some very beautiful found family moments. Even with very minimal exploration, I can tell that the auction climax can play out in a ton of different ways, and knowing my M, F, and A detectives, I’m guessing I will end up settling on four different outcomes that feel “right” for each route. That is nothing to scoff at. And while the Rebecca stuff still feels like it wants to push you to forgive her, the narrative acknowledged that my detective’s relationship with her is slowly but surely deteriorating under the weight of Rebecca’s continued secrets and those two women having very different opinions of the Agency. It is always nice in IF when more complex relationship dynamics are acknowledged. I just wish I had more time to really sit with some of these moments before the narrative was barrelling full steam ahead.
Some of my pacing issues do likely arise from my detective’s stoicism. But even ignoring that element, I do wish there was more time in the narrative for aftermath of many major moments. Whether or not Elidor had to “save” my detective from donating blood, there isn’t really any acknowledgement from the team. The kidnappings would have been even more impactful if they weren’t just mentioned in passing so much of the time. And I desperately needed more post-auction content - from Rebecca, from the rest of Unit Bravo, and of course from N.
I don’t know, that was a wild ramble with no clear point. It was so long-winded, and I didn’t even get around to talking about how I’m sad our detective is no longer a detective. Hopefully, I will have some time to write soon, because writing fic helps me sort through conflicted feelings about media I adore (and I do still fully adore one N Sewell)
#the wayhaven chronicles#twc book 3#n sewell#nate sewell#twc spoilers#maybe the n route just isn't built for a stoic detective#but books 1 and 2 worked so beautifully with that dynamic#but in 3 the pacing issues I had seemed amplified with my emotionally closed off Emma Langford
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Hello. Words cannot express how glad I am that you decided to challenge yourself and write about ZOOL as well ＼(￣▽￣)／
Hmm, what about Toma and Torao's reaction to the fact that during a quarrel the reader said that she wanted to break up with him (such a statement was made on emotions)?
ACHE.
The one phrase neither of you wanted to hear echoes in the lingering silence.
ft. Inumaru Toma, Mido Torao x gn! reader.
cw/genre: angst to fluff, comfort, mild spoilers for part 5 of i7 story. Torao’s gets a little suggestive at the very end.
hello, lovely ! I’m very happy my decision to start writing for ZOOL is well received <3 I hope you enjoy this, and my apologies for taking so long to get to it.
♡ INUMARU TOMA
Now that you think back on it, you were impulsive.
The stinging words burn on your tongue, wounding your heart.
It’s stupid, for you to feel this way. It’s not like you have the right to be hurt, when it is you the one who caused all of this, bringing this gloomy mood between you and your boyfriend.
Yet your vision blurs with unshed tears, as you recount the moments prior to this disaster.
—
“Toma, are you even listening to me?” You cross your arms over your chest, frowning, as he watches god knows what on his phone. He’s been at it for a while tonight, talking to someone whose identity he evades revealing every time you ask him.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah…” Your boyfriend trails off, typing up a reply on his messaging app. Another fit of chuckles leaves his lips. “Look at that!” He laughs.
Huffing, you grumble something under your breath, switching off the tv.
“Where are you going, baby?” ZOOL’s leader asks, eyes widened, puppy-like.
You almost give in.
Almost.
“Oh, so now that I turn off the tv you notice? I’ve been trying to have a cute date at home with you, to have a nice conversation. But no, of course you had to be on your phone talking to whoever that is!” You raise your hands in exasperation, as you start making your way out of the living room.
“Babe, wait.” He calls you, softly holding onto your wrist.
“Don’t.” You snap back. “Don’t call me that and don’t touch me.” You pull your hand away from him. “If our date right now is less relevant than your messages, we're done here.”
Toma swallows.
“They’re my friends too, you know. We used to be on a group together.” He retorts.
You let out a broken humorless laugh.
“Friends? They abandoned you, didn’t they? You tried to keep NO_MAD together and they left you! You call them friends?!”
“They’re trying to be better!” He argues.
“Trying to be better? Or trying to take advantage of you now that you’ve got something good going on with ZOOL? Open your eyes, Toma!”
“Don’t talk about my friends like that!” He yells, his voice rising. “You know nothing about them.” His tone takes on a cold tone, one you hadn’t heard yet from the fiery and good natured boy you fell in love with.
Something inside you snaps a little, a huge icy thorn lodging into your heart when the next words leave your mouth.
“We’re done for. We’re breaking up, Toma.” Your voice is low, the silence of a frozen ocean. “Pack everything and leave my house, please. You have until morning.”
With that, you turn around, closing the door and your heart between you two, as your lover stands there, petrified, as he watches the increasing distance between you.
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He was rash.
Toma sits on your couch with his head in his hands, tears threatening to fall, his breathing ragged.
Why did he have to raise his voice at you? Why couldn’t he wait to answer those texts?
You’re right, and his groupmates from ZOOL have said the same thing to him.
So, why? Why did he have to go and ruin everything?
You were right… He acted like an asshole during what was supposed to be a nice time together, you were in your right to be angry, to not want to see him anymore.
The singer heaves out a sigh, tilting his head backwards, garnet hued eyes accidentally catching a picture of you two framed on the shelves.
Then, a sound he could never like cuts through his mind.
Sobs.
Your sobs.
You are crying.
His first instinct is to stand up, to reach for the door.
But he stops himself. You probably don’t want to know anything about him anymore.
And, then, just as he turns tail, the door clicks open and something, someone, collides against his back.
You. Sweet, precious you.
Your arms wrap around his middle, squeezing tightly.
And yet, Toma can’t face you.
You’re crying. And it’s his fault.
“I’m sorry!” You sob against his shirt. “I’m so sorry, Toma. I don’t- I don’t want to break up with you! I was mean, I didn’t have the right to yell at you like that and I don’t have the right to be crying now… I didn’t want to- I don’t- I just…” You bunch up your hands in the fabric of his jacket, burying your face against his back.
Toma turns around, his calloused hands taking ahold of yours, bringing them away from your face, as he gives them a reassuring squeeze.
“No, I’m sorry, [Y/n]. I wasn’t paying attention to you.” Tears begin streaming down his face. “You deserve someone better… But I can’t be without you.”
A sad smile breaks through your tears, an arch of sunbeams after a downpour.
“Idiot, there’s no one better than you.” You scold him, your mumbled voice laced in tenderness as you hug him properly now. “Please don’t go.” You beg him, your cheek resting against his chest.
“I would never.” He promises, as his head comes to rest on top of yours.
The night goes on. Eventually, you head to your bedroom. As sleep claims you, neither of you lets go of the other.
♡ MIDO TORAO
“We’re finished, Tora.” You spat, as you exit the restaurant together.
You step away from him, uncovered by his umbrella.
You don’t care that the rain is completely soaking your outfit and ruining your hair.
“[Y/n], sweetheart, what are you talking about?” He half laughs, nervously.
“I think I made myself clear enough. We’re breaking up. What am I to you? What are we? When you’ve spent the whole while trying to get the waitress’ number? Am I nothing to you? Forget it, and forget me.” You state, as you walk away from him.
Torao stands there, grasp limp on his umbrella, as he watches you disappear behind a curtain of night rain.
This is isn’t right. He can’t leave you wandering alone at night, under this downpour.
So he takes off after you.
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Why did that idiot of your boyfriend have to be like this? Were you not enough? Not pretty enough? Not smart enough?
Well, ex-boyfriend now, you suppose, considering your last statement.
You feel something cold against your feet.
Just your luck, you’ve stepped into a puddle, a shattered starless sky reflected on it. It looks like today can’t get any worse.
You let out a long breath, staring up at the dark clouds above, coppery hues reflected in their smokiness.
No moon or stars to keep you company tonight.
What did this world ever gave you, outside of mysery? Why should it be different this time?
Well, there was a time you were truly happy.
When you first met him. When he accepted you for who you are, when he made you feel like the most beautiful person in the entire world.
You had had a couple drinks, the sweetness of fruit punch on his lips when he kissed you for the first time.
Torao.
Your first and only love.
You whisper his name into the lonely night, the static of falling rain drowning out the sound.
It hurts. Like having your heart hollowed out. Like knowing you’ve jumped off a precipice and this is no dream you’ll wake from.
Salty tears mix with the dull raindrops streaming down your cheeks, the street light above you blinking, struggling to keep its yellow reflection over the forming puddles.
It finally goes out, leaving regret and void in its wake.
—
How did you manage to get so far in such little time, Torao would never understand.
The street lamps are doing very little to provide any illumination, and tonight is pitch black.
And with this rain… No, the idol shakes his head, he can’t linger on thoughts about something having happened to you.
This was his fault, after all.
How could he be so stupid to try flirting with someone else when he already has the loveliest person ever by his side?
Or, well, had.
But he’s determined to get you back. Or, at the very least, convince you to let him drive you back home; you’re going to catch a cold if you go back in this weather.
As if to urge him to hurry, a flash of lightning cuts through the stygian sky, deafening thunder shaking the ground.
This isn’t good. You alone in this storm…
Then, beneath a blinking pole light he spots a figure.
Torao knows that person, he’s held them in his arms countless times, after all.
The light goes out. He picks up his pace.
—
Out of nowhere, the rain stops.
At least, it does so only around you. A few feet away, drops still impact against charcoal concrete.
Turning around, you are met with vermillion eyes, wet strands of light chestnut hair sticking to his face. When you direct your gaze a little more upwards, you notice how he’s covering just you with his umbrella.
The gesture warms your heart, a small smile ephemerally crossing your lips.
You take Torao’s hand, pushing the umbrella towards him, as you step closer too.
“So, are you really breaking up with me?” He asks, those blazing eyes averting to the side.
“I…” You look away too, tugging on your soaked clothes.
Then, you shake your head, focusing on him again.
Yanking him by the lapels of his coat, you bring his face close to yours, your lips smashing against his in a constellation of rain stained memories.
Torao’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.
The umbrella slips from his grasp. Thunder breaks in the distance. And neither of you care.
As you deepen the kiss, your lover tastes the salt of your tears and the sugar of a bittersweet dessert. Quite fitting for the occasion, reminiscent of the first time he tasted your love on his lips, and yet so different all at once.
After a few beats, you pull away, your warm breath still fanning his face when you tell him:
“Is this answer enough?”
The light above you blinks back to life.
Torao wraps an arm around your shoulders as he leaves another kiss on the crown of your head.
“Let’s go back to the car, my darling.” He softly utters, draping his jacket over your shoulders and picking up the umbrella.
You smile.
Neither of you can wait to get home and take a warm bath together.
#idolish7#idolish7 imagines#idolish7 x reader#ainana#ainana x reader#i7#idolish7 hadcanons#idolish7 scenarios#inumaru touma#mido torao#toma inumaru#torao mido#idolish7 fluff#inumaru toma x reader#mido torao x reader#idolish seven#idolish7 x you#idolish7 x y/n#anime x reader#anime imagines#anime angst#anime fluff
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Stuck with a Witcher || A scenario
Hello everyone!!! Been on this platform for a very long time, but I’ve never truly interacted with it. After some decision I decided I could post all my random scenarios here since I do a lot of impulsive writing when I get brainstorms.
As my first ever post wanted to share this little scenario I had in my draft since April. If you’d like to see it to develop into a proper fanfic, please let me know. :)
Please do not hesitate to give me feedback since I really don’t know much about blogs and what I’m supposed to write here. Thank you for reading.
Use of she/her pronouns for the reader, afab.
Implications of carnal desire, aside from that it’s nothing really.
Potential trigger: mention of a death.
For mature audience.
451 words 2,387 characters
She walked slowly in silence, listening to the sounds of nature before Roach bumped her nose against the girl's shoulder. She looked back and saw Geralt riding Roach giving her a glare as she blushed lightly. "I didn't do i-"
"Shut up and walk," Geralt growled at her as the woman continued to walk, her head lowered in guilt for something she wasn’t guilty of.
"My wrists hurt." She whispered before Geralt halted Roach, making the rope pull her back as she whimpered.
As Geralt hopped down he cut off the ropes from her wrists with a dagger and grabbed her by the waist. His eyes glared at her making her look away. "Hop on the horse." He ordered her with a husky voice, into her ear as she blushed deeply and did as he said. Then Geralt hopped on himself behind her, framing her lightly as he pressed her back to his chest.
She had fucked up and now she was paying for it. The girl had been wrongfully accused of killing a Witcher and Geralt probably realized it, but he still had to take her to Kaer Morhen. He knew her from the village, she worked as a bartender from his favorite place to drink pale ale and admire her breasts as she'd work and bend over to clean the tables. But now it wasn't time for Geralt to let his thoughts about her overtake him.
Geralt sighed deeply and looked down at her face, admiring her skin, her lips, her nose. Her head turned a bit to the side, as his sigh made her shiver, upon hitting her neck. Her eyes locked with his before looking down. There it was again. That scent filled his nostrils, irritating him deeply. Every time she'd cross eyes with him or he'd touch her she'd release that intoxicating scent that would make anyone drop on their knees. Geralt rolled his eyes and held the reins of Roach harshly, his knuckles turning white as it took all his strength not to stop Roach and just grab her to do whatever he wanted to do to her.
She noticed him getting more stiff and to her, it seemed like he was furious making her quiet down even more before feeling one of his arms snake around her waist. She blushed deeply and let her head down so her hair would hide her expressions. She knew him from the bar. He'd only get served by her, keep his eyes only on her, even when other women would sit on his lap to try and earn some coins. He'd sometimes smirk when she'd get flustered by him, apparently enjoying how responsive she was to his words.
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OC TAG GAME.
tagged by @aartyom, thank you sm! <3 shamelessly stole your banner layout 😅
rules: sort your OCs into the below categories and (optionally) make them in this picrew.
tagging @connortheconceded @lucien-lachance @mondhound @wispstalk @ervona @dirty-bosmer @netch-rancher @mareenavee @cultistbase @creaking-skull @stormbeyondreality @swordcoasts @vulpixelates @auddun @indorilnerevarine @thetinyshiloh @mantleofsanguine though no pressure as always xx
if i normally tag you in these sorts of things and have forgotten on this occasion feel free to just do it anyway :’)
1. FAVOURITE OC.
cheating a little here but these two are very much a package deal to me, they have always been jórunn and raydrin, raydrin and jórunn. do not separate them 🤧 they’ve been living rent free in my brain for over a decade, have grown and matured as i have, and if i could go back in time and tell my ten-year-old self that she’ll still be writing silly little stories about the characters she invented on the floor of a y6 maths class, i think that would make her very happy <3
2. NEWEST OC.
i invented vivienne because when i finally sat down to plan this story that had been kicking around in my head for years, i realised how little sense it made for mathyas to be the listener and so needed a new character to fill that role. though she was designed with a specific narrative function in mind, she has since come into her own as a character in her own right and i’d love to explore her properly someday
3. OLDEST OC.
as above— i’ve had these two since i was around ten, though their names, personalities and appearances have undergone a lot of work since then. i originally created them for a short story about a young couple going spelunking together, but they soon took on lives of their own, especially once i committed to the TESified versions of them <3
4. MEANEST OC.
vivienne speaks as little as she can get away with, but will make no effort to mask her contempt for others where she feels it (which is often). if she goes so far as to verbally express her disdain for someone, it’s because she’s deemed it objectively necessary for them to know how repugnant she finds them. she is so full of hate <3
5. SOFTEST OC.
cassathra is a hug personified, my goal with her was always to create a character who was very earnestly kind n warm. it was only when i sat down to write up her storyline that i realised how genuinely harrowing some of the events of the College of Winterhold questline are, but it’s important to me that she emerges at the end with her big, squishy heart intact :’)
6. MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC.
this one almost goes without saying— jórunn’s aloofness is one of the first things strangers will notice about her. she’s quiet, reserved, and blunt when prompted to speak, not just around acquaintances but around friends, too
7. DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC.
raydrin is by no means stupid, but he often is guilty of thinking with his heart more than his brain… he’s impulsive and reckless which i think can sometimes manifest as stupidity. but he’s smart in less obvious ways :^)
8. SMARTEST OC.
despite the arguably unwise decisions mathyas makes in the fic (he’s having a bad year), he’s a genuinely very intelligent guy. i kind of designed him and raydrin to mirror each other, in this way— mathyas could afford to perhaps think with his heart now and then
9. OC I WOULD BE BEST FRIENDS WITH.
oh i would get on SO well with sanjir. that man could be anyone’s best friend if he wanted to be; he’s arguably the most gregarious and personable of all my characters, as well as genuinely kind-hearted, down-to-earth, quick witted, and charming. i’m excited to beat him up a lil now that the civil war questline is finally underway, but it comes from a place of love <3
#mathyas looks like a 12 year old boy for some reason. but whatever#cassathra turned out so cute that i needed to make the rest of them for consistency#tag game#thanks again! mwah <3
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God, I cannot stop thinking about the way you wrote Mikey’s pov. Because of the unfortunate cancellation of the show, a lot of character focused episodes were cut, and a lot of them were Mikey’s episodes. Because of that, its left the characters feeling less defined than they should/could have been. That being said, out of all the Mikey povs I’ve read, the majority of them are pretty spot on and believable, because they contain these little headconon-filled-holes to make up for lack of situational information, and it works really well.
I understand you’re kinda writing as canon compliant as possible, and when you think about all the holes in Mikey’s character (again, because of the lack of Mikey-centered episodes) it seems extremely daunting to try to write characters as close to canon as possible with a character who’s sort of unfinished(?) in a way.
Taking all that into consideration, the way YOU wrote him, is just so… different to me. I almost want to say weird, but it’s really not, he’s still believable and incredibly on point! He’s still amazing and very well written, It’s just different from what I’ve read of him before, and its really cool!
Anyway, those are just some of my thoughts! Hope I wasn’t overthinking this or something and I’ve just been rambling (though it wouldn’t be a first). Honestly don’t even know if this word spew was coherent, it’s midnight and I just finished an essay I have to turn in tomorrow. I am so tired 😮💨
Amazing fic and I can’t wait for the next one! Mikey was absolutely lovely! <3
Yeah, Mikey's definitely the hardest for me to write, both because of the episodes centered around him having to be cut for time, and because he's deffo the turtle I relate to the least (which makes the fact that I wrote over 18k words from his perspective a very interesting decision on my part LMAO).
I haven't actually read a whole lot of rottmnt fics, so I don't really know how people usually characterize him. I just knew that I wanted to stick to his canon portrayal as closely as possible (as you mentioned), and avoid falling into the trap of turning him into some kind of family therapist role. Because while he does have a good amount of emotional intelligence in addition to being a generally empathetic person, he's still a silly and impulsive teenager who happens to be the youngest of four (five including April).
I'm glad you liked how I wrote him :D
Thank you for the message, I enjoyed reading it! Hope your essay pops off in the grading department, king
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Impulsive
A Nico (House Comes With A Bird) Fan Fic
I have been very impulsive really with doing stuff. It’s not like me & I was trying to think which Pedro character that could work with & then I remembered Nico… we know little about him… he seems Romantic but also if he decides on something he does it first & then asks questions later, so I picked him
Synopsis: Your not happy that Nico has made some big decisions that you didn’t agree on but how can you ever stay angry at a man with those eyes.
Word count 1500
Warnings: Do not read if under 18. Mentions of sex, anger, venting, make up sex, impulsive behaviour, angst. A small amount of swearing.not listening.
I tried to write this gender natural again, so I hope I did it okay.
As always that’s for the read peoples. All fees back is welcome.
You’re angry, very angry. Your other half Nico has just assumed your happy to not just move in with him to see if your relationship can withstand being in the same house as him all the time, but he’s automatically, being the confident self assured impulsive man he is, has put both his house & your apartment on the market without even consulting you.
Most people would jump for joy when their partner after 9 months asks them to move in. But he’s rash & he’s impulsive & he’s just gone straight to the estate agents & put your own property on the market without you knowing. It was awkward walking into your apartment while as the estate agent is busy taking photos without your knowledge.
You shouted at Nico once they had left. His self confidence & charm drew you to him at the bar that night. You were desperate to feel any man at all, if you were honest but the one who stayed & didn’t just up & leave once the deed was done was a novelty to you. Him staying around & him waiting on your every word, had you pining for more & more. & suddenly the stay overs became regular, along with the dates & now the occasional weekend away. He really is your perfect man. Except for his impulsive nature which pisses you off 30% of the time. Sometimes it’s just not needed.
Since that day you’ve seen Nico once, for dinner & then sex afterwards, which neither of you put that much effort into, it wasn’t even make up sex, it was just because you both thought you should but neither of you felt a thing. He, in one Impulsive move, as extinguished your fire & passion for him. You still talk & you still really want to be with him, but you need him to realise that this impulsive behaviour, does sometimes go a little bit too far.
You know he’s been house viewing today. He did ask you to come with him on the phone last night but you said at such short notice you couldn’t get the time off work, but you would be interested to see what he likes at a second & third viewing, trying desperately to show to him that things can take time & they don’t have to always be right here right now snap decisions. But you know full well that whoever is showing Nico around whatever house it is will be under his charm straight away. It worked with you after all & you feel a little jealous that someone else will experience this.
The day passes at work, not one voice mail or text or message to say how the viewing went or how did he feel about each of the properties. Nothing, nothing at all. You send him a couple of standard slightly angry partner messages to him to show you’re still not happy but you know why he did that messages, across the day. You sit there waiting for a reply but it just says delivered & then read.
When you get in your car to drive home from work to your little apartment, it comes up with 4 voice mails, all in the last 25 minutes. You don’t even hesitate. You put the aux cable on to listen to them through your car while on your drive back.
Message 1
Babes, house 1 & 2 are duds, there’s no point putting an offer on either of them. I’m still going to go to house 3 so I will send you the details on them so we can talk later. Love you x
Message 2
Do you want a pet bird? I’ve just got here & they have said the bird has to stay with the house, which is weird? Let me know when you get this babes xx
Message 3
I’ve just walked around this house my love & just imagined all the different scenarios we could have here, from having the iced water, to the large fire for making love in front of in the winter & the pool outside, which yes I dipped me toes in & it was freezing, but it just felt right
Fire & water have to coexist so they appreciate the earth.
That’s a bad analogy I know
0kay, please just call me when you’ve got this, I…. I miss your voice
Message 4
Did I do something else to piss you off? your not responding to my messages like you usually do? Oooh it’s Wednesday tho isn’t it… I’ll buy you some wine.
Those are Nicos 4 message. You listen to them intently as you drive home & go to reply when he sends a voice note. “Can I come over?” Is all it says to which you reply of “course my love” knowing you’re only 5mins out. Which then makes you freak out a few mins later when you pull up & see his car always parked outside. He was already here waiting for you before you had said yes.
Nico is waiting outside your apartment door. You know he has access to the spare key in the box, that’s how the estate agents got in, but he hasn’t. He’s got flowers & wine in his hand & a shy apologetic look on his face. You are trying to keep your guard up so he knows you still feel hurt, but with those big brown eyes looking so soft & sad, it’s impossible to not forgive him. That’s why you’ve avoided him, because you know you will instantly let him off the hook for what he did.
“Sorry” he says shyly, the impulsive charmer has gone. Standing in front of you is a sorry boy “say it again Nico” you say as you put your keys in the door & open it. He takes your hand with his spare & leans into your neck from behind & whispers “I’m so sorry, I just got carried away” the smile on your face is huge, playing hard ball has made him all apologetic. Once you are both the other side of the door & it is locked, dinner for the two of you isn’t even considered. The flowers & bottle of wine placed on the table as you take Nico to the bedroom to reignite his impulsive fire.
Your moaning from his charm & passion would make your neighbour feel jealous. Every trace across your body with his long fingers, makes you want more. The way you rock in unison as he takes care of both your needs. His fluffy hair slowly sticking to his face from sweat, & yet he makes sure that yours isn’t covering your face so he can look into your eyes as the desire grows. He wants this. He needs this & he knows that with each thrust between you before you both climax makes you both fall for each other even more. He’s needy & you want it all. The passion, the desire, the lust. He just makes all these emotions over flow inside you & at your most intimate & sensitive moments together, makes you forget that there is a world outside of your bedroom walls.
While you lay in the afterglow & pepper Nicos neck with kisses, apologising to him as well for being angry, he shows you house number 3. It’s perfect but a little large. “Do we need all that space baby” you coo & beam a grin back to his face. “I think we do, I’d like this to be our forever home” this startles you a little but makes your butterflies flutter inside you. “A forever home?” “Well I wanted to say that earlier but thought it would be a little too impulsive after everything that we discussed the other day, I didn’t want to put you in another bad mood” his large hand traces over your shoulder “so what do you say my love, would you like this to be our forever?” Yous lips answer for you, as they collide with his & you pull him back in close. “Never change baby, Keep being impulsive, just let me know major things, when you think of them” he kisses you back & his hand trails down your body “deal baby, but sex doesn’t count as a big decision right?” He winks before he starts to engage in round two. Both your fires reignited, your passion & love for each other alive, & your impulses being taken care of.
#fanfic#my fics#smutt#pedro pascal#no minors#Nico#Nico fan fic#house comes with a bird#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal character fanfiction#pedro pascal cinematic universe#pedro pascal characters
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tell us about how you ship lane and ethan, cause how i see is lane is very obsessed with him and thats of course the romantic hate vibes. in my mind is basically the same dinamic as lego batman and lego joker, but i wanna know your take
So I’ve been really sitting on this question for most of the day because I have a lot to say about this.
There’s more under the cut, but the short answer is I ship them together mostly because how I view them as Narrative Foils who are both fixated/obsessed with each other (for different but equally interesting reasons). But also, it’s not outright hate they harbor (at least not in Rogue Nation, in Fallout that is more accurate), Ethan understands Lane’s motivations even if he despises the man’s actions, and Lane is very much interested in Ethan’s potential as an anarchist/terrorist.
I think it’s interesting you cite Lego Batman and Joker’s dynamic as the frame of reference for Your interpretation of Lane x Ethan, and that’s totally valid. I’ve not seen lego batman but what I understand is that that dynamic is romantically coded but played more cartoonishly, which is how I initially viewed Lane x Ethan.
You can absolutely play to the concept comedically, I think there is something inherently funny in shipping a hero with a villain (your mileage may vary.) But for me what draws me to actually writing fic is the angst potential of loving or lusting after someone who is ideologically opposed to you.
I think, and reasonable people are free to disagree with my opinion, that Ethan as a character harbors dark thoughts and feelings, but for several reasons lets them go. 1) He understands that there are consequence in giving into his impulsive anger (see: MI3 when he dangles Owen Davian from a fucking plane, which directly results in his own wife getting kidnapped) The idea that Ethan could never turn is something that floats around in the fandom, and while it’s true to say Ethan would never turn (it’s just something imbued into his character by now) I think we don’t explore the “why” of that enough.
Ethan has a support system, where Lane does not.
Ethan’s team, whoever they happen to be in any movie, are central to how Ethan interacts with the world he’s always trying to save. Ethan loses his entire team in the first film and that informs every decision he makes for the rest of his life. He wants out of the IMF, but he keeps getting pulled back in. He loses his team, his wife, his protégé and ultimately his ability to live a normal civilian life. But Luther, and Benji and whoever happens to stay on his team, he cares about them, they are his family. We don’t view his prioritizing of his family as selfish, because that’s what people perceive is a normal thing to do. But that prioritization always comes at the cost of the mission. Rogue Nation and Fallout lean into this heavily.
Ethan, if properly provoked, he will do impulsive or selfish things (even if those selfish things also happen to benefit other people). The caveat to that is that his friends are able to pull him back, or at least call him out and warn him from going too far on their behalf.
Also, Ethan has a history of rogue behavior that even if it is in the service of the “greater good”, is the justification that the villains of the last three films ultimately rely on for their own actions. So, while we the audience understand Ethan to be the good guy, in universe this is the exact reason all these spy organizations fear/distrust Ethan.
Comparatively speaking, Ethan is more well-adjusted than Solomon Lane, because despite the things he goes through, he doesn’t let his crisis of faith ever deter him from doing what he thinks is right.
In contrast, Lane lets his anger drive him into letting the world burn. His anger is destructive, but it serves his purpose of enacting revenge. But he is much more detached emotionally, and there are multiple ways to interpret Lane as a character, but I see him as someone who doesn’t want to admit he may have emotions. Which is understandable as again, he was also a former field agent.
The reason he keeps Ilsa around is that he sees potential in her, potential to see the world as he sees it. Vinter speaks at Ethan, asking aloud: “What does he see in you, I wonder?”. While Vinter may not see what Lane is looking for in Ethan, the fact that Lane doesn’t order his outright death is telling, at least to Vinter. (Although that is not enough to stop Vinter from trying regardless.)
There are parts of the script that where cut out of the final film that makes this dynamic more obvious, rather than the subtext it is in the narrative. And while, when analyzing their dynamic I can only rely on what makes it into the final product, the fact that Lane wants to “corrupt/torture/seduce” Ethan has always been intended. However one chooses to read that is up to the viewer, especially because this interpretation of their dynamic relies on subtext.
I think, personally, it’s interesting to explore this dynamic as basically like this:
Lane: Aren’t you tired of Being Nice, don’t you just want to go apeshit?
Ethan:
it's about the ideological conflict, and the begrudging understanding. Lane and Ethan function as narrative foils for each other, where they could have turned out as each other, had circumstances been different. “The Same thing that’s wrong with me is wrong with you (Derogatory)”
So that’s my thoughts.
#Nancy's Inbox#Anonymous#Solomon Lane#Ethan Hunt#Lunt#Glassboxboyfriends#Lane x Ethan#mission: impossible
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Hello, this is somewhat-a-tsundere-anon! I’m back for another matchup request. (Seriously, they are so addicting for my delusions. You can’t do this to me D: )
Recently, I’ve been playing a bunch of Honkai: Star Rail so I’d to add the males of this game as an option along with the usual order (aka Genshin males). Choose whatever you feel like writing!
HSR men I’m majorly simping for: Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Argenti, Luocha, Imbibitor Lunae, Jing Yuan, Caelus, Gepard.
Of course, take your time and you have the right to ignore this request. I hope you have a good day/night! <3
Signed,
~Somewhat-a-Tsundere-anon~ 💕
Notes: We meet again my lovely anon~ lol I always love seeing your name pop up in my inbox! Always a pleasure to write a matchup for you Somewhat-a-Tsundere-anon
♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ Song here~!
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˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
I match you with: Luocha
Credits: @blissfullyapillow
˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
You two are definitely a power couple in my opinion. He absolutely gets a kick out of your brutal honesty and if anything he encourages it.
He has no qualms about being on the receiving end, he appreciates someone who can be upfront without beating around the bush.
He may or may not have joked about putting you in his coffin on multiple occasions, only to feel appallingly nonplussed when you use it as motivation for writing one of your stories.
You both are the biggest menaces together. Instead of encouraging you to resist your impulsive thoughts he encourages them and will even assist you. You have to take extra precautions to restrain yourself around him because he will not discourage you.
Initially, his demeanor surprises you. He’ll act all cool and reserved, only to slip a flower in your hair. You never feel it or even see it until you return home and find your reflection staring back at you, with a new addition adorning your hair.
The only time you’ll receive his honest disapproval is when you’re being too hard on yourself, rebut his compliments, or refuse to hold his hand (he genuinely becomes pouty and upset). Despite his obvious qualms (if you don’t hold his hand) he’ll respect your decision and will make it his personal mission to lift your mood before the day's end.
He’s one for spontaneous trips around the universe, if you’re up to it that is. If not, his final destination at a day’s end will always be by your side, unless he’s away and time does not permit it. In those cases, expect to be spammed via text. Constantly. Throughout the day. You’ve chastised him for this more often than not, only to get a smug little emoji in reply.
He’ll be head over heels for you if you volunteer to take care of his hair. Even if you simply ask to brush it, he’ll jubilantly sit before you and close his eyes as you focus on the task at hand.
He’s always fast asleep by the end of it, especially if you spend time combing your fingers through his blonde strands.
Oddly good at keeping you at bay and easing your worries.
If he’s feeling a little playful he may purposefully give you convoluted directions so he can watch you struggle to find your way. Not for long though! He’ll eagerly offer to help you find your destination, fully knowing there was no way you’d be able to clearly understand his directions. (Seriously, what does “The door on your right side before your left, after the fourth door past the third window” even mean!?)
He may not initially indulge in overly romantic gestures with you, but if you show obvious approval of them then he’ll go out of his way to do those gestures for you to show you that he cares.
Shockingly really soft with you, guiding you gently whenever you show signs of panic and/or concern about a situation. Offers the best advice as well, very wise and learned through his many experiences (some he may hesitate to divulge).
Together you two make for an adorable couple. Depending on the day you are easily the biggest headache for the people around you, but it’s charming and endearing in its own right so 98% of the time you two get away with it.
When you don’t?
Luocha’s got the both of you covered. You believe the coffin he carries around contributes to his outstanding persuasion skills.
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“And why do you believe I had anything to do with it?” Luocha hums, his obvious satisfaction radiates from him in waves; from his relaxed shoulders to the lazy way his eyes meet yours.
He’s currently situated in front of you, his head resting comfortably in your lap as you play with the long strands of his silky hair.
“Because I know you. All of those crazy things happened after you arrived on the Luofu and–” A sharp glint in his eyes and a lazy smirk are enough to steal all the air from your lungs.
You remain silent, choosing to admire his hair to avoid his knowing gaze.
“You’re as smart as I give you credit for. That’s my girl..” His words sound akin to a cat’s satisfied purr, and it takes everything in you to not combust on the spot.
“Th..Thank you…” You murmur the words as you finally meet his gaze once more. He winks at you, motioning with his hands to lower your head.
You oblige, only to emit a sound of surprise when his lips press firmly against yours.
Your eyes close as you relish the warmth that floods your body; his hand reaches up to gently brush his thumb against your cheek before he pulls away.
“I believe it’s well into the night now. Would you indulge me?” You’re a little confused, but with a swift nod of confirmation Luocha wastes no time in sitting up, changing positions so you now lie in his arms.
“Thank you.” The words are whispered against the shell of your ear before he leans back, bringing you with him.
You two wind up falling asleep in that position.
Just as Luocha planned it.
Dedicated to,
☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ somewhat a tsundere anon ⁺˚⋆｡
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